A flash of lightning lit up in the night sky, and the girl's face was white and bright.

This is Shen Tong, she used to mix in the crowd and saw it from afar.

The old nun did not hesitate and made a sudden move.

The cold light broke through the air, and Shen Tong's pupils tightened, this is not an ordinary short knife, this is a chain knife.

The other end of the chain knife was in the old nun's hand, and it was easy to retract.

There are very few masters of chain knives on the rivers and lakes, and the reason is that this kung fu is not easy to practice. But this is a sharp weapon for killing, but anyone who uses a chain knife is a killer nine times out of ten.

This old nun is not only a killer, but also a dead man.

The dead fight with their lives, either I die or you die, and the dead man's move is a killing move.

Shen Tong didn't turn around, she stared directly at the chain knife that was coming towards the center of her eyebrows, her steps suddenly retreated, the splash behind her was splashed by her, she took a dozen steps back, the chain knife was retracted and thrown out, pressing step by step!

Suddenly, Shen Tong turned around and ran towards the rain curtain in front of her, the old nun put away the chain knife, and her plump body was like a swordfish, with a flexibility that was completely inconsistent with her figure, and chased straight towards Shen Tong in front.

Shen Tong in front of her ran faster and faster, but the old nun's body was faster than her, and gradually, she and Shen Tong were only one step away.

In front is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, this is the last courtyard of Deyin Temple, except for the monks in the temple on weekdays, few people will come here, and the pilgrims in the temple will not come.

The old nun sneered again and again, Shen Tong didn't know the situation in the temple, and blindly ran away, but she didn't know that she was going to run to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as far as she knew, there was only one old monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he ate and lived here, the old monk was old, and his ears were already deaf, and he had to shout when he spoke.

There are two ancient trees in the courtyard of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, both of which are the thickness of a hug, Shen Tong's petite figure flashed from among the trees, and the old nun took a deep breath, her feet were windy, and she chased after her like a lightning speed.

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and Shen Tong's figure disappeared into the rain curtain in an instant, the old nun was not worried that she would run away, Shen Tong would not be able to run away.

Both of these trees were ancient locust trees, and the rain washed the leaves into crystal clear, shining in the rainy night, and the old nun galloped in, and she did not stop, and passed through the trees quickly.

Suddenly, she felt as if something was wrong, that what was supposed to be a little light on the leaves of the trees had somehow reached her, and she was passing through the trees, perhaps some leaves were falling......

It was all like a flash of lightning in her mind, and then, like those little lights, flew away, and it was her head that flew away......

Of course, if you just walk slowly here, you may be cut by the fishing line, but you will not have to worry about your life, but if you run by like a lightning speed, then you are unlucky.

The old nun was such an unlucky ghost.

Shen Tong came out of the darkness, put away the remaining fishing line, and then called softly: "Orange!" ”

With a meow, a wet body jumped into her arms, screamed twice in dissatisfaction, and then clenched and refused to look up again.

The rain was so heavy that even the cats were afraid.

Shen Tong touched its head and whispered, "Don't worry, there's still one missing." ”

In the dark night, there was another thunderclap, and a little monk was awakened and cried out in fright.

Huineng, who was sleeping next to him, covered his ears and turned over.

Another monk was woken up by the little monk, sat up, and scolded: "I wasn't woken up by thunder, but I was woken up by you, I still have to work tomorrow morning, hurry up and go to sleep." ”

The little monk flattened his mouth aggrievedly, he hugged Huineng from behind, and whispered: "Senior Brother Huineng, I'll sleep with you." ”

Huineng had no choice but to turn around, pat him on the back, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just thunder, let's sleep." ”

The little monk sobbed quietly, but he didn't dare to sleep.

The wind was blowing outside, and a gust of wind blew the closed windows open, and the rain immediately began to splash.

The little monk was so frightened that he shrank into the quilt and covered his head with the quilt.

Huineng sat up, and he walked barefoot to the window, trying to close it.

Suddenly, he saw a man, or rather a face, that of an old nun, and in the heavy rain, that face was on a branch outside the window, with round eyes.

Hui Neng slammed the window shut, his heart pounding, hallucination, it must have been an illusion just now.

"Senior Brother Huineng, what's wrong?" The timid voice of the little monk came from behind.

"Huineng, close the window and go to sleep." Another monk said.

Huineng exhaled deeply, nothing happened, it was just an illusion, it must have been the little monk crying just now, disturbing his dreams and making him dizzy for a moment.

Huineng went to bed again, the sound of raindrops hitting the window outside the window, the window paper has been wet, and it will be replaced with a new one tomorrow, the incense of Deyin Temple is prosperous, there is money, and the monks will not be stingy with the window paper.

Huineng was cranky, tossing and turning, but unable to sleep.

The little monk next to him finally fell asleep after crying, and the snoring in the meditation room came and went, and Huineng couldn't help but think of the days when he was in the camp of the dead.

He was only nine years old when he first entered the camp of the dead, and it was also such a big bunk, more than a dozen children slept on a big bed, in the middle of the night he fell into the river in a dream, and after climbing up, his body was wet, and when he got up in the morning, he found that it was the child sleeping next to him who had wetted the bed.

The familiar face that came to his mind again, the face of an old nun.

The old nun's small eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something terrified.

What was it that scared her so much, did she find something?

Also, he seemed to only see her face, but not her body.

And how could she be on a branch?

It was the human head, it was her human head, and she cut it off and put it on the branch of a tree, and the window of the meditation room was facing the branch.

So it is no coincidence that the window was blown open by the wind just now, it was someone who pushed the window open outside and let him see the human head.

How could this be, the old nun has very high martial arts, how could she be easily killed and cut off her head?

He was wrong, he was wrong, he had seen the old nun during the day, and when he was half asleep, he mistook something on the branch for the old nun's face.

But what would be on the branches?

Huineng couldn't hold back any longer, he quietly sat up and tiptoed out of the meditation room.

"Meow~" A cat meow came, and Hui Neng saw a small shadow running in front of him, it was the wild cats fed in the temple, aren't they afraid of rain?