Chapter 4117

"It's black anyway, and it's almost the same as a nigger ~!"

Wan Qingya doesn't care about racial discrimination or non discrimination. To open her mouth is to say "nigger, black + looks like a ghost, so it's called nigger. It's not about racial discrimination, at most it's about appearance discrimination. After all, black people really don't conform to her aesthetic standards, and her husband is the most handsome.

"Well, it's always bad to speak ill of people behind their backs. No more."

Li Yun smiles and pinches the meat around her waist, which makes Wan Qingya giggle. He also twists and rubs against Li Yun and sticks to him like a tailless cat, making Wan nishang frown.

When they entered the villa, the decoration style was quite different from that of Huang Xuanguo. The most typical one was that there was no sofa, a decorative carpet on the ground, and a table beside the wall with a lot of statues on it.

There are Brahma with three faces and four hands, Shiva, a handsome man sitting cross legged, and Vishnu, one of the three main gods with the same four hands.

Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu are the three main gods of the Three Kingdoms.

"What's the matter?"

Wan Qingfei saw Li Yun staring at those statues for a long time, then asked.

Wan Qingya also curiously looked at him.

As for wannishang, she was not interested in these things. The house was only rented, and she didn't believe in the aboriginal gods here!

"Nothing, just curiosity." Li Yun smiles, sits cross legged in front of the stone table, and makes the same posture as Shiva, that is, sitting cross legged on the ground, with his left hand spread out on his left knee, and his right hand raised parallel to his chest. He puts on a rather mysterious posture and says to the three beauties with a smile: "don't you think that the posture I put on at the moment is a little familiar?"

"What looks familiar?" Wanqing imperial concubine looked at him, and then at the statue of Shiva worshipped on the table: "if you say you have learned these Aboriginal gods, it's really a little familiar!"

"Well." Li Yun couldn't laugh or cry, "this is not a native God, this is..."

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a Buddha's trumpet sounded. From the back door of the villa, an old monk in a big red cassock came in. He was still familiar with Li Yun's image of benevolence. Instead of holding a Buddha's bead in his hand, he was holding a nine ring tin rod with 12 ring scars on his head.

It's true that this kind-hearted old monk is one of the six disciples that Li Yunwen met at Yuwen's house in the capital city, Da RI Zun.

Li Yun has met many liudao disciples, but he doesn't know many of them. This Dali Zun is one of them.

It's amazing that he, as a monk, is associated with those villains.

But when I think about it, it's no surprise that the king of Tibet lives in hell and vows to do everything for those who have resentment and evil thoughts.

"My Lord, we meet again."

As soon as the old monk saw Li Yun, his eyes lit up. When Li Yun saw him, he said hello to him.

Da RI Zun stepped forward quickly and looked at Li Yun's posture carefully. "Benefactor Li, you just said, this posture..."

Wan nishang looks at the development of things strangely.

Although she was weaker than Da RI Zun, she went back to the empty realm for cultivation, but she was quite famous in the six Taoist schools. She belonged to the role that no one wanted to offend, because she could use him occasionally.

The old monk's brain is relatively simple. As long as he can be talked about, he will not worry about being bitten back. The cost is low and he will never lose.