Lingfeng rustling

Chapter 12 Hot Potatoes
With all his strength, he ran westward all the way, and finally reached Daxiangguo Temple.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the air was wrapped in cool air. The leaves of the ancient apricot tree in front of the Daxiangguo Temple were rustled by the wind.

Today is a good day to kill and sell.

Su Siling sighed inwardly, and thought bitterly: Can't those idiot assassins reappear after they leave?
Su Siling jumped up and jumped over the wall lightly, but didn't want to step on a wild cat looking for food at night when he landed.

The cat's tail was stepped on, and it immediately howled heart-piercingly.

The sound was so miserable that two monks came over with sticks to check after hearing the sound.

Su Siling hurriedly said: "It's me, it's me, Su Siling. Master Wangyou, Master Wangan, keep people under the stick!"

Wangyou and Wangfan came over to take a closer look, and then Monk Wangyou said, "Why did Su Tanyue climb over the wall in the middle of the night, I thought it was a bad guy."

Su Siling smiled embarrassingly: "There is a reason for the incident, it really offended the two masters."

Monk Wangfan said: "Did Su Tanyue come to find the divine doctor? Right now, the divine doctor is playing chess with the abbot in the meditation room."

Others said: "If you have an appointment, don't come to stay in the middle of the night. I'm free to knock on the chess pieces and drop the lanterns."Her master and the abbot had a good relationship, they played chess in the middle of the night and stayed up until dawn.

The two old men are really full of energy!

Without them leading the way, Su Siling went to the Zen room without any hesitation.

Only one oil lamp was lit in the meditation room.On both sides of the chessboard, two old men sat cross-legged, and the abbot was holding a sunspot in his hand and was about to make a move.

With a creak, the door was pushed open tremblingly by Su Siling.

Hearing the movement, the two old men turned their heads.

The dim light of the oil lamp set off their expressions very strangely, Su Siling was stepping on the threshold and was almost tripped.

Flesh and Bones looked at Su Siling's loose hair, and said, "Look at you girl, you're flustered, you don't look like a girl."

The tone seemed harsh but actually full of indulgence.

The abbot smiled and said nothing.

Su Siling called "Master" obediently, and then saluted the abbot.

"Teacher is in trouble." Su Siling complained.

Then he explained everything that happened to the flesh and bones.

After explaining, Su Siling made a melancholy expression on his face, and secretly glanced at the flesh and bones.

Flesh and bones pondered for a while, then raised his head and looked at the abbot.

The two have known each other for many years, and the abbot immediately understood the meaning of flesh and bones without any words.

The abbot nodded, and then said: "In that case, the things can be left to the old monk for safekeeping."

Hearing this, Su Siling heaved a long sigh of relief, with an extremely sincere smile on his face, he bowed to the abbot and said, "You are the best abbot Wuchan."

Flesh and bones gave Su Siling a look, and said angrily: "Then you will be a female disciple under the abbot's sect!"

"Master..." Su Siling begged for mercy while shaking his fleshy sleeves.

I was planning to stroke my beard and pretend to be angry for a while, but seeing Su Siling's tired face, thinking of her being chased and killed, and running so far in fear, my heart hurts When she got up, she was asked to find a hut to rest.

The two old men picked up their black and white pieces and continued to stay up all night fighting.

Flesh and white bones dropped a white piece, and said with emotion: "The bloody storm is coming!"

Abbot Wuchan nodded emphatically, dropped a sunspot and surrounded and killed a group of whites.

"You bald donkey, you lied to me!" Flesh and White Bones cursed at Abbot Wuchan with his beard blowing.

"You quack doctor, come again if you don't accept it!" Reciprocity, Wu Chan rubbed his beard with two fingers, raised his chin, half-closed his eyes, and said sideways at the flesh and bones.

The image of an eminent monk who attained Taoism on weekdays has gone to nowhere.

(End of this chapter)