Pairs of curious eyes fell on Jing Yuan.
It made his fair skin blush.
It took a long time before he whispered: "Little monk... I have seen you..."
As soon as the words came out, Jing Yuan realized that he didn't even know how to address the people in front of him.
He was at a loss for a while, and his face became more and more red.
The little monk had a handsome face, and his eyes were as clear as the purest obsidian.
The skin is more fair and smooth, without blemishes.
He obviously looks only in his early twenties, but his whole body seems to be shrouded in the holy light of Buddha that only a high-ranking monk can have.
But at this time, his expression was cramped, and his cheeks were flushed.
The distant and hazy sense of holiness was punctured like soap bubbles.
The whole person seems indescribably cute and down-to-earth.
Let everyone in Xiaoyaomen who were still in shock suddenly become active.
Ling Yusheng wondered, "Can monks get married too?"
"What's wrong with the monk? Can't the monk return to the vulgar?"
"It's okay, if the monk can't return to the vulgar, Fourth Senior Sister, you can find a nunnery next to the Buddhist temple and become a monk together."
Snapped! !
A blaster knocked on Luo Yu's head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The old god Luoyu said: "Didn't you say that if you marry a chicken, you will marry a dog like a dog? If you marry a monk, of course Fourth Senior Sister can only become a nun."
"Pfft!!"
"Damn Xiao Qi! I see you are as impatient as Qi Kiss!"
Looking at the crowd of Xiaoyaomen who made a mess.
Jing Yuan's eyes fell on Leng Yumo's body for a moment, and there was an indelible tenderness in his eyes.
However, soon, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly subsided.
The hand holding the golden bowl tightened.
There was a look of pain and struggle in his eyes.
A low voice came from the ear.
Jing Yuan twitched his eyebrows, and walked slowly towards the corner of the palace.
Seeing the young man standing there waiting for him, Jing Yuan's pupils shrank.
Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.
In this world, there really is such a handsome man who transcends gender and transcends the world.
And this person's cultivation level is not lower than his own.
But Jing Yuan had never seen or heard of such a person on Xiuxian Continent.
"Master Jingyuan of the Great Compassion Temple?"
Before Jing Yuan could think clearly, a deep and magnetic voice came.
"Amitabha." Jing Yuan clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, "I wonder who you are?"
Can call out the Great Compassion Temple, can call out his dharma name.
Obviously, the man in front of him must have been to Xiuxian Continent.
"Luo Yunxiao, Leng Yumo is my nephew."
There was no further explanation for this short sentence, but it made Jing Yuan's heart tremble.
The vigilance and doubts just now turned into nervousness.
It turned out that this person was the little uncle Yu Mo was talking about.
The only remaining elder in Xiaoyaomen.
If he wants...to marry Yumo, it is not enough to get the master's consent, he has to pass this person's test.
Luo Yunxiao looked at him indifferently: "The former number one master in Xiuxian Continent, now the closed disciple of the number one Buddhist and Daoist [Bodhidharma], the next abbot and successor announced by [Dabei Temple] Master Jingyuan. Are you sure you Can you marry my nephew?"
Jing Yuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he even held his breath for an instant.
The man in front of him knew more than he knew.
But only for a moment, Jing Yuan slowly raised his head, his brows were gentle and peaceful, but the persistence and determination in his eyes were like a rock of ten thousand years, without the slightest hesitation: "I will ask Master to agree to my request. As for [Great Compassion] The abbot of the Temple is not me, I never thought of becoming the abbot of the [Dabei Temple].”