Chapter 12 Departure

It has been half a month since the last fierce fight at the gate of the temple, and everything is calm, but in this temple, since that day, there has been a little different.

The little monk was gone, and a young man came to the temple.

A white-haired teenager.

In a room in the temple, the eyes of the white-bearded and white-eyed old monk opened.

The eyes that had not been opened when they were hostile to Wang Ran before were now open.

His face was full of doubt, as if he had encountered something that he couldn't figure out.

But before he could continue to wonder.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", there was a knock on the door, not so much a knock on the door.

"Open the door, old horseman!

"What's going on!" There was an earth-shattering shout from the door, and you could feel the anger of the person slamming the door through the door.

The white-bearded old monk was a little weak-hearted, hesitated for a moment, and still went to open the door.

Then I saw a big black face with a blue face, but this big black face was a little red because it was so angry. The big black face was angry, blowing his beard and glaring at the white-bearded old monk:

"What's going on!" he repeated as he slapped the table heavily.

The white-bearded old monk looked embarrassed, and while smiling at the same time, he pulled his junior brother and said that he would sit down first and then talk.

"Don't do this!" the big black face raised his hand and slapped the hand that the whitebeard monk had sat down on.

"If you don't make it clear today, I'll demolish your temple for you! Believe it or not!" said the blackbeard monk and slapped his palm on the table again.

The white-bearded old monk couldn't hold his face a little, coughed, and stroked his beard pretending to be calm.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

"This matter is under my control......"

Before the whitebeard monk could finish speaking.

"You're in control of a fart! I just checked that little bastard, it's a little fart kid of the perception realm!"

Monk Blackbeard interrupted his brother's speech, and his voice and eyes were about to shout.

"Perception realm! No suffering can we fight yet! Let the suffering follow that little fart out to die!!" The black-bearded old monk shouted more and more angrily, and the more angry he became, the more angry he became, and the whole wooden table was squeaked by him.

The white-bearded old monk on the side comforted his grumpy junior brother, but on the other hand, he fell into deep thought, he stroked his gray beard, and frowned.

Then he said to himself:

"No, as I calculated before, the guide of suffering, will come here today to find suffering. ”

"But today there are five people here, and four have died, and the remaining teenagers should be the guide of suffering. The more the white-bearded monk thought about it, the more fascinated he became.

"Then if the young man is the guide of suffering, how can he be so weak..."

As he spoke, he stroked his beard and closed his eyes.

The black-bearded old monk watched his senior brother fall into deep thought, although he was still angry, but he didn't make a sound to disturb, but snorted coldly, and sat down with an unkind face on the side.

The two were speechless.

After a long time, the white-bearded old monk came back to his senses, he opened his eyes faintly, and sighed:

"That's right, this boy should be the guide of suffering..."

As soon as the blackbearded old monk lifted his body, he was about to attack as soon as he slapped the table.

The white-bearded old monk hurriedly raised his hand and pressed it lightly on his junior brother, signaling his junior brother not to worry, and then his face gradually became serious.

When the black-bearded old monk saw his senior brother's solemn expression, his heart tightened, and his face became serious.

Then the two monks, one black and one white, began to talk.

"There is no doubt that this young man is the guide of suffering... But this young man's strength is so weak, we didn't expect it. ”

"A mere perception is our only choice. ”

"And someone is already eyeing us here. ”

When the black-bearded old monk said this, his expression was complicated:

"Let the suffering continue to stay here, then the next person who comes may not be the Creation Realm..."

"But it's too risky to let the misery follow that boy..."

The two old monks just said a word to me, you look at me and I look at you, and they both see the embarrassment in each other's eyes.

The two of them hesitated.

The two talked together from dusk to evening, but there was still no result.

It wasn't until late at night that the voice of the black-bearded old monk slowly came out.

Some tired, some helpless.

"Then give him a try......"

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When it was almost late at dusk, Bai Yunhuan and Xu Yuanxi sat on the roof drinking tea.

Bai Yunhuan was very curious about where the little monk lived, so he sat on the roof and looked around.

Xu Yuanxi, who was sitting in front, glanced at Bai Yunhuan and said with a smile: "What are you looking at, it won't be looking for a little girl, right?"

Bai Yunhuan was stunned.

"Then you can save it."

"Except for me, we're all bald asses, but there's no little girl. ”

After Bai Yunhuan heard this, he was happy and said, "Then aren't you also a bald donkey?"

Xu Yuanxi carried the suffering with one hand behind his back, and slid sideways in the air with one freed hand:

"Nope. ”

"Those who are handsome like me are called monks, those who are suffering are called monks, and those who are at the bottom of the line are called bald donkeys. ”

Bai Yunhuan is straight again:

"Senior brother, you are really shameless. ”

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The two of them just talked, laughed, and chatted, and talked about suffering.

Then Xu Yuanxi told Bai Yunhuan about the past of suffering, and when he mentioned suffering, the smile on Xu Yuanxi's face would always be a little thicker.

Bai Yunhuan is also a master who likes to listen to stories, this one is big and one is small, one speaks, one listens, and time passes quickly.

Later, when he finished eating, Xu Yuanxi called Bai Yunhuan to drink tea together, saying that he was going to invite him to drink, but the monks couldn't get drunk, so they replaced wine with tea, and they regarded it as him, who was a senior brother, to pick up the wind and wash the dust for his junior brother's friend.

Bai Yunhuan was also happy, and the two chatted for a dusk, and then began to drink tea on the black tile roof in the evening.

But Bai Yunhuan could see that Xu Yuanxi had something to tell him. But he didn't speak, just accompanied Xu Yuanxi to drink tea slowly.

Drinking and drinking, Xu Yuanxi's face became a little heavy.

Wait until the tea is already brewed.

Finally Xu Yuanxi spoke:

"Do you really want to take my junior brother away?"

The talkative Xu Yuanxi's tone at this time was a little bitter.

Bai Yunhuan took a sip of tea lightly and slowly spoke:

"It's not like I'm taking him away. ”

Then he took another slow sip of tea:

"It should have been that I was coming, and he was leaving, so I happened to go with him. ”

Bai Yunhuan then explained.

"The person I'm looking for is someone who doesn't admit defeat or admit defeat. ”

"Misery has suffered a defeat today, and if he wakes up and doesn't stay here, but goes farther and gets stronger, then he's the one I'm looking for, and I'll convince him to come with me. ”

"And if he wakes up and chooses to stay here, then it means that he is not a person who wants to be stronger, then he is not the person I am looking for, and when the time comes, I will go down the mountain by myself. ”

"So, it's not like I'm going to take him away. ”

Xu Yuanxi smiled and shook his head:

"Of course I knew that when he woke up, he would definitely go. ”

When he said this, Xu Yuanxi's face was full of helplessness, and he continued:

"What I'm asking is, can I trust you with my suffering?"

Although Xu Yuanxi's expression was smiling, there was light in his eyes.

Bai Yunhuan looked at Xu Yuanxi and didn't speak, he raised his head to look at the sky, and only after a while did he say a word to Xu Yuanxi.

Xu Yuanxi smiled after hearing this, and then he felt that the suffering of his junior brother should be able to follow him.

Bai Yunhuan said:

"It's good to have a senior brother like you in suffering. ”

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(End of chapter)

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