In the corridor, he was still leaning on the railing with a sad face, and his mouth let out bursts of moans from time to time.

An Xuan and Ling'er ran quickly, and seeing the expression of still crying bitterly, An Xuan understood why she was still so uncomfortable.

"Ling'er, go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of brown sugar water for my sister," An Xuan instructed Ling'er beside her.

"Hmm, brown sugar water?" Ling'er was a little puzzled, can this brown sugar water also cure diseases, Ling'er couldn't be allowed to think about it, and her still painful expression really moved Ling'er.

"Sister, do you have a tampon?" asked still weakly.

"What is a napkin?" An Xuan didn't understand what she was still saying.

"How did you solve the menstrual problem?" was still helpless.

"With strips of cloth," An Xuan replied.

"Strip of cloth, forget it, you can help me back to the house. "It's still uncomfortable, it's a bit terrible.

An Xuan helped her back to the house, and Ling'er was boiling water in the kitchen at this moment.

On the street, the little monk accompanied the old monk to walk slowly in the street.

"Boom, boom, boom......" A thunderclap sounded in the sky, resounding through the sky.

"Little bit, it's time, let's hurry up," the old monk looked up at the sky, the sky was already dark, except for a little starry, nothing could be seen, a biting autumn wind kept blowing, accompanied by the thunder in the sky, it seemed that it was about to rain.

The master and apprentice quickened their pace and walked towards Anfu. The old monk's face was filled with a heavy reluctance. Inexplicably hanging on his face.

Master An's study is still quiet, and the figure in the mirror is still the same, standing in place, never changing.

In the study, Master An's sleeping voice has disappeared, and the study has become very quiet, but the thick weird atmosphere still stays in the study and has not dissipated.

Ling'er came in with a bowl of hot brown sugar water, and An Xuan leaned on the bed, feeding the weak one bite at a time.

"How's it going, sister, are you better?" An Xuan asked.

"It's better, but it's a little boring, thanks to you An Xuan. "I'm still grateful to this sister who has known each other for less than a day.

"Knock Knock"

Outside Anfu, there was a knock on the door.

The gatekeeper opened the door and saw a large and a small outside. Said a little helplessly.

"Two masters, go back quickly, our lord is most disgusted by you monks. ”

"Donor, I have come here for a good purpose," replied the old monk.

"This little monk, it's been a day of trouble today, and some people in the house are worried about him. The janitor told about the impact that the little monk had brought to Anfu on this day. Sighing helplessly.

"Donor, what happened today. I've heard everything my apprentice say, I'm not here for this. I'm here to save people. The old monk responded. There seemed to be some seriousness on his face.

"Help?" asked the janitor, surprised.

That person is in your house, and if you don't let me in, there's really no way to do it. The old monk Tairuo said peacefully, not as if he was in a hurry.

Although the janitor was a little puzzled, looking at the old monk's seriousness, he also muttered in his heart, and hesitated after thinking about it.

"Hurry up! The old monk suddenly urged.

"Master?" the gatekeeper turned pale with fright at the old monk's words.

The door of Anfu finally opened, and the old monk took the Zen staff on the little monk's shoulder, and his toes lightly touched the ground, and the whole person was instantly vacated.

"Good skills, this master is good at kung fu. When the gatekeeper saw that the old monk was so good, he clapped his hands stupidly and shouted as if he was watching the excitement.

The old monk jumped onto the roof, and went to Master An's study not so closely.

The old monk on the roof looked around the whole Anfu, the sky was too dark, and the old monk was really a little old, and it was already very powerful to be able to easily jump to the four-meter-high room.

The little monk stood in the courtyard, looked at the old monk and shouted, "Master, be careful of falling," and the little monk's words still had a residual voice.

The old monk's feet slipped and he slipped down the eaves, "Oops, I fell to death." The old monk climbed up with difficulty, his hands supporting his waist.

"Hahaha......" The little monk laughed a little too much. The old monk raised the Zen staff in his hand and gave it to the little monk. "Hurry up, Xiao Bu go up to the roof and see, what's wrong. ”

"Oh, good master" The little monk was beaten by the old monk, and there was some unhappiness in his words.

"Hey, you," the little monk said, pointing to the janitor beside him.

"Me?" The gatekeeper also pointed his finger at himself with a surprised face when he saw the little monk calling himself.

"Go, get the ladder and ......," the little monk said angrily.

"Ladder, shouldn't you be like your master, whoosh and ......" The janitor seemed to be a little puzzled by the little monk's request.

The old monk sitting on the ground frowned, "It's not good, it's too late." As he spoke, he grabbed the little monk's clothes with one hand and threw the little monk with his hand......

"Oops...... Master, you want to fall to my death......" The little monk was thrown directly onto the roof by the old monk.

"Look, don't talk nonsense. The old monk was a little anxious, and the little monk once again crossed his fingers across his eyebrows, and a pair of white eyes revealed an eerie white light.

There was a lot of thunder in the sky, but strangely there was only thunder, and the strong wind that blew at the beginning had long since disappeared. Not a drop of rain fell, and there was just a constant drought and thunder, like a cough, and the sky above my head was coughing.

"Over there," the little monk said, standing on the roof, pointing to the northwest.

The old monk got up from the ground and ran down the corridor to the northwest corner.

In the study, it was as quiet as ever, and the figure in the mirror was gone. There was no sound in the room, and Mr. An was still lying on the bed.

Lying flat, motionless.

The old monk broke through the door and rushed into the study, holding a Zen staff in his hand, looking at everything in the room in horror.

"It's late, it's still late. The old monk said to himself, "Master, master, I'm still on the roof." The little monk stood on the roof and wanted to go down, shouting anxiously.

Still in the room, An Xuan heard the little monk's shout, and still fell asleep, physically uncomfortable, so still tired.

Ling'er, who walked out of the room, saw the little monk on the roof, who was standing on the roof and shouting loudly, Ling'er turned around and ran to the firewood room, and walked over with a ladder.

"Come down, what are you doing up there?" asked Ling'er suspiciously.

The little monk climbed down the ladder slowly, did not answer, slowly raised his hand, and pointed to Master An's study......