You can see the branch at the door of the meditation room, and there is indeed something on the branch, but in the dark, Huineng can't see clearly.

Before the door of the meditation room was closed, Huineng picked up the oilcloth umbrella placed by the door and walked towards the big tree.

Walking closer, Huineng finally saw clearly, where was the head, just a rag.

Huineng breathed a sigh of relief, and he said, it's just his hallucination.

He turned to go back, when suddenly, he stopped.

Rag? How can there be a rag here?

He turned around again and reached out to remove the rag from the branch.

The rag was loose in his hand, it was a monk's robe!

Huineng's hand trembled, the monk's robe fell into the stagnant water on the ground, Huineng closed the umbrella in his hand and shook out a sword flower in the wind, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?" ”

Meow~

Another cat meow.

The rain was pouring down, and this cat meow was mixed with the sound of rain, and if it wasn't for Huineng listening calmly, he wouldn't have heard it at all.

There is something strange about this matter, with such heavy rain, where can cats run out?

Following the sound of the cat's meow, the oilcloth umbrella in Huineng's hand stabbed over. The rain obscured the view and also confused what was in sight, there was no cat there, just a rock.

Huineng wiped the rain from his face with his other hand, and was about to turn around, when suddenly there was a hard object on his back.

He leaned forward and did not move, and asked in a deep voice, "What is the value of my friend?" ”

An immature female voice came from behind: "Kill you." ”

"Kill me?" Huineng asked rhetorically.

"Yes, I killed both of those nuns, and now it's your turn." Even in the lightning and thunder, the girl's voice is still beautiful and beautiful.

"Then why don't you do it yet?"

Although he didn't look closely, Huineng still recognized the monk's robe as an old nun's. Although they are all monks' robes, but the monk's robes of Deyin Temple are ordinary monk's robes, and that one is different, the material is more sophisticated than the ordinary monk's robe, this is the monk's robe of the two nuns, they often have to accompany the official who has status to chant the scriptures, therefore, their monk's robes are exquisite in workmanship and exquisite in materials.

One of the two nuns is tall and the other is short and fat, so just by looking at the size of the monk's robe, Huineng can tell that this monk's robe belongs to the old nun.

The old nun was a strong martial artist, and if she hadn't died, her monk's robe would not have reached this person's hands.

This man said that the old nun was dead, and that could really be dead.

But although she restrained him behind her back, she didn't ask for his life, why?

"Because I know that you are more afraid of death than they are, and I can't ask anything from their mouths, so it is useless to leave them alive, it is better to kill them with a knife. You're different, you don't want to die, you're sure to tell me the news I want, am I right? ”

Listening to the voice, the person behind her must be a little girl, she said very happily and complacently.

But her hand didn't stay, probably because she was afraid that Huineng wouldn't believe that she could kill him, so her hand used some strength.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced into the flesh of Huineng's back, and it was still slowly advancing.

Huineng took a deep breath of air with water droplets, and he slammed his hand, and the oilcloth umbrella in his hand seemed to have eyes, waving it behind him.

The person behind her dodged away, but the dagger in her hand also slashed out, originally just piercing into the flesh, but now it was forced to cut a big hole, deep to the bone!

Huineng almost fainted in pain, and the hand holding the umbrella no longer had any strength, and hung down softly, and the umbrella fell into the stagnant water on the ground.

Suddenly, he saw a little light, and his eyes widened, and it was not a little, but a thread, and it was a thread.

"What is this?" He asked in a trembling voice.

"Fishing line, that's how I cut off the old nun's head." The man said with a smile, as if he was saying something she was proud of.

It turned out to be an old nun who was killed with a fishing line.

"Her martial arts are very high." Huineng was still a little incredulous.

"Yes, her martial arts skills are very high, and I won't be her opponent if I practice for another ten years, so she was fooled by the tricks I made, so she died." That person is very patient, such a good method of killing is worth promoting, but it's a pity that she can promote too few audiences.

"You...... Are you a dead man? Hui Neng's eyes widened in astonishment as if she remembered something.

He knew this method of killing, which was used on knights.

In the camp of the dead, the teacher had been taught, but he just didn't think of it for a while.

There weren't many people who killed people in this way, and he hadn't heard of a dead man killing people in this way, because there was no need, and the dead man was better at slashing and slashing.

"Hey, you guessed it, then I can only kill you too", the man was a little regretful, she sighed faintly, "Actually, I didn't want to kill you, how good-looking you are, good-looking people shouldn't die, they should live to be pleasing to the eye." ”

It turned out that she didn't kill him, not only because she wanted to ask for something out of his mouth, but more importantly, because he was good-looking.

Listening to the voice, this is a little girl, and little girls like good-looking men, and he has known this for a long time.

Not only little girls, but older women are preferred.

He was able to stay in Deyin Temple and worship the master of Deyin Temple as a teacher, because he was good-looking, and most of the pilgrims in Deyin Temple were women.

With a single smile, he can make the rich ladies donate a lot of money. Because of their status, they can't even look at a foreign man, but he is not a foreign man, he is a monk, and the female dependents can look at him unscrupulously, and even laugh with him.

Huineng turned around, there was a smile on his lips, his smile was as soft as a spring flower, as gorgeous as a summer flower, with the grievances of autumn flowers, and the stubbornness of winter flowers, he practiced for a long time, but he didn't expect that one day it would be used to save his life.

A bolt of lightning illuminated his smile and allowed him to see the person behind him.

It was a face that was younger than him, more tender than him, and he guessed right, it was a little girl, a beautiful little girl.

At this moment, the little girl opened her mouth slightly, like all the little girls of this age when they saw his smile, stupid, timid, they were too young, they didn't understand men, but they could already look at men, and they would be like a deer for a man's smile.

"Am I good-looking?" Huineng asked softly, his voice as soft and lingering as his smile, but with a touch of willful confidence.

"Beautiful, really good." The little girl muttered, she was really fascinated by him, such a young girl is easily confused by a man's smile, not to mention a girl who practices martial arts, a woman who practices martial arts is more simple and direct than a woman who reads.

"If I carve a flower on your face, you'll look better." The little girl's eyes were like spring water, and the way she looked at him was like looking at a flower, a blood flower.