It was night, and the pouring rain was pouring down, accompanied by bursts of "kalala" thunder. The black rumbling night sky occasionally shone brightly, and arcs of electricity that seemed to tear the sky bloomed inappropriately. A dilapidated oil lamp was lit in the hut in the backyard wing, and the flickering candle flame was very dim. A small head curled up under the window, immersed in a book, was reflected in the bursts of lightning outside.

Fluttershy is overjoyed as she looks through a yellowed and old book of mind recipes, on which are written four large characters: "The Heart Sutra of Wushang". The book was a little worn, the paper was yellow, the corners were wrinkled, and there were even some shortages and damages, but the owner of the book was very careful, and he smeared the batter with shredded paper, and patched up a strip along the edge of the book, and the spine part was carefully sewn together, and it was very firm. But Fluttershy cherishes her treasures! His little hands tremble slightly with excitement, and he carefully opens one page as if it were a precious piece of jade or porcelain.

Master Ranga was invited by Elder Tingyu, and he was the only one left in the room. I heard that something big seemed to have happened in the martial arts, but Fluttershy was really a child, and he was obviously indifferent to these tedious things, he still cared about this book of mental secrets, and this was also what the master told him to read carefully before leaving.

After about half a pillar of incense, the sound of rain outside gradually decreased, and the sound of strings of ticks was clearly audible. Fluttershy yawns, reaches out and rubs her eyes, glancing out the window. Suddenly, a flash of fluorescence floated outside the window, and he couldn't help but be startled, then rubbed his eyes again, and looked out hard, but this time he couldn't see anything.

Fluttershy, who always senses that something is wrong, slowly crawls to the window, stretches her little hands and pushes open a window with great effort, intending to look out. However, it was so dark outside that he couldn't see anything, and a cool breeze mixed with drops of rain poured down on Fluttershy's face, swishing and cold to the bone marrow, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, quickly tighten his neck, and couldn't help but close his eyes, and then spat casually.

It didn't matter, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a strange face, and at this moment, a thunderbolt smashed down, lighting up with a burst of light, which made that face quite weird. Fluttershy screamed "ahhh

"Stinky boy, phew, spit on me, you say I'm a human or a ghost!"

Fluttershy froze, gritted her teeth, and poked her head out of her pretended composure to make sure that strange face was really gone. The trembling movements couldn't hide the fear in his heart at all, his heart beat very violently, and the sound of "dong dong" was so deaf that it seemed to be about to jump out!

A warm, moist breath inadvertently spewed out of the back of his head, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, and now he could see the strange face! The old man was angry, and pointed at Fluttershy with his hands on his waist and scolded, "Look at my face!"

Fluttershy looked up and looked at him in a daze, and the disgusting spit star was sticking to his thick beard, which he had accidentally sprayed on his beard, and he couldn't help but clutch his belly and laugh when he thought of it.

When the mad monk saw him laughing, he became interested, stretched out a big hand and put his ear on his ear and said, "What are you laughing at! Be careful that I pull your ear off!"

A burst of hot pain came instantly, and Fluttershy looked at the crazy monk, afraid that he would really pull off his ear, and hurriedly said, "Don't, please! I'll give you whatever you want!"

This sentence had an effect, and the mad monk grinned, "Okay, okay, do you have anything interesting on you?" Take it out and play with me. After that, he rubbed and pounded on Fluttershy's body, and his hand was not very strong, but he just let him arm him, and Fluttershy was itching to roll back and forth on the bed, tears flowing, laughing and begging for mercy, "You...... This madness and ...... Shang, myself...... Before he could finish speaking, the mad monk suddenly stopped, and Fluttershy felt strange to herself, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and turned his head to look, it turned out that the mad monk was staring at the little insect on his arm, silent.

That crystal little fat insect now looks much thinner than it was at the beginning, and the parts of its hands and feet are actually rooted in the flesh, growing together with its own flesh!

The mad monk reached out and rubbed it gently, the coldness that could be reached was silky and smooth, making people feel indescribably comfortable! The insect was so beautiful, the whole body was crystal clear, like a jade jade, and the mad monk kept rubbing and playing with it back and forth with his hand. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, as if he sensed that there seemed to be something strange about this bug. Immediately, with one finger, thousands of internal forces in the body were injected into the body of this insect at once, and the little insect was stirred by the internal force, and the white light flashed, and the cold air swished outward, and many tiny ice crystals slowly walked and climbed on Fluttershy's arm! Insect Fluttershy was startled when he saw that his arm was about to form a thin layer of brittle ice, and he hurriedly wanted to pull his arm back, but his strength could not match that of the mad monk, and his arm was tightly attached to that finger, and he couldn't move for half a minute. However, the mad monk's eyes revealed an expression of joy, as if he had never seen such a good toy, so he gravity and poured thousands of internal forces into him!

I only heard a "bang", and the crazy monk pulled his fingers back. The smile on his face suddenly froze, and his eyes flashed with consternation. He took a few steps back suddenly, his eyes fixed on the little worm, as if he were about to pounce. Fluttershy looked at him and said in a panic, "Don't!"

Suddenly, the mad monk's throat made two "lotus" sounds, and out of nowhere, a force came from nowhere, and like a leopard, he quickly pounced on the insect Fluttershy, hugged his arm, lowered his head and vigorously tore the insect on his arm. Fluttershy is taken aback and screams, "Let go of me, you madman!"