A pair of curious eyes fell on Jingyuan.

It made his fair face flush.

After a while, he whispered: "Little monk... I've seen you guys..."

As soon as he said that, Jingyuan realized that he didn't know how to call the people in front of him.

For a moment, my face turned redder.

The little monk has a handsome face and his eyes are as clear as the purest obsidian.

The skin is even white and smooth, without any flaws.

He looked only in his early twenties, but his whole body seemed to be covered with the holy Buddha light that only those who were wise monks could have.

But at this time, his expression was cramped and his cheeks were flushed.

That distant and hazy sense of holiness was pierced like a soap bubble.

The whole person seems indescribably cute and down-to-earth.

This made everyone in Xiaoyao Sect who was still shocked suddenly active.

Ling Yusheng said strangely: "Can monk get married?"

"What's wrong with the monk? Can't monk return to secular life?"

"It's okay. If the monk cannot return to secular life, fourth senior sister, please go to the next to the Buddhist temple to find a nunnery to become a monk."

Bang-!!

A explosive particle hit Luo Yu's head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Luoyu Lao Shen said, "Didn't it mean that you can marry a chicken and a dog and a dog? If you marry a monk, the fourth senior sister can only be a nun."

"Puff—!!"

"Die Xiaoqi! I'm impatient when I see you living like Chi Kiss!"

Watching the crowd of Xiaoyao Sect who was making a fuss.

Jingyuan's eyes did not fall on Leng Yumo for a moment, and there was a gentle and affection under his eyes that could not be melted.

However, soon, the smile on the corner of the 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 his ears.

Jingyuan's eyebrows moved and slowly walked towards the corner of the palace.

Seeing the young man standing there waiting for him, Jingyuan's pupils shrank.

The stranger is like a jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

There is really such a handsome man in this world who is beyond gender and worldly.

Moreover, this person's cultivation is no lower than himself at all.

But Jingyuan has never seen or heard of such a person on the Continent of Cultivation and Immortality.

"Master Jingyuan of Dapesi Temple?"

Before Jingyuan could think clearly, a low magnetic sound came.

"Amitabha." Jingyuan folded his hands together and bowed slightly, "I wonder if you are?"

He can call out the Great Bear Temple and his Dharma name.

Obviously, the man in front of him must have been to the Continent of Cultivation.

"Luo Yunxiao, Leng Yumo is my junior nephew."

A short sentence, no more explanation, but it made Jingyuan feel anxious.

The vigilance and doubt that just now turned into tension suddenly.

It turns out that this person is the uncle of Yu Mo.

The only elder left in Xiaoyao Sect.

If he wants to... want to marry Yumo, it is not enough to get his master's consent, and he has to pass this person's level.

Luo Yunxiao looked at him indifferently: "The first master in the Immortal Cultivation Continent, now the closed disciple of the first Buddhist and Taoist figure [Bodhidharma], and the next heir of the abbot, Master Jingyuan, announced by [Great Compassion Temple]. Are you sure you can get married to my nephew?"

Jingyuan's heart suddenly tightened, and even his breathing was held in an instant.

There is more person in front of him than he knows.

But in just a moment, Jingyuan slowly raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and peaceful, but the persistence and determination in his eyes were like a rock that lasted for thousands of years without any hesitation and wavering: "I will ask my master to agree to my request. As for the abbot of [Dafo Temple], it is not me, I never thought of becoming the abbot of [Dafo Temple]."
Chapter completed!