Life Continuation Manual [Quick Transmigration]

10.

Wan Tongtang stood there with a dazed expression, his eyes fell on the somewhat messy green clothes through the shadow cast by the ivy, his body was stiff and dazed.

Invisibly, his defense has dissipated a lot.

"Chi—" Shi Xiaolou picked up the Buddhist scriptures on the table and put them in his wide sleeves.

He thought that the Taoist priest in front of him was really deceitful, and he could be persuaded with a few casual words... Unexpectedly, under the seemingly mature appearance of this Taoist priest, he was very deceitful.

From this point of view, there are two points of cuteness.

From this point of view, Shi Xiaolou's eyes on Wan Tutang are no longer the pure impatience and hidden deep disgust before.

"Have you been in this ancient temple before?"

The short silence that surged between the two was finally broken by Wan Tongtang. He looked at the simple courtyard around him, as if he still couldn't believe that a monster who loves lust and extravagance would stay in such a place.

"Thanks to you." After a while, Shi Xiaolou leaned against the stone table with a smile that was not a smile, and said slowly, "If it weren't for you, a Taoist priest, who wanted to take my life without asking right and wrong, I'm afraid I'm still hiding demons now. By the pond in the forest..."

As if recalling something, the porcelain cup in his hand tilted, and the herbal tea slowly flowed down the side of the cup, splashed into the light brown soil under his feet, and fainted in a circle...

Wan Tongtang stared at the wet land, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, "I was looking for a big monster that day, but I never expected that the big monster's hiding skills are really superb."

"So you took me for it?" Shi Xiaolou held the cup wall tightly for a moment, "Do you know that I almost died because of it?"

"Most of you monsters are cunning, let me see you—" The appearance is really not something in the mortal world, the teacher has something to say, and it is a disaster to be over-faced.Wan Tongtang still didn't say the following words, people always have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages at critical moments, the words made a detour in his mouth, he looked at the injustice in Shi Xiaolou's eyes, and sighed, " ... I was wrong."

"it was all your fault!"

"It was my fault."

"Do you dare to do it in the future?"

"..." Wan Tutang hesitated for a while, but said helplessly, "If you don't have the intention of harming others, I won't do anything to you."

"...Hmph!" The teacup in Shi Xiaolou's hand turned a corner in the air, and then landed steadily on the stone platform.

Wan Qitang: "..."

The green vines in front of the court are intertwined on the wooden frame, and when a gust of wind blows, the wooden frame makes a creaking sound...

If you look carefully, you can see that the white shadow in green clothes is harmonious.

……

The gate of the ancient temple.

The huge guard of honor has been looming on the bluestone road in the forest.

Chang Yuan stood directly in front of a group of monks, surrounded by the old abbot of Gucha Temple.

"Chang Yuan, your mind is disturbed."

The old host is already very old, with long pale eyebrows hanging on both sides, the skin on the cheekbones is loose, and his slightly squinted eyes make it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"A few days ago, you took in a pilgrim?"

"...Yes." Chang Yuan didn't say anything, in fact, it was the man who stiffened his face.After all, he acquiesced in the end, didn't he?

"Time, fate." The old host shook his head slowly, his eyes seemed to be on the still vague royal guard of honor, "So, my body is not as good as before. Chang Yuan, you Wait for me and welcome Feng Jia well."

The clever little monk had already stood behind the old abbot, he took a step forward to hold the old abbot firmly, nodded to Chang Yuan vaguely, and followed the old abbot slowly into the temple.

Until the figure of the old host could no longer be seen, Chang Yuan's expression remained the same.However, his heart is not so peaceful...

Feng Jia slowly approached the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, and he faintly saw the sedan chair engraved with a flying phoenix, and the phoenix, ready to fly, was holding her proud head up, step by step to the top of the mountain.

The fingers rolling the beads trembled, and Chang Yuan finally compared his eyes. What rolled in his throat was a name that was so familiar...

"Si Ming..."

Like a sigh.

In Fengjia, the beautiful woman played with a seductive smile on her lips, and her eyes flashed brightly.But after half a moment, she returned to calmness... Slowly put the handkerchief in her hand to her lips, and looked over again, there was no charm, but a piece of tenderness rippling in the blue waves like water.

"En?" Seemingly sensing something, Shi Xiaolou suppressed the depression in his heart.The surrounding incense lightly recedes, and what comes is a sticky sweetness.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and heavy rain was coming.

Wan Tutang frowned and looked at the sky, his usually calm face became a little more anxious.

"Here she comes!" he said.

she?

Who is she?

Shi Xiaolou suddenly raised his head, but was startled to feel a fishy sweetness in his throat.

The totem on the side face faintly had a sign of fever. He pushed away Wan Toutang beside him, turned and entered the room in a hurry, and closed the door tightly with force.

The Gucha Temple is a sign of the coming storm, no matter what, he has to get through this attack.

After all, there is still a person in the temple, and he must give his life to protect him.