mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 456

The abbot smiled, reached into his bosom, and took out a golden pendant with red ears.

The shape of the pendant is a "卍" character, but it looks very cheeky. Although it has been plated with gold, it still looks a bit plastic at first glance.

Xiao Feng couldn't help feeling disappointed: "Is this what the master wants to send me?"

The abbot shook his head: "This is not a talisman, nor does it have the effect of warding off evil spirits."

Xiao Feng's face darkened, then what do you mean by giving me this thing?
Souvenir?

But when he thought that the other party gave him the human skin drum without taking a penny, he still said, "How much is this?"

The abbot was taken aback for a moment, even though he had cultivated his mind and character for decades, he still couldn't avoid the anger in his heart being aroused by Xiao Feng's words.

Taking a deep breath, the abbot regained his composure and said, "Don't underestimate it, if you hold it, you can command the monks in the backyard to use it for you.

Maybe you can't see their individual strength, but I dare say that if they join forces, even you will only lose in the end. "

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, and decided not to question the authenticity of the other party's words for the time being, but asked, "What do you mean by giving me this?"

"It won't be long before the benefactor will be able to use it. Taking it out at that time will solve the benefactor's urgent need." The abbot said very flatly, as if he had foreseen that Xiao Feng would encounter trouble in the near future.

After being silent for a while, Xiao Feng put the pendant in his pocket: "Let me just believe what you said, but I don't understand why Master gave it to me?"

"Maybe you and I are destined, or the benefactor can also be understood as, I think the benefactor is more suitable. All in all, I hope the benefactor will make good use of it. Again, whether the weapon is evil or not depends on the user's heart. I hope the benefactor will always use it." Don't forget the original intention, don't abandon the good thoughts in your heart."

After hearing these words, Xiao Feng felt unspeakably fortunate, thanks to Zhao Guoan's absence, otherwise the label of "attracting the elderly" would be torn off.

Of course, these are not the point.

What Xiao Feng couldn't understand was why the other party trained such a group of monks, and then gave this power to himself when they first met?

However, before he could ask the doubts in his heart, the old abbot had already stood up and walked towards the meditation room.

Xiao Feng watched the other party's leaving figure, picked up a dead leaf from the ground, carefully watched the clear pattern on the leaf, thoughtfully...

Back in the meditation room, the old monk glanced at the teacup that was still halfway on the table and was no longer steaming, and said with a smile: "It seems that the minds of the benefactors are not on tea tasting. They should have something to ask, don't worry, a Come on, those who are confused can ask questions, and the rest go out and wait."

"I, I, I, I come first!"

The little girl who had been waiting for a question for a long time was the first to raise her hand and said.

The rest of the people silently exited the meditation room and closed the door behind them to block the sound.

"What do you want to ask, little benefactor?" The abbot sat on a chair and asked with a smile.

"Master, I want to ask, who will I marry in the future?" the little girl asked very simply, clasping her hands together, looking very nervous.

The abbot smiled and said, "So it was about marriage. I can't give the benefactor an accurate answer to this kind of thing. I can only say that it depends on human effort. As long as the benefactor is looking for the person in his heart, he will finally get a happy ending."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up: "Master, you can't lie to me."

"It's good, it's good, monks don't tell lies." The abbot said solemnly.

The little girl smiled immediately: "Thank you Master, I will donate more incense money to the temple."

The abbot nodded lightly, turned his head to look outside the door, and raised his voice, "Next!"

Sitting opposite the abbot, Lu Yao looked very shy, with an unspeakable look.

The abbot had seen this kind of behavior countless times before, and said with a smile: "The benefactor wants to ask about marriage, right? It's okay, there is nothing wrong with marriage matters."

Lu Yao immediately revealed a look of surprise, and said immediately: "Master is very predictive, I just want to ask about the marriage, who will my other half be?"

The abbot smiled and said, "I can't give the benefactor an accurate answer to this kind of thing. I can only say that it's a matter of human effort. As long as the benefactor is looking for the person in his heart, he will finally get a happy ending."

Lu Yao immediately beamed with joy: "Master, are you serious?"

"Goodness, goodness, monks never tell lies." The abbot said solemnly.

If the little girl was present at the moment, she would have thrown the whip straight away, but unfortunately, the abbot has been in this business for many years, so how could he not know about marriage matters, and rarely talked in private, so naturally he was confident.

After that, everyone walked into the meditation room one by one and asked the questions they wanted to ask.

By the time the last person came out, it was already sunset.

Everyone greeted Xiao Feng who was still in a daze under the big tree, indicating that it was time to go back.

Xiao Feng got up and walked towards the front yard together with the others. Fortunately, he didn't think about it. From another perspective, if he hadn't met the old abbot and walked into this temple, wouldn't he be alive?

The answer is definitely no.

So, after figuring this out, Xiao Feng felt relieved.

However, when passing by the ancient well in the backyard, Xiao Feng stopped, walked to the well, and made a pose to untie his pants.

Not surprisingly, a monk immediately walked up to Xiao Feng and said in a muffled voice: "Benefactor, please respect yourself."

Although the tone of this sentence is plain, anyone can hear the threat contained in it.

The little girl and the others all frowned slightly, not knowing what Xiao Feng wanted to do.

But Xiao Feng did not rush, took out the * pendant from the abbot from his pocket, and showed it to the monk in front of him.

When the monk saw the pendant, he was shocked!
After a while, the monk took a step back, turned his head away and said, "Benefactor, please do what you want."

Xiao Feng knew it in his heart, it seemed that the old abbot didn't lie to himself, this thing was indeed useful to these monks.

……

At the same time, the abbot in the deepest part of the backyard walked out of the meditation room with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and came to the stone table under the big tree.

After grinding, the brush is dipped in ink and written on white paper.

As the last stroke was settled, suddenly there was a gust of wind in the yard, and the dead leaves that hadn't fallen from the big tree fell rustlingly on the abbot's cassock.

The abbot raised his head, looked at the last ray of light in the sky, and sighed leisurely: "It is really a blessing to meet such people in my lifetime.

But unfortunately, there is no way to witness his growth, I hope the old man is not mistaken..."

After finishing speaking, he slowly sat down on the stone bench, with a free and easy smile on the corner of his mouth, quite a detached mood of smiling at Yunjuan Yunshu.

When the wind weakened, the abbot's head slowly lowered until it was completely buried in his chest, but he never fell down on the stone table.Still maintain a sitting posture.

At this moment, the monk Xiao Feng met earlier, who was in charge of collecting money for the drumming project, came over, folded his hands together, bowed his body and said, "Master, it's time for dinner."

However, there was never a response.

Looking up, I saw that the abbot was still in a nap-like posture.

The monk seemed to have realized something, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to the abbot's nose, then withdrew his hand like lightning, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and shouted to the front yard: "Come on, master!" , passed away..."

(End of this chapter)