The old turtle nodded his head: "Yes, Rao Yaoyao really deserves to be killed."

The eyes of the Lord of the White Stomach Palace were a little brighter, as if his soul had returned. He tightened his legs, covered up his high-cut skirt, sat upright, and said solemnly:

"By the way, let's get down to business. Let's forget about the people of the War Faction for now. Have you investigated who did it about the death of the Yao Yao Yao Sheng?" He suddenly even spoke coherently.

The old turtle breathed a sigh of relief. The real White Stomach Palace Master has fallen asleep, and the hypocritical White Stomach Palace Master is back. This is great.

"I heard it's Xu Xiaoshou."

"The Saint Slave Shouye who is in the limelight recently?" Palace Master Baiwei asked.

"right."

"Huh, I don't know if the eight people I know are rebellious. I'll go and meet him in person when I have time later. Caramel Tang said he could consider it, but it's unclear whether he can recruit him..." Palace Master Baiwei said

Frowning, he waved his hand and said, "Let's put this aside for now. How is Feng Xiaose doing over there?"

"No news."

"He was on the Void Island...Xu Xiaoshou was able to kill Rao Yaoyao, so he must have had a great opportunity! From this look, he must have met Feng Xiaose. There are only a few top ones on the island...

…When Feng Xiaose comes back, let’s ask him how he is.”

"As long as he can come back." The old turtle dared to start teasing.

"Bullshit!" Palace Master Bai Wei's beautiful eyes squinted at the turtle bastard, but he was not angry and instead looked at the person below.

"Wuxia...well, I'm sorry. Anyway, Rao Yaoyao is dead. Although this is very satisfying, you can't take revenge yourself."

"But I promise you!"

The Lord of the Palace of White Stomach patted the chest that was about to come out, without caring about the ripples of the water. His movements were as rough as a burly man, and he said loudly: "If there is any action later, I will definitely take you with me. Red Yi, you can kill as you like, kill him as much as you like."

!”

"Okay." Wu Xia was in a bad mood and was taciturn.

The Lord of the White Stomach Palace stopped talking and looked around at the people below, his eyes flashing with danger:

"This group of people should really be dealt with properly. After all, I am also the Palace Master on the surface..."

"With Feng Xiaose gone, not even a single young person was sent as a representative to attend the meeting, haha!"

Palace Master Baiwei's beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent. Suddenly her chest straightened out and she burped again. Her solemn expression immediately disappeared:

"Hey, old turtle, do you think Xu Xiaoshou is so handsome?"

"By the way, let Ban Yueju pass on my legend again!"

"They are promoting the Eight Masters... Hiccup, they are working so hard to promote me, just like his mother milking a cow, squeezing out a little bit, and then not giving him back if he doesn't, what a son of a bitch!"

"Also, and... come here, why are you moving away?"

"Ah?" The old turtle was very frightened, but he had to go.

As expected, the Lord of the White Stomach Palace pulled him and suddenly raised his chest and raised his head again, as if something was flowing upstream in his abdominal cavity.

"vomit!"

Vomited all over him!

…

Western Region.

Deep mountains, old forests, ancient temples.

The little novice monk, who was no more than eleven or twelve years old, grabbed a long wooden stick and ran into the temple.

After looking around and finding no one there, he bowed to the Buddha statue, twisted his butt and ran out again. With a long stick, he flew up to the top of the temple.

"Abbott! Abbot! They said that the saint Rao Yaoyao died. Who is Rao Yaoyao? Is he a pilgrim?"

The little novice monk looked worriedly at Abbot Youxi on the eaves, who had a belly as big as eating a stone lion in front of the temple. He was always afraid that if he took a few more steps, he would step on the roof tiles and fall down to die.

Abbot Youxi is obviously so fat. Didn't he even notice it?

Why do you always like to stay in such a high and dangerous place?

The young novice did not dare to ask.

