After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Jiang Yufeng originally wanted to have a good chat with Song Bihui about his relationship with the little nun.

But seeing him like this now, he had no choice but to put all these things behind him.

He took Song Bihui out of his arms, but saw that his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were dripping with cold sweat, and he looked weak.

"Did you have a bloody disaster recently?" Jiang Yufeng sighed deeply.

It was self-inflicted to open the door before, but now the door is changed, but the injury is even worse. After arriving, I don't know what will happen again.

Song Bihui's palm was dripping with blood at the moment, and the broken skin and flesh were sticking together with blood, making Jiang Yufeng feel his heart pounding when he saw it.

Is this what happened to him back then?It was childhood, and it was also the dream trip a year ago, but now, is he going to endure this heart-wrenching pain again?

Jiang Yufeng's expression was sombre.

It is true that people may not be unlucky all the time, but if they do get unlucky, it may kill someone.

The firewood room was tightly locked before, if he didn't come, what would Song Bihui do?

With no food, no water, and serious injuries, do these monks actually have the intention to kill?

He is ruthless and greedy for money, he looks like a bandit deep in the mountains.

He was glad that Song Bihui still had a place to live after he left him, but now it seems that he has stepped out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.

Song Bihui was not in good spirits at the moment, so he had to lean on Jiang Yufeng's shoulder in a daze, but the pain on his body kept making him sleepless.

The gardenia and sandalwood on Jiang Yufeng's body is always faintly surrounded.At this moment, it has become his greatest comfort.

What a thirsty person desires most in the vast and desolate desert is nothing more than a handful of clear water, which would not be exchanged for a thousand dollars, and a lonely person who walks into the night, only has the Big Dipper and the cold crescent moon in his eyes.

The wind from a few years ago has been blowing until now.

"That kid usually doesn't say a word, it's scary to look at."

"That's right, I also think it's better to stay away from him. Brother Mingming Jinghai kindly rescued him before, but he was snatched away by wild beasts just after leaving the mountain. Those who come out of Yangdong have a hard life, and they can easily kill people, so hurry up and go away."

In the silent night, someone was talking in a corner in a low voice, Song Bihui was holding a scroll of scriptures, but he heard it clearly.

At that time, the way of heaven in Yangdong was about to fall, and the magic circle set up by Jiang Yufeng was also on the verge of collapse. When he had to escape, he happened to meet a group of monks.

The Jinghai they were talking about was the monk who strongly demanded to bring him back to the temple.

He thought that he could meet another place to rely on, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

A foreigner, who is not clear, does not know the details, when he came to the temple and saw the pair of probing eyes looking at him, he realized that he should not be welcome here.

The incense in Tianmen Temple is not strong, but there are too many monks, and people's hostility will always be exposed immediately when interests are involved.

The candlelight in the night dances in front of the Buddha statue like pieces of scattered gold. When the wind passes by, the tongue of fire will lick the copper-golden candlestick.

At that time, the weak light illuminated the solemn Buddha statue on it, and the Buddha looked down at him, but he couldn't feel the slightest mercy and pity.

This is not his way.

Therefore, when Jinghai asked him one day if he would escape into Buddhism with him, he only thought of that familiar figure in fresh clothes like fire and wearing a mask in his mind.

He looked at Jinghai with his clear eyes, but finally shook his head slowly.

One day he will leave here and go to what the person called "Zeshan". He still has an agreement that he will not stay here for a long time.

What's more, his life is heavy and stubborn, and the Buddha will not save him.

Jing Hai was a little surprised at first, but finally accepted the reality.

He had seen his child's clear and deep eyes before, and thought that this person was also a person with a connection with Buddhism, but he didn't think that he was not interested in Buddhism.

This made Song Bihui seem to be different from others in every way, and his personality was taciturn, alienated and indifferent, which made the monks in the temple look down on him.

From then on, Song Bihui would always encounter something, or he would find that only his meals were missing in the back kitchen, or someone whispered behind his back when he was passing by.

