I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Because the donor is a good person."

"What's the point of this, that good people have to be threatened by you to help you, running errands for nothing and getting a dime?" Bai Taki was furious.

"This thing can only be achieved by a benefactor." The old monk said, "Others are either incompetent or unwilling... I have been waiting for 500 years, and I really can't wait any longer."

Shirataki: "..."

He said in his heart that after 500 years, Sun Wukong should be born, and you are staying at Mount Sumeru, not Wuzhi Mountain.

The Buddha carver said perplexedly: "It's been a long time ago... When I was young, I used to be a disciple of Buddha, who worshiped Buddha in the Southern Tang Dynasty. When I was young, I often went to and from the capital with my master. Therefore, I have known her since childhood." gone."

"...Woman?" Bai Taki's eyes were strange: "Which one of you went the wrong way?"

The Buddha carver ignored it, but his eyes gradually became dazed, and his consciousness fell into memories: "When I first met, it was in the snow. I remember the heavy snow in the capital, which fell so deeply and so seriously...she was in the alley. There was a snowman in my mouth, and we were less than ten years old at the time... Later, as time passed, we could see each other several times a month, she would come to the temple, and I would go back to the capital by chance..."

"Ah, this..." Bai Taki really didn't expect that what he wanted to hear was actually a love story, a monk's love story? ? ?

The gray-robed old monk said: "I devoted myself to the Buddha back then. I never thought too much about her. I only regarded her as a friend. She also introduced her friend to me. For a while, we even went on a trip together and walked around the rivers and lakes of the Southern Tang Dynasty. , a monk, a woman, an alchemist, and a group of three people have made some famous things... I can also more and more perceive her thoughts... After returning to the temple, I chose to retreat for three years .”

"What a monk." Shirataki muttered.

"I thought she would forget me in three years, but she didn't. She came once a month and left me a lot of letters, one of which was quite a few, but I didn't have the guts to open them... Before I left the customs On the third day after that, she found her, and she only said a word to me, she said that she hoped that I could take her away, or leave with her... She has made all the preparations for three years , as long as I nod, I can escape."

The Buddha carver looked up to the sky, and gave the expected answer: "I ran away, I ran away from her, I did not disappoint Buddhism and Master, but I failed her... I always thought that what I did was right, But I have already left obsessions in my heart, even if I can prove the Arhat status, I will not feel at ease... Finally, I cut myself out in the small Sumeru Mountain, and the first class lasted for 500 years."

Listening to what he said, Shirataki was touched, but not too much. This is the story of the wrong payment of love, a kind of regret for missing it when he was young. Maybe everyone has had this kind of regret, just like when he was a child. The girl stood downstairs and turned her head to you, asking you to come down to play together, but you didn't go because you thought about watching TV, but she never came again the next day, and the two of you became strangers, which is what you missed.

"Master, what you said... I understand, but..." Bai Taki's eyes twitched: "Is this something that happened 500 years ago?"

The old monk in gray robe nodded.

"Then what can I do?" Shirataki stared, "I don't have the ability to send you back to 500 years ago and let you say 'I do'."

The Buddha carver shook his head: "There is no need to do this... What I want to ask the benefactor to do is to help me find her whereabouts and whereabouts..."

The old monk smiled wryly: "After I chose to escape, she disappeared that day. Many people looked for her, but they never found her again... The poor monk also regretted trying to find her again, but in the end there was nothing."

"It's been 500 years, even if there are any clues, it should have disappeared long ago." Bai Taki shook his head: "Holmes will say no, you are embarrassing me, Fat Tiger."

"I won't embarrass Master Bai. I know the difficulty of this matter, but I have nothing to entrust. It's better than suffering here for hundreds of years."

"..." Shirataki is still hesitating. It is very difficult to find out what happened 50 years ago, let alone what happened 500 years ago?

"I hope the benefactor can agree." The Buddha carver took out a golden ball the size of a thumb: "This is a golden body relic, you can freely enter and leave Mount Sumeru with this object, and you can release Vajra Invincible once every three days... ..."

Bai Taki immediately took hold of the Buddha carver's hand holding the golden body relic, and said seriously, "I'll help you out! The Buddha doesn't care about me! I said it!"

The Buddha carver was very moved: "Thank you, benefactor!"

