Chapter Ninety-Eighth: The Ultimate Pulling Between the Immortal and Sanskrit
After a breath, Fanyin took the initiative to move her forehead forward, allowing Taoyao to stroke her hair more easily: "Female donor, the Buddha said, the four elements are empty. It doesn't matter if you are a dog or a phoenix."
Tao Yao raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction and nodded happily: "Smart."
Fanyin laughed and replied: "Woof woof."
She had previously thought about why all the great demons died a thousand years ago, but only Fanyin survived. It was probably because of his "happy-go-lucky" character.
However, although being aware of current affairs is a good virtue, being too aware of current affairs can easily cause people to worry. Who knows if the Sanskrit sounds she was allowed to follow casually at the moment would be followed by others again?
Thinking of this, Taoyao's fingertips tightened, and her smoothing movements immediately turned into pulling her hair.
"It hurts, it hurts..." Fanyin screamed, "Female donor, what happened?"
"If I think about it again, it would actually be safer to kill you."
Fanyin screamed and cried for mercy: "Female donor, this poor monk swore to the Buddha that my sincerity towards you, female donor, has never changed for thousands of years."
Bah thousand years!
Taoyao hurriedly backed away and rubbed her hands on her sleeves in disgust.
Co-author: This guy is not secretly in love with Shangxian, but openly in love with Beiming Lord. No wonder he becomes angry when he sees Shangxian. No wonder he knows that the demon pill in her body is his sister, but he still acquiesces to her choice.
What kind of monster is dedicated to Buddha? He is basically a shameless person who values sex over friends.
but--
There's nothing wrong with that either.
"Promise to listen to me in the future?"
Fanyin touched his painful forehead and felt extremely comfortable: "Yeah."
"Absolutely unbiased?"
"Uh-huh."
A quarter of an hour later, Taoyao and Fanyin smiled and returned to the Supreme Immortal: "Master, San Mao'er has deeply reviewed his mistakes and expressed his most sincere apology to the disciple. Therefore, the disciple decided to be magnanimous.
, and San Mao'er turned their hostility into friendship."
Fanyin nodded quickly: "The female donor is right."
In the eastern sky, the sun has jumped above the horizon, and the golden rising sun shines brightly on the three colorful feathers on Fanyin's forehead. Taoyao narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling more confident about the uncertain future in her heart.
Fortunately, this is an old monster.
In a harmonious atmosphere, Fanyin raised his hand, and a razor with a simple blade appeared in his palm: "Female donor, can you still keep the promise you made to the poor monk?"
Tao Yao smiled and stretched out her hand to take the razor, but Fanyin moved her hand and handed the razor to the Supreme Immortal. She looked at the Immortal with burning eyes and said, "Thank you for your hard work, the benefactor."
Huh? What do you mean? Do you think she would shave his scalp if she was the surgeon?
Tao Yao pouted and reached out to grab the razor, but Shangxian moved faster and took the razor.
"..."
When she was dumbfounded by the Master's behavior, she heard the Sanskrit voice asking the Master in a mean voice: "Mr. Taohua, why don't you ask why the female donor called the poor monk San Mao'er?"
The immortal didn't answer, probably out of disdain.
Unexpectedly, Fanyin was completely unaware of it and was trying to show off. How could Taoyao resist when she saw it? She hurriedly said: "Nonsense, you only have three hairs on your head. What else do you call Sanmaoer? Do you want me to give it to you?"
If I add one more, I’ll call you Si Mao’er?”
Fanyin laughed, almost uproariously, and said with a wink, "Peach Blossom Lord, Peach Blossom Lord, although the world has changed, some things remain the same as before. I thought she——"
"Shut up, the great demon Fanyin." The immortal looked solemn and forced Fanyin to take two steps back.
Is the Immortal angry?
Why is this?
Because Fanyin mistakenly identified her as Lord Beiming?
Fanyin smiled and straightened his slightly messy red clothes, not caring about the immortal's anger: "Peach Blossom Lord, I still wonder why a cold-faced immortal like you who is used to rejecting people thousands of miles away suddenly changed his mind.
The temper, he actually accepted a little demon with no cultivation at all as his disciple, it turned out to be——"
"The Great Demon Sanskrit." The Immortal once again cut off the Sanskrit's words, "I have cultivated my moral character for a thousand years, but I am about to kill a few Tao family members. If you continue to make noises, I don't mind breaking your promise and killing one more demon."
