"I don't know." Wan Zhongyi looked confused.
The fat man curled his lips and smiled when he heard this, tilted his head towards Nanfeng, "Tell him."
Nanfeng was not satisfied with the fat man's arrogance and did not cooperate. He pretended to be surprised and said, "What?"
The fat man was so bored that he was so depressed that he clicked his tongue and stared.
The situation depends on the occasion. It was obviously not the right time to joke, so Nanfeng whispered, "Be careful, if your identity is revealed, they will take you back and put you on the altar."
Seeing the south wind turning in danger, the fat man saved his face and raised his hand to pinch the short beard under his chin, "That's right."
The two sang in harmony, leaving Wan Zhongyi confused and curious. He stopped drinking and looked at Nanfeng in confusion, "Brother, who are you?"
"I'm not an expert, he is," Nanfeng pointed at the fat man, "Do you know anything about Buddhism?"
"That is the state religion of Tuhun. I used to transform into a human form to listen to the Master's lectures." Wan Zhongyi said.
"Do you know Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Nanfeng asked again.
"Of course I know, that is one of the four great Bodhisattvas before the Buddha," Wan Zhongyi looked at the fat man up and down, "Has this brother ever received a teaching from a Bodhisattva?"
The fat man snorted coldly, tilted his head and looked away.
Seeing that he was such a big deal, Nanfeng was ready to kick him, but with an outsider in front, he couldn't embarrass him, so he could only say, "I won't hide the truth from you, he is Ksitigarbha."
Wan Zhong frowned when he heard this one by one. He looked at Nanfeng and then at Fatty. His eyes were not dubious, but totally unbelievable.
Seeing this, Nanfeng could only say again, "We have no need to deceive you. He is really the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It's just that the spiritual platform has not been swept away and the Buddha's light has not appeared. His listening beast is in the forest by the lake at this time."
Hearing what Nanfeng said, Wan Zhongyi's expression turned into doubtful, "The Bodhisattva is a monk, how come..."
"What the hell, I'll shave my head if I like it, and keep my hair if I'm happy with it." The fat man didn't succeed in putting on a show, and he was not very happy. "I'm telling you this to make decisions for you, and I'm not asking you for anything. I was in the lake just now." You also tried it, you hit me twice, but did you hurt me?"
Upon hearing this, Wan Zhongyi hurriedly picked up the wine jar, drank a few sips in succession, and said, "There is indeed a true listener under the Bodhisattva's seat. It is said that the true listener can discern the good and evil in the world..."
"It's not done yet, drink quickly." The fat man interrupted Wan Zhongyi's words.
Wan Zhongyi drank again. After a few sips, he put down the wine jar and said, "If you really are a Bodhisattva, can you save me..."
The fat man waved his hand again, "We'll talk about it later, drink quickly."
Wan Zhong drank again and again, took a few sips and put it down again. Just when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the fat man, "Why are you so long-winded?"
"Let me take a breath." Wan Zhongyi picked up the wine jar and drank it all before putting it down.
"Are you drunk?" the fat man asked.
"I'll get drunk after a while." Wan Zhongyi replied.
"Okay, let's wait." The fat man picked up the wine bowl and drank the remaining wine in it. "By the way, I forgot to ask you, will you become drunk when you are drunk?"
Wan Zhongyi burped, "That's not the case, I'm just going to sleep."
The fat man felt relieved and yawned. He had not slept well last night, but now that he was in a warm place, he began to feel sleepy.
Not long after, Wan Zhongyi lay down on the stone table.
"Wake up." The fat man stretched out his hand to push.
Wan Zhongyi didn't respond.
"It's also sincere. I'll believe it after hearing a few words from you." Nanfeng said.
"I didn't lie to him," the fat man yawned again, "How did you find him?"
"Isn't the princess here?" Nanfeng winked at the fat man, indicating that Wan Zhongyi was just sleeping for the first time and was not completely drunk yet.
The fat man understood and said, "Since he believes in me, I can't do anything wrong to him. If he really loses his evil spirit, I will ask the emperor to agree to their marriage, which will be considered a meritorious deed."
