"Little Shami, what about Taichangqing?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and saluted Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun.

"Amitabha, the two donors, Tai Changqing is not here, he went out to travel, and the return date is uncertain, let the little monk inform the two of them, and ask the two to turn back."

When Xin Lin and Huang Zhijun heard this, they were a little disappointed.

This one in Taichang Temple is a well-known haunting, and when he goes out, he is afraid that even the deaf and dumb old monk does not know.

Especially Xin Lin, just for a moment, she thought that the little monk in front of her was Tai Changqing.

Tai Changqing is not there, and Huang Zhijun and others are helpless.

Her face was full of gloom, and she was carried by several nurses out of Wanshi Mountain.

"Little, we'll settle the accounts another day."

Before leaving, Huang Zhijun didn't forget to glare at Xin Lin viciously.

Xin Lin was in a good mood with a thick stack of silver tickets and the bronze ancient sword, and made a face at her.

Monk Jun saw that Xin Lin was still not leaving, and he was also a little strange.

"Little donor, why don't you leave?"

"Monk Jun, don't you recognize me? It's me, it's me, we've met in Ping'an County? ”

Xin Lin had a playful face, leaned in front of Monk Jun, and squeezed his eyebrows.

Monk Jun was stunned.

For the title of Jun Monk, he is obviously a little uncomfortable, since he was a child, no one dares to call him so indecent.

Which of those people saw him, he didn't know what to do, and his face was pious.

Although, he also knows that he looks quite thoughtful.

However, accustomed to seeing those hypocritical and polite faces, and seeing Xin Lin's unserious attitude, Monk Jun didn't hate it, and even felt very relaxed.

"Recognize, the little donor is fine."

Monk Jun saluted again.

Monk Jun is very homely, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know the world, and even he knows a lot more than people outside.

The little girl in front of her, who looked very improper, was the most well-known figure in Zixiao City in the past month.

"We're acquaintances, let me ask you something?"

Xin Lin held the heavy bronze ancient sword, with a tentative expression.

"Little donor, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

Monk Jun thoughtfully glanced at the bronze ancient sword in Xin Lin's arms.

"I'm here to find Tai Changqing, but it's a pity that he's not here. Little monk, why don't you introduce someone to me? ”

Xin Lin looked at Monk Jun.

"Little donor, your sword is unusual, and ordinary people can't surpass it."

Monk Jun shook his head.

If the excess is not appropriate, it will be like the Qingyu monk earlier, but it will be eaten by the sword.

"Monk Jun, you also said that ordinary people can't go beyond it, so you can introduce a very person. Don't worry, as long as you find someone to help me get over, I won't tell anyone about your fight. ”

Xin Lin winked at Monk Jun, and his dark eyes were full of wisdom.

In a place like Taichang Temple, the discipline is strict, and fighting is a big deal.

"The little monk didn't fight, the little monk was beaten."

Monk Jun explained solemnly.

Forehead...... Xin Lin was speechless.

But isn't it, the monk didn't even move a toe when he was standing, was the person from Huangfu stupid and hit him up?

Xin Lin's eyes rolled again, if it is hard, then it will be soft.

"If I don't get past this sword today, my dad and I, and a large group of people who help us will all sleep on the street. You see, even the tiger-backed ants in the courtyard of the middle muntjac have trees to live in, and I am so pitiful that I don't even have tiles to cover my head. ”

After that, Xin Lin sobbed fiercely, and did not forget to pull the sleeves of Monk Jun's clean monk's robe, and wiped the corners of his eyes that had no tears at all.