Under the scorching sun, all the plants were lifeless, and the unusual heat made the otherwise lively street empty, except for a few stray dogs sitting in the shade of the trees, sticking out their tongues and panting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How did the master pick such a good weather for me to go down the mountain to make a fortune?" Looking at this empty street, Miao Jinghuan touched her sweaty bald head and felt that there was little hope, it seems that she will have to be scolded by the senior sisters when she goes back today!

Wearing a navy blue nun dress, carrying a yellow cloth bag on her back, and the incomparably smooth round head on her head, the return rate is extremely high when walking in the metropolis on weekdays, and because of her appearance and her warm smile, she can generally return with a full load.

Miao Xinghuan looked around and saw that there was no one, but she was also very happy to find a shade to sit in, although everyone is equal these years, but because this profession is too special, Miao Jinghuan has also received a lot of white eyes, and the most asked is "Why did you become a nun at a young age?" Often at this time, Miao Jinghuan always didn't lift her eyelids, and spit out faintly, "My mother is a nun." The stunned crowd and the harvest of a lot of so-called sympathy, such a day of fate will always end early.

But she always didn't say the next sentence: "Actually, my mother has changed careers now, from a nun to a noble lady." "Miao Jinghuan has been smart since she was a child, and she knows when to say and when to speak, but her personality is not hot, and she doesn't feel sad about her mother's departure from her. But because of her spiritual strength, the hundred-year-old hostess in the nunnery insisted on accepting her as the last female disciple of the gate. On weekdays, because of this identity, I am bullied by those senior sisters who are quite old but still haven't been recognized by the old host.

Presumably, nine times out of ten, they are making trouble when they come out today, and the master is inevitably confused because of his old age.

Boom inexplicable original scorching weather split a thunder, fiercely scared Miao Xinghuan, followed by dark clouds, thunder, startled Miao Xinghuan hurriedly climbed up from under the tree, huddled at the door of the shopping mall, since she was a child she was afraid of thunder, usually thunder when there is a master to protect her, now single outside, no one to maintain, thinking of the master's kind face can't help but tears like rain. I don't know if it's because of missing or being afraid.

"Silly! Don't be afraid, this heavenly thunder only kills the conscience of the heavens, what is your pure heart afraid of! In the future, when the old body lamp withers and passes away, who can you find to bless this world? That's it," the master had never said anything serious to her, but this time, the master angrily scolded her.

"Silence! Thunder! Those who have lost their conscience! Oops! Miao Jinghuan couldn't think of anything at this time, only remembered the strange expressions of the senior sisters when she was about to go down the mountain, how could she remember that she was afraid of thunder at this time, picked up her robe and rushed into the thunderstorm, stumbling towards the mountain.

In the pouring rain, she only read "Master, when I come back, don't be afraid, don't go." ”

In this short period of mountain road, Miao Xinghuan gave birth to a long-distance chill, and her heart turned from anxious to dazed and deadly silence. How to face the news that the sky is falling.

The rumbling thunder hit her like a drumbeat hammer after hammer, stabbing her to run forward, and the ethereal temple on the top of the mountain made her feel that it was a heavenly fairyland, which could be seen but not approached.

Bang! The sturdy vermilion door was slammed open by Miao Xinghuan, and the vermilion door slowly opened along the force, but Miao Jinghuan, who was standing outside the door, did not dare to take a step closer, because she had already opened the crack of the door and looked at the master who was sitting peacefully in front of meditation at this time by the slight candlelight.

Miao Jinghuan shook her hand and touched into the meditation room, "Master, you scared me!" "I'm afraid of disturbing the master's zazen, but I only dare to whisper and be coquettish.

The voice fell for a long time but did not see the master sitting in front of Zen have a trace of response, Miao Xinghuan forced down the panic in her heart, stepped forward and gently hugged the master, but then there were majestic tears, how could she not hurt this cold embrace, how could there be a little residual warmth, that always looked at her smiling and kind face was stiff and cold at this time. In the medicine bowl leaning aside, there is still half a bowl of thick medicine, which is faintly emanating from the fragrance in the main hall.

Miao Jinghuan fell on the side of the back of the hand green tendons, this fragrance is so charming, charming and life-threatening.

"Master, how can you drink! How can you drink it! Know their evil intentions, why do you do what they want! You said you want to protect me, protect me!! Under this empty hall, this heavy questioning seemed mottled and weak.

From far to near, there was a sound of footsteps, and the sound of down-to-earth feet was deafening. The one who took the lead was the senior sisters who made things difficult for her and were dissatisfied with the master in every way on weekdays, all with happiness and pride on their faces, and there was fear hidden in the depths of their eyes, "Senior sister, you are so bold, you dare to break into the main hall in front of this temple!" When the old master was about to pass away, you couldn't rush to serve, but the master was disappointed in you? This smug expression, and the flirtatious tone are things that the master is very tired of on weekdays, but I didn't expect it to be said now at all!

The wonderful woman with her cloak glared fiercely at these fake compassionate women! "When the master passed away, he entrusted me with the position of presiding officer, hoping that I could carry it forward, as for you?" The woman in the lead smiled, her eyes closed slightly, and she spit out lightly, "Expelled from the division, you will never be able to get close to Lingyuan Mountain for half a step!" ”

Looking at the many senior sisters, how did she not understand the conspiracy and trickery. Although she is indisputable, she is helpless, and now how she explains, she has been slandered by them as a plaything and forgotten teacher. But, but. Miao Jing straightened up happily, but the master was not a perfect death, but was killed by them with bewildered herbs, which made her feel broken. How will her master allow her to be defiled!!

"Whether the master is dead or not, you know better than me in your hearts, if I can't avenge the master today, then I am really unfilial!" Miao Jinghuan turned around and took down the master's favorite Biyun sword, if this sword is used to kill revenge, then presumably the master will have no regrets!

"Master Sheng, Jing Huansheng. The master died, and the nettle died. Miao Jinghuan picked up the Biyun Sword and stabbed it fiercely at the woman in the lead. With the obsession of dying together.

"Hurry up, Miao Jinghuan is already crazy, hurry up and take her down and press her into the back mountain meditation room!" The woman in charge gave an order, and everyone started one after another, after all, they had learned a little kung fu on weekdays, and there were many people, one back and forth, but Miao Jinghuan's Biyun Sword only wiped off a strand of the woman's hair, and it was already suppressed by them and couldn't move, "Press her into the back mountain meditation room and let her enjoy the enthusiasm of the ghosts in the mountains!" Will be the master of the good life [burial]!! The woman looked at the master's body with resentment and ill will, which made Miao Xinghuan want to go to the eighteen layers of hell with her.