After entering the city, Zhao Xin led Ji Mengmeng to an inn, left her here, and chose to leave. When he came back this time, Zhao Xin happened to go to find Yin Lingzi, and he had a lot of things to say to her, and he also had a lot of questions that she needed to answer.

"Let's wait a while and go back to school, I have some things to deal with."

"I'm going with you......"

Originally, I thought very well, but I didn't expect that just when I was about to leave the room, Ji Mengmeng grabbed herself, and Zhao Xin was surprised and began to refuse Xi Mengmeng.

"I have an important thing, I need to find someone to solve my doubts, it is inconvenient to take you, and besides, you are not familiar with it, what are you going to do?"

How do you know that Ji Mengmeng is also very stubborn, and said: "I don't know it, don't you know it if you see it?"

"No, but I don't need to take you with me" Zhao Xin rubbed his head, after coming out of the Guigui Mansion, Zhao Xin felt that Ji Mengmeng felt a little different to himself, but he couldn't say what was the difference, and now he finally knew, that is, this way Ji Mengmeng is a little too normal, and sometimes normal is the most abnormal.

"You have to take me ......" said and said, Ji Mengmeng was already full of tears, and Zhao Xin was a little stunned as if he had been beaten with a stick, and he couldn't understand where Ji Mengmeng was playing.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I just want to follow you......" Ji Mengmeng began to plead, looking pitiful to the seeer.

"Ji Mengmeng, I order you as the sect leader, you have to wait for me here, and also, the two of us are just good friends, I hope each other will not cross the line" After a serious warning, Zhao Xin turned around and left without hesitation, but when he turned around, he found that there were crystal tears left in the corners of his eyes, and this strange scene made Zhao Xin feel like a life and death parting. Zhao Xin shook his head, telling himself not to think wildly, and then turned around and walked out of the inn.

Walking to the bustling street, Zhao Xinxin was a little uneasy, but he still couldn't find the source, and walked along the road, and after a while, he arrived at the Tibetan Temple of Shami, and was greeted by a little monk in a navy robe.

"Amitabha, is the donor here to offer incense and chant sutras? Or is it to ask for fate?" As soon as he entered the temple gate, the little monk greeted him. And Zhao Xin stretched out his hand, signaling the little monk not to disturb, he closed his eyes, and let the refreshing air wander through his body, as if he was washing away his own killing and sins for so long, and his soul was purified a lot.

"Alas......" Seeing Zhao Xin's appearance, the little monk seemed to have become commonplace, sighed and shook his head, recited a Buddha name, and turned to leave.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Xin reopened his eyes, of course, it was not because he wanted to do this, but Zhao Xin sensed a pain in his arm, and lowered his head to see that a large lump had bulged under the shirt of his left arm, and it was still growing. Zhao Xin glanced at the hall and found that there were still scattered people, but no one cared too much about himself, and almost all of them prayed sincerely in front of the Buddha statue. In order to breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Xin sprinted for a while, bypassed the hall and found an unmanned meditation room and entered. lifted the shirt on his arm, and found that the little dragon that was originally coiled on his finger was coiled on his arm at this time, and his body was big and small, it seemed to be very uncomfortable, and his eyes were a little pitiful when he looked at Zhao Xin.

"Don't worry, Xiaolong is fine" Zhao Xin took out the gossip furnace and put Xiaolong into it, the name Xiaolong was given by himself, because he didn't know what this thing was, so he simply called Xiaolong, and no one investigated this kind of thing anyway. After putting the little dragon into it, Zhao Xin put the blood root in the net bottle again, this blood root is still from the human ghost clan, and he actually took it for the little dragon at the beginning.

"Donor, you can't be here anymore, this is where my master rests......" At this time, the little monk appeared in Zhao Xin's sight panting, and after giving the Buddha salute, he said solemnly.

"How do you know I'm here?" Zhao Xin slowly put away the gossip furnace, and looked at the little monk calmly, he had observed the environment before coming here, this Jizo Temple is not big, but there are several meditation rooms at the back of the hall, and the most critical problem is that the other party should be looking for himself, which is a little suspicious.

"This ......" The little monk hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't say it.

"What about your master?" Zhao Xin knew that the master was much freer than the disciple, and according to the novice's temperament, he should come here from time to time.

"The master is not here......" The little monk clasped his hands together, timidly afraid to look at Zhao Xin.

"Then you should have a woman here, right?" Zhao Xin stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"The little monk doesn't know ......," the little monk lowered his head and took a few steps back, and said tremblingly.

"I don't know, do you know that monks don't speak?" Zhao Xin's voice grew colder, he hadn't thought about anything at first, but now it seemed that there must be something strange in it.

"Little Monk ......"

"Don't be a little monk, who sent you, what about your master, and the woman here?" Zhao Xin suddenly burst out and shouted, so frightened that the little monk took a few steps back, and fell to the ground with a careless step.

"The little monk is really a disciple here, don't ask other donors......" The little monk timidly shrunk his body into a ball, and actually began to recite the scriptures.

"If you don't ask, you won't ask?Then when will your master come back?" Zhao Xin didn't want to let the other party go like this, he had waited so long, and finally had the opportunity to come here, how could he give up. This little monk only has the realm of not being confused, and if he wants to, he can kill him in every minute.

"Donor, don't ask, the little monk promised not to say it, I advise you not to wait here, you still go back and forth, if you are still in time, you may be able to save ......" The little monk had just finished speaking, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes were round, and blood streaks filled his eyes, if the old tree roots were the same. After only a few breaths, the little monk's originally immature face turned purple and blue, and the breath on his body also stagnated.

"Bang" When he saw the little monk fall down, the top of his head shining slightly, Zhao Xin reacted, he actually died in front of his eyes. The realm of non-confusion did not give birth to a divine soul, and all the bloodline roots were not stable at all, and they would stay in the body for a long time, but the heavenly spirit of this little monk was getting brighter and brighter, and Zhao Xin knew that this was an omen that was about to explode.

"It seems that someone doesn't want me to know something...... Zhao Xin narrowed his eyes, the dazzling light in his hand flickered, and his body moved, like a speeding arrow, he instantly rushed back to the little monk's body, and his hand was like a sharp blade, breaking the little monk's heavenly spirit, grabbing out a round bead, and the essence burst out to wrap the heavenly spirit. After a few back and forth, Zhao Xin finally forced out the drop of essence blood that invaded the Heavenly Spirit, put the Heavenly Spirit into the gossip furnace, and instructed Xiaolong to watch it. (To be continued.) )