Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Monk Liaochen and Takashi Murakami looked confused.

Monk Liaochen was desperate for life, but Murakami was just curious.

What kind of torture did you go through before a boy like you was born? Isn’t carrying a voice recorder something only agents and reporters do?

Why are you so skilled!

Then the two of them heard Murakami Takashi's voice coming from the recorder, "After I tied him up, I cried so hard that my tears and nose fell..."

"Tears and snot fell together..."

"Fall together..."

As if he was playing with some interesting toy, the little monk Ben Le was having a great time. He kept saying these few words over and over again, and the whole corridor was filled with the echoes of Murakami Takashi.

"Don't let go!" Murakami couldn't help but complain, "It's so embarrassing, okay?"

However, the young monk Benle did not care about his shame, but looked at his master eagerly.

Monk Liao Chen only felt heartbroken.

This is the apprentice who was raised by himself in a mess, but he started stabbing himself in the back before he was an adult!

Sure enough, I owed you something from my previous life!

"Fall together...Fall together...Fall together..." The little monk Benle persisted, still playing those shameful words. Murakami even felt sorry for Monk Chen. He had such a naughty apprentice. , so heartbreaking!

Because of the little monk's troubles, Monk Liaochen's original intention of having a showdown with Takashi Murakami was gone. The two of them were like hot air balloons with the burner turned on. They were only a few minutes away from flying, but they were killed. With a click, the switch was turned off.

It's very uncomfortable.

Reluctantly, Murakami invited Monk Chen into the house to talk. Although he was a little dissatisfied, Chen thought about it and followed Murakami into the house.

At this time, the house had been reorganized, and black tea and cakes were placed on the table. The young monk Benle was very excited when he saw those exquisite cakes.

"It's delicious!" he shouted happily, pulling on his master's sleeve, "Master, master, can I eat those pastries?"

Monk Liao Chen was surprised to find that there were other people in the room, and he hesitated for a moment.

If there was only Murakami Takashi here, Monk Chen might just eat the big ones regardless, but now, when there were more people, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Hello, Master Liaochen." The young wizards all stood up and bowed to the old monk, but the honest monk was shocked.

"No, no, no!" He waved his hands quickly and said in a panic, "I am not a master, I am just a monk. Just call me Monk Luochen."

"That's it, Master Chen." Robert answered, "Speaking of which, do you know Murakami?"

Monk Liao Chen scratched his head. He didn't know how to explain this matter, so he could only say hesitantly, "Well, this, how should I put it, we know each other, that's it."

I kept mumbling for a long time, but in the end I didn't say anything useful.

The curiosity of the little wizards was also aroused, but looking at the old monk's expression, he probably wouldn't say it out loud, so everyone's attention was focused on Murakami Takashi again.

"Don't look at me, it's useless to look at me." Murakami Takashi said angrily, "Didn't I say it before? When I was entrusting a commission, I met an unlucky monk who threw a scripture at me and directly I was stunned, and when I got angry, I sent him to the police station."

Although the little wizards wanted to ask a lot of details, they did not continue to pester because they wanted to give the old man some face.

But the naughty boy didn't care about this. He blinked curiously and asked doubtfully, "Then what happened to the master we mentioned earlier who was crying so hard that his tears and nose fell all together?"

Master Liao Chen's hanging heart was finally put down, and then he was lifted up again, and his whole body felt bad for a while.

Can this apprentice return the goods? return the goods! It's now!

But the little apprentice’s eyes flicker and look cute...

wrong! This is a little devil!

Master Liaochen almost lost his Zen mind. He took several deep breaths to regain his composure. He needed to know that there is that kind of person in this world. At one glance, both men and women would be fascinated by his appearance.

The little monk Benle was lucky because he was adopted by the temple, and their temple was already famous for solving supernatural incidents, so he didn't have to worry about anyone doing evil things to him in the future.

That's all, just think of it as teasing the children.

Master Liaochen said helplessly, "You're such a brat! You were told to give me a bottle of anti-wolf spray, but after I sprayed it out, the damn nozzle turned out to be backwards, and it blinded me. One face.”

Murakami touched his nose in embarrassment. He was a little afraid to tell the other party that it was actually the reason for the Iron Armor Curse, because the Iron Armor Curse can prevent a lot of damage. When such irritating gas collides with it, the Iron Armor Curse can also defend against it. And rebounded.

The little monk Benle was stunned for a moment, then his eye circles turned red, his mouth tightened, and he could not cry out, "I, did I cause trouble to Master... I'm sorry, Master, I should experiment first before giving it to you." What you used..."

Seeing the pitiful appearance of his little apprentice, Master Liaochen still had no temper at all. He touched his little head and comforted him, "Okay, I didn't do this on purpose, did I? Remember to be more careful in the future. Do you understand?"

Little monk Ben Le nodded vigorously, with a serious face, "I will definitely take good care of Master!"

As he said that, he waved his little fist. Not to mention, it was quite cute.

Seeing his movements, the little wizards couldn't help but reach out and pinch his little cheeks, making little monk Benle feel aggrieved.

Why are you all pinching my cheek? My face feels swollen!

"But after we go back, we still have to copy the scriptures." Monk Liaochen looked at young monk Benle with a smile. A chill ran down his back, and he felt that something bad was going on.

"Although you were unintentional, after all, it caused very terrible consequences for me, Master." Master Liaochen said seriously, "First of all, my eyes were strongly stimulated. Master, I am old, and unlike you, I am slightly It will take a few days of rest to get better. Hey, don't tell me, I feel that my vision has declined a bit in the past two days. Every time I go to get a bowl, I worry about whether I will hit it."

These words frightened the little monk and he shouted quickly, "What?! Master, is your eyesight bad? Let's go to the hospital quickly! The doctor will definitely be able to help you cure your eyes!"

With that said, he picked up the old monk and ran out.