"Really?"

"It's true, Master. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI hid my breath under the snow all day, and I did hear a woman talking in the abbot's room. ”

"Got it, you go down."

"Yes."

The young monk folded his palms and retreated.

Looking at the snow in the distant mountains outside the window, it was white, and he couldn't help but sigh: "After all, did you still fall in?" ”

Changye didn't know that his unusual behavior had aroused the speculation of others, and he successfully found out through the gap between sending charcoal up the mountain every few days.

At the end of the usual morning class, three generations of disciples invited to talk about Zen for a long night.

The long night thought it was normal, so he went.

On the grass house, the woman who had not yet woken up was taken away by the monks who broke in.

After some explanation, it was noon.

Although the snow had stopped, the sky was still very dark, and the lead-gray clouds were so heavy that they almost fell down on the top of the mountain.

There are also elders who ask for instructions on some things in the temple that are difficult to decide.

Changye answered them one by one, and was about to return to the cottage, but was stumped by a few disciples who came to ask for advice.

No matter how dull people are, they know that there is a problem. What's more, Long Night has always been very smart. As early as when the elder asked him about irrelevant matters, Changye noticed an abnormality. But that was only a conjecture that was not lacking, and Chang Ye had not yet figured out why the elder suddenly asked him about these things, after all, he never interfered in these trivial matters.

When those guilt-ridden disciples stepped forward to ask for advice, the long night finally verified the conjecture, and several things in succession today were all set together.

They wanted to keep him in the temple.

Why?

In addition to being in the temple, he was in the grass house, and now, they desperately wanted to keep him in the temple, which only showed a question, what was happening in the grass house.

Long Night's heart suddenly lifted.

As the temperature dropped, she was sleepy in winter. At this moment, I am afraid that I have not yet risen from the underworld.

Their goal is her!

After clearing the levels, Long Night turned and walked towards the withered dwelling. A few weak-hearted disciples wanted to stop him, but they were swept away by his eyes and were so frightened that they didn't move.

Rush through the snow all the way.

But he saw the withering and the door open, and waited for him in his spare time.

"Abbot."

Withered and calmly saluted.

"What about her?"

Long Night asked directly.

"That monster made the demon magic and left."

Withered Path.

"She's not a monster."

Long Night remembered the negative word on the paper and retorted.

"The old man believes in his eyes."

Withering and not giving in.

"She's really gone?"

Long Night didn't dwell on him over this issue and asked.

"Humph! Monsters have demon laws, and they come and go freely. In this world, who can stop her? ”

Withered snorted.

"Monks don't speak."

The long night stared at the withering, word by word.

Withering raised his eyes, and there was a trace of heartache, a trace of regret, a trace of anger, and a trace of indescribable feelings in his calm eyes.

"The old man has never forgotten the precepts of Buddhism."

The long night was silent, and turned to leave.

But he stopped him: "Abbot, I have sent a letter to my senior brother. If the snow melts in the mountains, it will only be five days, and the senior brother should come back. ”

The footsteps of the long night paused, but he still resolutely turned and left.

Looking at the tall figure that disappeared into the snowy courtyard, he couldn't help but sit down and sighed deeply.

This sigh came out of the pane and fell in the courtyard, becoming a cold wind that was cold to the bone. The cold wind blew slightly, and the snowy branches finally couldn't stand the weight, and bent to the extreme, and with a gentle flick, a large ball of snow fell from the branches and fell to the ground.

Grass House.

The fire is still there.

The woman in the scripture room is scribbling with a pen.

Seeing that Changye pushed the door in, he hurriedly crumpled the messy paper into a ball and hid it behind him.

The long night was a glimpse, and the shape of the scribbled paper was a small squirrel, very playful and lively.

The hidden anger and annoyance that had just been designed, resented, and threatened were all dissipated at this moment, and the eyes of the long night were only left with the woman who looked like she had done something wrong and was caught, pretending to look at herself calmly.

"Do you want to go down the mountain and walk around?"

Long Night asked.

"Hmm...... Well? ”

I looked up in astonishment and looked up at the long snowy night. He was still wearing the black cloak, and the snowflakes on his body slowly began to melt after suddenly entering the warm room, and soon the cloak was stained with many tiny droplets of water.

How could he suddenly make such a suggestion? I'm actually still flustered.

When I woke up, I found myself in a strange place, and not far away sat a monk with a stern and old face. I thought it might be a character like the master of the long night, so I saluted respectfully. Who knows, the old monk opened his mouth and scolded him with a slap on his face: "Where did you get the demon girl, dare to spread wild in my Buddhism?" ”

"I'm not a witch."

I'm serious.

"Dare to quibble. Go, get a bowl of dog blood. The old monk instructed the disciple next to him.

"What are you doing with dog blood, you can't splash me, right?" I asked with some concern.

"Demon girl, now you have a hard mouth, wait for a while to be revealed by the dog's blood, see how you still quibble." The old monk glared at me angrily.

I now understand that it is probably true that he splashed me with dog blood. I like to read books.,Where are all kinds of bloody plots.,I love it more.,But that doesn't mean I like to be drenched in real dog blood.。 I've never experienced it, but it's hard to think about it. Not to mention sticky and greasy, it also smells fishy.

So, I discussed with the old monk: "Can you change to an elegant and clean method, for example, take a picture of the demon mirror." ”

The old monk raised his finger to me angrily, and a pair of hands full of dry skin trembled: "Demon girl, if you talk nonsense again, don't blame the old man for being polite!" ”

"I'm serious. Identifying monsters in the demon mirror is definitely more practical than dog blood. Taking dog blood is a murderous offense, so you can change it. ”

As a result, this sincere suggestion was exchanged for a futon from the old monk's head. I flashed by, and caught a glimpse of the disciple who had just gone out with a bowl of black, black, red, and red things. In order to avoid a close contact with the dog's blood, I flashed invisibly.

As a result, what I didn't expect was that because I disappeared out of thin air, in the eyes of the old monks and disciples, it confirmed the assertion that I was a monster.

I didn't know that there was no such thing as a demon mirror in the mortal world. The words of those demons, foxes and ghosts were originally strange stories that people came up with, but I mistakenly thought it was true. Therefore, the old monk thought that I was playing with him. In fact, before pushing the door open for a long night, I recalled the scene of the meeting, and I didn't think it was very pleasant.

Does this count as offending the elders?

While scribbling with a pen, I wondered if I should bring a gift to my door next time to eliminate the impact and what kind of gift I should prepare to show my sincerity and please Master Long Night. Who knows, Changye made this suggestion abruptly.