As the bowl of porridge was knocked over, black qi rushed out, and the little monk knelt on the ground with a frightened face: "Abbot, it's not what I want to do!" It's Brother Yuanzhen! Brother Yuanzhen forced me to do it! Otherwise, he'll kill me!" ”

"Yuanzhen?" Su Hanjing subconsciously thought of the finger-sized "blood ghost", and wondered how this "blood ghost" could have such prestige, he finally turned it out of the memory of the old monk, it turned out to be the name of a monk in this temple, called Yuanzhen.

It has been more than 30 years in Fangwai Temple, and when he was young, he couldn't do rough work because of lack of physical strength, so he was like the little monk in front of him, responsible for the daily meal of the old monk.

This made Su Hanjing silent.

Because he was a little embarrassed, he actually took a duplicate legal name.

Then he looked at this bowl of porridge that had been overturned, and he could find water mangweed to boil it into poisonous water and mix it with rice porridge, so it can be said that this circle is really very interested in this!

Because it takes at least a year to boil such poisonous water into such poisonous water, not to mention, because the toxicity of this water mangweed is so intense that under normal means, this poisonous weed cannot be bought at all.

"This means that this monk named Yuanzhen has long had the intention of killing the old monk."

Thinking of this, Su Hanjing asked the little monk to get up.

"You made a mistake, this Fangwai Temple can't keep you, so you clean up and go down the mountain!" Su Hanjing pretended to be sad, and after speaking, he deliberately turned his head away, waved his hand, and made it look like he didn't want to see this little monk again.

"Thank you, Abbot! I'm going to leave the temple! ”

When the little monk heard this, his face immediately showed joy, and then he turned around and ran.

Su Jing looked at the back of the little monk who had once again hurriedly ran out of the meditation room because he was impatient, and couldn't help but fold his hands: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" ”

At that moment, a finger-sized figure ran through the wall.

"Master, it's not good! I followed what you said, and went to the temple to find a place to live, but I heard that the monks in this temple wanted to kill you! By the way, Master, don't drink porridge later! They want to use a highly poisonous thing to poison you! ”

As soon as he entered, the little blooded ghost "Yuanzhen" shouted.

Su Jing didn't expect that this "blood ghost apprentice" that he had forcibly accepted would be so useful.

Immediately, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the white porridge that he had knocked over.

"You said it, but what about this bowl of porridge soup mixed with water mangweed poison?"

The little blood ghost "Yuanzhen" was stunned for a moment, then she glanced at the porridge water on the ground, then looked at Su Hanjing again, and asked, "Master, how did you find out?" ”

As soon as he heard this "blood ghost apprentice" ask, Su Hanjing immediately became interested, so he explained the story in detail.

can pretend to be forced, and if you don't talk to people, you always feel that something is missing in your heart.

"Master, did you find that this little monk's demeanor is different from usual, so you tried it? Then Master, why didn't you kill this little monk? Instead, he let him leave Fangwai Temple! If you want me to see, at a young age, I don't know if I don't know how to repay it, and I am so vicious, this little monk really can't stay! ”

After hearing this, the little blood ghost "Yuanzhen" couldn't help but feel upset for Su Hanjing, and looked indignant with a small face.

When Su Hanjing heard this, he folded his hands again: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" The old monk is a monk, and it is not suitable to kill. ”

After speaking, Su Hanjing added: "There are three curses in this Fangwai Temple. One of them is the monks of Fangwai Temple, who cannot leave at will. ”

The little blood ghost "Yuanzhen" was stunned again for a moment.

Then she glanced at Su Hanjing, who was expressionless at this moment, and couldn't help muttering in her heart: This old monk seems to be a little dark-hearted!

I hope she didn't just run out of the wolf den of "Grandma" and fell into a tiger hole again.

Suddenly, she thought of her current identity, so she hurriedly raised her little face and asked, "Master, how can it be considered that you are not leaving at will?" ”

"When you don't have enough food and clothing in the temple, or when you don't have enough medicine, you don't leave the temple at will." Su Hanjing said, "Well, a few days ago, the monks went down the mountain to buy, at least until the end of the year, there will be no shortage of food and clothing." ”

The little blooded ghost "Yuanzhen" couldn't help but be stunned again.

This old monk doesn't seem to be a little black-hearted, but really black-hearted!

"Yuan Zhen, are you thinking about being a teacher?"

Su Hanjing squinted slightly.

And when Leng Buding heard Su Hanjing's question, the little blood ghost "Yuanzhen" instantly turned pale, and then hurriedly denied it: "No!" No! Master, I am a demon and have no heart or lungs, how can I have such thoughts? ”

Su Han nodded, his expression did not change, but he began to think about it in his heart.

Because of this "blood ghost apprentice", both in her appearance and personality, she is like a real living girl. If it weren't for the fact that there was no shadow under her feet, Su Hanjing wouldn't have been able to determine that she was a demon.

"A mouthful of blood mist, there shouldn't be a way to make her have such a change."

"So, there should be some secret in this, and there is a secret of great benefit."

Thinking of this, Su Hanjing suddenly sighed in his heart, and then got up and walked to the door.

He walked out with his feet up.

Su Hanjing originally wanted to wait for the rebels who couldn't be old monks to come, so that he could brake quietly, anyway, his doppelganger had already been abandoned, but he didn't expect that the rebels had not moved until now.

"Didn't you think that the poisoning would fail? Not ready for a plan two? ”

Su Hanjing felt strange in his heart.

Then he saw that the bloody ghost had also come out, and asked, "Disciple, do you know where those rebels are now?" Is it just a plan to poison the old monk? ”

"They are also preparing to set fire to this Fangwai Temple." The little blooded ghost "Yuanzhen" said without thinking about it.

"Set fire?"

Su Hanjing hurriedly quickened his pace, and sure enough, he saw several monks carrying dry firewood, and then threw them on the nearby monks' houses one by one.

And Su Hanjing's arrival also frightened these monks all at once.

"Live...... Abbot! ”

These monks, Gu is face changed greatly.

"What are you afraid of!" But at this moment, another loud roar came, and then a middle-aged monk walked out with a torch.

Su Hanjing, a middle-aged monk, had a little impression that he was the monk who was called a "rebel" by him in front of the main hall.

And the Dharma name of this middle-aged monk is Yuanzhen!

"Rebel, why are you?" Su Hanjing asked a little puzzled, because the old monk couldn't treat this middle-aged monk, it was the grace of nurturing and teaching.

"Hehe, why? You say why! You're a rebel when you open your mouth and shut your mouth, have you ever thought about my feelings! I work hard, but you beat and scold at every turn! The middle-aged monk Yuan Zhen blushed and shouted loudly.

Su Hanjing couldn't help but be silent, because this was a question that could not be an old monk.

At this time, the middle-aged monk Yuanzhen continued: "But that's not the reason why I want to kill you!" The real reason is that you killed Senior Brother Yuanfa and them! ”

"That's not the old monk's doing." Su Hanjing opened his mouth to defend and said, Yuanfa is the biological father of the little monk, who fled down the mountain because he couldn't be dissuaded by the old monk for love, and then naturally he was killed by the third curse.

"It's not you or who!" The middle-aged monk Yuanzhen said, and suddenly sneered, "Senior disciples, look at our abbot, he has lived for nearly four hundred years, but has he considered passing on this method of immortality?" ”