One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

All coincidences are artificial? Zhang Yang suddenly realized that as the eleventh reincarnation of the golden cicada, the little rascal was naturally the Guanyin Bodhisattva who sent him to the vicinity of the Jinshan Temple for the old abbot to pick it up!

Thinking of this, he shook his head and sighed: "It's all arranged."

On the other hand, the third sister held the comatose hooligan and sang a song to make the child fall asleep while crying. She didn't realize that she should be leaving until white light began to appear on her body.

"Two masters, please don't tell the child that I am her mother, just let him think that he is an orphan, so that he can live a little easier," said the third sister.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yang nodded and assured her: "He will grow up happily."

The third sister was so grateful that she knocked her head a few times, then kissed the little hooligan’s forehead again, and finally disappeared.

Jin Chanzi was about to return to the little gangster at this time, but was grabbed by Zhang Yang. He asked, "You seem to know everything, can you tell me, how is Wukong and the others now?"

"The secret is not to be revealed." Jin Chanzi said deeply.

"Pretend what? Obviously you have always had an opinion on the sky, what else do you dare not disclose?" Zhang Yang said dissatisfiedly: "They are also your apprentices, don't you care?"

Jin Chanzi explained: "I don't know what the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, but whether they are dead or alive, they are already their destinations. The future will be left to you in the future to understand. Living well now is the right answer. "After talking about Jin Chanzi, he returned to the little hooligan's body.

The little hooligan shook his whole body and woke up. After opening his eyes, he didn't see the female ghost in white, and asked Zhang Yang, "What's wrong with me? Why do I always faint? Which female ghost is this?"

"I've been reincarnated, haven't you seen it?" Zhang Yang walked over and took the little gangster to the cotton cloud, let him sit down, and then said: "You must have not slept well last night, so you always dozed off today. That's it. The female ghost has been reincarnated, she asked me to say to you, thank you."

"Really?" The little hooligan said with a puzzled expression: "Don't lie to me."

"If you don't believe it, go back and wait and see, she will definitely not show up again." Zhang Yang also lay on the cotton cloud, then squeezed a small piece of cloud on the cotton cloud, and said, "Go, cotton cloud. "

After waiting for a long time, he didn't notice any movement, and restored the ground by himself. Zhang Yang got up and saw that the cotton cloud was red, steaming, and almost scattered to the ground.

"Hey, hey, what's the situation?" Zhang Yang jumped off the cotton cloud in fright and asked, "Why does this cloud have a fever?"

The little hooligan said helplessly to Zhang Yang: "Where did you touch someone just now? Can you stop using it?"

"I touched..." Zhang Yang remembered that he had pinched the cotton cloud just now, and he asked with a look of surprise: "This cloud is also divided into male and female! I said how it feels so good..."

After that, the two flew back to Chang'an and broke up when they arrived at Jinshan Temple. Zhang Yang said: "You are in tatters. You will inevitably have a lesson when you go back. Think of an excuse yourself. I have to go back and report to Sister Liu Xiang. , I don’t know what the business is like after a busy day."

Hearing Zhang Yang said "Sister Liu Xiang", the little gangster asked: "Your wife is also from Liujiacun?"

Zhang Yang was stunned, his brain exploded like a thunder. He then remembered that Sister Liu Xiang said that he had a pair of elderly parents in Liujiacun, but Liujiacun had been ruined by the old man with a sharp mouth, and all the residents’ hearts were eaten by him. Parents must also...

"Is it Liujiatun? Liujiazhuang or something?" Zhang Yang asked with a guilty conscience: "Don't be Liujiacun!"

"I've finished reading. There is indeed a Liujia Village around Chang'an, and your wife's family will probably be inevitable." The little gangster asked, "What are you going to do? Do you want to tell her directly?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and said categorically: "Of course I can't say it straight, she will be sad."

The little hooligan shook his head and said, "I think it's hard to hide this. All the people in the village have disappeared. This matter will definitely be spread. Sooner or later, she will know about it. It should be only two days ago."

"Then what should I do? Pretend to be stupid? Pretend not to know this?" Zhang Yang asked.

"When you go back, say you went to alms with me. I will take you to experience the life of a monk. Don't mention the office of Liujia Village. After all, it is because we went to Liujia Village that the monsters were brought there. It’s inseparable from us."

The little gangster said: "If you can conceal a moment, you know and I know, we don't want your boss to be sad, because people are inherently dead.

I think your boss’s wife is quite old. A woman needs a stable home at her age. I think you can take this opportunity to marry him. Although the old parents are dead, there is a man who marries her, which will reduce her. The pain of the heart. "

Zhang Yang's heart was broken at the moment. He flicked a finger on the bald head of the little gangster and said: "I asked you to give me ideas. Your **** gets more and more ridiculous. What kind of relationship do you have? I am in my 20s. The young man, and her mature woman in her thirties, don’t laugh off people’s big teeth?"

"You know what a fart, a woman with thirty-one flowers, that charm, that figure, that technology..." The little hooligan described it with joy and eyebrows, as if the saliva would be left behind.

Zhang Yang hurriedly interrupted him: "You're just a twelve-year-old kid, how do you know so much? No wonder people call you a hooligan, you don't look like a monk, you are vulgar, how about saving money to open a brothel? kind?"

"Don't tell me, that's what I planned." The little gangster smiled and said: "The abbot said that I have fate with the monastery, and I am a born monk, but I don't agree. If he doesn't pick me up, I will starve to death. Either it will be picked up by others, or at least it will not be a monk who can't do this or that. His life is only a few decades, of course how happy he is."

"If you are an improper monk, it's not just your abbot who will die." Zhang Yang said. For the time being, he can’t tell the little gangster that he is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, and he has to bear the burden of learning the scriptures. Maybe he will be intercepted and killed halfway, and then he will share the meat with the gods, Buddhas and immortals who pray for immortality. eat. When he thought of this, Zhang Yang felt that he was not the poorest person, and he felt a little bit of comfort.

The little hooligan didn't understand, and asked, "Who else is there?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand and said, "I'm going back first. There are a lot of things waiting for me to do." He didn't want to linger, because he had to go to a far door, ready to give the bones the fruit of immortality. ..