After a cup of tea, the eighteen Arhats fell to the ground one after another, their limbs as soft as noodles, and it was difficult to stand up for a moment while holding on to a stick.

"Enchantress! What have you done to us?"

"It's nothing, I just like to put some colorless, tasteless, and murderous invisible poison on the silver needle on weekdays." Song Huaijin slowly put away the sewing kit and said casually: "I'm afraid you will die soon!" ”

"How dare you kill us!"

"Don't you want to kill me too?"

Song Huaijin unceremoniously apologized and went back: "Could it be that I was born inferior to you, so I deserve to be killed?" However, doesn't Buddhism teach that all beings are equal? Am I not one of the living beings?"

"A demon girl is a demon girl, how can nothing be equal to all beings?"

"Enchantress? Originally, if you were soft, I could have let you go, but if you were obsessed... Then I can't help it. ”

Song Huaijin carefully observed the expressions of each stick monk, trying to find a flaw in these bald heads.

Sure enough, one of the youngest had been shaken, looking at Song Huaijin timidly with a pair of eyes, and wanted to speak, but because of the face of the senior brothers, he didn't know whether to stretch out his hand.

"Tell me, why did you kill me, where is your abbot Minghui? I will give you the antidote in my hand. ”

Song Huaijin said and deliberately paced a few steps to the little stick monk, lowered his body and said:

"Unfortunately, I only brought an antidote today, and I can only save one person."

"You're dreaming!"

"This girl," the little stick monk tried to raise his head and persuad, "My Buddha has the virtue of a good life..."

"I'm not a Buddha, what does the virtue of a good life have to do with me?" Song Huaijin's voice was smart, and he looked at the little stick monk angrily: "Am I not a demon girl?" I should have been heinous and forced you to kill each other, and watched you die in pain. ”

The little stick monk looked at Song Huaijin's smiling expression, and the woman's thin body merged with the towering Buddha statue behind her, and suddenly there was a little more weird atmosphere.

The Buddha's mount seemed to be able to be controlled by her, and the next moment it would gallop down and kill the world.

"I..."

The little stick monk was just about to speak, when a miserable voice suddenly interrupted him: "I know... The abbot is in... In the secret room behind the Buddha statue! ”

"Know, how can you sell the abbot to such a demon girl!" The elder stick monk looked at the man who had just screamed out in pain, and could only beat the ground with his hands helplessly.

"The antidote, the antidote to me!" knew that he didn't realize it, and roared at Song Huaijin like crazy.

After many years of practice, he thought that he had already looked down on life and death, but he still couldn't do it.

Abbot Minghui won't die, but he will, why should he let himself die for a trumped-up loyalty.

Song Huaijin looked at the closed door of the Buddha statue behind him, stretched out his hand and threw the medicine bottle to Zhizhi, "Thank you." ”

Knowing that he couldn't wait to open the pill and swallow it, he fell to the ground contentedly and waited for himself to be the only survivor.

In this way, no one will know that he betrayed the abbot.

Song Huaijin took a few steps forward, and was about to reach out and fumble for the mechanism to open the door, but the small door suddenly opened.

Song Huaijin was startled and retreated, just as he saw an old man with a gray beard and white eyebrows and shoulders slowly walking out in a robe.

The old man had a smile on the corner of his mouth that was the same as that of Maitreya Buddha on the statue, looked Song Huaijin up and down, and said:

"Mr. Huaijin, we finally met."

Looking at the kind old man in front of him, the anger that Song Huaijin had just condensed in his throat dissipated.

Strange, someone wanted to take her own life, she should have been very angry, and she actually felt a little awe of the person in front of her.

Without saluting, he took two steps back and asked tentatively: "Abbot Minghui?"

"Haha, yes, yes, you can see the old man." Abbot Minghui said with a smile: "On weekdays, the old man will also go out, but those who are arguing every day to see the old man can't recognize it, and I think that the old man and the girl really have a Buddha relationship." ”

Song Huaijin ignored his tone, which seemed to be born to calm people, and said rationally: "It turns out that the abbot likes to kill people who have a Buddha relationship with him?"

"Oh, when is the old man going to kill? Isn't Mr. Huai Jin uninjured? ”

Song Huaijin: "......"

She really doesn't understand, this scoundrel can be regarded as a monk admired by thousands of people?

"Does the gentleman believe in my Buddha?" Abbot Minghui was unaware of Song Huaijin's embarrassment, and still spoke to himself.

