Generally speaking, it is a curse word to say that you are related to the Buddha.
After all, if you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, you need to give alms, get tonsured, and donate something.
But Xue Ling's fate with the Buddha is that one day she will meet the Buddha again, inherit the mantle, and pass down the martial arts.
This is a bit emotional.
Xue Ling, who was at the center of the narration, looked at Lu Yuan and continued to add: "This is the story of me and the eminent monk Kongwu and the indestructible power of Vajra."
"I didn't tell Mr. Zou before, but I ask Mr. Lu for your understanding and forgiveness for this selfishness."
At this time, how could Lu Yuan say that he didn't understand or forgive?
This is the indestructible power of the Vajra, right?
Guaranteed to become a second-level master, there is a chance to become a first-level master with the indestructible power of the Vajra.
Zhao Jing, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sigh and said: "There is a saying in Buddhism that every peck and every drink is a sure thing."
"Miss Xue received the teachings of the eminent monk Kongwu when she was young. Now when the eminent monk is about to die, she can preach for the eminent monk. It must be a good talk."
With Zhao Jing trying to smooth things over, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
Xue Ling had really made a great contribution just now. If it hadn't been for Xue Ling, I really don't know how things would have ended.
Lu Yuan could only nod at Xue Ling: "It's human nature, it's human nature. After all, such private matters have nothing to do with the overall situation. Of course I understand your selfishness, but just say it now."
"And, you should know the purpose of my coming to Luo City this time, right?"
Lu Yuan asked rhetorically.
Xue Ling looked at Lu Yuan: "But about the Luocheng Beehive?"
"Yes, there was a sudden movement in the Luo City Beehive. Lord Zhou's memorial was sent directly to heaven. The Holy Emperor was furious and sent me to deal with Luo City's affairs."
"And after I came to Los Angeles, I found that things were far more complicated than I thought."
"In desperation, I may need your help next."
"As Mr. Zhao Da said before, you are just an idle kid I picked up unintentionally, but now you have become the difference between victory and defeat."
"Me?" Xue Ling said pretending to be surprised, but she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Sure enough - everything was as Fang Bian expected.
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The moonlight is like water, and the night is also like water.
It's just water of different colors sliding down from endless heights.
At the end of those water slides, He Ping and Fang Bi were sitting on the ridge, like two guarding beasts on the ridge.
"I'm still a little curious as to why you kept Xue Ling in the first place." He Ping said quietly.
"I think I've already explained it." Fang Bie said with a smile.
"Yeah." He Ping nodded: "But is there any new explanation?"
Saying this, He Ping turned to look at Fang Bi's profile.
The young man's face was clean and calm, and Gujing Wubo asked: "For example, you kind of like her?"
Fang Bie shook his head firmly: "No."
"Do you know that you won't be able to get a wife like this?" He Ping looked at Fang Bie and said sarcastically: "How do you say that?"
"You told me, which one is doing something and not doing something like that?"
Fang Bie quietly covered his forehead. When Ning Xia said this, Fang Bie could confidently reply, "It's none of your business that I can't marry a wife."
But facing He Ping, you can't say that.
After all, here in Ningxia, Fang Bie can't say that I don't plan to marry you, so it's none of your business.
But for He Ping, the relationship between He Ping and Fang Bi was that of teacher, mother and sister.
Let me ask - that mother doesn't care about her son's marriage?
So He Ping has legitimate reasons to care.
Especially as Fang Bie grew older and became more and more outstanding, but also became less and less interested in girls, He Ping was honestly very panicked.
In fact, there are times when He Ping really wants to ask, but one question she doesn’t dare to ask is, do you like this or not? How good is Shang Jiuge? How much is Ningxia? Even Xue Ling is not bad. If you are a childhood sweetheart, you Let's see how Huo Ying is doing.
There are obviously so many girls around me, but I don't even have the interest to flirt with them every day. I only know how to practice, practice, practice all day long. You have almost surpassed me in practice and are still practicing.
So, is it my type that you like?
He Ping never dared to ask this question because she didn't know how Fang Bie would answer.
What if Fang Bu really says he likes her? What should He Ping do?
Kill Fang and bury him?
We still can't do this for now.
But as for He Ping herself, Fang is her younger brother and her own son, so the emotional aspect is absolutely not considered. The mutual affection of being together day and night for ten years is beyond anything in this world.
"What boy is not in love, and what girl is not pregnant." Fang Bie looked at He Ping and said, "Well, Goethe said it, not me."
He Ping had a tacit understanding not to ask who Goethe was.
Because even if I asked, I wouldn't be able to tell anyone, so I came here.
"So you're not a boy?" He Ping asked lightly.
"That's right." Fang Bie replied.
"What do you mean?" He Ping was unhappy.
Isn’t your own recipe excellent? Which stunning heroine in the world is not worthy of this?
What does it mean to be considered a boy?
"It's just a rough calculation, but it doesn't really mean anything." Fang Bie replied.
Because, in terms of mental age, Fang Bie is indeed no longer a boy.
Just like what Huo Ying said back then, Fang Bu was the smartest child she had ever seen in the world.
She is the second smartest person in the world.
Because the Fang Bueh that Huo Ying met back then was more mature, more steady, more thoughtful, and as steady as an old dog than she was.
It's obvious that Huo Ying herself is the extremely precocious type.
Because before traveling into the body of this seven-year-old child, Fang Bi had already experienced twenty-two years of life.
So much so that after he came to this world, he actually knew nothing about this young child, so he even used his former name.
Farewell.
His own death was a sudden accident. He encountered the danger of death again just as he entered this world. Just like a fledgling that had just emerged from its shell, he instinctively believed in the first human being he saw.
And Sister Ping was the human being who saved him.
He begged hard to get Sister Ping to take him in as a burden.
In the next ten years, the only thing Fang Bie did was to make himself less cumbersome.
Become able to help He Ping.
Become in control of your own destiny.
Becoming able to make it easier for myself and Sister Ping to live.
This is the ultimate guideline for his behavior.
Survival itself is not easy, so this life cannot be thrown away easily.
Especially since he owed this life to Sister Ping.
He couldn't imagine how sad Sister Ping would be if he really died.
He also couldn't imagine the scene of He Ping dying in front of his eyes.
But Sister Ping is too strong, so strong that she has been suffocating him for a long time.
So Fang Bie could only keep chasing behind He Ping, keep chasing.
He was afraid that he wouldn't run fast enough.
He was afraid that Sister Ping would fall in front of him before he reached the end.
Because I am afraid, I run.
"Rather than liking people." Fang Bie smiled under the moonlight.
"I would rather live."
"Stay alive with Sister Ping."
"If you can, help other people."
