"Wait, wait......"

Yijing stretched out his hand and just wanted to stop her, but before he could say anything, Su Xiaoqian quickly walked through the wall and finally disappeared in front of his eyes.

She ...... Is it a ghost?"

The little monk looked at the dark wall in front of him in a daze, and the expression on his face was slightly stunned.

How could a ghost come here?

He shook his slightly mushy head, and suddenly he had a bad idea.

"Senior brother!"

Thinking of this, Yijing hurriedly pushed the young monk who was still sleeping on the side, with a slight panic on his face.

It's just that I don't know why, but this time, the monk next to him seemed to have some kind of drowsiness, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

It can't be the female ghost who did it before, right?

The more the little monk thought about it, the more flustered his heart became, and seeing that he still couldn't wake up the other party, he gritted his teeth, glanced at the palm of his hand, and then looked at the young monk who was sleeping groggily, and finally slapped him.

The palm of the hand slapped on the other party's cheek, and there was a dull sound with a "snap".

It's just that despite this, the other party still didn't wake up and still slept groggily on the bed.

Yijing's face became even more uneasy, and he climbed out of bed and walked on the floor with a "smack", looking around, not knowing what he should do.

But just as he was panicking, a familiar dog barking sounded from his side.

The little monk looked to the side and saw a big white dog slowly walking from behind the wooden bed on the side.

A flash of joy immediately rose from his cheeks.

But soon, he looked at the white-haired old man who was still sleeping next to him, and an even more bad thought rose in his heart.

"Su ...... Donor?"

The little monk kept shaking his arm a little nervously, but even if he was about to break the other party's arm, the white-haired old man who had been smiling at him on weekdays still didn't wake up.

What to do, what to do?

The thoughts in his head kept intermingling, but despite this, he only felt that his mind was more blank.

Look for...... Looking for Huang and Huang donors!

Suddenly, an idea popped out of his mind, and it cut open his still somewhat dazed head like a shock.

"Leaves!" he barked, looking at the big white dog that kept wagging its tail, although he was still flustered, but now because he had thought of a way, he became much calmer, he pursed his eyes and looked at him, "You are here to watch them! I, I'll go find Huang Shizhu and them!"

In his panic, he even claimed to have forgotten.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, then came to the side of the bed again, and his eyes moved to the face of the young monk on the bed.

By the way, the Buddhist beads in my brother's hand...... Where did it go?

Thinking so, he kept rummaging through the pillow and quilt a few times, but he didn't find the string of Buddhist beads that seemed to be very powerful.

Could it be in ......

Yijing thought of this, his hand paused, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly took out a rough big hand in the quilt.

I saw that there was a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his hand on the body of this big hand.

Sure enough, it's here!

The little monk cheered in his heart, and then took off the string of round Buddha beads on Yuanguang's hand and put them on his hand.

After all, Huang Shizhu and the others are sleeping in the town, and if they go on like this, what if they meet the female ghost from before again?

Thinking like this, he felt a little uneasy, and he told the big white dog to sit beside him and wagged his tail, closed the wooden door, and walked towards the courtyard.

......

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The sky was still gloomy, and there was not a single glimmer of stars in the black night sky, and the wind was blowing the leaves, making it even more gloomy.

Yijing little monk walked in the courtyard with his body shaking, only to feel that the cold wind was blowing on his body, which was extremely cold.

He squeaked open the scarlet door outside the courtyard and walked out through the crack.

It's just that the path on the side of the road is overgrown with weeds, but there is no light, he walks cautiously, passing by the tricycle parked on the side, and looking at the path that is completely different from the scenery during the day, purses his lips, and still walks up.

Although when he was in Baiyun Temple, he sometimes didn't listen to his master at night and went to the mountain, but after all, it was the forest where he had lived for more than ten years, and he naturally wouldn't be afraid, but this time it was different, he was now walking on a strange mountain, and there was a female ghost before, he was always afraid that when he went down the mountain, he would accidentally encounter something terrible.

The only flashlight in the house was out of power, and the little monk felt the darkness, tightened his clothes, looked at the dark path in front of him that seemed to have no end, and trotted all the way.

The road felt long on weekdays, and now it was night when he couldn't see his fingers, so he only felt like he had been running for a long time, as if he hadn't reached the end.

And on the way to his run, the little monk's side was full of lonely birdsong and the sound of flowing water, and occasionally owls stood on the branches of trees, making a "cooing" sound.

He ran out of breath, and after a quarter of an hour he finally reached the gate of the town at the foot of the hill.

At this point, his heart was tense for half an hour, and he finally relaxed a little.

But it was already midnight, and the streets were lined with only the dim glow of street lamps and a few dead leaves floating in the air, as if it were an uninhabited empty town.

The little monk shrunk his neck, although his heart was slightly relaxed, but after all, he still hadn't arrived at the hotel, so he still looked around vigilantly, for fear that if he wasn't careful, something terrible would come out of somewhere else and rush towards him.

Just when his heartstrings were tense, a cat meow broke the silent night sky.

As soon as he was shocked, his head reflexively looked in the direction of the cat's meow, and he saw a white cat with a snow-white body standing on the lid of a garbage can, looking at him coldly like a human.

Its gaze was as cold as ice and snow, and it couldn't help but make him shiver.

This cat......

The little monk stared at the white cat, only feeling that the other party was very strange.

He quietly looked at the palm of his hand and held the Buddha bead tightly in his hand, for fear that it would rush up.

Fortunately, the cat only looked at him lightly, snorted, gave him a strange smile of indifference, and jumped off the trash can with graceful steps, and then disappeared into the night.