Chapter 3521: Brother-in-law is a monk (2)

A pair of curious eyes fell on Jing Yuan.
Let him have a flush of white skin.
It took a long while to whisper: "Little monk ... I have seen you ..."
As soon as the words came out, Jingyuan realized that he didn't know how to address the people in front of him.
For a moment he was at a loss, his face turned redder.
The young monk had a handsome face, and his eyes were clear like the purest obsidian.
The skin is white, smooth and flawless.
Although it looks like he is only in his early twenties, his whole body seems to be shrouded in the holy Buddha light that only a monk can have.
But his expression was cramped, his cheeks crimson.
That remote, hazy sense of holiness was pierced like a soap bubble.
The whole person seemed indescribably cute and grounded.
All the people who were still shocked at Xiaoyaomen became active.
Ling Yusheng wondered: "Can a monk get married?"
"What's wrong with the monk? The monk can't return it?"
"It's okay, if the monk can't return the vulgar, you four sisters go to the Buddhist temple to find a nun.
Snapped--! !!
A knocked on Rain's head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The old of falling rain was saying, "Isn't it about marrying chickens and chickens, dogs and dogs, and marrying a monk, of course, the four masters can only be nuns."
"Uh-!!!!"
"Dead little seven! I think you're as impatient as Li Xun kissed!"
Watching the crowd at the Xiaoyaomen.
Jing Yuan's gaze fell on Leng Yumo's body momentarily, and the bottom of his eyes was soft and soft.
But soon, the smile on the corner of the mouth slowly converged.
The hand holding the golden bowl tightened.
There was pain and struggle in his eyes.
There was a deep voice in my ear.
Jing Yuan's eyebrows moved and slowly walked towards the corner of the palace.
Seeing the young man standing waiting for him, Jing Yuan's pupils shrank.
Mo Shangren is like a jade.
There are really so beautiful men in this world who transcend gender and transcend worldliness.
And this person's cultivation is not lower than himself.
Keyuan, however, has never seen or heard of such a person on the continent.
"Master Jingyuan of Dabei Temple?"
Before Jing Yuan thought about it, a low magnetic voice came.
"Amitabha." Jing Yuan folded his hands, bowed slightly, "I wonder if your Excellency?"
Can call Dabei Temple, can call his method.
Obviously, the man in front of him must have been to Xiuxian Continent.
"Luo Yunxiao, Leng Yumo is my nephew."
In a short sentence, there was no more explanation, but it made Jing Yuan's heart bewildered.
Just now the vigilance and confusion suddenly turned into tension.
It turned out that this person was the little uncle in Yu Mo's mouth.
The only elder left in Xiaoyaomen.
If he wants to ... want to marry Yu Mo, it's not enough to get Master's consent, he has to pass this person.
Luo Yun looked at him faintly: "The first master of Xiuxian Continent, now the close disciple of the first person of Buddhism [Pura Dharma], the next abbot heir announced by [Da Bei Temple], Master Jingyuan. You are sure of yourself Can you marry my nephew? "
Jingyuan's heart tightened suddenly, holding her breath for a moment.
The person in front of him knew more than he knew.
But it was only for a moment, Jingyuan slowly raised his head, his eyebrows were calm and gentle, but the perseverance and determination in his eyes were like a thousand years of rock, and he did not hesitate to shake: "I will ask Master to agree to my request. As for the" big sad [Temple] Abbot is not me, I never thought of becoming [Da Bei Temple] abbot. "