"Hey, you're welcome, thank you for your relic." Bai Taki didn't feel that his part-time job was for nothing, and his mood improved a lot: "But you have to tell me the basic clues. Just talking about these love stories is tantamount to Looking for a needle in a haystack, what's the name of that woman?"

The Buddha carver said slowly: "Her name is Ning Xue'e, and the last time she appeared was in Dugu City... I have almost forgotten about other things..."

Chapter 780: I Use Heavenly Thunder to Make King Kong

"Are sister Qin and Shenmo Mo Wen very familiar?"

In the pavilion in front of the ancient Buddha, Meng Chuxue had already started talking.

She has a lively personality and chatters like a lark whenever she sees a topic of interest.

Even if she rambled on and on, it was not annoying, because she was good-looking and she spoke nicely.

In the same situation, if it were a brat or a male duck voice, anyone would feel bored listening to it.

Qin Mubai smiled and said, "Very familiar."

Meng Chuxue's eyes lit up, and she was about to ask a question.

"Cough cough..." Mr. Hong coughed and reminded, whether it's good to walk in the rivers and lakes or to behave in the world, don't talk about shallow words, you can't ask too much.

Meng Chuxue rolled her eyes and asked, "I just want to ask, what kind of person is he, so he won't embarrass sister Qin, right?"

Qin Mubai shook his head with a smile: "I have nothing to worry about. From the perspective of Jianghu, he may be mysterious, but from the perspective of familiar people..."

"Isn't it mysterious?"

"It's even more mysterious." Qin Mubai said: "From a distance, he looks very mysterious, but from a closer look, he is very ordinary, but if you get closer, you will find that he is even more mysterious than you guessed. It's like a deep pond, you can't see the bottom... So if you ask me, what kind of person is he, it's hard for me to answer you, everyone's feeling is different."

Meng Chuxue nodded half-understood, then she thought for a while: "Isn't that the same as not saying anything?"

Miss Qin smiled: "If you don't go to see him with your own eyes, how I describe it will be one-sided."

Meng Chuxue said: "Forget it, it's better not to see her."

Qin mubai asked, "why?"

"If he's not what I think, I'll be disappointed."

"And what if he's what you think, or even better?"

"I don't want to see you either." Meng Chuxue's cheeks flushed slightly, "I'm going to get married in the future."

Miss Qin smiled: "You can say that, you are much smarter than those women who came here after hearing the news. They can't figure out the simple truth."

Meng Chuxue looked at Qin Mubai quietly, and said in her heart that with a good-looking person like you in front of her, who would think of competing?I don't want to make fun of myself.

Miss Meng suddenly thought of it and asked: "Speaking of... Sister Qin, are you not afraid of being implicated if you stay here? This offends the Buddhist sect."

Qin Mubai smiled: "No, how can Buddhism be so stingy, who would care about a woman like me, even if it's looking for trouble, it's going to go to him."

Meng Chuxue was a little strange.

Miss Qin didn't say a word, she suddenly looked to the other side, her eyebrows stretched: "It's the third sound."

……

when--!

The bells in Tianlong ancient temple echoed.

Monk Xuankong, who closed his eyes and stood in front of the Sutra Library, opened his eyes.

"It's come out." Monk Xuankong said, "It's been less than half an hour?"

Buddha treasure Purdue, the Zen stick stopped turning, and fell into the old monk's hand again, the golden light dissipated, and it looked no different from an ordinary broom.

Holding a golden relic in his palm, Shirataki left from Mount Sumeru, and when he saw Monk Xuankong when he looked up, he kicked in the air without saying a word.

"Twenty-five boys will die and kick!"

With a bang, Monk Xuankong clasped his palms together and stood still to withstand the blow. The golden light shone brightly, and King Kong's invincible defensive barrier was dented by half a foot, and then the golden light cover seemed to be elastic, shaking like jelly. After a while, the accumulated elastic potential energy formed a diffuse depression and collapse under Shirataki's right leg, and the other half of the force directly pushed Xuankong monk into the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

The door panels were broken, the bookshelves collapsed, and countless ancient Buddhist scriptures were scattered all over the floor.

Xuankong stood in the center of the Sutra Pavilion, slowly dissipating the golden body: "Just one foot?"

"Why, you still want me to give you another tiger shot?" Bai Taki waved his hands unhappily: "Climb farther away."

"Boss is grand, boss is grand." Monk Xuankong chuckled and patted his bald head.