He had asked other uncles this question before, but he always got hit on the head and their brains collapsed. It hurt so much!

Abbot Youxi, who has an open belly, a white beard and good eyes, and the flesh on his cheeks that always makes him look cheerful, stroked the little novice's head with his big hand and said kindly:

"I know, Xiaobubei."

"But you can't come up. If the masters from the Discipline Hall see you, they will punish you by carrying water for three days. Do you understand?"

"No injury, no fear, no sorrow, now I can carry heavy water for ten days in a row!" The little novice monk sneered at the small muscles on his forearm.

"Monks don't lie."

"Abbot Youxi! I didn't lie!"

"Oh, are you really that powerful? If the abbot doesn't believe it, why don't you pick one and show it to the abbot?"

"Humph! Just go!" The little novice monk wrinkled his nose and almost jumped down. He quickly realized that the certificate would take up to ten days, and he pursed his lips and said angrily: "Abbot Youxi is not cheating.

, Bubei doesn’t like you anymore!”

"Haha..." The abbot just rubbed his head, watching the sunset and the dusk.

"Abbot, Abbot, what are you standing here looking at every day?" The little novice monk was confused.

"Watch the sunset."

"The sunset is certainly beautiful, but... what's so interesting about the same things?" The young novice monk put his hands on his hips in an old-fashioned manner, as if he were being lectured by an elder.

The abbot smiled and said warmly: "I watch the sunset with my heart, and the sunset looks at him for me. My heart is different every day, and the sunset is different every day, and he changes in thousands of ways. If he chooses to look back, the sunset will take him home for me."

"Abbot Youxi, who is 'him'?" The little novice scratched his head in confusion. This is what an adult would say. He couldn't understand it at all. He only understood that there was a "him".

"You have a grudge against Uncle Master."

"Ah! It's Senior Brother Bule's master! I know him. Isn't he suppressing the big devil outside?"

"Yes, he is suppressing a very, very big demon. He should have gone home long ago."

Abbot Youxi was all flesh, and the smile was gone from his smiling face. Reflecting the sunset, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life showed a bit of sunset sadness, "He should have gone home a long time ago..."

"Do you have any complaints about Uncle Master not being able to go home? He can come back anytime when he is tired!" The little novice monk tilted his head and quickly clenched his fist, "I can suppress the big devil for him. I have become more powerful!"

Abbot Youxi touched his forehead and looked at the sun setting over the western mountains. It was getting dark, and he just smiled and said nothing.

The little novice scratched his head again, but soon thought of the original topic, and asked worriedly:

"Abbott Big Belly, they said that the death of Rao Yao Yao Sheng will have any impact, will it affect us? The book says that we are far away from the outside."

"Will do."

"So what exactly will the impact be?"

Abbot Youxi did not respond, but squatted down.

The little novice was even more worried and looked at the trembling tiles behind him, but they never died.

"Look." The pot-bellied abbot squatted, hugged the little novice monk, pointed to the faded sky in the distance, and said, "What will happen after sunset?"

"What will happen?" The little novice monk was puzzled.

"After sunset, the sky will change."

"Ah? Turning black? It's that simple? Then I know how to ask this question. Abbot Big Belly, please ask it again!"

"Okay, okay, let me ask you, after sunset, when will the sun rise?"

"Uh...that's not what I'm talking about!"

"Then you can answer my more complicated question."

"Well, let me think about it...the answer is, tomorrow?"

"tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, it's a good tomorrow. That's a good answer. Then let me ask you again, how should we spend it from dark to dawn?"

"sleep?"

"That's great. What are you afraid of? Why don't you go to sleep?"

"Oh, sleep...if you sleep, everything will get better? Will Uncle Master come back if you have any complaints?"

"I will..." The evening breeze blew through Abbot Youxi's long white beard, and he suddenly looked much older.

He looked at the black sky in the distance, smiled and stroked his beard and said:
Chapter completed!