Eh? Has the monitor found his long-lost mother?

In the garden of the small courtyard, Yue Wushuang, who was trying to prepare a sumptuous dinner, was looking not far away with some confusion.

There, the squad leader held the arm of a kind-hearted old man with both hands, held his breath, and walked sideways, with seriousness and seriousness written on his face.

He didn't dare to support him with his hands anymore, he just did it symbolically.

"Squad leader," Yue Wushuang called, "Do you need help?"

Zhou Zheng shook his head with a smile and blinked four times at Yue Wushuang.

She didn't dare to spread her voice, and Zhou Zheng didn't dare to act too deliberately. Whether Xiaoyue could get some opportunities all depended on her understanding at the moment.

Who could make him so respectful?

Think about the three big guys living in our team villa now!

Think about it quickly, Wushuang girl, just kowtow at this time, maybe it can also bless you to have more children when you get married and want to have children!

Unfortunately, Yue Wushuang just tilted her head slightly, her ponytail swaying again and again, and she raised her hand to scratch her temples. Not only could she not understand the monitor's eyes, she was even more confused.

'Auntie' didn't pay too much attention, she just led Zhou Zheng forward, and even helped her knees when going up the steps.

The strong man sitting quietly in front of the door seemed to feel something. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and his expression changed. However, he ignored the calmness he had before and stood up and knelt down on one knee.

The aunt nodded with a smile, passed by the black bear spirit, stepped into the main door of the living room, and glanced at the corner.

Muzha, who was serving tea and watching Red Boy's performance of "Gray Screen", glanced at the strange thing at the door with his peripheral vision, and wondered why Zhou Zheng came to the house to perform while helping an old lady cross the road.

But when Mu Zha saw the face of the person being helped clearly, he stood up with a swish and quickly pushed Hong Boy's shoulder.

"You can't win this round! Hahaha! Help me, Brother Xiao, to get three kills! Senior brother, see if I can slip away!"

The corner of Muzha's mouth twitched slightly, he moved half a step to the side, pushed his hands forward, bowed and cupped his hands, and said loudly:

"The disciple pays homage to the teacher."

Xiao Sheng, who was looking at the laptop with bright eyes on one side, turned his head. When he saw the aunt next to Zhou Zheng, he was stunned for a moment, then he recognized her carefully, quickly kicked up the chair and knelt down on one knee.

Xiao Sheng did not dare to give his name at all.

The clicking sound of the mouse is still heard.

"Teacher? What teacher?"

Red Boy sneered:

"Senior brother, your strategy of distracting me is too weak. How can a teacher come to such a stupid place?

"Even if Zhou Zheng is weird, he can't attract the teacher here. The teacher doesn't want to care about the nonsense of the Three Realms. Unless the teacher is too busy recently, and we are not at home, she has no one to talk to...

"

Suddenly listen.

"General, please rise, Hui'an will be exempted from the gift."

Red Boy's words and the click of the mouse stopped abruptly.

The child seemed to be petrified, turning his head little by little, his facial muscles twitching wildly, and his somewhat collapsed nose was only venting air.

"Old, teacher?"

The aunt nodded with a smile, milky white light bloomed around her body, and gently pushed Zhou Zheng a few inches away.

Zhou Zheng felt dazzled when a dignified woman wearing a white monk's skirt stood in front of him.

The colorful rays of light bloomed from the monk's skirt around her body. Her long, thick black hair was simply tied up, and a white jade hairpin was inserted flatly. A pair of simple cloth shoes could be vaguely seen under several layers of skirt. At this moment, she was stepping on this land, which was a little stained.

soil.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng seemed to see a patch of green bamboo, a row of distant mountains, and a few white clouds lingering on her shoulders.

Zhou Zheng immediately lowered his head and shouted loudly: "I have seen Master Guanyin!"

Yue Wushuang outside the door and Li Zhiyong who appeared at the stairway were stunned, then rushed behind Zhou Zheng and followed Zhou Zheng's example and bowed with their hands.

Zhou Zheng glanced at Xiao Sheng and found that this guy wanted to laugh but tried his best to hold it back, as if he heard Xiao Sheng's thoughts.

