In the evening, Fang Black Tea specially went to the treasure viewing platform set up by the monk to watch.

The so-called Guanbaotai is a crude wooden platform, about one zhang high, located on the slope of the side of the Alan Ruo Temple.

Fang Hongcha climbed to a high place to take a look, and sure enough, it was the monk standing, staring at the secret treasure day and night.

Standing on the stage, you can see the hill where the ruins of Alan Ruo Temple are located in the distance, but unfortunately it is night at this time, and it is pitch black here, and you can't see anything clearly.

According to the monk Duan Jingyu, if there is a secret treasure, the entire mountain here will emit a colorful glow, and the light will penetrate into the sky, which is clear at a glance.

There has been no light in the past ten days, according to the monk's estimate, it should be soon, and the interval will not exceed half a month at most, but there is no need to look forward to it tonight.

Fang Black Tea came down from the observation deck and returned to the house.

Neighbor Han Xin was sleepy-eyed, but Ling Mengyue went straight to the crown of the locust tree, this person was like a monkey and liked to stay under the tree.

There was no moon tonight, and Fang Hongcha was ready to practice in the room, unwilling to go out to feed the mosquitoes.

But before practicing, he set up a simple early warning mechanism for the door - today there was a conflict with these four little sisters, although it was a deterrent in one fell swoop, but as the saying goes: the greater the anger of forbearance, the greater the anger of taking a step back.

Just in case they get angry, they come up in the middle of the night and raid, and they happen to be practicing, so it's over.

This kind of thing is not afraid of ten thousand times just in case, Fang Hongcha thinks that it is necessary to be vigilant, it is impossible for Ling Mengyue to completely pin her hope on her, if she sleeps and dies again.

At this time, Fang Hongcha was very jealous of Li Wanqing's tools, which could draw secret exorcism seals and early warning measures on the ground, and people or evil things would be automatically triggered.

And he can only play the game of manual devices, and the difference is too big.

After completing the small mechanism, Fang Hongcha sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice, but during the practice, he still paid a little attention to the environment around him, and was not fully immersed in the practice.

Time passed minute by minute, and the monks all finished their evening classes, turned off the lights and rested, and there was silence in the Alan Ruo Monastery.

After midnight, the night was like flowing water, and everything was as silent as death.

The Fang black tea in the practice suddenly smelled a very faint smell of grass, like the fragrance emanating from the grass after the rain.

Immediately, a snapping sound was heard, and the small warning mechanism behind the door moved.

Fang Hongcha woke up from the practice in an instant, but he was not in a hurry to open his eyes, and continued to practice cross-legged, the evil sword was next to him, and he had a chance to obtain it at any time.

The door creaked and gently pushed up, and a slightly chilly evening breeze rushed in.

Fang Hongcha listened sideways, there was no movement, and the smell of grass became obvious.

He opened his eyes slightly, sewing and mending.

A pale face was in front of him, and two large dark eyes looked at him.

"Grass!"

Fang Hongcha blurted out a frightened smile, reflexively lifted his body back, grabbed the evil sword placed next to him and swept forward.

After brushing it, the Demon Slashing Sword roared and slashed out, but found nothing.

Fang Hongcha quickly shrank into the corner of the wall next to the bed, his eyes looked around, he didn't see anything, the dim room was empty, and he only heard the door open.

He covered his frantically jumping chest and swallowed.

How about that? Haunted or hallucinating?

"Hee-hee!"

The women's laughter suddenly came to their ears.

Fang Hongcha returned to his body and stabbed out with a sword, piercing the wall.

The back of the neck suddenly felt half cold, and it seemed that someone was touching it with a hand stained with ice water.

Fang Hongcha's scalp was fried, and he hurriedly ran the qi induction technique, and the aura was instantly injected into the body, and when he turned around, he used all his fists and smashed into the air, with a crisp sound, but nothing hit.

"Hee-hee...... Hee-hee. ”

The women laughed far and near, as if they were teasing Fang Black Tea.

Fang Hongcha looked around vigilantly, thinking quickly about the countermeasures in his mind, and suddenly smelled the faint smell of grass and disappeared.

His heart moved, he drew his sword and jumped up from the bed, chasing him out the door.

When I came to the courtyard, I could smell the grass again, but it was dissipating rapidly, and it seemed to drift in a certain direction.

His nose was open on Ling Mengyue's body, and he could smell the unique smell of demons and evil spirits.

Thinking of Ling Mengyue, Fang Hongcha hurriedly looked at the crown of the locust tree, the night was already too dark to see clearly, and he didn't know if he was still on the canopy.

Fang Hongcha screamed several times and didn't react, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth, this woman was always running around at critical moments and disappeared.

As if hearing Fang Hongcha screaming, Han Xin rushed out of the next room: "Teacher Fang, what's wrong?" ”

Fang Hongcha was about to explain his intention to Han Xin, but he was suddenly startled when he saw his face.

