Before the sun had set, the little monk returned. The disciple guarding the mountain gate saw him coming back from afar, and he seemed to be carrying something on his back.

"Xiao Zhiwen, why did you come back so early today? What are you carrying? It doesn't look like firewood!

Are you lazy again? Be careful, the host master will punish you again......

Yo! Where did you come back alone? What's going on? "The little master who guards the door, Zhihuai, doesn't see a few people on weekdays, so he likes to pull the monks who come and go to the gate to chat.

As the little monk Zhiwen approached, Zhihuai saw clearly that he was carrying a person on his back.

Zhihuai looked at Zhiwen's sweaty back, hurriedly stepped forward to help, and said to another little monk guarding the door, Zhiyan, "Zhiyan, I'll help him send people to the host's side, you guard the door alone for a while, and I'll come back later." ”

"Hmm." Zhiyan is different from Zhihuai's lively and talkative personality, Zhiyan is a stuffy gourd, and he has few words.

In order to make him and Zhihuai's personalities complementary, the host arranged for the two of them to guard the mountain gate together.

This is bitter Zhihuai, there are not many people who come to Fahua Temple to incense on weekdays, and occasionally a person who passes through this mountain gate is not going out to chop firewood when he goes out to turn his fate.

How can anyone talk to him, the only companion of wisdom, you say ten words, he may not be able to reply to you a word. I just said "um" today, but what about the first sentence in the morning to now!

After explaining Zhiyan, Zhihuai helped Zhiwen and moved to the backyard together.

"Zhiwen, you guard first, I'll call the host." Zhihuai is a warm-hearted person, seeing that Zhiwen is tired like this, it is estimated that this journey has come quite far. I took the initiative to watch the errand work.

Zhiwen and Zhihuai carried a person into the backyard wing, and other little monks had already seen it and reported it to the host.

"It's not good to host, host, host." Zhihuai had not yet arrived at the courtyard where the host lived, and the voice had already arrived first.

The host who heard the voice came out from inside, "I just heard that you and Zhiwen brought someone back." What's going on? ”

"The host misunderstood, that person was brought back by Zhiwen to chop wood, I just met him at the gate of the mountain and sent him in. You have to come with me and go to the wing room to have a look. Zhihuai saw that the host had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained that he was guarding the mountain gate in peace, and he didn't run around.

"Lead the way!"

In the backyard room, Zhiwen drank a full half pot of water, and then looked carefully at this delicate man with gorgeous hair.

Although his eyes were closed, Zhiwen could feel that even with his eyes open, he was a master who did not smile.

"What was I thinking?" Zhiwen shook his head and stepped forward to sniff out in reality.

Well, and gas.

I rolled my eyelids again, and my pupils gradually narrowed, although a little slower than normal, but I still responded.

Well, moderate coma.

What the hell is going on here? I came up from the mountain all the way, and I haven't woken up yet.

Was it bitten by something? Do you want to take off his clothes and check him?

Just as the little monk Zhiwen was struggling with whether to take off his clothes and check the true god of Zhiding, Zhihuai's voice came in from afar.

"Xiao Zhiwen, Xiao Zhiwen, I brought the host. Is the man awake? Zhihuai came in with the host and asked Zhiwen, who was standing by the bed.

"No, I just checked it out, and I'm still breathing, and I'm in a moderate coma. I don't know the specific reason, but please help the host check it out. After Zhiwen made a disciple salute to the host, he moved the position next to the bed for the host to see.

At first glance, Huitong saw the extraordinary temperament of Zhiding Zhenshen, with gorgeous hair all over the bed, with a young and cold face, but it was not disobedient at all.

This person is not small. Master Smartcom can see it at a glance.

Master Huitong was not in a hurry to come forward to check, stood beside the bed, pinched his fingers, this person would be the benefactor of Fahua Temple, and the prosperity of Fahua Temple also came because of him.

And this person seems to be from the heavenly immortal realm, as for why he was brought back by Zhiwen, who was collecting firewood, this can't be calculated.

Zhiwen Zhihuai looked at the host and didn't step forward immediately, but pinched his fingers forward and calculated, is this person a bad person? Doesn't it look like it? The two brothers looked at each other suspiciously, they didn't know the reason, but they didn't bother the host.

The calculated Master Huitong took a step back and folded his hands together to perform a standard disciple salute.

"I am so offended, please forgive me!" After Huitong finished this, he stepped forward to determine the true god vein.

Zhiwen Zhihuai, who was standing next to him, saw the series of actions of the host, and was even more curious about who the person on the bed was. Looking at the host like this, it seems to have a big background.

The disciple ceremony is all done, you know, the only person who can preside over the disciple ceremony in the entire Fahua Temple is the old host.

However, the old abbot, regardless of the size of the temple, has been suitable for a long time, so he rarely appears in front of people.

Although the old host rarely sees people, everyone still remembers the appearance of the old host, and this one is obviously not.

Zhihuai Zhiwen's curiosity became stronger and stronger.

Just when Zhihuai and Zhiwen were curious about the origin of the Zhiding True God, Master Huitong had already finished the pulse of the Zhiding True God.

Sure enough, as Master Huitong thought, this one is from the fairy world. But for some reason, at this time, there was no immortal power in his heart, as if he had been drained all of a sudden.

No wonder this person will be unconscious at this time, the immortal power is excessively consumed, and it is fate to meet Zhiwen, otherwise it would be bad if he met jackals, tigers and leopards on the barren and populated mountains.

Zhihuai Zhiwen saw that Master Huitong had withdrawn his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked:

"How? Why is this person unconscious? ”

"Master, what the hell is this person? From the time I met him, until now, he has not woken up. ”

Zhihuai Zhiwen asked.

"It's not a big deal, the aura is exhausted, and the person goes back in a coma. I'll be back in a while! "Master Huitong, without the consent of this immortal, he does not dare to make his identity as an immortal public.

"Well, it's fine. The master disciple went to the mountain gate to guard the door first. Zhihuai heard Master Huitong say that this person was fine, so he put his mind at ease and went to the mountain gate to guard the mountain gate with Zhiyan.

After Zhihuai left, Huitong instructed Zhiwen, "Zhiwen, before this person wakes up, don't you have to go down the mountain to fetch firewood, just take care of him in the temple." I'll make other arrangements for collecting firewood. ”

"The disciple obeys the instructions."

"You must serve well, and you must not slack off."

"Disciple understands."

"Okay, let's go down and freshen up first, and then come back to serve, I'll watch this side first."

"Master, I'd better stay!" Zhiwen thought that Master Huitong was going to personally serve the true god of Zhiding first, so he hurriedly planned to stay.

"It's okay, you can go." Since Master Huitong determined that the true god was from the immortal realm, he didn't dare to be a little lazy.

"Okay, master, the disciple will come as soon as he goes." Zhiwen knew that the master would not listen to him, so he didn't want to force him to stay, and bowed to Master Huitong and quickly retreated.