"Amitabha, the little monk Yaowang Temple monk Jingyi, I have seen two donors!" The young man who appeared in front of Mu Xinshu was a bald head, which Mu Xinshu had never thought of.

Jingyi is from Yakuoji Temple, which is a Buddhist sect that has heard of all pastoral books, and its reputation is higher than that of Shuxinmen. It is not far from the door of the heart of the tree, and it seems that this young, handsome monk is carrying a small medicine basket behind his back, and it seems that he should have come to the vicinity to collect medicine and practice. When he met Shizuichi, Mu Xinshu thought he was an enemy and almost started a fight, but Shizuichi caught his heartwood sword with one hand.

The cultivation of the early stage of the fourth meridian, beautiful and delicate appearance, although full of grace, is not lost manly, but also with a clean and slippery bald head, looks very self-contained, such a monk, but has a wonderful hand rejuvenation ability. Mu Xinshu a sword, the blood flowed for a long time, Jing Yi was from a small medicine box that he carried with him for a while, and he stopped the bleeding from Mu Xinshu's wound and put a medicine, just half an hour, Mu Xinshu felt alive.

Xu Nan was opening a pair of shiny big eyes at the moment, staring at the bald head sitting opposite her, looking carefully, with hot eyes, looking at Jing with red ears, keeping his head down, sitting cross-legged on the ground, silently reciting the scriptures.

"The monks of Yaowang Temple, are they all as handsome as you?" In the blink of an eye, Xu Nan tilted his head and looked at Jingyi with a smile, "Master Jingyi, what are you doing in Jiutian Mountain?"

Jing Yi raised his head and glanced at Xu Nan quietly, and found that Xu Nan's gaze had never left his bald head, and hurriedly lowered his head, "This female benefactor, the little monk is just a little novice in Yaowang Temple, and he can't be called a master yet! The little monk went to the Nine Heavens Mountain, and he went down the mountain to practice and collect medicine on the order of the family teacher!"

Xu Nan smiled at the corner of his mouth, Yaowang Temple is not only a sect of cultivation, but also a well-known Buddhist sect, and it is also a Buddhist sect famous for specializing in refining pills.

"You can go back!" Mu Xinshu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly looked up at Xu Nan, and there was no trace of expression on his expressionless face. Xu Nan was stunned for a moment, his expression became aggrieved, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, his eyes were rippling, and he looked pitiful.

"Senior brother......" dragged a long end note, Xu Nan flattened his mouth, and looked at Mu Xinshu distressedly, "You are not well injured now! you need someone to take care of you, and besides, it's me, I stabbed you, I can't just leave." ”

"Let you go, you will go!" Mu Xinshu's tone was stiff, as if he was too excited, pulling the wound on his chest, Mu Xinshu stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and a burst of anger made him red-faced.

Xu Nan looked at Mu Xinshu worriedly and with concern, lowered his head, and was silent for a while, before he raised his head and said, "Senior brother, why are you doing this?" I knew it was me who was wrong, but I didn't expect it at the time, you wouldn't dodge, I thought the sword stabbed over, you would dodge, but I didn't expect ......"

Mu Xinshu had a calm face, and looked at the stubborn Xu Nan in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart, "You stabbed me with a sword, I didn't blame you, and I won't blame you." I also gave you a chance, but you didn't catch it, and now you are still staying by my side, what are you doing? Running away with me? What do you want to do, I don't care, but I don't want people to follow, having you will only distract me, do you also want to see me arrested, tortured, and locked up in the back mountain for a hundred years?"

Xu Nan was silent for a while, she felt that Mu Xinshu's words were too ruthless and too impersonal. Looking at Mu Xinshu's gloomy expression, the tears in the corners of Xu Nan's eyes slowly flowed down, shook his head gently, wiped his tears and turned to leave.

Seeing Xu Nan's slender back disappear into the night, Mu Xinshu let out a sigh of relief and shook his head gloomily, this girl is really untouched, she doesn't know how thick the sky is, and her stubborn heart is too heavy, he can't let her continue to follow.

"Are you a disciple of Shuxinmen? You just let her go like this? It's night now, it's as dark as ink, aren't you afraid that something will happen to her?" Xu Nan's figure disappeared into the night, Jing Yi had been watching the conversation between the two from beginning to end, without saying a word, and when Xu Nan left, he curiously looked at the rest of the pastoral books.

Mu Xinshu glanced back at Jing Yi and said lightly, "What, what does Monk Jing Yi want to say? Could it be that I feel that I am too cruel to the girl who is with me?"

Jing Yi clasped his hands together, his face flushed slightly, "No, no, Amitabha!" The little monk just felt that the donor's treatment of the female benefactor was a little biased. Come to think of it, the donor is the disciple of the Shuxin Sect who asked the Shuxin Sect to issue a sect chase and kill order, right?"

Mu Xinshu's hand inadvertently quietly rested on the wooden sword in the heart of the tree at his waist, and looked at Jing Yi coldly, "What, Master Jing Yi also has an idea?

"It's still the little monk who saved the donor!" Jing Yi shook his head, looking at Mu Xinshu with a gentle face, with Xu Nan leaving, his conversation with Mu Xinshu seemed to be more and more free, "The donor laughed! The donor only needs to call the little monk Jingyi, and he can't be the word master! As for the affairs of your sect, the donor can rest assured that the little monk will not interfere! The Buddha said that everything has its own providence, cause and effect are connected, and there is little trouble with worldly things." ”

"Don't mess with mundane things, cause and effect are connected?" Mu Xinshu's face became a little strange, "Then I don't know Monk Jingyi, did your Buddha say that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter?"

Jing Yi was slightly stunned, but still nodded and said, "This is natural, why should the donor be like this, the little monk has been a monk in Yaowang Temple for more than ten years, and he should know a little more about the Buddha than the donor, I don't know ...... donor."

Jing Yi didn't finish his words, but when he saw Mu Xinshu in front of him without saying a word, he simply reached out and pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, and stabbed it straight into his chest! Jing Yi was shocked for a moment, only a few screams were heard, Mu Xinshu made a few decisive and resolute strokes, and poked a hole in his chest, and between the blood splattering, Jing Yi's face was red, and his eyes were dull!

"What are you ......" Jing Yi clasped his hands together, staring blankly at the pastoral book with a large blood stain on his chest, dumbfounded.

Mu Xinshu grinned at Jing Yi and smiled faintly, panting, and said in a trembling voice, "Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!" Monk Jingyi, I am seriously injured and on the verge of death, you can't always see death without saving me, don't think about sending me back to the Shuxin Gate, the disciples of the Shuxin Gate will kill me if they see me now!"