Thousands of years waiting for a snake 1

Chapter 8
Career and love have the same meaning as money and beauty, but the art of language is here.The former is great, the latter is tacky.So Xu Xian changed his words wisely.And these words made Xu Jiaorong even more gratified, tears were already rolling.

After bidding farewell to Xu Jiaorong, Xu Xian went out.I bought two meat buns at the bun shop as usual, and gnawed them all the way to Qingyutang.

Walking to the edge of the West Lake, there are quite a lot of tourists at the moment.Xu Xian yawned, suppressing the tears that were about to flow from the corners of his eyes.This ancient life is really sad. There is no Internet at night, no games to play, and I go to bed early.However, the key is that I can't fall asleep!I've been thinking wildly all night, so I'm so sluggish in the morning.

While Xu Xian was in a trance, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.She squinted her eyes and saw a bright bald head.Bald?
"Amitabha, my little monk sees that the seal of the almsgiver has turned black, and I am afraid that something bad will happen in the near future..." the bald head spoke, and it was not a good word when he opened his mouth.

Xu Xian stared at the person in front of him, um, he is a monk, and a good-looking young monk.Wearing a splendid golden cassock, holding a Zen stick in his right hand and a big golden bowl in his left hand, (is it actually a golden bowl?) He is looking at Xu Xian with an inscrutable expression.

"Stop, stop!" Xu Xian waved his hand to stop the monk in front of him from talking.

"Benefactor, it is fate that you and I met. The monk can resolve this calamity for the benefactor, as long as the benefactor..." The young and handsome monk spoke again.

"Shut up! You are Tang Seng, buzzing..." Xu Xian got a headache from the noise, so he stopped him.This foolish way of speaking is a typical magic stick.

"Ah, the little monk's name is Fa Hai, not Tang Seng." The handsome monk in front of him said this.

Xu Xian instantly petrified, Fa Hai?Fahai? ! !

"Benefactor, do you feel exhausted recently? That's because disaster is approaching. As long as the benefactor donates two or two taels of sesame oil money, the little monk will surely save the benefactor from danger." Fa Hai said incessantly.

"I'll wipe it!" Xu Xian finally lifted the petrification state, looking in disbelief at the handsome monk in front of him.Nima!Fa Hai is so young?Fa Hai is so handsome?Fahai is a long-winded stick?What kind of world is this?

"Benefactor, as long as two taels of silver..." Fa Hai was still talking endlessly, hurting Xu Xian's ears.

Xu Xian lowered his head and searched on the ground.

"Benefactor, what are you looking for?" Fa Hai asked with some doubts.

"I'm looking for bricks." Xu Xian replied.

"Why are you looking for bricks?" Fa Hai was even more puzzled.

"To shoot you." Xu Xian raised his head and said sinisterly.

"Um, benefactor, your face is rosy, and your facial features are correct, which is the appearance of great wealth and wealth. In time, you will surely become prosperous..." Fa Hai said solemnly.

Look at the change of words, look at the change in attitude, have you ever learned the face-changing of Sichuan opera?
"Go aside." The corner of Xu Xian's mouth twitched, looking at the wand in front of him, he resisted the urge to whip him.Is this the eminent monk Fa Hai?This is Fa Hai, the abbot of Jinshan Temple?Is this the powerful Fa Hai who beat Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qingji Feigou?God, let a lightning strike me to death!

Seeing the back of Fa Hai leaving, Xu Xian couldn't recover for a while.

"Benefactor, my little monk sees that your seal is black, dare to ask if you have been mentally and physically exhausted recently..." Seeing Fa Hai stop another passerby and repeat what he just said, Xu Xian has no strength to complain.

(End of this chapter)