Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 349 Jiumokong, you are bullying children again! [There are red envelopes in this chapter (starting point only)]

Lin Nantian, Lin Yueru, and Liu Jinyuan looked at each other.

This monk, who looked like an accomplished monk just now, has changed too much.

Jiumokong also realized that his reaction was a little big, he put away his anger, raised a hand, and Baoxiang said solemnly: "Amitabha, do you know who are the masters participating in this cultivation conference?"

Lin Nantian took a step forward and said in a respectful tone: "Master Hui, the Daoist Cultivation Conference is a grand event for the entire monastic world. The world's top martial arts sects, Kunlun Eight Sects, Ten Continents and Three Islands, Ten Great Caves, 36 Small Caves, 72 Blessed Lands, etc. All the masters of the sect will come, as for the specific names, sorry for the humble status of the younger generation, I can't name them."

When Jiumokong heard that all the masters in the cultivation 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 demeanor.

With a smile on his face, he walked over step by step from the void.

Lin Nantian was able to sit at the head of the South Martial Forest, and his ability to observe words and emotions 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 one thought, and Lin Nantian moved a few dozen steps away, unable to move any more.

Liu Jinyuan felt guilty, and there was no change on the surface. He cupped his hands and said, "Master, what advice do you have?"

After looking at Liu Jinyuan for a while, Jiumokong asked, "Does the benefactor admire the woman beside him?"

Liu Jinyuan didn't expect this monk to ask such a question, he was stunned for a while, and then said: "That's right."

"You monk, what does it matter to you whether my cousin loves me or not?"

Lin Yueru on the side said dissatisfied.

Jiumokong ignored her, and there was a little brilliance between his brows.

Liu Jinyuan was in a trance for a while, and when he recovered, he found that he didn't know how to return home.

Just as he was wondering, a splitting headache came, and he passed out after a while.

When he woke up again, he did not know how he became the emperor, sitting on the dragon chair, with all the officials worshiping below.

Back in the harem, three thousand beauties were waiting, and their appearance and figure were far better than Lin Yueru's no less than a hundred people.

"emperor"

"emperor"

……

The concubines came over.

"You, you..."

Liu Jinyuan retreated again and again.

At this time, a voice in the dark asked: "One side is the throne, three thousand beauties, and the other 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. I'm drowning three thousand, I just take a spoonful to drink."

Everything around him shattered and he returned to his room.

An old woman who looked somewhat similar to Lin Yueru, was lying on the bed, coughing non-stop.

"You, are you a cousin?"

Liu Jinyuan asked uncertainly.

"Cousin, ahem..."

The old woman gave a weak cry, and then fell into a cough.

Liu Jinyuan was taken aback, "Cousin, why are you so old?"

At this time, the dark voice sounded again: "The water is flowing, how can you keep it?"

Liu Jinyuan was silent for a while, walked to the bed, knelt down, grabbed the old woman's hand, and said, "Go with the scoop, you won't be able to float away."

The voice fell, and everything in front of me disappeared.

"Monk, what did you do to my cousin?"

Lin Yueru's questioning voice sounded.

Liu Jinyuan turned his head and saw his young cousin, and realized that what happened just now was an illusion created by this monk.

"good"

Jiumokong's approving voice sounded.

Liu Jinyuan turned his gaze to Jiumokong, with a surprised and uncertain expression.

Jiumokong raised his finger and pointed to a rustling tree in the distance, and asked with a smile: "The wind blows the leaves, is it the wind or the leaves?"

"Monk, why do you always ask some inexplicable questions?"

Lin Yueru interjected.

Jiumokong ignored her and looked at Liu Jinyuan calmly.

Liu Jinyuan bowed his head, as if thinking.

"Do you still need to think about this question? Of course, the leaves are moving."

Lin Yueru said angrily.

Then, she waved her hand again and said, "No, no, it's the wind that moves the leaves."

Jiumokong was noncommittal.

After a while, Liu Jinyuan raised his head and said, "It's not the wind, it's not the leaves, the heart of the benevolent is moved."

Jiumokong clasped his hands together and said: "Whenever the self-nature is originally pure, when it is the self-nature, it does not arise and perish; when it is the self-nature, it is self-sufficient; when it is the self-nature, it is not shaken; , can give birth to all dharmas. Amitabha, the donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, why not enter my Buddhist gate?"

"What are you talking about? Let my cousin be a monk, don't even think about it."

Although Lin Yueru has no affection for Liu Jinyuan, she cares about him very much.

Liu Jinyuan mistakenly thought it was his cousin showing her true feelings, so he grabbed Lin Yueru's hand excitedly and said, "Cousin, don't worry, 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 down on the ground, quite embarrassed.

"The benefactor, the beauty in the world, after a hundred years, will be nothing more than a dead bone in the tomb. The benefactor will follow me to practice Buddhism. In the future, I will be able to attain fruition, not fall into reincarnation, and live in the Land of Ultimate Bliss forever."

Jiumokong said.

Liu Jinyuan got up from the ground, tidied his messy clothes a few times, shook his head and said, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness. I have no intention of becoming a monk."

Lin Yueru chimed in and said, "My cousin is the number one scholar today, and you can get riches and honors at your fingertips. If you take a step back, even if you want to practice, you should join the most powerful force in the world—Shushan Sword Immortal School. You are a wild monk, even if you have some Taoism, it is impossible Compete with the sword masters and sword immortals of Shushan."

As a martial idiot, Jiumokong's favorite thing to do is to compare himself with others. Hearing this, his amiable face disappeared. Taoist priest, this little monk has long been famous, and as for the Shushan Sword Master, half a month ago, this little monk might not be his opponent, but now, this little monk can easily defeat him."

Lin Yueru snorted, and said: "The monk speaks outrageous words, and he is not afraid that the wind will flash his tongue."

"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. In this cultivation meeting, I will not only defeat Shushan Sword Immortal and Sword Master, but also defeat all masters in Central Earth."

Jiumokong said to himself.

"boast"

Lin Yueru pouted.

Jiumokong was too lazy to talk nonsense with Lin Yueru, looked at Liu Jinyuan and said, "Young monk, ask the benefactor again, can you enter my Buddhist gate?"

"Not as good"

Liu Jinyuan answered in the affirmative.

"Yes, why not"

Lin Yueru also said something.

Jiumokong smiled slightly, then stretched out his right hand, grabbing Liu Jinyuan's shoulder like iron tongs.

"Let go of me, let me go..."

Liu Jinyuan struggled hard.

"Stinky monk, let go of my cousin"

Lin Yueru yelled, and attacked Jiumokong.

"Humph"

Jiumokong hummed softly, and Lin Yueru flew upside down.

"Cousin, cousin..."

Liu Jinyuan yelled, his face full of anger.

"Don't be greedy for the world of mortals, follow me."

Jiumokong grabbed Liu Jinyuan's shoulder and was about to leave.

Cao Yi's voice came from outside the sky: "Jumokong, you are bullying children again!"

　50 red envelopes, first come first served.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)