Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 466 Master, please respect yourself

The moment the old man lost his soul, Confucian Saints, Dao Ancestors, Sword Ancestors, and the newly revived Shinto Four Patriarchs all noticed it.

They were all figures of the same era, and everyone knew each other more or less. The old man's soul had been lingering in Dengtian Pavilion. Almost everyone knew about this, but at this time, his aura suddenly disappeared, and everyone immediately knew what happened.

Fortunately, there is a Buddha there, and the ban is still stable, and there will be no troubles. It's just a pity that there is one less acquaintance.

Inside the giant cocoon, even though the strength of the energy and blood that passed over was very weak, its quality was extremely high.

Every strand of qi and blood is condensed after thousands of hard work. If Xia Fan is like blood like mercury, then the qi and blood from this corpse is like fine iron, and every strand can shatter the void.

With every ray of Qi and blood being submerged, the jade bones all over Xia Fan's body will be washed away and broken into pieces, and then restored. Each time the jade bones are restored, they will become stronger, and the color of the jade bones will also start to fade from milky white.

Fortunately, the Buddha used great means to manifest the river of time around him, making the flow of time around him much faster than outside, accelerating his absorption of qi and blood. Otherwise, it would be difficult to absorb a Nine Realm qi in a short period of time. Blood, that is a fool's dream.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Xia Fan's three souls are floating on the golden ocean, their eyes are lifeless, there is no desire, no thoughts, just wandering at will.

"Why am I here?"

"Didn't I play points all night long? I'm just one round away, just one round away from getting the gold. I'll go to bed when I get the gold. Why don't you let me get the gold?"

"After playing for ten years, the highest rank is Silver One, who can bear this!"

"Am I dreaming now, no, I seem to have forgotten something, hiss~~ what, it seems very important!"

Xia Fan, floating in the golden ocean, murmured that he had lost all his memories of more than ten years and was still stuck in the time period when he stayed up all night for two consecutive nights.

But the feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, as if he had forgotten something particularly important.

He didn't know how long he had been here, he had no concept of time at all, he just felt that it was quite comfortable to float like this, even better than lying flat.

Without the pressure of work, the pressure of buying a house, the anxiety of love, let alone having children and raising a family in the future, this place is simply a paradise for lay people. Even if there is no mobile phone network, it is still very comfortable. It seems that the whole person has been sublimated, which makes him not think about it at all. Get up and find out where you are.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came. Xia Fan turned his head and saw a monk in plain clothes appearing in front of him. He clasped his hands together. His face was flawless and his unique temperament instantly stunned him. .

what's the situation? Is it so embarrassing to be a monk now? With this look, you can choose to debut where you are. Fortunately, you chose to lie down. It's just a look. It doesn't matter whether it's ugly or handsome. It's useless if you don't find a partner.

"Hello, master." Xia Fan smiled lazily at the monk with a relaxed and freehand voice.

Hearing this, Monk Suyi's eyes showed an inexplicable color for the first time. Why is the Xia Fan in front of him different from the real one?

There is a huge difference in appearance between the two, how could a person's spirit look different from his own, it doesn't make sense.

People who practice, with the improvement of cultivation base, spiritual energy nourishes the physical body, almost no one is bad-looking, they are all handsome men and women, except for a small number of people.

Xia Fan is naturally no exception, and she is still one of the best in terms of appearance. However, the appearance of the soul in front of her cannot be said to be ugly, but it has nothing to do with Chuchen. If I use one word to describe it, it would be ordinary. .

It is too ordinary. Of course, the Buddha who has seen through the mortal world will not be obsessed with the skin. He is just curious about why a person's soul is so far away from his body.

"Hello donor!"

Seeing this, Xia Fan struggled to sit up, sat cross-legged on the water, and stared blankly at the monk with his chin propped on his hands.

He didn't know why a monk appeared in his dream, after all, he had never entered a temple to burn incense since he was a child.

"Which temple does the master practice in? Does it include room and board? I heard that to be a monk requires a bachelor's degree. Is it okay to have a college degree? I don't want to work hard anymore."

"By the way, is there a wireless network in the mountains? I think I'm going to take a computer with me. How about it?"

Buddha:.

After all, he is also the master of a dharma, a detached existence, and what he sees and hears is rare in the world. However, the two casual words of the person in front of him left him a little confused, and even his shiny brain exuded... The golden light.

This can't help but make Buddha have some self-doubt. Could it be that I have been trapped for too long and have cognitive deviations?