Her deity is really angry, otherwise he would not threaten the demon with life and death.
But why?
Is it because Lord Beiming cannot be replaced in his heart, so he cannot be misunderstood by others?
"..." Fanyin smiled coldly and snorted, "No matter how many years have passed, some people just can't change their bad tempers and deserve to be abandoned by God. No, please shave your head, this is what your apprentice has ordered! After you finish shaving,
The poor monk will leave and I will never have anything to do with you from now on."
Taoyao, who was already in a state of confusion, felt extremely tired due to Fanyin's behavior of begging for help but not willing to stab others at the same time.
Regardless of whether Fanyin is dissatisfied with the Immortal because he couldn't get his request from Beiming Lord, or because the Immortal once killed the demon clan, which made him resentful. As a big demon who knows the current affairs, doesn't he know that
Are immortals the only ones he can't mess with?
Aren't you afraid of death?
Well, it’s really impossible for her with a normal brain circuit to fully understand the brain circuit of a big monster with a brain defect.
But the Immortal didn't want to shave Fanyin's hair, and she still understood it clearly. After all, Fanyin voluntarily became her dog at this moment. As the owner, she had to pamper him appropriately. When she lets him bite people in the future,
Only then can you do your best.
Tao Yao raised her head and said coquettishly and thoughtfully: "Master, why don't we let our disciples shave Sanmao?"
The immortal shook his head.
"..." Shangxian himself didn't want to be affected, so he didn't allow her to do anything?
Just as Taoyao was confused about the meaning of shaking his head, Fanyin curled his lips and said, "The poor monk does not dislike the female benefactor, but the three feathers on the poor monk's head are his destiny. Those who are not weaker than the poor monk cannot shave them off."
"
"ha?"
Fanyin raised his eyebrows and asked twitchingly: "Female donor, what is your cultivation level?"
"..." She didn't have much cultivation, but as the old saying goes, if you lose, you won't lose. Tao Yao asked disdainfully, "What kind of cultivation do you have?"
Fanyin raised his chin lightly and said with great satisfaction: "It's just a Mahayana addition."
"What?" What the hell is the Mahayana Plus? Tao Yao flexed her fingers and counted, but she still didn't understand. When did she get a Mahayana Plus at the twelfth level of Immortal Cultivation?
Fanyin bowed his hands to Shangxian and said, "Mr. Peach Blossom, thank you for your help."
The Immortal said nothing, but threw the razor back to Fanyin.
Seeing this, Fanyin said anxiously: "Peach Blossom Lord, although you are indifferent to trouble the monster, you have made a promise. It was your female disciple who promised to shave the head of the poor monk. Do you, a master, want to default on the debt?"
The Immortal shook his head and said calmly: "No."
"..." Fanyin was about to be driven crazy, "Then you should take the knife."
The Immortal lowered his eyes and said with slight disgust: "No need."
Her deity's disdain for the razor was so heavy that even Tao Yao could feel it, let alone the Sanskrit. He was so angry that he stamped his feet: "Peach Blossom Lord, the three hairs of the poor monk... Feathers are the natal creature, so let's forget it."
Your cultivation level is slightly higher than that of the poor monk. Without the poor monk’s dragon bird, you wouldn’t be able to shave off the three feathers of the poor monk. Besides, you are not much better than the poor monk—”
Fanyin's slanderous words were instantly cut off, because the three dazzling colorful feathers standing above his head had been gently brushed down by the immortal before he could finish his words.
Fanyin was horrified, staring at the three stray hairs that had fallen to the ground, and murmured: "How is it possible...how is it possible...how is it possible..."
Tao Yao covered her mouth to hold back her laughter, because the immortal's shave left three colorful dots in front of Fanyin's forehead. Although it made Fanyin look less ugly, it made her look more silly and cute.
The immortals in her family are really not that cool and bright.
What's even more amazing is that the Immortal's shaving routine was as easy as brushing away three fallen leaves stuck to his body. As a result, Fanyin showed an expression of disbelief and suspicion.
She privately thought that this was not much different from killing monsters and killing people's hearts.
The Immortal flicked his sleeves and said to Tao Yao: "Please wait for me for a while. I will go and see Lu Li first."
"good."
As soon as the Immortal left, Taoyao silently bent down, picked up Fanyin's three life feathers, and quietly put them into her sleeves. These were the great demon's life feathers. I thought they were a good thing, but I couldn't ask him to take them back.
