Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"Let's see it tonight." Rong Shendao.

When they returned to the temple, the gate of the temple had been closed. From the outside, they could see the lights and the voices of people talking inside.

One of them was the monk with scar in the daytime, and another was extremely slow and hoarse. It should be the old monk who meditated in the room during the daytime and didn't show his face. The rest of his clear voice should be the little monk who worked in collusion with the evil way.

Just the clear voice of the little monk, it is hard to doubt that he would collude with the demons.

Song Huisheng steps forward and clasps the iron ring on the temple door. The voice inside stops suddenly.

The clear voice rang out, and closer to the door, "is there anyone going up the mountain so late?"

The next moment, the door of the temple was opened from inside, and the yellow light came out of the temple. The little monk, whose chest was a little lower than Rongshen, stood in the door and looked at Rongshen four people with strange eyes.

The little monk is very good-looking, with red lips and white teeth. He has a pair of peach blossom eyes. Peach blossom eyes seem to be born with a smile. Even though he is wearing monk's clothes and shaved head, he looks more like a spoiled son of a rich family.

"Elder martial brother, are they the four pilgrims you received during the day? They seem to be coming back. " The little monk first read the Buddha's name to the four of them, then he turned back and yelled to the monk with scar inside.

Monk Dai scar was busy in the kitchen. When he heard his voice, he came out and was stunned when he saw Rong Shen.

"Younger martial brother, go to prepare the fast meal first." The monk with scar paused for a moment and said, "prepare more."

When the little monk turned around and left, the monk with scar read a Buddha's name to Rongshen and asked, "how are the four benefactors back?"

He asked a word of time also side body, will allow deep four people to go in.

Maybe Cheng Xiu didn't know about the monk with scar before. Song Huisheng was suspicious. When he passed the monk with scar, his eyes stopped for a while.

But it was only for a while. He was afraid that he would stay for a long time. Instead, he would attract the monk's attention.

"It's rare for us to go up the mountain. When we went down the mountain, we lingered for a while. Unexpectedly, at the foot of the mountain, the coachman who had agreed to wait for us at the bottom had already left. It was estimated that the gate of Yucheng City would be closed by walking back on two legs. We had to come back again. I'm afraid it would disturb us all night." Song Huisheng quickly put away his doubts and said to the monk with scar.

There was an apology on his face, but it seemed that he had a lot of words.

The monk with scar didn't doubt it either. When the four of them came in, he closed the temples and said, "since the poor monk came to this temple, the four benefactors are still the first group of pilgrims to spend the night. The temple is not big. I'm afraid they have to be wronged."

"It's good to have a place to stay. We have to thank Master." Song Dynasty and Hui Dynasty.

With scar and Shang chanted the Buddha's name, he said: "vegetarian food is simple. Let's have a rest after fasting. Poor monk, go to clean up two rooms for the four first."

There are only four rooms in the temple. If two rooms can be cleared up, it means that they will spare one room.

Song Huisheng thanks again, and then goes to the kitchen with Rong Shen and others.

It was a coincidence when they came. It was just when they were cooking. The little monk was burning a fire to cook, and his eyes were shining with fire.