Rumors are scattered, and people's words are terrible.

Even Mr. Jinghai will take care of him and reprimand those brothers who made mouth barriers, but the amount of words is enough to destroy the bones...

Until he had an accident outside, Song Bihui had no more to rely on, and the outsiders' point of attack became more and more obvious after that, and he no longer concealed it.

In the endless cold and dark night, fate will not give him half of it, everything is just a nightmare trapped in a cage.

Song Bihui thought in a daze, but felt Jiang Yufeng's fingertips gently slid across his cheeks, and for a moment, the soft handkerchief wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Ancestor, your hand is ill-fated, even when you were opening the door." Half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard Jiang Yufeng say, "Oh, I forgot, that was the injury of your previous "Song Bihui" place. "

Song Bihui gritted his teeth immediately.

But the man continued to whisper in his ear, "I still want to hear about your romantic past, and who is the little nun? As a master, I should be able to meet your confidant, the confidante, right?"

"Uh..." Song Bihui felt very complicated for a while.

It turns out that Jiang Yufeng still cares about this at this time?But this is obviously just a misunderstanding.

Moreover, who told him about this matter?

He bumped his head against Jiang Yufeng's shoulder in dissatisfaction, but Jiang Yufeng gently pressed his forehead.

"At this time, you still act like a baby with me." The man's voice was still faint.

He had just bandaged Song Bihui's hands with medicine, and applied a purification talisman, at least this would make him feel more comfortable.

But Song Bihui kept making noises, just like a restless cat, even Jiang Yufeng couldn't hold him.

"I will return." He could only sigh, and said with deep meaning, "You don't have spiritual power now, do you?"

Song Bihui was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly felt that there seemed to be a threat in it, and he was very sensible and did not move at that moment.

Zhong Yaoye's hair has almost been ripped off by herself in the past few days.

Although whenever she encounters a large dance scene like Mengxing, she will feel a headache.

After finally comforting some of the children who were crying and escaping from Mengxing, some who were fishing in the palace had to be pushed back into the door.

She really felt that she was like a ghost who catches children with disheveled hair all day long, she was tortured so much that she almost lost her immortal appearance.

I thought it would be a little easier when these troubles were over.

But Zhong Huaixu suddenly came to her one day and asked, "Master, why haven't senior and senior come out yet?"

"Ah!?" Zhong Yaoye was originally sitting in the hall drinking tea, but when he heard the sound, he almost spit out the whole tea, "The two of them haven't come out yet?!"

The two of them seemed to have been in and opened the door for a long time. Normally, at this time, they should come out at the latest.

A few days ago, she was thinking of bringing some longevity fruits from Zeshan back to have a good chat with Jiang Yufeng, but why did the two of them disappear as if they had disappeared out of thin air after entering the door?

Could it be that he suddenly disappeared again?

She got up immediately, and almost kicked the chair behind her over for a moment.

But as soon as she stood firmly, she suddenly heard the Mengxing Pagoda tremble suddenly, the copper bell on it rang several times, and the wind rolled all the way down to her side, pulling up her sleeves.

Zhong Yaoye frowned, but saw a strange dark air flowing down.

Mengxing is originally the immortal consciousness of Immortal Master Huai Ling, pure and solemn, why is there such evil spirit here?

"Something went wrong." She said coldly, and immediately summoned the talisman quickly and neatly.

But as soon as her evil spirit talisman appeared, the cloud of Yin Qi dissipated inexplicably.

It was as if all this was their illusion just now.

But Zhong Huaixu by her side still had a gloomy expression, obviously aware of something strange, she was silent for a while, but suddenly stepped forward and slapped her.

There was a momentary ripple in front of him, and a layer of transparent gray barrier instantly appeared in front of his eyes.

Strange patterns climbed up from the bottom, like thorny thorns, and suddenly covered the Mengxing Tower layer by layer.

Everything happened suddenly and unexpectedly.

Zhong Yaoye felt his heart skip a beat for a moment, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Someone actually controlled Mengxing?