However, when she stood up and took a look, Fanyin was still in a trance and didn't care about her three feathers at all.
"Sanmao'er, your hair has fallen off. If you don't laugh, you will die, what does that mean?"
"He didn't use a knife."
"I saw it."
"He didn't use a knife."
Is it possible to pick out a flower with a knife or what? The immortal flicked his sleeves and made three hairs fall to the ground, but this guy is still troubled by the fact that the immortal didn't use a knife?
Tao Yao shook her head and decided to stay away from the idiot.
Before she could leave, she heard Sanskrit murmuring: "A thousand years ago, among the demon clan, only the demon king could shave the head of a poor monk, but even the demon king had to rely on the dragon bird."
"so what?"
Fanyin frowned and said hastily: "Female donor, why don't you understand? The poor monk's cultivation is both a Mahayana plus and a Tribulation minus. He is only one step away from ascension. In other words, your master
Peach Blossom Lord, you should have perfected your merits and ascended to godhood long ago."
"oh."
Before Patriarch Tao's death, the question he wanted to say but never said was probably the question Fanyin was asking at this moment, right?
But what is there to be surprised about? Shangxian is already the number one in the world. In this case, he has perfect merit and virtue, so what is there to be surprised about?
"..." Taoyao's indifference made Fanyin's expression crack. He twisted his face, which had become much clearer, and asked, "Female donor, do you know what the poor monk is talking about?"
Taoyao looked like an idiot and explained to Fanyin very patiently: "San Mao'er, if you don't break the mountains, even those with perfect merits will not be able to ascend to the divine realm."
However, Fanyin shook his head and said extremely seriously: "Others are like this, but Mr. Taohua is not."
"Huh?" What a mess!
Perhaps she put a filter on Fanyin, so much so that she forgot that Huangnu had said that Fanyin was a big monster with a bad mind. It was not appropriate for a smart person like her to talk to someone who was sick.
Tao Yao turned around and planned to jump to the immortal. Behind her, Fanyin said again: "Because a thousand years ago, God has deprived Mr. Taohua of all possibilities to achieve perfect success and virtue. In Qiye Continent, anyone can achieve perfect success and virtue, but only
Peach Blossom-kun, I can’t.”
Taoyao paused and turned around slowly: "What did you say?"
Fanyin smiled, but the smile was like crying: "Yes, female donor, tell me, why is this?"
"..."
The Immortal once said that he would not become a god.
At that time, she thought that maybe the Immortal had made a mistake. Later, she thought that maybe the Immortal could not become a god, so she said something angrily.
But now, she is completely confused.
"Great Demon Sanskrit, my master's merits and virtues are perfect, isn't it good?"
"It's not that it's bad." Fanyin shook his head, thought for a long time, and then added, "It's that it shouldn't be."
If it is God who deprives the Immortal of the possibility of perfecting his merits, and the Immortal has already perfected his merits, there is only one possible explanation, and that is that God's control over the human world and this continent is weakening.
Taoyao rarely showed a serious expression, her eyes directly met Fanyin's eyes, and then she asked word by word: "Fanyin, before the demon king died, he left a thousand-year curse."
Fanyin raised his eyebrows anxiously, and there were faint stars twinkling in his dark eyes. He looked at Taoyao eagerly, as if seeking some kind of affirmation.
Tao Yao nodded as he wished: "Great Demon Sanskrit, a new chapter may have been opened, and the rebirth of the demon clan may be just around the corner."
A line of hot tears instantly burst out of Fanyin's eyes. He did not reach out to wipe the tears, but asked in disbelief: "Is it true, the female donor?"
Tao Yao slowly curved her lips: "It's true, because the demon clan has me."
Fanyin is undoubtedly cowardly, so a thousand years ago, he was the only one who survived and was imprisoned by the Tao family in a bottomless black iron cage.
But Fanyin is strong, so for a thousand years, even the Tao family's hard work has not been able to shake Fanyin, so that he still lives in the world as a great demon, not as a spiritual pet of human cultivation.
He is repenting, and if there is an opportunity for him to make up for his mistakes, he will definitely seize it.
Sure enough, Fanyin bowed to her and said: "Female donor, this poor monk is willing to be a dog beside the female donor, as long as the female donor can give the demon clan a glimmer of light."
"One line?" rather than all?
Fanyin nodded, with a smile in his eyes: "Yes, one line."
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