The moon rises and the fog gradually rises.

In Lanruo Temple, the little monk and Xiao Zhuo sat opposite each other, pushing the cup and changing the lamp. met for two days in a row, and neither of them could help anyone, and their identities were equal. Naturally, there is more to talk about.

However, the little monk was stupid, and after saying a few words, Xiao Zhuo took the initiative. was asked by her in a hurry.

After Xiao Zhuo finished asking about the situation of the little monk, he naturally turned his target to the "prince of the prince" who had a different behavior and view just now.

The little monk is young and has never drunk alcohol before, so today at noon let Wang Zheng drink some vegetarian wine, but he was a little interested. At this time, he was persuaded by Xiao Zhuo, so he naturally drank one cup after another.

Putting down the empty wine glass, Xiao Zhuo went up to fill it for him, and then asked, "Hey, who is your friend Wang Gongzi, why is it so big!" Look at the people who responded to the call just now, there are at least twenty or so people. There was even a maid with him inside. ”

The little monk shook his head and said, "Hey! What kind of pomp is this? He came out to play today, and he didn't bring a few people with him at all. When I met him during the day yesterday, you didn't see it. The old elders of the team have grown, and the guards are all wearing silver armor, and they are extremely majestic. ”

Xiao Zhuo asked a few more words, and seeing that the little monk couldn't speak clearly, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to the little monk again.

Looking at the little monk's face flickering in the candlelight, thinking about the love he had rescued several times last night and the heart-to-heart conversation between friends that he had never had before. Xiao Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little moved. Leaning forward slowly, sticking to the little monk's body, his eyes rolled to look at him, and asked softly: "Little monk, let me ask you, what are you doing to your master." Do you still develop feelings for others? ”

The little monk looked at Xiao Zhuo's bright eyes and bright teeth, his heart jumped wildly, and he turned his head stiffly and said, "I don't know!" ”

Xiao Zhuo got closer, glanced at the little monk's wildly beating chest with silky eyes, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his voice was softer: "Then, do you think I'm beautiful?" ”

The little monk glanced at her secretly, and his heart was even more panicked, so he turned his head directly and said in a loud voice: "I don't know!" I don't know! I don't know! ”

That's how he behaved. Xiao Zhuo couldn't know what the little monk was thinking, covered his mouth and smiled softly, happily took out a small comb and began to comb his hair little by little.

As soon as the little monk settled down, he heard the sound of interlocking copper rings in the distance.

This voice is unknown to others, but he is too familiar. It is the unique sound of the copper rings on the master's Zen cane. The little monk was happy in his heart at first, but remembered that Xiao Zhuo behind him was a female ghost. His face suddenly changed color. Hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Oops! The master is back! Hurry up! ”

Xiao Zhuo also knew that the situation was serious, and he didn't have time to say anything, so he flew up directly and flew towards the door behind. Approaching the door, Xiao Zhuo suddenly saw the lantern outside the door shaking, and said bad in his heart, and turned directly to hide under the stairs.

Shifang only ran down from it at this time. Looking around, hoping that Xiao Zhuo is gone.

At this time, as soon as the door of the temple opened, the old monk led the lantern and walked in from the outside, and when he came in, he saw the little monk pouting on the stairs and not knowing what he was doing. Wei Yi frowned and said, "Shifang, what are you doing here?" ”

The little monk hurriedly turned his head. With a smirk on his face to hide his panic, he held a piece of wood that he didn't know where he came from, pointed behind him and said, "Master, the disciple is repairing the stairs, you can rest at the door, and it will be fine immediately!" ”

The old monk glanced at it twice, ignored it, and walked directly towards the main hall, looking left and right with his eyes, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "How can this demonic aura be heavier than last night's?" ”

Shifang didn't pay attention, and suddenly found that the old monk had already walked in, and hurriedly shouted: "Master, don't go in yet!" ”

The old monk said, "Why? ”

The little monk was a little dumbfounded, he just wanted to delay the time to let Xiao Zhuo run, and he would know why if he talked nonsense casually. Fortunately, he was also a little anxious, and suddenly remembered that he was startled by a snake during the day, and opened his mouth and said, "There is a snake in it!" ”

"Snakes?" The old monk looked left and right, and continued to walk: "I am the incorruptible body of King Kong, invincible to all poisons, and retreat from evil spirits. The snake will avoid me on its own! ”

Shifang couldn't, so he could only watch the old monk go upstairs. He looked left and right, and saw that there was no sound around, thinking that Xiao Zhuo had already left, so he relieved himself and followed the master upstairs!

