I Really Like That Guy!

Tan Wu really came back quickly, A Luo strolled around the small yard, groped inside and out, and the yard door was pushed open.

A Luo subconsciously jumped towards him, stopped halfway in the monk's stern gaze, and moved over in small steps.

As soon as she hugged his arm, she was about to lift his clothes to see if there were any scars on his body, and by the way she asked, "You really haven't been beaten, have you?"

The surprised tone sounded less worried, more like watching the fun.

It's not that she doesn't care about him. Ever since she knew that Tan Wu was a great master, A Luo has often competed with him. It is a rare thing to have a great master by his side, of course, we must make good use of it.

However, the gap between the two is too big. A Luo is like a stinky child in front of him. Even if he stands there and lets her beat, let alone beat, if he hadn't released water, she wouldn't even be able to touch the corners of his clothes. arrive.

Although I was very worried at this meeting, Arlo couldn't help but wonder if someone like Tan Wu would be beaten? What is it like to be beaten?

Tan Wu: "..."

He squeezed her messy little hand, "No."

A Luo gave a long "Oh", and looked at his small eyes, looking rather disappointed.

Tan Wu didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while. His mood has always been stable, and he doesn't take pleasure in things or grieve for himself. However, every time he faces this little girl, she often makes her mood fluctuate.

"If you want to beat me, it only takes forty years."

He could see her thoughts at a glance, after all the little demon girl had her thoughts on her face.

A Luo couldn't help but cried out: "Forty years???" Are you coaxing you to be her child! Forty years later, he must have become stronger too!

She was praised by her master as a genius little demon girl since she was a child, but she felt that she was hit by dimensionality reduction, and her whole person was sluggish.

I thought I was a genius, but when I went outside, I found out that everyone outside is a genius.

The male protagonist, Wei Zhixian, is only a thirty-year-old grandmaster. Yu Xiao's twenty-three-year-old grandmaster can be called a monster. The most amazing thing is the one in front of her, a great grandmaster in his thirties! Is that human being?

What a genius she is, she is a liar!

At this moment, the little demon girl whose self-confidence collapsed, and Tan Wu, who said that the period of 40 years, did not expect that in the future, when A Luo reached the age of 30, he would also become the great master of evil spirits in the eyes of others.

Hongsha said she was a genius at all, and she was absolutely right in her Xuanyin exercises! Especially the double cultivation technique!

Time went back to the present. Seeing that the girl looked down because of his own words, the blue-clothed monk frowned, he thought for a moment, walked to A Luo, pulled her hand up, formed a small fist, and pressed it against his chest.

A Luo's attention was attracted, and he blinked: "What are you doing?"

Tan Wu held her hand, hammered his chest twice, and said to her seriously, "You won."

Arlo: "???"

The monk lightly fanned his long eyelashes, stared at her quietly with his bright black eyes, and said, "It doesn't take forty years, as long as you want to, you can win."

A Luo lost his mind for a while before realizing what he meant. His face flushed red, and he grabbed his shirt and said shyly, "Aiya, **** it!"

Tan Wu: "..."

A Luo blushed and pretended to be serious: "Well, let's get down to business, what happened? Did your master say anything?"

Tan Wu shook his head and led her into the house.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that from today, I'll be a lay disciple." He said lightly, as if he didn't care much.

In fact, it's really not that important.

For Tan Wu, whether he is a formal disciple or a lay disciple, he is still the same Tan Wu, and it will not change his kindness to this world and his heart towards Buddha.

Even the original master persuaded him to let him continue to be his son of Buddha, but he was not allowed to marry that woman, nor allow her to be named.

Judging from his strength and identity, no one would say anything even if he was entangled with a demon woman.

Tan Wu refused without the slightest hesitation. After the master understood the sigh, he agreed to record him as a lay disciple, still a disciple of Bodhi Temple, but not bound by the clear rules and dogma of the temple, and to put it bluntly, he was returning to the lay.

Yu Xiao is also a lay disciple of Bodhi Temple, and now Tan Wu and Yu Xiao have the same identity, in short, they are not much different.

Anyway, after Master Lingran presided over Tan Wu's return to secular ceremony, every time A Luo went out with Tan Wu, he saw that people around him respected him as always, even if he knew that he was no longer an inner disciple, his name did not change, he was still a disciple of the Buddha. .

Those people's respect for him is by no means a simple name, but because of his strength and mastery of Buddhism.

A Luo has watched Tan Wu preach to people. There are often people nearby who come to Bodhi Temple to worship the Buddha. When he heard that the Buddha's son, Tan Wu, came back, many people in the surrounding area rushed over immediately.

Tan Wu lived in the Bodhi Temple for a few days, and the temple was full every day, with tourists like weaving, and countless people who were seeking Taoism.

Every time he preached, Arlo would quietly blend in with the crowd, pretending to be an ordinary believer, listening to him talk about those profound and incomprehensible Buddhist principles in a calm tone.

Of course, she didn't understand at all, and the people around her were fascinated by it, so she stared straight at him with her chin propped up.

Just by looking at his face, she could see it with relish.

