"Master of Qingzhen Temple, how can the master of Qingzhen Temple be here!"

"There are two of them, one was caught by a spell I used on the way to their arrival before, and the other was because I made a mistake and thought it was the Grim Reaper's undercover agent in Qingzhen Temple who killed him by mistake!"

"Qingzhen Temple is originally a sesame-sized thing, if you kill it, you will kill it, so what is the master doing when you capture them?"

"On the one hand, it's because I want to give Qingzhen Temple a reason to kill the gods this time, and on the other hand, I want to have a detailed understanding of Qingzhen Temple, after all, if I send troops this time, I must know everything about every god sect!"

"What about the Daomen?" Pixiu scratched his head with the front knife arm of the praying mantis: "What is the master of the Daomen going to do?"

Hui Zhi looked at Pixiu with a smile and said, "Don't forget, my master is still from the Daomen!"

"Oh yes, yes, I almost forgot, Master Taishang was born in Daomen, so he should know everything about Daomen!"

"The Dao Sect is not inferior to my Tantra, if you treat the Dao Sect like the Qingzhen Temple, even I have to weigh it, it's a pity!" Hui Zhi sighed after speaking.

"What's the matter, master?" Pixiu prostrated in front of Huizhi, looking very well-behaved.

"It's a pity that my master is crazy, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, most of what he says about the Daomen is vague, and it will take me a long time to sort out the clues!" Hui Zhi gently stroked the wings of the big mantis with his hand, and the big mantis trembled in comfort and said: "Then let's push back our plan to attack the god of death, anyway, we have been waiting for a hundred years and so long, and we don't care about these few days!"

"I want to wait a little longer," Huizhi's eyes darkened slightly, "But time waits for no one!"

"Huh?" the great mantis craned its head and looked at Huizhi in surprise, as if realizing something.

"Master, where are you talking about this, isn't there a lot of time for you?"

Hui Zhi laughed dryly twice, and did not answer the praying mantis's words, but stroked the praying mantis silently.

After a while, Huizhi gently tapped the praying mantis on the back and said, "Okay, you should go back!"

"Oh-" The praying mantis reluctantly jumped up from the ground, kowtowed to Huizhi respectfully, and said, "The time with the master is always so short!"

"Huh?" Huizhi asked him amusedly, "Then why didn't you take the initiative this time?"

The praying mantis rolled his eyes and replied: "Didn't the master say that I can't let them know about our relationship, thinking that I would refuse you a few times first, and then scatter it if I have nothing to do, who would have thought that such two people with discordant faces would conspire together? Isn't this a plan that is more beneficial to the master?"

Huizhi listened to the praying mantis's words, his expression in the dark was still so gentle, but he began to feel a trace of discomfort in his heart, this discomfort was because this slave was too smart, and he had not consulted himself before carrying out such a plan, and many of them were done without his own knowledge. So is it because he has been sitting in the position of commander for a long time that such a problem arises? Huizhi is not sure, but he will never allow this little mantis to get out of his control, so he took out a biscuit-like thing from his arms and said to the big mantis, "Convention!"

A hint of disgust, hatred, and rejection flashed in Pixiu's eyes, and it knew very well what that thing was and what it did, because the praying mantis had eaten a lot of such spells.

Time stopped here, and the atmosphere of harmony and mercy and humility just now suddenly became a little weird.

"What, don't want to eat?" Huizhi's kind face was full of smiles, and his peaceful eyes occasionally revealed a hint of fierceness and murderous intent.

The big praying mantis squirmed and said carelessly: "Master, you see that I am so obedient now..."

"Huh?" Hui Zhi asked the great mantis with an elongated tail note through his nose.

"And I've eaten so much, I don't care about this slice!" said the big mantis with a shudder.

"Yes, you've already eaten so much, and you won't care about this slice, right?" Huizhi said the same, but the two of them said something completely different.

In this way, the praying mantis and Huizhi are still in a stalemate, the praying mantis is not obedient, and Huizhi is not forced, he is like an old man who is kind and seductive, and says to a monster: "You eat this, take away the high soul soup and those two foods." ”

"That," the praying mantis asked tentatively, "What if I don't want those?"

"No, you must eat this!" Huizhi's voice cooled: "Don't forget, how did you become this Pixiu!"

The praying mantis smiled flatteringly, "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten!" As he spoke, it took the charm from Huizhi's hand and swallowed it with its head up, and after eating, it stuck out its tongue to show Huizhi.

"Well, well done!" Huizhi laughed, reached out and patted the mantis face that was still sticking out his tongue: "Okay, hurry up and pack up, let's go back!" After speaking, Huizhi turned his head and walked out.

"Yes, master!" said the praying mantis's voice was very pleasing and moving, as if a thousand favors had been bestowed upon it.

"Oh yes," Hui Zhi stopped at the door, didn't look back, and said, "Go back and help me do something this time!"

"You command, master!" the praying mantis bowed humbly.

"Help me find all the clues related to the demon Wang Wang, I want to know about this demon. ”

"Good master!" the praying mantis lay motionless on the ground.

Huizhi's footsteps in the tunnel gradually moved away, and the praying mantis on the ground slowly straightened up, his eyes full of hatred and humiliation: "If it weren't for your high soul soup, I would have been tricked by you into eating that Suo Xin Fu?"

Huizhi walked out of the tunnel, first tidied up his clothes, then closed the tunnel entrance, and finally walked to the chair where Pixiu was sitting just now and sat down, muttering to himself: "So what? ”

"Or... Change a cup?" the little monk with the tea suggested.

"The tea is the same stubble of tea leaves, but the cup is not that cup, and if you change the tea, it will be light!" said Huizhi thoughtfully.

"Then I'll go and get you a scroll of Buddhist scriptures!" After speaking, the monk serving tea was about to leave, but was stopped by Huizhi.

"If the Buddhist scriptures are useful, how can I be like this? Fa Ming, you are still so simple!"

At this time, a person broke in from outside the door of the main hall, knelt on the ground and cried: "Zen Master Taishang, who has boundless power, please save my family's Da Musi!"

Huizhi's face turned dark at first, and then he was stunned and asked, "He... What's wrong?"

"He's burned to death!" replied the man on the ground, bowing his head.

"Huh?!"