"This is a warning. There are two differences. I'm not gin, but patience has a limit. You dare to come in and try it later!" Bai Taki walked up the wooden ladder to the attic: "Don't blame me for not talking about past relationships, If King Kong is undefeated, you will be labeled King Kong."

Xuankong looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and the old god was at ease: "Amitabha, the poor monk has not planned to see the Buddha so soon."

Bai Taki shook his head: "You really are a bad learner with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Where did you learn to be so slippery?"

Xuan Kong asked: "What do you think?"

"Suck that milk!" Shirataki said with a blank expression, and said Chuan Baoming's lines: "i don't fxcking care!"

He walked up to the second floor, up the stairs, and went straight to the top floor.

Monk Xuankong came out of the scripture storage pavilion, struggling with his eyes for a long time, but finally he didn't have the courage to follow.

This fight can't be persuaded... Persuading a fight is equivalent to being hit by both sides at the same time. Even if you are confident in defense and have experience in armor stacking, you can't bear the double bread from both sides at the same time.

Xuankong said helplessly: "Sorrowful Vajra did his best."

It doesn't matter what you think below, Shirataki has already waited on the top floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Shirataki glanced at the two lines written before climbing the stairs, two rows left and right.

——The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless.

Bai Yi sneered, and answered Buddhist principles with Buddhist principles.

"Ask the Bodhisattva why he is sitting upside down, and sigh that all living beings dare not turn their heads."

He raised his hand and pushed open the door of the attic on the top floor. The change in air pressure caused by the sudden opening of the door caused the wind to flow into the relatively low-pressure room from behind. Countless papers were scattered in the room, and the air smelled of ink and lamp oil.

Tianmo stepped into the top floor and said calmly: "Shi Yicheng, come out and see me!"

The voice diffused and echoed in the wall. The sound made by the anger of the demon was already very destructive. The wooden floor and window pillars showed dents and twists visible to the naked eye. The closed doors and windows were either shaken open, or Shattered, the sun shone into the room, the wind blew out the oil lamps lit in the room, and scattered the scattered papers.

In front of a golden Buddha statue, a young man with disheveled hair was sitting cross-legged, and a sound almost substantive hit his back. The black monk's robe shook slightly, and then the sound of Honglu's big bell came from inside the body, echoing the sound. Then it was separated by Shirataki's protective qi, like two waves of ocean waves hitting each other.

The Buddha with disheveled hair reacted a little. When the chanting was interrupted, he showed no resentment. He just turned around and stood up from the futon. I should sit, but I dare not sit.

The man under the black monk robe is a bit skinny, not like a Buddhist disciple, but like an ascetic monk who has traveled thousands of miles to find the Buddha. He is not yellow and thin or haggard, but he does not look strong or healthy. His hair has grown to his back. A handsome face can be seen between the loose hair.

Since he is full of talent and talent, it is not unacceptable for him to have a good-looking skin... But it doesn't matter whether a monk looks good or not, a good monk is a monk who can chant sutras.

The long-haired monk stood in front of the Buddha and said in a low voice: "Buddhism, Shiyicheng...here."

Shirataki held his right hand with his left hand and moved his wrist: "Hand over your left eye, and I will go down the mountain immediately."

Shi Yicheng asked, "Why?"

"Because it's not yours." Shirataki spread out his palms: "If you borrow it, you have to pay it back."

Shi Yicheng silently raised his palm with one hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't give it, I'll take it myself." Bai Taki took a step forward.

Shi Yicheng was about to speak when he saw a black light for a moment.

In front of the Buddha statue, Shi Yicheng couldn't support it with one hand, so he clasped his hands together to catch the black lightning flash that popped out from the opponent's fingertips.

But there are more than one thunderbolt, Shirataki opened the thunder pool, and played with his fingers, like playing music on the thunderbolt, countless thunderbolts flew and intertwined into a net.

Lei Guang can't break through the indestructible field of King Kong, but every time it falls, it can reduce a part of its strength.

King Kong is not bad is a physical defense, not absolute for energy defense.

There are definitely a lot of thunder attribute fighters in the world, but they still lose to the Buddhist King Kong. The fundamental reason is that the purity is too low, and they cannot borrow the nine-day thunder, and the true energy is only true energy. More than once, his purity is unprecedentedly high, holding the three-style thunderbolt, flicking it with his fingers, it is a thunderbolt.