Monk, let go of that little zombie

Xuansu heard that Chu Xia had returned, and walked towards the monk's room at the end of Dongdong with a bowl of raisins.Not only did Liu Dafu donate money, but he was also very kind after returning home, pulling a cart full of grapes to the temple.

There are not many monks in the temple, so many grapes can’t be eaten at once, but the grapes can’t be kept for long, so several monks in the back kitchen discussed and simply dried the grapes to make raisins.

Today, the raisins are just beginning to grow, so Xuansu will naturally use them to please Xia Chu at the first time.

As a result, he had just walked to the door and was about to knock when he heard Xia Chu's suppressed panting voice from inside the room: "...um... you, can you be gentle... Don't you know that this kind of thing has to be done slowly. "

Then came the voice of the master uncle: "It will hurt sooner or later. If I take it lightly, your pain will last longer. Relax, don't be tense..."

The little monk Xuansu opened his mouth wide and almost dropped the bowl of raisins in his hand. When he came back to his senses, his face was flushed, and he returned to the back kitchen with an expression on his face that had been struck by lightning.

Xuanzhen greeted him and saw the raisins in his hand: "Huh? Don't you like raisins?" It stands to reason that this sweet and sour taste should be very suitable for Xia's taste.

Xuan Su glanced at him lightly: "Junior Brother Xuan Zhen, please pinch me."

"Ah?" Xuanzhen was half-headed, confused, "Senior Brother Xuansu, what's wrong with you? Did Master Xia bully you?"

He said in a low voice: "Benefactor Xia has a bit of a mouth, he likes to make jokes, and he is quite a nice person. Besides, he belongs to the master's uncle, so let's take care of it."

"I may have discovered a huge thing." Xuan Su said quietly.

"What's the matter?" Xuanzhen gave full play to the gossip that he couldn't get rid of at his age.

Xuansu: "I can't say." Then, he floated away like a soul holding a raisin.

Since then, every time Xuansu sees Xia Chu, he will look at him with embarrassing eyes, and when he meets Xia Chu's eyes, he will look away like an electric shock, making Xia Chu bewildered.

This day when Xia Chu was eating in the cafeteria, Xia Chu suddenly remembered: "My dear Xuansu, how are the raisins in our temple doing?"

As soon as he said raisins, Xuansu trembled all over, his face turned red, like a monkey's butt.He quietly glanced at Dong Mo, and was looking at Shang Dong Mo's eyes, his legs softened in fright, and he stammered: "It's, it's ready, I... I, little monk, I'll go and get it now." .”

Turn around and run.

Xia Chu glared at Dong Mo: "Monk, what's wrong with your grandson?"

"How would a poor monk know?" Dong Mo lowered his head and drank the soup slowly.

Xia Chu touched the bruises on his face that hadn't dissipated: "Could it be that you were frightened by my handsome face?"

Hearing this sentence around - the monks who watched and ate melons every day lowered their heads to hide the smiles they almost showed.

Such shameless words, only such a weirdo as Xia Benefactor has the courage to say them.

After eating, Xiachu left the cafeteria with a large bowl full of raisins and Dongmo. After returning to the monk's room, when he was about to take a nap, he found that Dongmo had taken out the universe bowl.

Before the end of winter, he had explained to him that it was Shi Jing's body that was attached to the little boy, causing the boy's temperament to change drastically and possessing extraordinary power.However, because of this matter, Jing used the reformed Erxian Julinglu to absorb the evil spirit and obey the command of the evil spirit, so after condensing into the main body, it was very fierce.

At the end of winter, throw the essence of things into the Qiankun Bowl, refine the evil spirit contaminated by it, and then depending on the situation, transform it or kill it.

This time Xia Chu didn't doze off anymore, leaned over and looked into the Qiankun Bowl, there was nothing there: "Eh? What's the matter, are you dead?"

When he looked towards Qiankunbo before, he could still see a dark mass inside.

Dong Mo bent his fingers and tapped the surface of the bowl: "If you don't want the poor monk to be rude to you, you can transform yourself."

Hearing Mo Dong's cold words, Xia Chu turned his head to look at him, remembering how cold this monk was when he was first taken into the Qiankun Bowl.

But thinking about it carefully, although Dong Mo's expression was cold at that time, and the words he said were unbearable, but he didn't feel the killing intent in Dong Mo.

However, at this moment, Xia Chu could clearly feel that there was a faint killing intent in Dong Mo's words.

The Jing of Things in Qiankunbo probably also sensed that something was wrong, and slowly took shape.To put it bluntly, the essence of things is based on qi, which cannot be seen clearly or touched, but when it appears, it can take advantage of this characteristic to change into any form.

It resolutely turned itself into a transparent human shape. It couldn't speak, but it was conscious. With a wave of its hand, four words that were transparent but could be seen appeared on the top of its head: Master, spare your life!

Xia Chu let out a chuckle, thinking that this thing looked funny: "Can you transform into other shapes?"

Shijing nodded, and obediently disassembled his group and reassembled it, and finally turned it into a transparent cake shape. At first glance, it was quite novel.

"I promise not to harass human beings again." A line of words appeared on the cake.

Mo Dong has no expression on his face: "You were born to harass human beings for a living. If you are let out, you will harm one party sooner or later."

"No, no." Probably out of shock, the condensed cake dissipated in an instant, and he quickly expressed his meaning, "I will never!"

Mo Dong ignored it, turned around and asked Chu Xia: "Do you like it?"

"?" Xia Chu looked blank, "I'm fine and I like to do things, and I'm fine."

Dong Mo coughed lightly: "The meaning of the poor monk is that it has not killed anyone after all, and the crime is not worthy of death. But if it is released, the world will suffer. The poor monk thought, let it form a contract with you, and give it a The secondary body is for you to send."

"In the future, you will be its master. If it confuses the world at will, you have the right to kill it." After a pause, he continued, "Its power to disrupt people's minds is not small. If you are in danger, you can also use it to defend against the enemy." .”

Xia Chu's eyes lit up. This is a good thing that can't be found even with a lantern, so he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."

A smile flashed across Dong Mo's eyes, and he looked at the master again: "You heard what the poor monk said just now, are you willing to accept it?"

The matter was wronged, and it took a long time to condense two words: accept.