"The donor's six impure roots cannot enter my Buddhist Gate," the plain-clothed monk said with a smile, as bright as a spring breeze.

"Hey, what the master said is wrong. Although I drink, eat meat, and surf the Internet, I will be a good monk. As the saying goes, meat and wine pass through the intestines. The Buddha left in his heart, as a master, you can't look at people with colored glasses. ." Xia Fan argued hard, but just didn't stand up. Without him, he was lazy.

If he didn't feel like he was paralyzed while lying down talking to someone, he wouldn't even want to sit up.

Hearing this, the Buddha was stunned. These two sentences are indeed somewhat Buddhist, but he is the Buddha. How can I not know whether you have me in your heart? You are a liar!

"My Buddha is merciful. When you don't have enough cultivation, you need to observe the precepts in order to clarify your mind. Moreover, people in the Buddhist Gate are not allowed to approach women. Donor, are you willing to give up?"

Hearing this, Xia Fan suddenly exuded an aura of arrogance unique to the Lying Ping clan, and then waved her hand: "I can't find a partner anyway, and even if I find one, I may not be able to get married. Even if I get married, I I may not be able to afford it, even if I can. No, I definitely can’t afford it. Female sex is like a floating cloud to me. I just have the seeds in the D disk."

Compared with those things that can be seen and eaten, Xia Fan feels that the producer's wife is more reliable.

Seeing that the monk was stunned, Xia Fan hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Master, as long as food and accommodation are provided, and there is wireless Internet, I am willing to always be with my Buddha, Master!"

At this time, cross veins were popping out of the Buddha's forehead. He had been enlightened for many years and no longer needed to observe the precepts like other Buddhist Gate monks. However, his character had long been polished, but he still wanted to beat this guy. The boy paused and felt so cheap!

Those who can move his mood have to be said to have a chance. Sure enough, a person with great luck cannot be treated with common sense, even if his luck has almost disappeared.

"Always stay with my Buddha?" the monk in plain clothes said softly.

Xia Fan nodded quickly.

"I am Buddha, do you have me in your heart?"

Xia Fan：Σ(°△ °

"Hit me!"

"My sexual orientation is still normal. Master, please respect yourself." Xia Fan crossed her arms on her chest to express her rejection.

There must be something wrong with this monk. I just want this place that provides food and accommodation. You actually asked me if I have you in my heart. This is totally wrong.

The Buddha took a deep breath and his chest rose and fell significantly. He didn't know why a person's soul could be so weird. Could it be that this kid had such a personality.

"Didn't the donor say that after wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will remain in his heart? I am the Buddha!"

"You have me in your heart, how could I not know?"

Hearing this, Xia Fan replied with an expression as if she cared for a mentally retarded child: "Are you a Buddha? Which Buddha?"

"Buddha of the past, Buddha of the present or Buddha of the future? You don't look like the Victorious Buddha, nor the Medicine Buddha, nor the Buddha of the Five Directions, nor the Buddha of the Ten Directions. Are you the only one who can return the Buddha?"

"If you don't want it, don't want it. I don't have a bachelor's degree. Why are you making so many excuses?"

Xia Fan's talk confused the Buddha. What are these? I am the Buddha. How can we have so many Buddhas? Is someone pretending to be someone?

"Amitabha, the past, present and future are all mine. This is similar to Taoism's Divine Ability. I didn't expect my little friend to have such insight, but the Buddhas of the five directions, the Buddhas of the ten directions, and the Buddha of the Victory and Victory that you mentioned, The poor monk has never heard of it."

"The Buddha is the only one who can save all sentient beings. How can there be multiple Buddhas? Wouldn't that mess up the rules?" The monk in plain clothes shook his head.

He is the master of Buddhism and Taoism. Even if Buddhist Gate has descendants who have achieved transcendence, they cannot be called Buddhas. This is the bottom line, and it is related to one's own Tao.

"The only Buddha?"

"Exactly!"

“too small”

"What does the donor mean?"

"The structure is too small. What do I think it is? It turns out to be Hinayana Buddhism. Master, how old is it? Doesn't anyone teach Mahayana Buddhism in your temple? Isn't your temple connected to the Internet? If that's the case, then I won't go. It doesn’t even have an internet connection, so it’s not a good temple at first glance.”

Buddha: "Donor, may I ask"

"Okay, you can go, you'll wake up after a while."

Buddha:.

(end of this chapter)