The moon rises and the fog gradually rises.

In Lanruo Temple, the little monk and Xiao Zhuo sat opposite each other, and they were so lively. When they met for two consecutive days, neither of them could do anything to each other, and their identities were considered equal. Naturally, there were more talks.

However, the little monk was stupid and said a few words, and then Xiao Zhuo took the initiative. She was rushed to resist her questions.

After Xiao Zhuo asked about the situation of the monk, he naturally turned his target to the "Prince Wang" who had a different view of his behavior just now.

The little monk is young and has never drunk alcohol before. At noon today, Wang Zheng was a little interested. When Xiao Zhuo persuaded him, he naturally drank one cup after another.

After putting down the empty wine glass, Xiao Zhuo went up and poured it over for him, and then asked, "Hey, who is your friend, Mr. Wang? Why is it so popular? Look at the one who responded just now, there are at least twenty people. There are maids in it."

The little monk shook his head and said, "Hi! What's the show? He came out to play today and didn't bring a few people at all. When I met him during the day yesterday, you didn't see it. The elders of the team were all wearing silver armor, and the guards were extremely majestic."

Xiao Zhuo asked a few more questions, but when he saw that the little monk couldn't explain clearly, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to the little monk.

Looking at the face of the little monk who appeared in the candlelight, thinking about his several times of rescue last night and his never-before-ever before, like a heart-to-heart talk between friends. Xiao Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little moved. His body slowly leaned forward and pressed against the little monk, his eyes fluttered at him, and asked softly: "Little monk, I ask you, besides you, will you also have feelings for others?"

The little monk looked at Xiao Zhuo's bright eyes and white teeth, his heart pounded wildly, and he turned his head stiffly and said, "I don't know!"

Xiao Zhuo put it closer. He glanced at the little monk's beating chest with a charming look, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his voice softer: "Then, do you think I am beautiful?"

The little monk glanced at her secretly, and felt even more panicked. He turned his head and said repeatedly: "I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"

He performed so well. How could Xiao Zhuo not know what the little monk was thinking. He covered his mouth and smiled softly, happily took out the comb and started to comb his hair bit by bit.

As soon as the young monk calmed down, he heard the sound of copper rings interlocking in the distance.

Others don’t know about this sound, but he is too familiar with it. It is the unique sound of the master’s earrings after the copper rings on his Zen Staff. The little monk was happy at first. However, he remembered that Xiao Zhuo was a female ghost behind him. His face suddenly changed color, and he quickly turned around and shouted: “Oh no! Master is back! Go away!”

Xiao Zhuo also knew the situation was serious and had no time to say anything. He flew up and flew towards the door behind. When he approached the door, Xiao Zhuo suddenly saw the lanterns outside the door shaking, and said in his heart that something was wrong. He turned directly to hide under the stairs.

Shifang ran down from above at this time, looking around at Hope Xiaozhuo had already left.

As soon as the door of the palace opened, the old monk walked in from outside with a lantern. When he came in, he saw the little monk lying on the stairs with his butt sticking out and wondering what he was doing. He frowned slightly and said, "Shifang, what are you doing?"

The little monk quickly turned his head, covered the panic with a fake smile on his face, held a piece of wood that he had found from somewhere, pointed behind him and said, "Master, I'm repairing the stairs. You can rest at the door and you'll be fine soon!"

The old monk glanced at it, ignored it, and walked directly into the hall. When his Dharma Eye looked left and right, he couldn't help but frowned. He said, "How could this demonic energy be heavier than last night?"

Shifang was not careful and suddenly found that the old monk had walked in. He shouted, "Master, don't go in first!"

The old monk said strangely: "Why?"

The little monk was a little stunned. He just wanted to delay time and let Xiao Zhuo run, and he said nonsense that he would know why. Fortunately, he was a little anxious and suddenly remembered that he was shocked by the snake during the day, and opened his mouth and said, "There is a snake inside!"

"Snake?" The old monk looked around and continued to walk: "I am an indestructible body of Vajra, and I will not invade all poisons, and I will kill evil and retreat. The snake will avoid me by itself!"

Shifang could not do anything, so he could only watch the old monk going upstairs. He looked around and saw that there was no noise around him. He thought that Xiao Zhuo had left, so he felt relieved and followed the master upstairs!

As soon as the old monk went upstairs, he saw the banquet at first sight. After turning around the table three times, he looked up at the little monk strangely and said, "Shifang, what's going on?"

"Oh! Today..." He talked to the old monk about Wang Zheng's situation when he came to Lanruo Temple. Although the old monk felt a little suspicious, he didn't care. He just asked, "Shifang, is the Golden Buddha good?"

The little monk was waiting for him to ask this. Today, he finally found the Golden Buddha and fooled his mistakes. He couldn't help but feel a little furious. He pointed to the table and said, "It's not like that, master!"

The old monk glanced at his eyes, nodded without any details, and looked up at the surroundings and said, "Shifang, close all the doors and windows. The demonic energy tonight was extremely dense, as if it was very inched away from us! We must prevent monsters from coming in!"

The little monk nodded and said, "Well, it makes sense!"

He was about to take a step, but suddenly he found something on the soles of his feet. He picked it up and saw that it was Xiao Zhuo's comb. He thought that Xiao Zhuo must have left in a hurry. He raised his hand and was about to throw it away, but the old monk suddenly turned his head back and saw him pinching a comb in his hand.

The old monk was slightly stunned and said, "Shifang, why are you holding a comb?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment before stammering: "Uh... this is bought by my disciple... for combing my eyebrows. It's very comfortable. Master, do you want to give it a try...?"

The old monk glanced at him for a long time and glared at him, "Just you make a new trick all day long, you don't look like a monk! From my perspective, your eyebrows are shaved, so you don't need to comb it!"

Shifang quickly bowed his head. He did not obey the church, but he really had no words to make up!

The old monk looked at him, walked straight towards his bag, took out a pen, a small inkstone, and a small can of golden paint. He poured a little bit, then walked towards the window at the edge and began to write scriptures on it.

The little monk hurriedly walked to the old monk, stretched his head out of the window, and began to close the window one by one.

I was still muttering in my heart: Anyway, she has left, just close the window!

When he closed the window, he did not see the huge tongue crawling like a giant python outside the window. He was circled around the entire Lanruo Temple and looking for an entrance to enter.

The old monk stared at his eyes, while reciting scriptures and writing scriptures on the window frames fluently. Xiao Zhuo, who was hiding underground in the corridor, was in trouble. His head was as if he was slashed with needles and knifes, and his whole body was covered with blue smoke, his face was pale like paper, and his lips were bloodless. Even his clothes began to fade from brightly colored gauze to light colors. In addition, her whole body was sweating coldly and swaying, and he knew that the situation was not good at first glance.

Shifang didn't know that when he was closing the window and returning to the table to get the golden paint, he suddenly slapped his hand on the upper. He was so scared that he almost didn't do it on the ground. Fortunately, the ostentatious thought suddenly popped out of his mind, and he stuffed his sleeves into his mouth quickly, and then he didn't scream.

He looked down and was startled again. Xiao Zhuo looked no longer like a person at this time. He lay on the ground in a large shape, with his eyes rolling and foaming at his mouth. Although he was still suppressing his voice, he couldn't hold on for long after seeing that she looked like that.

When the little monk was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do to save Xiao Zhuo, he heard someone outside shouting: "Don't run away! I'll pay back my money!"

Then there was a loud "touch" sound, and a figure screamed, smashing the window and flying in from outside, pounced on the other foot of the little monk.
Chapter completed!