When the little monk heard that I agreed, he almost screamed with joy, but he knew that if he woke up the master, he would inevitably have a brain breakdown, and he squeezed his eyebrows at me.

The little monk is about the same age as me, but I appreciate his optimism about everything.

After being speechless for a while, I poked the little monk: "How did you become a monk, are your parents still there?" ”。

When the little monk heard this, he suddenly seemed to be stunned, and I looked at him very likely because his parents were not around, and he knew that the question he asked was too boring, maybe it hurt him.

There is a wound in the heart of everyone in this world, a past that he never wants to talk about again.

I saw that the little monk was depressed, so I hurriedly comforted him and said, "I'm sorry, if you don't want to say it, don't say it, anyway, I'm just asking so casually."

I wanted to bring this topic over with a sentence, but it also saved the two of us from embarrassment for a while.

The little monk looked at me and said, "I don't have parents, I haven't had them since I was a child, I was picked up by the master" He sighed and continued: "It was a cold night, the sky was still snowing, the master heard the child's cry after the family last night's ceremony, and came over and met me, it was the master who brought me up with a handful of and urine, if it weren't for the master, I might have frozen to death that night."

When I heard the story of the little monk, I suddenly had mixed feelings in my heart, but I didn't expect that the little monk who has always been hippie and smiling has such a poignant story.

I patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, it's all in the past, and now as long as we get that picture, we should be able to exchange it back for your master and Nini's father."

The little monk nodded at me, and when he saw that the fire was a little small, he got up and went to collect the rotten wood and add it to the fire.

I thought that my own life experience was tragic enough, but I didn't expect that the little monk was more miserable than me, at least I enjoyed glory and wealth when I was a child, although my father was obsessed with Fushou ointment, but he also loved me, at least in my childhood, I enjoyed the care of my parents.

Compared with the little monk, I was lucky, although after the death of my father and mother, I at least had Fu Bo to take care of, and after Fu Bo died, I met my master Zhang Daoyi again.

Although the master sometimes seems to be a strict person, he is very kind to us, and many times when our lives are threatened, the master has stepped forward.

"Ziyang, don't make trouble, you'll scare me with this pitch black."

Just when I was sighing to myself, the little monk suddenly yelled at me, although this sound was not loud, but it also scared me, it is estimated that I just aroused his sadness, so I didn't take it to heart.

I said to the little monk, "Okay, okay, I won't ask."

Seeing that the little monk kept adding firewood to the fire, I lay down with my hands on the back of my head and looked at the top of the cave.

Before I could scream, the little monk angrily said to me, "Ziyang, you will make me turn my face again!" What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

I was puzzled by the little monk's words, and I said to him: "What's wrong with me, I haven't said anything or done anything for a long time!" ”。

When the little monk heard this, he scolded me: "Little bastard, how do you say that you are also the apprentice of Lao Zhangtou, the heir of Maoshan in the future, how dare you do it."

Being scolded by the little monk like this, I was also angry in my heart, and I said to him: Grandma's, little bald, what's wrong with you, master, you are sick! “。

Unexpectedly, as soon as I fought back, the little monk rushed over, holding a stone in his hand and shaking it in front of my eyes and said: "Your uncle, Lao Zhangtou and Nini are sleeping, if you didn't throw this stone, who threw it, and patted me on the shoulder, blew on my ear, and in the blink of an eye, you ran here again, you kid slipped away."

When I saw that there were really one or two bruises on the little monk's shiny head, it was no wonder that he was angry. But what needs to be clarified is that I didn't throw him at all!

"You see, I really didn't throw anything at you, I swear by my personality, if I play tricks on you, I'm not human"

Seeing that I was also serious, the little monk rubbed his smashed head and looked at Nini and Zhang Daoyi, they were sleeping very soundly at the moment, and Zhang Daoyi was a little snoring.

Since it's not me, it's not Nini and the master, so who threw the stone? I also looked at the little monk suspiciously.

Suddenly, a piercing cold sweat soaked my back, and my scalp was numb.

The space of the cave is limited, there are stone walls on both sides, although the fire is not big, but it will also illuminate all the surroundings, and the master is afraid that those soul-calming corpses will approach after we fall asleep at night, so he deliberately pasted a charm around it, once a demon approaches, those runes will ignite.

Just as the two of us looked around, it was an instinctive reaction of the human body, and I suddenly felt a numbness in my scalp, and then I felt like someone had tapped me on the shoulder.

This time it was not light or heavy, I glanced at the little monk, he was standing four or five meters away from me, it was impossible to touch me, and then I looked at Zhang Daoyi and Nini, who were still sleeping.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a chill in my back, the four of us are here, since it is not us, then there is only one possibility.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel like my whole body was immersed in the river in the wax moon, and I felt like I walked over and poked the little monk.

After so many things, I didn't need to say more, the little monk understood what I meant, and immediately picked up his demon slaying pestle from the side and looked around vigilantly.

I also pulled out the umbrella sword and slowly approached the wall, logically speaking, there were charms pasted around, and it was impossible for that group of soul suppression corpses to come in, and now such a strange scene, it is very likely that there is a problem with the charm.

On the other hand, I witnessed the master's charm, and it was very powerful, and suddenly I felt my ears cold, as if someone was blowing in my ears, and I immediately pulled out my umbrella sword and turned around and slashed it, but there was nothing.

My heart was getting more and more nervous, I hurriedly walked to the wall and looked at the charm, "Grandma, I don't know when the charm was wrapped in a layer of mist, and the cinnabar that depicted the charm has fallen off."

This stone cave was already damp and abnormal, and water beads seeped out from the rock wall from time to time, and he was chased by the soul suppressor corpse at that time, but now he saw that not only his heart was cold.

"Ziyang, what's going on"

While I was reading the charm, Nini and the master were pounded by the little monk, and the master came over to look at the charm, and his brows were not only furrowed.

"Huh"

A white shadow flashed, and not far from the dark passage, a hideous-looking child smiled at us, and the smile was full of weirdness, as if it came from hell.

The master urged Zhenqi to throw an exorcism charm over casually, and the child seemed to know that it was powerful, and the white shadow disappeared again in a flash.

At this moment, the dense corpse of the soul suppressant behind him had already broken free from the shackles and chased after him, and the master hurriedly shouted when he threw the package to me: "Ziyang, run."