"Master, you are so noble, please spare me." Murong Feng begged sadly in the corner.
The fat man turned his head when he heard the sound, "What about this and that? He has made great contributions to you. Your father has already agreed to your marriage, but you hate him just because he is not good-looking. What does it mean to judge a person by his appearance? You just It’s called judging a book by its appearance, and you have to reflect on it.”
Nanfeng frowned secretly when he heard the fat man's righteous words. This guy really said one thing and did another. If he hadn't judged people by their appearance, he wouldn't have been so hesitant and hesitant when first getting married. In the end, choosing Twelve was not what he wanted to choose. , but bad luck.
Seeing Nan Feng's strange expression, the fat man tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong? Am I right?"
"Yes, I'm worried about whether Murong Lu will believe that you are the reincarnation of Bodhisattva. Your current behavior and behavior are not like those of a Taoist monk." Nanfeng said.
When the fat man heard this, he stood up and rolled up his sleeves, "Hey, I don't understand. Whichever stipulates that eminent monks have to sit with their eyes closed, which stipulates that eminent monks have to have a look of mercy on their faces, which stipulates that eminent monks have to have The unfathomable posture can’t have any popularity at all?”
"What are you doing, fighting with someone?" Nanfeng answered.
The fat man sat back after hearing the words, "Their view is wrong. If you want me to do that, you might as well kill me. Besides, I am a Bodhisattva, not a monk. Do you know why I can become a Bodhisattva? Just because of me Unlike those monks, they are vulgar."
"Okay, okay, you are good." Nanfeng smiled.
The fat man rarely spoke so many words. After saying it, he felt comfortable and relieved, so he looked at Wan Zhongyi, then at Wan Zhongyi and then at Nanfeng, meaning to ask him if Wan Zhongyi was asleep.
Nanfeng nodded. Wan Zhongyi was on his right side, very close. He could clearly hear Wan Zhongyi's breathing, which had obviously slowed down.
"Has the demonic aura faded away?" Fatty asked.
"It should be." Nanfeng said.
"Don't do it. This is no joke. You have to do it right. If the little bastard comes out, I will be guilty." The fat man turned back to look at Murong Feng.
Murong Feng had already been scolded by the fat man and cried before. Seeing him turn around and hearing what he said again, she cried even more miserably.
"You wait here, I'll call Zhuge Chanjuan." Nanfeng stood up.
"Why are you looking for her? Why can't you do something like this?" the fat man asked.
"There's no open air here." Nanfeng turned around and left the cave.
When we reached the top of the mountain, we summoned Master Ba and drove him back to the west bank.
Murong Lu and others were waiting anxiously. Seeing his return, they hurriedly came up to greet him, "Master, how are you?"
"Have you ever tried to poison Wan Zhongyi?" Nanfeng asked with a frown.
"This...this..."
Seeing Murong Lu's expression, Nanfeng knew in his heart that Wan Zhongyi was not lying. Murong Lu and others had indeed tried to poison it.
"How's it going?" Zhuge Chanjuan came closer.
"Follow me to the island." Nanfeng pulled Zhuge Chanjuan and put her on Ba Ye's back, "Where is Lao Bai, pick her up too."
"Real person." Murong Lu shouted from below.
"Send people to hurry up and invite some knowledgeable eminent monks from the country to greet the Bodhisattva." Nanfeng said to Murong Lu.
When Ba Ye picked up Lao Bai, Zhuge Chanjuan took the opportunity to ask, "What happened?"
Nanfeng had a clear mind and told Zhuge Chanjuan in a few words what had happened previously. Zhuge Chanjuan was confused after hearing this, "Is the fat man really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"
"You don't know?" Nanfeng asked.
"Have you told me?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"I should have said it, but you didn't remember it." Nanfeng said uncertainly.
Fortunately, Zhuge Chanjuan did not get too entangled in this matter, "If he reveals his identity on a whim, will it cause him trouble?"
Nanfeng shook his head, "There shouldn't be any trouble, but it will attract a group of believers. If you don't mention this, I haven't realized it yet. This guy may not be acting on a whim, but deliberately exposing his identity."
"Why?" Zhuge Chanjuan was puzzled.