'The Bodhisattva called him a general, hey, who can I ask to explain this?'

"Good fortune," Master Guanyin frowned slightly, "you have been chanting sutras for many years and still have not got rid of your evil nature. When I saw you going out this time, I felt that you were depressed and playful. I never thought that there would be killings here.

!”

"Teacher, this is a game! A video game!"

Master Guanyin shook his head slightly and said slowly: "Thoughts come from the heart, anger, delusion, greed and anger. You have violated many precepts. Just follow me back and be punished."

After speaking, he raised his hand slightly, and the red boy made a bitter face. His body turned into a beam of red light and was put into the sleeves of Guanyin Master.

At this moment, the benefits of Zhou Zheng's many years of involvement in university clubs and fishing in the workplace were finally realized.

First of all, he didn't know why Master Guanyin came here. It might be to take the "Three Heroes of Luojia" home, or it might have other deeper meanings. But letting Master Guanyin stay here for a while would definitely be beneficial to their team.

Great benefit.

It’s impossible for Guanyin Bodhisattva to suppress these little monks, right?

As long as the Bodhisattva can sit here...will their team still lack a lotus platform in the future?

The Feisheng Avenue is simply wide and wide!

Furthermore, what is the identity of Master Guanyin?

The second-in-command of Buddhism, the vice president of Daleiyin Temple, one of the only big bosses in Buddhism today, has a strong appeal in the three realms!

Such a big shot, no matter how aloof, must still care about his own face.

Even if Master Guanyin wanted to sit here and give them some advice, how could Master Guanyin sit down and drink tea by himself if he, a young monk, didn't speak.

The so-called opportunity is actually often between those two sentences.

Zhou Zheng stepped forward and bowed to Buddha, saying respectfully: "Bodhisattva, please take a seat."

Master Guanyin nodded with a smile and walked slowly forward. Li Zhiyong quickly moved a dining chair and placed it in the middle of the living room.

"Thank you."

Master Guanyin said warmly, sitting in a natural and casual posture, and his eyes fell on Li Zhiyong, who was walking back behind Zhou Zheng.

She asked: "How are you doing, Master?"

Li Zhiyong lowered his head to avoid Master Guanyin's gaze and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for caring about me. There is no trace of my master. I don't know how my master is doing."

"Taibai Venus should be unobstructed."

Master Guanyin smiled and said, "You don't have to worry too much. The year before last, your master came to see me. He told me about some dreams he had by chance, and he also mentioned accepting you as a young disciple."

Li Zhiyong's smile was slightly awkward.

But Zhou Zheng knew it. In fact, this guy was a little bit resentful towards the teacher who asked him to accept a disciple in his dream and ran away after accepting him.

Living alone is quite hard in itself.

"Bodhisattva," Zhou Zheng took the initiative to take over the conversation, "disciple..."

"You cannot call yourself a disciple in front of a poor monk."

"Eh?" Zhou Zheng looked confused, "Who was I in my previous life?"

"Can't say."

Master Guanyin smiled and said: "Firstly, the secret of heaven must not be exposed to the public, and secondly, the time has not yet come."

"Bodhisattva, I really have doubts in my heart. Could you please give me some answers?"

"You can."

Zhou Zheng simply asked the questions in his heart one by one:

"What is my weird golden wheel phenomenon?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva's voice rang in Zhou Zheng's ears, but others only vaguely felt that Guanyin Bodhisattva was speaking, but could not hear what was specifically said.

She said: "The ban imposed on you by the Great Heavenly Lord."

"Why did he ban me?"

"You are his pawn and the key to heaven's comeback."

Master Guanyin said slowly:

"The turmoil more than three hundred years ago was just the beginning of this great catastrophe. Yang Jian is now trapped in heaven, and Wukong is now locked in Lingshan. They are two black stones, and you are a white one.

"You were all involuntarily chosen by two chess players respectively."

Zhou Zheng nodded as if understanding, and then asked: "In other words, my memory has also been erased?"

"In three hundred years, you have experienced ten reincarnations, and this life is your last chance.

"However, being a Pure Yang body for nine generations has given you a solid foundation for practice. Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for nine lifetimes has also allowed you to gather great luck."

Guanyin said slowly:
To be continued...