Lin Nantian, Lin Yueru, and Liu Jinyuan looked at each other in confusion.
This monk, who looked like an accomplished monk just now, must have changed too much.
Jiumokong also realized that his reaction was a bit big. He put away his scowl, raised a hand, and said solemnly, "Amitabha, do you know what masters are participating in this monastic conference?"
Lin Nantian took a step forward and said in a respectful tone: "Master, the monastic conference is a grand gathering of the entire monastic world. The top martial arts sects in the world include the eight sects of Kunlun, the ten continents and three islands, the ten major caves, the thirty-six small caves, the seventy All masters from Erfudi and other monastic sects will come. As for the specific name, I’m sorry that my junior status is low and I can’t name him.”
When Jiumokong heard that all the masters in the monastic world would come, the heat in his eyes flashed away.
He was about to leave when he was attracted by Liu Jinyuan, who was bookish and had a good temperament.
With a smile on his face, he walked over step by step from the void.
Lin Nantian was able to sit down as the leader of the Southern Wulin Alliance, and his ability to observe what was happening was not bad at all. He quickly stood in front of his nephew with a humble smile on his face, "Master, my nephew is just an ordinary person."
Jiumokong just had a thought, and Lin Nantian moved dozens of steps away, unable to move any further.
Liu Jinyuan felt guilty, but there was no change on the surface. He cupped his hands and said, "Master, do you have any advice?"
After Jiumokong looked at Liu Jinyuan for a while, he asked, "Does the donor admire the woman next to him?"
Liu Jinyuan didn't expect that the monk would ask such a question. He was stunned for a while and then said: "That's right."
"You, a monk, do you care whether my cousin admires me or not?"
Lin Yueru on the side said dissatisfied.
Jiumokong ignored her, his brows glowing with light.
Liu Jinyuan was in a trance for a while. When he recovered, he found that he had somehow returned home.
Just as he was wondering, a splitting headache came over him, and he fainted after a while.
When he woke up again, he didn't know how he became the emperor, sitting on the dragon throne, with hundreds of officials worshiping him below.
Back in the harem, three thousand beauties were waiting, of which no fewer than a hundred were far better in appearance and figure than Lin Yueru.
"emperor"
"emperor"
…
The concubines came over.
"You, you guys..."
Liu Jinyuan retreated continuously.
At this time, a voice from somewhere asked: "On one side is the throne and three thousand beauties, and on the other side is your cousin. Which one do you choose?"
Liu Jinyuan said without hesitation: "I don't want the throne, I don't want three thousand beauties, I just want my cousin. Three thousand people drowned, and I only took one ladle to drink."
Everything around him shattered and he returned to his room.
An old woman who was somewhat similar to Lin Yueru was lying on the bed, coughing non-stop.
"You, you are your cousin?"
Liu Jinyuan asked uncertainly.
"Cousin, cough..."
The old woman shouted weakly, and then fell into a cough.
Liu Jinyuan was shocked, "Cousin, why have you aged like this?"
At this time, the mysterious voice sounded again: "The water is flowing, how can you keep it?"
Liu Jinyuan was silent for a while, then walked to the bed, squatted down, grabbed the old woman's hand, and said, "If you go with the scoop, it won't float away."
As soon as the words fell, everything in front of him disappeared.
"Monk, what did you do to my cousin?"
Lin Yueru's questioning voice sounded.
Liu Jinyuan turned around and saw his young cousin, and realized that everything just now was an illusion created by this monk.
"good"
Jiumokong's voice of approval sounded.
Liu Jinyuan turned his gaze to Jiumokong, with a surprised and uncertain expression.
Jiumokong raised his hand and pointed to a tree in the distance that was rustling in the wind, and asked with a smile: "When the wind blows the leaves, is it the wind or the leaves?"
"Monk, why do you always ask some incomprehensible questions?"
Lin Yueru interjected.
Jiumokong ignored her and looked at Liu Jinyuan calmly.
Liu Jinyuan lowered his head, thinking.
"Do you still need to think about this question? Of course the leaves are moving."
Lin Yueru said angrily.
Then, she waved her hands and said, "No, no, it's the wind that moves, and the wind makes the leaves move."
Jiumokong was noncommittal.
After a while, Liu Jinyuan raised his head and said: "It's not the wind that moves, it's not the leaves that move, it's the heart of a benevolent person that moves."
Jiumokong put his hands together and said: "Whenever the self-nature is originally pure; when the self-nature is inherently non-existent; when the self-nature is inherently self-sufficient; when the self-nature is inherently unshakable; when the self-nature is originally unshakable; , can give birth to all kinds of dharmas. Amitabha, the donor is destined to be my Buddha, why not enter my Buddha's door?"
"What did you say? Don't even think about letting my cousin become a monk."
Although Lin Yueru has no romantic feelings for Liu Jinyuan, she cares about him very much.
Liu Jinyuan mistakenly thought that this was his cousin's true love. He grabbed Lin Yueru's hand excitedly and said, "Don't worry, cousin, I haven't married you yet, so I won't become a monk."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants you to marry?"
After Lin Yueru finished speaking, she pushed hard and Liu Jinyuan sat on the ground, quite embarrassed.
"Donor, my beauty in the world will be nothing more than withered bones in the grave in a hundred years. Donor, follow me to practice Buddhism. One day, you will attain fruition, will not fall into reincarnation, and will live in the Land of Ultimate Bliss forever."
Jiumokong said.
Liu Jinyuan got up from the ground, straightened his messy clothes a few times, shook his head and said, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness. I have no plans to become a monk."
Lin Yueru helped: "My cousin is the number one scholar today. He has glory and wealth at his fingertips. If he takes a step back, even if he wants to practice, he should join the Shushan Sword Immortal Sect, the largest force today. You, a wild monk, can't do it even if you have some Taoism." Rival the Sword Master and Sword Immortal of Shu Mountain."
As a martial arts fanatic, Jiumokong's favorite thing to do is to compete with others. Hearing this, his pleasant expression disappeared and he snorted coldly and said: "Shushan Sword Immortal is just a wasted reputation. If not a bad guy suddenly came out last time. Taoist priest, the young monk has already become famous. As for the Shushan Sword Master, the young monk may not have been his opponent half a month ago, but now, the young monk can easily defeat him."
Lin Yueru snorted and said, "The monk speaks arrogant words and is not afraid of the wind blowing his tongue."
"Amitabha, monks don't lie. In this monastic conference, the young monk will not only defeat the Shushan Sword Immortal Sword Master, but also defeat all the masters in China."
Jiumo said confidently.
"boast"
Lin Yueru curled her lips.
Jiumokong was too lazy to talk nonsense with Lin Yueru anymore. He looked at Liu Jinyuan and said, "The young monk asks the donor again, can you enter my Buddhist door?"
"Not as good as"
Liu Jinyuan answered in the affirmative.
"Yes, not as good as"
Lin Yueru also said something.
Jiumokong smiled slightly, then stretched out his right hand and grabbed Liu Jinyuan's shoulder like an iron pliers.
"Let me go, let me go..."
Liu Jinyuan struggled hard.
"Stinky monk, let go of my cousin"
Lin Yueru gave a sweet shout and attacked Jiumokong.
"snort"
Jiumokong snorted, and Lin Yueru flew out.
"Cousin, cousin..."
Liu Jinyuan shouted, his face full of anger.
"Stop coveting the world of mortals, just let me go."
Jiumokong grabbed Liu Jinyuan's shoulders and was about to leave.
Cao Yi's voice came from outside: "Jiumokong, you are bullying the children again!"
