The host looked at Qingqing and suddenly grinned: "Sister, how about I mess with you?" Look at you, a girl who is 800 years behind me, mixing better than me here, it shows that you have real talent and learning. ”

Qingqing was thundered by the host's words, "Are you crazy?" You look like you're fifty years old and call me sister? You're the host, remember your identity, so you have to look like a host, right? Qingqing wiped his forehead speechlessly, it was really a big head, it was better to count on this host than on himself.

"By the way, the injured monk won't pick up the dart that was snatched by the boar essence, right?" Qingqing suddenly came to his senses and asked the host.

"How do I know? However, three months ago, I received a letter from Kyoto saying that there was a dart to be delivered to the temple from outside the city. You know, we kids who rely on chips don't know anything about history without chips, where do I know what and what? The host spread his hands, and Qingqing looked at the host who was extremely inconsistent with his mental age and appearance, and sighed.

"When that monk wakes up, you must tell me, so I can ask some useful questions." Qingqing told him.

"Okay, sister, you wait for me to arrange a room for you to live in, I have a lot of things I don't understand to ask you, I will be your little follower in the future, don't dislike me." I don't have to choose this appearance, otherwise I don't want to be a host, being a beggar is better than hosting. Shouzheng pouted and muttered, Qingqing quickly turned his head over, he really couldn't look at the appearance of a fifty-year-old and make a teenager's expression, he would vomit!

Shouzheng presided over and arranged a place for Qingqing, and Qingqing walked around the temple, in case the wild boar spirit dared to attack the temple to find out if there was any secret way to escape.

It's just that Qingqing is such a woman wandering around in the temple, which attracted many young monks in the temple to secretly watch, "Senior brother, my master said that the woman is a tiger, and there are female donors who come to offer incense on weekdays and don't let us see it, how can the host let such a big tiger stay in the temple today?" ”

"Shhh Can those female benefactors be the same as this tigress? ”

"What's different? Aren't they all women? ”

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Qingqing couldn't smile bitterly when he heard the words of the little monk, didn't the woman who was a tiger make it up blindly? Is it really good for the old monk to lie to the little monk like this? She shook her head and went to see how the badly injured monk was doing.

Before entering the meditation room, I saw a swarm of bees buzzing around the door, the door of the meditation room was closed, Qingqing was very strange, how could there be bees in this temple without flowers and plants?

Qingqing used the flames to disperse the bees and then knocked on the door, "Master, I'm Li Qingqing who opened the door, and the bees were driven away by me."

When he opened the door, he saw a swollen little monk with a stinged head and face, "What's wrong?" Qing Qing asked incomprehensibly.

"It's just that the senior brother couldn't find the brown sugar and used honey instead to brew the water, and then slipped on the way here and sprinkled it on the monk's robe, and then those bees chased here, and I was stung like this in order to help him catch the bees." The little monk covered his mouth and explained vaguely, Qingqing listened to it, it's over, honey water regulates intestinal absorption, and this person who has lost too much blood can cause intestinal spasms if he drinks it.

"You didn't give him a drink, did you?" Qingqing rushed in and asked, and saw another monk sitting on the side with his upper body rubbing the potion. The bags on the chest are piled up in bunches like big grapes in Xinjiang.

"Senior brother can't drink it, he can't open his mouth and doesn't give it to him to drink, and the water from the grass and wood ash has already wiped his wound and bandaged it." The little monk followed behind and explained, and Qingqing let out a long breath.

"Do you have dates here? If you don't have it, go to the town and buy it, including brown sugar, hurry up, otherwise your senior brother will die soon." Qingqing deliberately said that the consequences were more serious, and the little monk panicked and walked out of the door of the meditation room.