Chapter 3521 Fourth Brother-in-Law, a Monk (2)
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A pair of curious eyes fell on Jingyuan.
It made his pale face flush red.
After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Little monk... I have seen you all..."
As soon as the words came out, Jing Yuan realized that he didn't know how to address the people in front of him.
For a moment, he was at a loss, and his face turned red.
The little monk had a handsome face, and his eyes were as clear as the purest obsidian.
The skin is clearer and smoother, without blemishes.
He looked like he was only in his early twenties, but his whole body seemed to be shrouded in the holy Buddha light that only eminent monks could have.
But at this time, his expression was cramped, and his cheeks were flushed.
That distant and hazy sense of holiness was punctured like a soap bubble.
The whole person seemed indescribably cute and down-to-earth.
Let everyone in Xiaoyaomen who were still in shock suddenly become active.
Ling Yusheng asked curiously, "Can monks get married too?"
"What happened to the monk? The monk can't be vulgar?"
"It's okay, if the monk can't return to the secular world, fourth senior sister, you can go to a nunnery next to the Buddhist temple and become a monk together."
Snapped--! !
A blaster knocked on Luoyu's head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The old god Luoyu said: "Didn't you say marrying a chicken follows a chicken, marrying a dog or a dog, marrying a monk, of course Fourth Senior Sister can only go to be a nun."
"Pfft-!!"
"Die Xiaoqi! I see that you are as impatient as you are!"
Looking at the crowd of Xiaoyaomen who made a fuss.
Jing Yuan's gaze fell on Leng Yumo's body for a moment, and the bottom of her eyes was filled with tenderness that could not be melted away.
However, soon, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually subsided.
The hand holding the golden bowl tightened.
There was a look of pain in his eyes.
A low voice came from my ear.
Jingyuan's brows moved, and he slowly walked towards the corner of the palace.
Seeing the young man standing there waiting for him, Jing Yuan's pupils shrank.
Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.
There really are such handsome men in this world that transcend gender and transcend the world.
And this person's cultivation level is not lower than his own.
But Jingyuan has never seen or heard of such a person on Xiuxian Continent.
"Master Jingyuan of Dabei Temple?"
Before Jingyuan could think clearly, a deep magnetic voice came.
"Amitabha." Jingyuan put his hands together and bowed slightly, "I don't know who your Excellency is?"
Can call out Dabei Temple, call out his Dharma name.
Obviously, the man in front of him must have been to Xiuxian Continent.
"Luo Yunxiao, Leng Yumo is my nephew."
In a short sentence, there is no further explanation, but it makes Jingyuan stunned.
The vigilance and doubt just now turned into nervousness.
It turned out that this person was the little uncle in Yu Mo's mouth.
The only remaining elder in Xiaoyaomen.
If he wants... wants to marry Yu Mo, it's not enough to get the master's consent, he has to pass this person.
Luo Yunxiao looked at him lightly: "Once the number one master in Xiu Xian Continent, now the closed disciple of the number one Buddhist and Taoist [Boluodharma], and the next abbot announced by [Dabei Temple], Master Jingyuan. You are sure of yourself. Can you marry my nephew?"
Jingyuan's heart suddenly tightened, and even his breathing was held for a moment.
The man in front of him knew more than he knew.
But it was only for a moment, Jingyuan slowly raised his head, his eyes were warm and calm, but the perseverance and determination in his eyes were like a rock for ten thousand years, without the slightest hesitation: "I will ask Master to agree to my request. As for the [Great Compassion] The abbot of the temple is not me, I never thought of becoming the abbot of the [Dabei Temple]."
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