My Teacher is Sun Wukong

From that day on, in the tulip middle school, there was a student who could play very well and played invincible in middle school. The Hongxing Club, the Chaoshan Gang, and several key members of the Gentlemen’s Party were all beaten. Let his reputation resound through the tulip middle school.

However, after he hit these people, he said that Xiao Fei had let him do it. People only know that he also has a boss, and his boss is Xiao Fei. Xiao Fei? Is that the martial arts strong one high seven class freshmen?

After a few days.

"See it, that is Xiao Fei, the boss of our school!"

"The one around me is the boss, the second best girl in the school."

When Xiao Fei and Oriental Mingyue walked through the gravel path of the flower bed, the students pointed at them. Some students met them and turned around. Now Xiao Fei, who has already won the title in the Tulip Middle School.

Students and teachers, no one does not know his. After the F4's men were scared, F4 miraculously chose to disappear.

Due to the fact that there have been too many recent events, Xiao Fei’s changes have been too great. The girl of the demon girl group has less contact with him. After a few days of playing, Li Wei also left the home of Lin Xiaowu and disappeared.

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India.

Agrabu City.

A huge and magnificent building stands in the suburbs ten kilometers away. The main body of the building is made of white marble, with various colors of gems, crystals and emerald malachites, which are inlaid with various patterns and patterns. The light is shining, the brilliance is dazzling, like the stars in the sky.

This is the Taj Mahal, which is known as the seventh wonder of the world. Under the gloom of the setting sun, it gives people a feeling of wonderland.

One of the rooms is a Buddhist temple at the top of the Taj Mahal. Through the window, you can see the sky above 100 meters. On the wall around the temple, a statue of the statue of the Farohan is sculptured. In the middle, it is the Guanyin Bodhisattva that enshrines the great compassion and compassion.

A girl of about seventeen or eight years old is sitting on a futon in front of her knees. The look is solemn and solemn.

She wore a golden veil with Indian characteristics and a white gauze on her head. The delicate face is glamorous, and the big eyes are closed slightly, and the piety is incomparable. There is a huge gemstone pendant hanging on the forehead, and a crystal gemstone nose ring is nailed to one side of the nose.

The girl is undoubtedly very beautiful, but her beauty gives an exotic flavor. Under the clothes is a delicate body and a devil figure. The height is close to one meter eight, and the beauty is unparalleled. If she goes to the beauty pageant, she will be able to be a Miss World.

This beauty is the reincarnation of Aishwarya and Don Juan. If Xiao Fei knows that the seven or eight-year-old flower in Lingjue Temple grew like this, he will definitely not recognize it. The women’s big eighteen changes, this change is turned upside down.

Aishwarya’s father is a wealthy Chinese businessman who has already joined Indian citizenship. An oil and gas company was opened in New Delhi with two oil fields in northern India. The family has produced trillions, but only Aishwarya is such a daughter.

Ten years ago, her mother had a dream, dreaming that Guanyin Bodhisattva told her to take Aishwarya to the Chinese ancestral home to sweep the grave. Then the mother and daughter returned to China in an unprecedented way. After sweeping the grave, they went to Lingjue Temple.

So, the girl Aishwarya, met Xiao Fei when she was a teenager. There, Aishwarya taught Xiao Fei to eat chicken legs and knew that there were women like animals in this world.

After Aishwarya grew longer and more beautiful, her father wanted to train her into an international star. However, she is not interested in these things, and is bent on the Buddha. The reincarnation of Tang Yin, of course, to the Buddha. The two couples had no choice but to have her.

Aishwarya was also familiar with Buddhist scriptures from a young age. In her teens, she used the melons of the Mahayana Buddhism. And often go to the temple to pay homage, to worship Buddha everywhere.

"Amitabha!"

Sitting on the knees and sitting under the beautiful statue of the Buddha, Aishwarya lowered her head. Put your hands together on your chest and read a Buddha in your mouth. Desperate, the voice is very good.

"Aishwarya, go to China to find the man you hit, and bring him to India. He is the little monk you met when he was a child, called Xiao Fei. Now in Huadu, Tulip Middle School."

At this moment, a **** was silently introduced into her mind.

"I am the man who hits the sky?" Aishwarya looked confused. "I am dedicated to the Buddha. I have dedicated my body and mind to the Buddha. Why are there men in life?"

However, the bodhisattva's decree has clearly and plainly appeared in her mind. Let her think that this seems to be his destiny, irresistible fate.

"I have dedicated everything to my Buddha, and I will never allow men to tarnish my holy body. But the bodhisattva's decree cannot be violated. So, let me be my nominal husband and never let him touch. I."

Aishwarya looked calm and thought firmly in her heart.

Aishwarya is now the body of a mortal, without any Dharma magical powers. She doesn't even know who her past life is. At the beginning, Tang Yan was a mortal, and he still played the sacred sacred **** of the heavens between the applause.

Now, the Buddhist masters of the Buddha world are re-applying. After the reincarnation of Tang Yin, there is no magical cultivation. However, she believes in Buddhism, but she is born with it.

"Miss, you have been worshipping Buddha for seven days and seven nights. If you don't go back, the old man should be worried." At this moment, an Indian local maid said to her in pure English. In India today, English has become a universal language.

"It is time to go back and say to my father, let him allow me to go to Huaxiahua City." Aishwarya muttered to himself. After that, he followed the maid and walked out of the temple. Leaving the Taj Mahal, outside, a long Lincoln was waiting for her there.

Lengthen Lincoln in the sunset, driving on the land of a foreign country. Sitting in the back row of Aishwarya, looking through the window to see the scenery outside. She used to not look at it before, because today there is something in her heart that it is rare to have a leisure time to look outside.

Although she is Chinese, her heart does not have the feeling of thanking others. She only came once in the land of China.

Three hours later, the extended Lincoln entered New Delhi, India. The suburbs are dirty slums and the city centre is a luxurious residential area. The gap between the rich and the poor in India is too big. The two sides are simply a paradise and a hell.

Inside a luxury villa, the beautiful Aishwarya stepped into the gate.

"Father, mother. Tomorrow, I am going to China, please help me book my ticket." After entering the door, I said to a middle-aged couple.

(End of this chapter)