Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 1433 If you do not leave, I will not abandon (55)

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Lianyi conveyed this meaning to Xuehu through Xinyu.

Xuehu's face darkened slightly when he heard this, and his tone, who had always spoken softly, became cold and heartless, "Whoever dares to hurt a single hair of my girl and destroy her feelings, I will be the first to spare her! "

Hearing this, Long Zhuiyue felt a slight chill in his back, and pouted, "Xuehu, you ugly monster, you like her so much, why didn't you snatch her away from my brother? You are really useless!"

She wanted to use the aggressive method to motivate Xuehu to snatch Yang Zimei away. In this case, her brother would be her own.

Who knows, Xuehu was not moved, but just said lightly, "My role is to make her happy. I respect her choice whoever she is with. I will not be as selfish as you, and you keep saying you I love your brother, but you just want to occupy him and cut off his happiness."

When Long Zhuiyue heard this, his face turned red, "Nonsense! When did I cut off his happiness? I just packed up the injustice for you."

"No need, just be yourself. I just want to warn you, if you continue to be so selfish, you will lose not only our friendship to you, but also your brother."

Xuehu's tone was so indifferent that there was no trace of emotion.

Long Zhuiyue's body trembled slightly, with his hands wrapped around his arms, his head bowed in thought.

Originally, her world has been very lonely.

Because I met Yang Zimei, I started to have friends, relatives, and a different life.

Before, she liked Yang Zimei very much and wanted to give her everything she had.

But now, because she was too attached to her brother, she tried to sever the love between Yang Zimei and her brother.

This……

It is indeed a bit selfish!
The more Long Zhuiyue thought about it, the more ashamed he became.

At this time, Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian had already entered the Palace of Heavenly Kings.

The Tianwang Hall is the first hall of the Sanmen Hall. In the middle of the hall is Maitreya Buddha, and behind Maitreya Buddha is Wei Tuotian, facing north.

The statues of the four heavenly kings are enshrined on the east and west sides.

In front of the Maitreya Buddha statue, a monk in a gray cassock was sweeping the dust with his head down and a dust whisk.

Yang Zimei was overjoyed to see someone, hoping it was Grandpa.

She walked up, put her palms together, and made a Buddhist salute to the monk, "Is there a master named Juehui here?"

The monk looked up at her.

This monk gave Yang Zimei a strange feeling.

The face looks very young, less than 30 years old, but those eyes, as if they have read countless years of vicissitudes, are very deep and profound.

This monk doesn't look like his father at all, so he shouldn't be his real grandfather.

"Have."

The monk said.

His voice also had a strange tone, not like a local accent, and he didn't know where it came from.

"Where is he, please? I want to find him for something."

If she was in a hurry to find her grandfather, Yang Zimei didn't bother to care about the strangeness of this monk.

"Ah."

The monk didn't ask the reason, but nodded lightly, put down the whisk in his hand, and led Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian into the Daxiong Palace.

The Daxiong Palace is the main hall, and many people don't know its meaning.

In fact, Daxiong means praising Sakyamuni's great virtue.

On the futon in front of the Buddha statue, with his back to her, sat cross-legged a monk, also wearing a gray and white cassock, chanting the Vajra Mantra.

Just seeing his back, Yang Zimei felt differently.

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(End of this chapter)