Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 273 Bloodthirsty Banshee
similar in appearance?The astonishment in Lian Qingcheng's heart was only for a moment, and then he suddenly thought, could the woman mentioned by the monk Jiechi be Jili's mother?

Seeing Lian Qingcheng's suddenly enlightened look, the monk Jiezhi said slowly again: "The poor monk and that noble lady are old acquaintances. After Ji Ji's adulthood, he would come to the small temple in the mountain for a few days every year to enlighten. It’s been a few years since I’ve been here.”

"So that's the case." Lian Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "By the way, why did the master bring Qingcheng to the scripture room? Could it be that there is some secret in it?"

"It's not a secret. The poor monk just doesn't want to disturb the peace of the small temple because of certain things, and all of this is caused by the benefactor. As long as the benefactor stays here, the poor monk will protect the benefactor's safety." , There is also a sense of compassion in his speech.

Lian Qingcheng laughed, lowered his eyes and put the teacup on the simple table, "I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you for a lifetime. If others really make up their minds to harm me and succeed, then Qingcheng's skill is not as good as others. It’s because his skill is not as good as mine, but it’s just like a game, where the stakes are life and death, if the master doesn’t understand this point, how can we talk about Qingxiu?”

After speaking, Lian Qingcheng stood up and wanted to leave the scripture room.

But Monk Jie Chi took a step sideways, blocking Lian Qingcheng's way, "Sir, why bother, please stay in the scripture room, and the poor monk will inform the Almighty tomorrow morning, and then ask him to send someone Take the donor back."

"What if I have to go out today?" Lian Qingcheng's eyes stopped on Monk Jie Chi, and he stepped forward a few steps.

"This..." Monk Jie Chi took a few steps back and leaned against the door with his back. After a while, he said: "How about this, since the benefactor thinks that everything is just a game, why don't you compete with the poor monk?" In a game, if the benefactor wins, the small temple in the mountain will allow the benefactor to come and go."

"Okay." Lian Qingcheng readily agreed, then turned around and sat back at the original place.

Monk Jie Chi put the chessboard on the table, "Please."

"Guess first." Lian Qingcheng casually grabbed a few chess pieces in his hands and held them on the chessboard.

The cherry blossoms outside the window were washed clean by the rain in the past few days. The pink and tender color makes people like it. This time I didn't even think about it, as if I guessed where the monk would be, and the chess was played faster and faster.

"Sponsor, this game of Go is all about calmness of mind and sharp eyesight. Why do you play chess like this?" Monk Jie Chi asked curiously.

Another piece was settled, and Lian Qingcheng pinched away the white pieces surrounded by his own black pieces, and said: "First, when the master wants to use this go to trap me, your heart is already restless. Come on... please forgive Qingcheng for speaking bluntly, your chess skills really stink, and you are not as good as my Xiaosi."

Speaking of Xiao Si, Lian Qingcheng's eyes flashed an imperceptible sadness, which was fleeting.

Monk Jiechi stayed alone in this small monastery. Even though he often studied chess records, he still lacked some contingencies when playing chess with others.

After listening to Lian Qingcheng's words, the monk took another look at his discarded piece on the chessboard, and laughed haha, with a hearty voice, "The poor monk is willing to gamble and admit defeat, but the poor monk still has to persuade the benefactor ..."

"Master, you don't need to persuade me, I know what I'm doing." Lian Qingcheng said firmly, and casually threw the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard. In an instant, a good chess game was smashed into pieces

She naturally understands that the Great Monk is merciful and doesn't want to see killings, but even if there are casualties, she is out of the door today, Lian Qingcheng is out of the samadhi, Baili Yaoyue will be in the palace of King Ji every day, and Jili will live under the supervision of the emperor every day Down.

Now that Baili Yaoyue is committing suicide by herself, how can she have any reason to hide?
"Amitabha." Monk Jiezhi put his hands together and recited a Buddha's name.

Lian Qingcheng finally stepped out of the scripture room. The scenery in the small temple in the mountain was extremely exquisite. Lian Qingcheng broke off one of the shining cherry blossoms and held it in her hand. She felt much better and left soon. To the rear of the temple.

Here is a different scene, giving people a feeling of loneliness. The flowers are not as luxuriant as the trees in the front yard, and even the branches and leaves are scattered.

Just like the moment Lian Qingcheng stepped out of the door, the monk Jiezhi said, if you leave the scripture room, you will definitely be caught in a bloody storm.

The monk's words came true very quickly, Lian Qingcheng had just stepped into the backyard for a while, and there was a burst of wailing from the front yard.

After the crying, there were bursts of noisy shouts, as if someone was looking for something.

After Lian Qingcheng arrived in the front yard, he was surrounded by people before he could stand firm.

This group of people seemed to be farmers at the bottom of the mountain, and they were dressed in plain clothes, but at this time these people no longer had the simplicity and simplicity that farmers should have, but were replaced by a layer of violence.

They all held farm tools in their hands and pointed at Lian Qingcheng horizontally, but no one dared to go forward to Lian Qingcheng, who looked like a weak pregnant woman.

"Brother Tieniu, it's her, it's her."

The man called Tie Niu was the only strong young man among the group who was holding a big knife. Seeing that the man confirmed Lian Qingcheng, he immediately raised the big knife, "Demon girl! How dare you fight in broad daylight?" Hurt people's lives!"

"Sorceress?" Lian Qingcheng didn't figure out what the group of people were talking about for a while, so he just asked a question.

"Don't try to quibble, today I, Tie Niu, will act on behalf of the heavens and kill you, a demon girl, to comfort my brother's spirit in the sky!"

"This strong man kills people without nodding his head. I'm not afraid, but this makes me die for no reason, and doesn't even give me a chance to defend myself. Isn't that a bit too arbitrary?" Lian Qingcheng was fearless in the face of danger, his eyes were like a torch, and he looked at Tieniu, "If it turns out to be a wrongful killing, how can a strong man pay for his life?"

Tieniu was taken aback for a moment, and then he said firmly: "Er Leng's words can't be wrong! Let me ask you, are you pregnant for more than 10 months?!"

"So what?" Lian Qingcheng covered her stomach vigilantly.

"Then what the witch said can't be wrong! The witch is pregnant but not giving birth, and needs to drink human blood to nourish the fetus! The people in my village must have been harmed by you! Take your life!" The more Tie Niu said, the more furious he became, Holding the big knife directly, he chopped off at Lian Qingcheng's head.

Lian Qingcheng hurriedly avoided to go elsewhere, but bumped into a broad embrace.

"Witch? Suck human blood?" Ji Li laughed, showing his white teeth, "When did my wife acquire such a hobby? Why didn't my husband know?"

(End of this chapter)