"Maybe I want to be Tuhun's protector of the country." Nanfeng said with a smile. The fat man has a loyal face and gives the impression that he has no scheming. He may indeed have no scheming, but he still has some intentions.
While the two were talking, Ba Ye flew to Gufeng and landed directly on the stone beach in front of the cave. Seeing them coming, the fat man came out of the cave to welcome them.
"How's it going?" Nanfeng asked.
"Still sleeping, not turning into a bastard." Fatty said.
The group of people entered the cave. Nanfeng pointed at Wan Zhong Yichong and explained the situation to Zhuge Chanjuan. After speaking, he asked, "Is there any way to determine whether it has completely lost its alien aura?"
"You can prick the acupoint." Zhuge Chanjuan said.
"This won't work." Nan Feng shook his head. The acupuncture points and meridians of the alien transformed into a human being are slightly different from those of humans, but this is just an alien with a shallow path. If the path is deep, the acupuncture points are the same as those of humans.
"Drip of blood." Zhuge Chanjuan said again.
"It's not like you're acknowledging your relationship, why are you bleeding?" the fat man interrupted.
"Is it useful to drop blood?" Nanfeng also didn't know.
"It's useful. Alien blood is different from humans. If its blood blends with human blood, it means it is no different from humans." Zhuge Chanjuan explained.
"If his blood is the same as that of a human being, will the child he gives birth to be the same as a human being?" What Fatty is most worried about is that he clicks on the wrong mandarin duck formula and gives birth to a hybrid monster.
"Yes," Zhuge Chanjuan nodded, "The heir is inherited by blood. If its blood is the same as that of human beings, it will not give birth to a different kind of heir."
"Okay, let's try it quickly." Fatty urged.
This method is also simple. In a bowl of wine, take a drop of the blood of the one in ten thousand, and then take a drop of the fat man's blood.
"Why don't they blend together?" The fat man was very nervous. The two drops of blood were two independent drops in the wine.
Zhuge Chanjuan didn't answer, poured the wine, poured another bowl, and took another blood from Wan Zhongyi. This time, the blood was mixed with Nan Feng's blood, which didn't mix well.
"It's over." The fat man was very frustrated.
"Don't rush to conclude," Zhuge Chanjuan shook her head, "People's blood is also different. Your blood doesn't blend with it, but maybe someone else's blood blends with it."
The two of them didn't understand very well, but with Zhuge Chanjuan here, they didn't need to understand too much, they just needed to watch quietly.
Then Zhuge Chanjuan tried it with her own blood, but it still didn't work.
"How about I catch a tortoise and try it out?" The fat man looked frustrated.
Zhuge Chanjuan ignored him, walked to the corner, took Murong Feng's blood, and melted it. The two drops of blood slowly merged into one drop in the wine.
"It's a human being." Zhuge Chanjuan threw away the bowl of wine.
"Could there be a mistake?" The fat man was worried.
In order to reassure him, Zhuge Chanjuan tried again, but they still merged.
"He is a human being and cannot make mistakes." Zhuge Chanjuan was very sure.
"Isn't blood used to identify relatives? It can also be used to identify people." The fat man gained insight.
"It's easy to make mistakes when using blood to identify relatives. If the child takes the father's bloodline and tries it with the mother's bloodline, the blood will not blend, and vice versa." Zhuge Chanjuan said.
"Can you confirm that the two people are biological mother and son?" Nanfeng asked.
"Who do you want to test?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"It's a long story." Nanfeng said. He was thinking of Liu Ruyan and seventh brother Mo Li from Lihuo Palace.
Zhuge Chanjuan did not ask further questions, but said, "It's not difficult. Even if the child's bloodline follows his father's, I have a way to determine whether they are mother and son."
"That's good." Nanfeng nodded, then pointed his finger at One in a Thousand, "Wake him up."
"Killing a chicken with a bull's knife, it's just a matter of waking up." Zhuge Chanjuan was unwilling to take action.
Hearing this, the fat man went out with an empty wine jar and filled the lake with water. When he came back, he poured a bowl of cold water down and said, "Wake up quickly, get up and be the bridegroom..."