"Although I couldn't talk about it before, I still maintained a trace of awe for Huguo Temple in my heart, but now, if the abbot refuses to let go, Huai Jin can only continue to be a deviant."

"Eh, when did the old man say that you were deviant?"

"Abbot, didn't you say that this deviant demon girl must be eliminated?" A stick monk didn't know why, and directly said the doubts in his heart.

Abbot Minghui coughed lightly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, maybe you heard it wrong." ”

Can you still be an abbot? Song Huaijin was really eye-opening.

"Lao Wei asked Mr. Huai Jin to come here today to give Mr. a life-saving thing. Abbot Minghui said, took out the purse on his waist and said:

"Mr. Huai Jin is not a person from this world, and if he wants to save his life in the future, he will have to rely on this thing."

Song Huaijin quietly looked at the purse that Abbot Minghui forced into his hand, and for the first time felt that this "immortal" was really learned.

He couldn't tell where he came from, but he could tell that he didn't belong here.

"Mr. Huai Jin needs to put a personal thing of himself in it, and at the critical moment, he can save his life."

Close-fitting things, Song Huaijin looked for the things on his body, and it seemed that only the mechanism ring rewarded by the system had not left his hand, so he wanted to take it off and put it in.

"Eh, this can't be." Abbot Minghui said: "This thing comes from your mysterious world, and it can't be put in your purse." ”

Can you see this?

Song Huaijin touched it again, and none of the things on her body were not from the system, even her person was sent by the Bei system.

What else does she have?

What else is there that doesn't belong in the system?

Song Huaijin touched her hand and touched a jade pendant on her waist - this was given to her by Lu Jinchen when she was in Anling.

"That's fine." Abbot Minghui said and held Song Huaijin's hand and put the jade pendant into the red purse, helping Song Huaijin close the purse.

"It turns out that for so long, there is only this one thing that belongs here by my side."

The only thing she belongs to here is what Lu Jinchen gave her.

Song Huaijin bowed his head and thanked Abbot Minghui, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, if what Abbot Minghui said was true, if one day she disappeared, what would Lu Jinchen do?

"Mr. Huai Jin? Abbot Minghui's words brought back Song Huaijin's thoughts, and he still maintained a Maitreya Buddha-like smile and said:

"Look, you've also taken this thing, can these disciples of the old man give a detoxification?"

Song Huaijin bowed his head and said: "The abbot misunderstood, Huaijin had heard before that the eighteen Arhats of Huguo Temple were dedicated to eliminating traitors, so naturally he didn't make a ruthless move, and what he put into the silver needle was only a little soft tendon, and he could recover after a short rest." ”

Song Huaijin said and turned around and said: "Masters, I have offended, besides, I know that it is better not to stay, such a character, if you encounter a strong enemy in the future, I am afraid that it will be unfavorable to the other master." ”

Song Huaijin said, returned the key to Abbot Minghui, turned around and walked out of the gate.

Outside the door, Song Huaiyan deliberately brought the officials and their relatives to pass by, and said as he walked: "This is the Golden Body Pavilion, right?" You say Song Huaijin is not here?"

"I don't know, I'm so lucky to be called away by Abbot Minghui, I begged for incense to Huguo Temple for twenty years and haven't seen it."

"Sister, don't be sad, being called away by Abbot Minghui won't necessarily be a good thing!" Song Huaiyan said and grabbed the arm of the woman who had just spoken with one hand, and said proudly:

"Have you forgotten that Song Huaijin disappeared for five years? said that he had traveled all over the world, but didn't His Royal Highness the Sixth have been looking for it for so many years and haven't seen it? ”

The woman's eyes widened suddenly, "What do you mean?"

"At that time, everyone knew that she died in Anling, and now she suddenly came back to life, you say, isn't this strange, can it not attract the attention of Abbot Minghui?"

Although Song Huaiyan deliberately lowered his voice, because few people spoke, his words still fell into the ears of every official and family member very clearly.

Song Huaiyu listened even more proudly: "That's right, such a person can't make trouble outside with something unclean, everyone should be careful." ”

"Alas, it's a pity, I'm going to die just after becoming the sixth princess."

"What a pity? With a madman like His Royal Highness the Sixth, he may be strangled to death one day, it's just a matter of dying early and dying late. ”

Song Huaiyu's answer caused everyone to laugh.

Everyone recognized the fact that Song Huaijin was dead, and all the memories about her were just a flash in the pan in their minds.

"Look, the door of the Golden Body Pavilion is open! Song Huaijin... It's Song Huaijin! ”