But I saw that Han Xin's face was written with two big characters written in green liquid, one black on the left and one sister on the right, and the combination was a black sister.

Han Xin turned out to be a dark-skinned person, and the word black girl was appropriate, but it was wrong, and he didn't have time to think it through.

"What's my face?"

Han Xin noticed Fang Hongcha's gaze, he reached out and wiped it on his face, his hand turned pale green, put it on his nose and sniffed, there was no smell.

Fang Hongcha nodded: "There are words of black girl written on both sides of the left and right faces." ”

Han Xin's scalp suddenly went numb, she didn't feel that this word was insulting herself, the woman was black and strong, and she was more feminine.

It made her heart cold, and a person sneaked into the room unnoticed, and wrote the words on her face, without realizing it.

If the people who write things have murderous intentions, isn't she already in a different place now?

Fang Hongcha guessed her thoughts and comforted: "Don't worry, it seems that the person who writes things is not a person but a ghost." ”

Han Xin's complexion immediately changed: "Ghost?!" ”

She hurriedly said, "Where is Senior Ling?" ”

"Dead! You go with me. ”

Fang Black Tea chased in the direction where the grass smell was gone, Han Xin didn't know, and hurriedly followed.

Not long after catching up, Fang Hongcha smelled the faint smell of grass again.

He touched his body, and inside was a vial of the manifestation potion drawn by lottery at the beginning of the mission—after drinking it, he could see invisible objects.

However, the medicine is only 1 bottle, and the effect is only 30 minutes, so use it with caution.

He and Han Xin chased the smell of grass around the temple and ran around to a secluded courtyard, where the houses were still brightly lit.

The smell of grass disappeared in this courtyard, but there was a moaning sound in the room.

Fang Hongcha thought that he had been injured, so he hurriedly rushed over and kicked the door with his foot.

The room was covered with a beautiful, large bed in the center, and Duan Jing was rolling the bed with a man.

Seeing someone rushing in, the man screamed and quickly wrapped himself in the quilt.

Monk Duan Jingyu was dumbfounded, she stared at Fang Hongcha and Han Xin who rushed in with wide eyes, those eyes seemed to be silently accusing: Why the two of you?

Han Xin looked embarrassed, but Fang Hongcha reprimanded angrily: "Monks, you dare to say that you abide by the rules and precepts? Is your precept to roll out of bed with a man in the middle of the night? ”

This action is called preemptive strike, seizing the moral high ground, and using conscience denunciation and criticism to make the other party suspicious and lose face.

However, Duan Jingyu was worthy of being a high-ranking monk, and he immediately calmed down.

When she put on the plain yarn Zen robe, the other party said to Han Xin with black tea: "Amitabha Buddha and the two donors misunderstand the poor monk. ”

Fang Hongcha's eyes widened, and this time he saw what he could say.

Duan Jingyu pointed to the man on the bed and said solemnly: "Like vegetarian chicken, vegetarian duck, and vegetarian fish, this is an amateur, and it is the way for poor monks to temper their lust." ”

Fang black tea is almost squirting, I don't know that amateurs originally have such an effect: "So, you are a lonely man and a widow in the middle of the night, living in the same room, how to explain it?" ”

Duan Jingyu clasped his hands together: "This layman is confused in his heart, and the poor monk teaches him all night, what's wrong?" ”

Fang Hongcha pointed at the two of them: "Do you know how to wear all the characteristics of your monk's teachings?" ”

Duan Jingyu's face did not change, and said with a smile: "I don't wear clothes, but because I show my sincerity when I see each other honestly, I hope the two donors will understand." ”

After Fang Black Tea was served, Duan Jingyu explained that he had many people and had no mouth, and he was completely convinced.

This monk's crooked reasoning is simply a gain and loss with Ling Mengyue, just do what he says.

"Senior," Fang Hongcha asked with sincere trepidation, "Do you have any special insights on the cultivation of gong?" ”

Duan Jingyu sighed: "What does the donor think?" Not bad for money, the poor monk is really good at three-finger Zen skills. ”

Fang Hongcha was puzzled: "Why don't you keep Zen?" ”

Duan Jingyu smiled meaningfully: "One finger Zen is not strong enough, not enough!" ”

Fang Hongcha understood, and could only give her a thumbs up.

Oh my God, you're a cowhide!

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You are really a waste of talent to be a monk, as far as I know, there is a Wa country on the coast of the East China Sea, there is a line of concern by 10,000 people in the Wa country, the best are like Aoi adults, famous, even in the Central Plains have heard of it, and there is a Kato-sama is also famous for two-finger Zen, with the talent of adults If you devote yourself wholeheartedly, I am afraid that you will be known to the world for a long time." ”

After listening to Fang Hongcha's description, Duan Jing finally couldn't help but yearn for it: "If there is an opportunity, the poor monk will definitely go to the Wa Kingdom to find out." ”

"Let's go together!"