As soon as the old monk went upstairs, he saw the table banquet at first sight, and then turned around the edge of the table three times, then looked up at the little monk strangely, and said, "Shifang, what's going on?" ”

"Oh! Today......" He babbled about Wang Zheng's visit to Lanruo Temple and told the old monk again, although the old monk felt a little suspicious, but he didn't care, just asked: "Shifang, the Golden Buddha is good?" ”

The little monk was waiting for him to ask this, today it was easy to find the Golden Buddha, and he fooled his mistakes, and couldn't help but dance a little brows, he pointed to the table and said, "It's not like that, master!" ”

The old monk glanced at it, nodded slightly without subdividing it, looked up and looked around again, and said, "Shifang, close all the doors and windows." Tonight's demonic aura is thick and abnormal, and it seems to be very far away from us! We're going to keep the yokai from coming in! ”

The little monk nodded and said, "Well, that makes sense!" ”

He was just about to take a step, but suddenly found that he seemed to have stepped on something on the soles of his feet, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be Xiao Zhuo's comb, and his heart must have been Xiao Zhuo's haste. He raised his hand and was about to throw it, when the old monk suddenly turned his head back, and saw him holding a comb in his hand.

The old monk was slightly stunned and said, "Shifang, what are you doing with the comb?" ”

The little monk was also stunned for a moment, and then stammered: "Uh...... This is the disciple who bought it back...... Used to comb eyebrows. It's very comfortable, master, do you want to give it a try......? ”

The old monk looked at him for a long time, glared and said, "Just your new tricks all day long, where do you look like a monk!" In my opinion, your eyebrows are also shaved, so you don't need to comb them! ”

Shifang hurriedly bowed his head. Instead of listening to the church, he really didn't have any words to make up!

The old monk looked at him, walked directly to his coat, and took out a pen, a small inkstone, and a small jar of gold paint. After a slight precession, he walked to the window at the far end and began to write scriptures on it.

The little monk hurriedly walked to the old monk's side, stuck his head out of the window to take a look, and began to close the windows one by one.

I still muttered in my heart: Anyway, she is gone, close the window, close the window!

He closed the window, but he didn't see the huge tongue crawling like a giant python outside the window, looking for an entrance that could be entered in circles around the entire Lanruo Temple.

The old monk stared at the scriptures and wrote the scriptures on the window frame fluently while chanting. Xiao Zhuo, who was hiding in the basement of the corridor, could be regarded as having fallen into blood mold. His head was as sharp as a needle and a knife, his whole body was covered with green smoke, his face was as white as paper, his lips were bloodless, and even his clothes began to fade from a light gauze of bright colors to a light color. Coupled with the fact that she was in a cold sweat all over her body, she was swinging at the same time, and she knew that the situation was not good at a glance.

Shifang didn't know that when he was returning to the table to get the gold paint after closing the window, a cold hand suddenly slapped on the upper of his shoe. He was so scared that he almost didn't do it on the ground. Fortunately, when the afterglow swept to that hand, a vague thought suddenly popped out of his heart, and he quickly stuffed his sleeve into his mouth, so he didn't scream.

He looked down and was startled. Xiao Zhuo was no one at this time, lying on the ground in a large shape, with white eyes and foaming at the mouth, although she was still strongly suppressed and did not scream, but she couldn't last long to see her like that.

The little monk was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do to save Xiao Zhuo. I heard someone outside shouting, "Don't run!" Give me back my money! ”

Immediately afterwards, a loud "bump" was heard, and a figure screamed that it had smashed the window and flew in from the outside, and was pounced on the other foot of the little monk.

The little monk looked down, ah! Yin! (To be continued......)