"Friendship? What a deep friendship, why haven't I seen you before?" Chen Xiang asked in a more serious tone.

This question can be asked to calm down.

How deep is this friendship? How can I describe it?

Of course, I couldn't calm down my mind and my thoughts were complicated, but the smile on my face became more and more kind, like a kind father.

Chen Xiang’s reaction just now was undoubtedly an indirect confirmation of something. His mother was the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan, the gentle goddess who was like water back then.

For a moment, the idea of ​​"loving to be a father" emerged in my heart, but I was extremely happy.

After all, this kid looks so cute, it must be his own.

I just couldn't calm down and recalled the little dragon beside Chenxiang mentioned words such as "Snap Dog" and "Heavenly Court". When I thought about the place where the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan didn't like to stay the most, I spoke up.

"It's a coincidence that when I visited the Three Virgins, I heard the Three Virgins say that you have gone to heaven and don't want to see you here."

As soon as this said, Chen Xiang raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, and he sent a little hint of the person in front of him, and asked, "You said you want to visit my mother, then you can tell me what happened to visit my mother? What did you do?"

I couldn't calm down and heard this, but my pity for agarwood was even more serious.

Cangxiang is obviously still a child's appearance, but her mind is so meticulous and complex. Either like Nezha, she has used her soul to recreate the body and fix the appearance unchanged; or she has experienced too many calculations in childhood, making life look like this.

"I searched for the Three Holy Mothers... to reminisce about the past. As for what I did, I tasted a few cups of fragrant tea and played a few songs in the piano."

According to the habit of the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, who had been maintaining tens of thousands of years in the past, she spoke.

"Oh……"

Chenxiang sneered, pulled the Eighth Prince behind him, and with a trembling wrist, he held the Vajra Carving on the palm of his hand, and said.

"It's really a joke. My mother once said that she would never touch any musical instruments except for my father. She hasn't touched an instrument for more than five hundred years. Even if I have never heard my mother play the piano, let alone play with visitors, who do you really think of yourself?"

As soon as this said, the expression of uneasy was stiff. The vivid past in the Holy Mother Palace in Mount Hua was flowing into my heart, and I felt infinite nostalgia and nostalgia in my heart.

‘How could this be?’

The mind was difficult to calm down and the mind was extremely surprised. "How could I... feel like this? The road to the west has not been completed and the Mahayana Buddhism has not been adopted. How could I have a reckless thought?"

However, the next moment, I couldn't help but sigh and sighed.

"well……"

What happened after the body of the deity stepped on Lingshan?

Could it be that the saint took action as Little Scorpion said? It caused the deity to die or be sealed, so that the true spirit, soul and other sustenance in this body for more than 500 years before it recovered?

"However, since Lingshan is gone and all Buddhas are gone, how can Lingshan get the sutras?"

"What's the point of many self-adhering formal precepts to avoid affecting Mahayana Buddhism?"

"I see……"

"I named this body 'I can't calm down'. The purpose was to adapt to my own heart. I didn't want to be deeply influenced by the situation of my deity after all."

"It's ridiculous...it's really ridiculous..."

"It was really a prophecy on Xiao Leiyin Temple back then. At that time, I had a love disaster for myself and could not escape it."

"But... the Three Holy Mother, how can I see you now?"

As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't calm down my face, which was so handsome that it was not as reasonable, revealed a bit of depression and melancholy that made people feel empathetic.

Chenxiang was unable to calm down and did not respond for a long time, so she took the Eighth Prince back slightly with her vigilantly.

The person in front of him...

Chenxiang was also a little confused. If it were the people in the heavenly court, they should not have come so quickly; if it were a mother and friend, who could have remembered the memories of Chenxiang that they never forget, almost all of them were remembered in their minds, but the person in front of him did not show hostility. What was even more strange was that his appearance was somewhat similar to his own.

“Agarwood…”

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At this moment, the Eighth Prince, who was listening behind Chenxiang, still kept his eyes shut and said in a low voice.

"Do you think there is a possibility that your father is not the holy monk Tang Sanzang, but the person in front of him, so your mother secretly plays the piano with him..."

"The Eighth Prince, don't slander my father, otherwise don't blame me for not thinking about my friend."

As soon as Chenxiang's serious and awe-inspiring words came out, the Eighth Prince almost subconsciously shrank his head and did not dare to speak again.

After all, the Eighth Prince has heard a lot about agarwood from his own sister Ao Tingxin.

Agarwood, who had been in the arms of the Three Holy Mothers for five hundred years, caused a strange phenomenon in the sky as soon as she was born. As for the specific vision, Ao Tingxin kept silent and said that Agarwood was precocious and sensible since childhood, and therefore understood the meaning of her parents better.

The Three Holy Mother rarely mentioned the matter of Chenxiang's father, so Chenxiang had to inquire from others, and for this reason, he abused many powerful mountains of the Ancestral Sect, in order to let the divine beasts and fairies tell him about his father's past.

Of course, how dare those divine beasts and fairies deceive Chenxiang, the second generation of immortals with a background of heaven, had to tell the truth.

In this way, under the care of the Three Holy Mothers, Chenxiang, who thought that she just liked to play with the divine beasts and fairies, grew up listening to the story about her father little by little. When she really noticed it, Chenxiang had already established a firm and glorious father's imagination in her heart, and she could not tolerate others saying that it was wrong.

As the agarwood slowly retreated, it was difficult to calm down, suppressing the thrilling and melancholy that broke out in my heart, and turned to the direction of the agarwood, but for a moment, I didn't know what to do.

Take action? Although a filial son appears under the stick, the problem is so rough as soon as we meet, which is not good after all.

To be reasonable? At present, I feel that I can’t help but feel that I can’t fool the agarwood for a moment.

As for telling the truth...

Yi Nanping listened to Chen Xiang's attitude of protecting the deity in every way, but he didn't know how to speak to avoid hurting the child.

Just as I was worried, I looked at Chenxiang slowly retreating with some embarrassment...

"Bang!"

Chenxiang and the Eighth Prince only felt like they were hitting a wall behind them, and their steps could no longer retreat.

"Hmm?! Xiao Douding from there dares to block my way. Didn't your parents teach you how to respect the strong ones?"

As a voice fell, a black shadow came from the heads of the Eighth Prince and Chenxiang.
Chapter completed!