White beard??

As the agarwood head was raised, her eyes couldn't help but fall on the shiny chin that was hard to calm.

It is obvious that there is not a single hair, let alone a white beard, but the soft black hair is quite eye-catching.

And... the series of messy names seem to be random, right?

I felt completely like I was being perfunctory and casually perfunctory. I immediately spoke.

"Whitebeard? Where is your beard?"

"Every time I eat, I have to get a lot of it on it, which is easy to breed a lot of bacteria and infection, so I just shave my beard for the sake of my health..."

He paused, couldn't help but smile on his face, saying, "You are a child who is not dry and you will not understand this kind of trouble, and you will understand it in the future."

For some reason, I couldn't calm down and clearly felt that my mentality had changed significantly compared to the journey west five hundred years ago.

The whereabouts of my own body may make me feel sad.

In the past five hundred years, Lingshan has been banned, and the journey to the west has become history. The heavy responsibility of obtaining the scriptures as heavy as Mount Tai is no longer pressed on your shoulders.

Now, walking in the world with a mind that has nothing to do with Lingshan Buddhism, no longer requires observing the precepts that have been kept in mind in the past.

For a moment, my mind was not as calm as the past holy monks, but was closer to my past life in my memory.

‘Sure enough…this person is just perfunctory…’

Although Agarwood doesn’t understand any bacteria or bacteria, how could anyone easily scrape off his beard after being named “white beard”?

This is obviously slapping oneself in the face and destroying his reputation!

Common sense, even if you know that your beard is not good, you have to bite the bullet and persevere.

Besides, Chenxiang doesn't believe that this seems to be just as great as he is, and he will be able to feel uneasy in five, six, and seven years.

Immediately, Chenxiang no longer obsessed with such trivial matters, and asked with a pure and cute look that the child should have.

"Then brother, why...why are you willing to return the magic weapons to me? Those magic weapons are really important to me."

"How important is it?" Yi Nanyang said as if he pretended to be dissatisfied.

I don’t know if it really aroused Chenxiang’s sadness, or if Chenxiang’s acting skills are so good, her big watery eyes and tears are really coming.

"My father was not around as soon as I was born. Only a few objects were entrusted to my uncle's hand and it took several turn to me. It was all based on these objects. I could entrust my father. If you take it away, I would be like a child without a father."

I have to say that these words were spoken from Chenxiang, but they really had inexplicable appeal, and with Chenxiang's innocent and pitiful expression.

Whether it was the passers-by around who accidentally turned their eyes to him or the jade scorpion spirit, they were all touched by Chenxiang's words, and the eyes of looking at Chenxiang were more sympathetic and caring.

The eighth prince who was following Chenxiang was so moved that he burst into tears, and he spoke with tears in his face.

"Chenxiang, I understand your feelings, that kind of person without dad... cough cough..."

Speaking of this, the Eighth Prince suddenly reacted, no, his father, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, usually soaks in the sea every day, with extremely saltiness and no cooling easily.

Moreover, it is basically impossible for the Eighth Prince to expect the East China Sea Dragon King Ao Guang’s fatherly loves like a mountain. As the East China Sea Dragon King, a heavy rain fell and landslides often happen.

Immediately, the Eighth Prince quickly changed his words and corrected his statement.

"It's really hard to bear without the care of my father. As a good brother, I will definitely be with you more in the future."

"Yeah..."

Chenxiang responded casually to the eighth prince's words, and his eyes, which looked like black pearls, continued to stare at the mind, as if he was talking and begging for the mind.

Unfortunately, Chenxiang's set was left over from his father back then. Maybe it's okay to fool a fool like the silly and cute little dragon like the Eighth Prince, but it's still a little tender to fool his father.

At least... the emotions contained in Chenxiang's eyes are far from matching these tears.

"well……"

I couldn't calm down and saw that the atmosphere was right, so I didn't poke it out. I put my palm on Chenxiang's head and stroked it. I stroking it skillfully, and said, "I also heard about Chenxiang's past, my childhood mourning... Cough, it's really uncomfortable without my father around me..."

"I had a friend back then, and he was like this, even worse than you. When I was a child, even my mother was not around. Growing up alone and becoming handsome is really hard."

Of course, this friend is actually not someone else, he happens to be his own deity.

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In the memory of Tang Sanzang's original deity, he had to abandon his mother since childhood. Fortunately, a great abbot discovered it by the river and adopted it in a temple for feeding. For this reason, his original deity's nickname was called "Jiang Liuer", which means that Jiang Liu sent it to him.

Well?

wrong!

Suddenly, I couldn't calm down but found some small details I had overlooked in the past - the temple I adopted as a child was called "Jinshan Temple"!

Jinshan Temple? Could it be the one Fahai?

If I say that, it wouldn’t be a secret arrangement of Buddhism for growing up in a temple when I was a child?

And the days when I lived alone in the temple... were indeed very hard.

When I recalled the memories buried deep in the depths, I couldn't help but sighed, but I didn't want my son to be almost in a similar situation to my own.

After a pause, he simply squatted down, and a bit of pampering in his eyes could not help but reveal his feelings, and said in a sincere tone. "If you don't dislike it, be my son."

!!

Agarwood.

Almost instantly, Chenxiang's original innocent and pitiful expression was a staggering moment.

He never expected that this beardless white-bearded man would dare to say such shameless words.

I admit defeat, take the overall situation into consideration, and call you brother in a good voice, do you actually want to be my father?

Do I dare to call you an adopted father today? You dare to come to my mother to make the name clear one day?

"No...no matter how ungrateful!!!"

Chenxiang's anger soared instantly and he shouted sternly. "My father was the saint monk Tang Sanzang who traveled west to seek scriptures and saved all living beings, and fought against millions of Buddhas by one man. What are you afraid of saying this? Do you dare to compare it with my father? Do you dare to recognize me as a son?"

'really……'

A hint of "funny" expression appeared on his face, and a somewhat apologetic smile appeared, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

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PS: "Born and fate are infringed on the Luojiang Star, and follow the waves. The island is full of fate, and the monk Qian'an raised him." - Excerpted from the original text of "Journey to the West".
Chapter completed!