Lin Luo looked at the ancient temple in front of him with some distraction, and after figuring out the intentions of Monk Zhikong, there was no fear in his heart at all, because he understood that since Zhikong had such behavior, it meant that the latter had no ill will towards him, otherwise it was difficult for him to say whether he could enter the path of purification, even if he accidentally stumbled into it, it was estimated that he would not be able to get out alive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He stretched out his hands and pushed forward, the mottled temple door opened, the first thing that greeted his eyelids was a big tree, the ground was covered with fallen leaves, a monk in a robe was sweeping the fallen leaves, at the same time, another monk carried two buckets of water on his shoulders passed in front of him, this scene made him a little sudden, the so-called quiet place, but so.

None of the monks in the ancient temple were surprised by his arrival, and no one came forward to ask, just when Lin Luo hesitated to take the initiative to speak, a seven or eight-year-old child suddenly walked out of the side room, holding a leather ball in his hand, he slapped the ball rhythmically with his immature little hands, and his face was filled with an innocent smile that belonged to his age.

Lin Luo's heart moved, he stepped forward slowly, squatted down in front of the child, and said softly: "Little master, I want to ask if there is a Zhikong master in this ancient temple?"

The kid stopped what he was doing, blinked his eyes and thought for a while before shaking his head gently, this action made Lin Luo slightly stunned, he realized something, and changed his words and asked, "Then is there an old man here, that's the kind of ...... That kind of white-bearded old man?" he originally wanted to talk about white hair, but then he thought about how a monk could have hair.

This time, the child didn't even think about it, and immediately said, "You're talking about Grandpa Xiuyuan, right?"

"Repair...... I guess so...... Can you take me to meet him?" Lin Luo muttered.

The child's big eyes without impurities looked at Lin Luo without blinking, and said in a childish voice: "But I don't even know who you are, why did I take you to see grandpa?"

Lin Luo slid down three black lines in his head and said, "I have something very important to ask, and I also ask the troublesome little master to guide me the way." ”

The child looked at Lin Luo for a while, and just when he was about to speak, the former suddenly laughed out loud, and said after it was over: "I'm teasing you, Grandpa Xiuyuan once said that as long as someone comes here, this is like their home, since this is your home, then if you want to go to grandpa, why can't you?"

Lin Luo realized that he had fallen for the trick of the little ghost in front of him, but he didn't want to care so much, from this child, he could feel that the other party had no malicious intentions, so Tong Yan Wuji was acceptable to him, and if he wanted to see Zhikong, he could only rely on this child at present, and he would naturally be respectful to him.

The child stopped in front of the largest room in the ancient temple, in fact, although he said so, in fact, this room is not very big, just because all the rooms in the ancient temple are very small, in comparison.

Just as Lin Luo was about to knock on the door and enter, the kid reached out and stopped him, and said in his puzzled eyes: "At this time, Grandpa Xiuyuan is still taking a nap, I'll go first to wake him up, but don't let anyone disturb him when he sleeps, otherwise he will definitely lose his temper......"

He laughed, "But except for me!"

Since he said so, Lin Luo didn't want to object, but just stood quietly outside the door.

He stood like this for half an hour, and wanted to knock on the door several times during the banquet, but thinking of what the kid said before entering the house, plus he did ask for someone this time, he still waited patiently, but as the saying goes, the mud bodhisattva also has three points of fire, although Lin Luo has now lost all the abilities of the night spirit, but his temperament has not changed much, he frowned, and gently pushed forward.

To his surprise, there was no one in the house, he was confused, it seemed that there should be no such thing as a secret passage in this ancient temple, he had watched the child walk into the house with his own eyes, even if the cultivator grandfather in his mouth was not there, at least he shouldn't disappear.

He stood in the antechamber, scratching at his hair, unable to think of an answer for a moment.

He suddenly felt that someone was staring at him behind him, and hurriedly turned around in shock, but saw that on the originally empty wooden chair, there was a gray-bearded monk at this moment, and what really surprised him was that on the table in front of the monk, there was a plate of fragrant roast chicken.

All of a sudden he froze.

The monk glanced up at him, lowered his head again, tore off a chicken leg directly with his hand, took a big bite with satisfaction, and said vaguely while chewing: "Why are you still stupid there, I remember telling you before that this is your home, don't always stand, find a place to sit down!"

Although the scene in front of him gave Lin Luo an extremely strong impact, he still keenly discovered the meaning of the words in the monk's mouth, and couldn't help but take two steps back, and said in shock and horror: "You...... You're the kid from before?"

The monk said troublesomely, wiped his greasy hand on the robe on his body, and said impatiently: "What's wrong with that kid, I'm the biggest in this temple, how am I willing to show people, do I still need you to take care of it?"

"If you can't get over it, I can tell you, my time is very limited, I will go to sleep after eating, and then you dare to disturb me again, see that I don't break your legs!"

Lin Luo looked at the monk's gobbling appearance, and couldn't help frowning secretly, there was a gap between the person in front of him and the Zhikong monk described in the mouth of the falcon, it was not a high-ranking monk at all, it was clearly a monk of wine and meat, if it wasn't for the golden purification path before coming here, he would have thought that he had come to the wrong place.

The monk paid all his attention to the roast chicken in front of him, his gray beard was stained with oil stars, and after eating the chicken legs, he threw the bone to the ground casually, only to see that the bone disappeared in the moment it just touched the ground, he seemed to have been accustomed to it, and said slowly: "It is not easy for the night spirit to cultivate to the king level, and the time you have become a night spirit is still so short, although there is the help of the old thing of the king of Jizo in this process, but it can still be seen that you are talented." ”

He ignored Lin Luo's surprised expression, and then said, "Speaking of which, I've only had two guests in Jingci Temple over the years, and it's the first time that I've been to the undead. ”

"Jingci Temple...... Xiu Yuan ......" Lin Luo chewed on these two names repeatedly, and then suddenly realized something, and he didn't care about any etiquette or impropriety, pointed to the person in front of him, and said in a lost voice: "You are Jigong!"