Once, the gentle and soft sound of lecturing made her fall asleep. When she woke up, she saw that everyone around her had gone clean, and in the solemn and solemn Buddhist temple, the smoke rising from curling up swirled around, and the air was full of smoke. It's a thick, slightly intoxicating scent of sandalwood.

Before going to bed, A Luo temporarily found a small table to lie on his stomach, opened his eyes in a daze, and what caught his eye was a picture scroll-like scene.

In the evening, the setting sun slanted into the cascading mountains in the distance, golden scale-like clouds appeared on the horizon, and the golden orange light passed through the blue sky, straight into the wide-open window lattice, and covered most of the house without hesitation.

A monk in white sat with his back to the dazzling brilliance. He was tall and straight, wearing a cassock as clean as snow.

The slender fingertips silently flipped through the paper, the light plated a layer of gold on his figure, and the pure and white fingers seemed to be transparent. At this moment, he was illusory and not like a real person.

That look full of Zen, full of compassion, looks like a Buddha descended into the world.

A Luo blinked slowly, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

She didn't speak, just looked at him silently, not wanting to spoil this beautiful scene for a while.

However, Tan Wu was so sharp that he noticed it as soon as she opened her eyes, but he still slowly read a page of scriptures before raising his eyes to look at her.

With a subtle, broken wave-like smile in his black eyes, he shook his head helplessly and teased her in a warm voice: "Little girl, without the root of wisdom, you can fall asleep even after listening to the scriptures."

All of a sudden, the divine nature that people dare not touch, shattered, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.

A Luo rolled his eyes unconsciously, got up and opened his hand at him: "Monk, your feet are numb."

Tan Wu stretched out his hand to pull her up, and the internal force in his hand passed from her palm, making a circle in her veins, and A Luo's numb legs immediately became normal.

"Let's go, come back," he said.

When the two of them moved, Arlo realized that the position he was sitting in was just enough to block the sun shining on her.

On the way back, I ran into some fellow students from time to time. Those people looked at Arlo with curiosity and scrutiny, while others were vaguely repulsive.

A Luo doesn't care much, she is a little demon, and there are many people who hate her outside. The number of monks in this Bodhi Temple is too bad.

Even if she hooked up their Buddhist son, at most, she would look at her with such eyes. As for her imaginary words, asking for trouble, and kicking her out of the temple, nothing happened.

She had also met the old host several times, and she knew that her attitude towards her was actually very kind, which made the little witch who had no guilt at all, and felt a little uneasiness in her heart for bullying honest people.

Tan Wu took her hand, and said to her in a soothing manner, "It's almost time, let's leave tomorrow."

Although there is a bit of conscience to discover, but the monk wants to leave, of course A Luo will not refuse!

Everything is good in Bodhi Temple, but the only bad thing is vegetarian food. If you eat vegetarian food every day, your mouth will fade out.

Not to mention that she still has a ball in her stomach. She eats a lot every day, and she is not very hungry even if she is a vegetarian. She will be hungry after a while, because she has gone to the Zhaitang too many times, and the masters there know her!

Tan Wu's departure did not inspire the public. Early in the morning, he dug A Luo out of the bed, carried his horse on his back, and went down the mountain.

When A Luo woke up, they had walked a long way, and Wuyou Mountain was nowhere to be seen.

"Monk, where are we going this time?" she asked him casually.

I thought I couldn't get the exact answer, but the monk said, "Xuanyin Sect."

"Huh? Xuanyin Sect?" A Luo was shocked.

Tan Wu's indifferent voice came along with the wind: "I've been to my house and visited my elders, now it's time to visit yours."

A Luo was a little confused: "Are you really going?"

Tan Wu wondered: "Why, is it inconvenient?"

A Luo: "Not really, it's just there... there are more women, I'm afraid you won't adapt."

The real reason is actually the openness of the folk customs of Xuanyin Religion, and the girls over there are really bold and unrestrained! Didn't the monk go into the tiger's mouth in the past?

Tan Wu: "It's okay." After a pause, he said again, "If you want to get married, you have to meet your elders and relatives, and you will be complete when you get blessings."

"Um... eh? Getting married???"

A Luo was stunned, she leaned forward, put both hands around his neck, and said in surprise: "No, let's not mention marriage, have we received the blessing of your elders?"

Tan Wu was silent for a moment, then said, "I remember that Master gave you an amulet."

A Luo: "That's obviously what I asked for!"

There was a place to ask for an amulet in the Bodhi Temple, and A Luo joined in the fun and asked for one. The amulet was clearly handed to her, and she didn't think much about it at the time. Is there any special meaning?

Tan Wu explained: "Master is an eminent monk who has attained Taoism, and the possession amulets he draws by himself are rare and valuable."

Aloma was silent for a while, and then he laughed: "I didn't expect you two, master and apprentice, to be quite alike, both... so boring."

The last words were stuffed in her throat, and she put her chin on his shoulder again, vaguely unable to hear clearly, and Tan Wu said "Huh?"

A Luo couldn't help laughing: "It's all so cute!"

She leaned in and quickly kissed his ear.