Now the group of monks has not dispersed, but they have stayed here for the last night, and when the goods are scattered tomorrow morning, I will never be able to catch up with them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Back where these monks lived, I opened the door and asked them to assemble urgently. These monks don't know why. But they all gathered together quickly, after all, I was their savior, I asked them to do something, and they wouldn't complain too much.

When the monks were reunited, I looked at each of them, only to find that more than one of them had moles on their faces.

A total of three monks had moles on their faces, one in the left eyebrow, another in the socket of the bridge of the nose, and one on the chin, and the moles on the faces of the three monks, about the same size. Yamu East Blood.

The most obvious one is the one with a mole in the nasal fossa, and the mole is very large. So I have a little impression of him in my heart, but if I want to kill him, then I can't guarantee 100% that it is him, and the other two monks, I also looked at them carefully one by one. On the surface, you really can't tell who's good and who's bad.

This made me anxious, and I quickly took out my phone and sent a message to the master who manipulated the fire crow.

"The three monks have moles on their faces, which one should I kill?" After waiting for more than three minutes, the master who manipulated the fire crow did not reply to me, I was a little anxious, because these monks were also a little impatient, after all, in the middle of the night, everyone also wanted to sleep.

I raised my dagger and said to the three of them: "Tonight, one of the three of you will die, and whoever you kill, don't blame me, you know what you have done."

The master who manipulated the fire ravens asked me to kill them. There must be a reason to kill them, maybe they just mixed in with the crowd and deliberately pretended to be innocent, if they were let go, it would really be a return to the mountain, and there would be endless troubles.

The three of them looked dazed, and at the same time stupid, looking at me at a loss, I was anxiously waiting for the text message to manipulate the fire crow master, but I didn't expect that at this moment, a little monk quietly walked behind me, and whispered to me: There was a monk just now. Quietly ran away from the temple kitchen.

I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked back, it was a young monk, about the same size as me, I leaned over and asked: When did you run?

"Just now." The little monk said softly.

I slapped my thigh. Say: In which direction did he flee exactly? Tell me the route.

The little monk stood at the door of the meditation room, pointed me the route, and then said that there was a secret passage near the kitchen, and he should have escaped from it. I hummed, and then said to everyone: It's okay, everyone rest.

I asked the little monk to lead the way with me, just walked out of the meditation room, I looked up at the moon in the sky, according to the position of the moon to calculate the time, the double knife should catch up with the abbot who ran away at this moment, this time to Yunzhong Temple, what he did was to smash the yellow dragon, and he could not leave any living mouth. Secrets must not be allowed to leak into the ears of the serpent god.

"Poof!" In the darkness of the night, the sound of a knife plunging into my flesh came from my back, and my eyes widened in horror, and I looked down at my abdomen, and a bright tip of the knife stretched out of my abdomen at this moment.

I turned my head with difficulty, looked at the little monk, stared at me with a cruel smile at the moment, and said, "Hmph, I knew you were going to come back, why bother?" If you go the first time and go forever, how safe will you be? This person lives a lifetime, don't you just want to be safe, why do you have so many things? You brought it on yourself, no wonder anyone else!

"Poof!" The little monk pulled out the short knife, and I gritted my teeth in pain and fell directly to the ground.

The little monk was in the dark night, carrying a bright short knife, from my back to the front, squatting down, looking at me at eye level, and said with a smile: Sometimes, you can't be too smart when you do some things, because the ending is not necessarily what you think, remember?

I covered the knife on my abdomen with my left hand, and the muscles on my face were about to twist together, and the little monk saw that my face was full of pain, but he was even more proud, and he was more excited, I don't know how bloodthirsty these people are, but I know that this little monk is by no means a good person.

I didn't find the monk with a mole on his face, but I was unexpectedly stabbed by this seemingly kind-faced little monk, which was absolutely unimaginable to me.

My body is very weak at the moment, and I have no ability to parry, and I can only become meat to be slaughtered on the chopping board. A bright light swept across the ground in front of me, and the little monk had already raised his dagger and seemed to be ready to cut off my head with one sword.

"Poof!" There was another sound of a knife stabbing into the flesh, but it was not the little monk who cut me, but I held a black light dagger and plunged it into the little monk's heart.

The little monk's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked down at my abdomen, although the clothes on my stomach were already stained red with blood, but there was no trace of the wound.

He was still holding the knife in his right hand, and he was about to fall, but he didn't have the strength anymore, and the tip of the knife was inserted into his heart, and he would not survive.

"Sometimes, you can't be too smart when you do something, because the ending doesn't necessarily end up being what you think, remember?" The original words of the little monk, not a word is broken, I returned them all.

With a thud, I pulled out the dagger, and his body fell straight to the ground, blood splashing on my right arm like a gushing spring, maybe this little monk will not understand until he died, why he stabbed me, but I was unharmed.

I took out my phone and thought to myself that the remnants of this temple had not been cleaned up, and that I had to go back and clean it carefully, so when I returned to the meditation room, I sent a message to the master who was manipulating the fire crow.

"Who is the person with the mole on his face, what is his name, how tall is his body, what does he look like, and where is the mole on his face?" After sending this message, I was ready to knock on the door of the meditation room.

Unexpectedly, this time it was only a few seconds before the master who manipulated the fire crow replied to me.

"The man with the mole on his face was killed by you just now." Just such a simple sentence made me directly confused.

I scratched my head, thinking to myself, did that little monk just now have a mole on his face? No, it's white and clean, there are no moles at all, and the little monk's skin is very well maintained at a glance, I will never be mistaken.

Thinking of this, I went back again, went to the body of the little monk, squatted down, and stared at his face carefully. In the moonlight, I only felt that his face was pale and bloodless, a little exaggerated, and a little inhuman.

I stretched out my hand and tentatively pinched the little monk's face, but the feeling of my hand was like smearing on the pigskin, although it was very slippery, but it was still different from the human face.

A flash of lightning flashed in my brain, and I suddenly remembered the scene when Ge Yu helped me change my appearance, and immediately I pinched the face of this little monk with my hand, and in an instant, a layer of white human skin was lifted!

Scold!

I uncovered the human skin, and what caught my eye was a monk with a big mole in the middle of his eyebrows, and the real face of this monk must be about thirty years old.

I said that at first I thought there was something wrong with this little monk, but I never felt it, and I dared to love that this little monk's voice didn't sound so young, but he could imitate it so similarly, and it was really powerful enough, and it was estimated that he never touched cigarettes and alcohol.

sighed, threw away the human skin in his hand, and finally cleared the forces in the Yunzhong Temple, and now the only fish that slipped through the net is the precept Zen master, and the monks in the temple all said that he left a few days ago, so he can't control him for the time being.

When I walked out of Yunzhong Temple and rushed to the high mountain in the northwest corner, I took out my mobile phone and sent a text message to Shuangdao, the content of which was very simple.

"Did you succeed?"

After a minute, the two knives replied to me: "I've succeeded, I'm waiting for you at the intersection of the hill below, where there is a big egg-shaped rock."

I carefully rummaged through my memories and remembered the large oval-shaped stone, which was at the end of the path in front of the gate of Yunzhong Temple, and immediately hurried to it.