Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"The mountain road is slippery. I've been used to it for a long time, but the benefactor..."

"It doesn't matter. My brother is good at martial arts." Rong Shen said with a smile. He didn't look worried at all.

The monk with scar wanted to say something more, but he opened his lips, closed them again, read a Buddha's name, and went to the yard to cut firewood.

"Master, you were chopping firewood when we went up the mountain yesterday. Why are you chopping firewood today? There are only three teachers and disciples in the temple. You don't need so much firewood, do you Rong Shen sits on the chair that Cheng Xiu takes out, puts his hands in his sleeve, and asks curiously.

Cheng Xiu stood beside her and reached for her cloak.

Even if she is not afraid of the cold, she will subconsciously do all this for her.

The monk with scar went down with an axe and cut the firewood in half. Hearing Rong Shen's question, he bent over to take the new firewood and replied: "firewood can be sold down the mountain."

Rong Shen nodded.

She looked at the stump for firewood cutting, with no expression in her eyes. She seemed to be in a daze.

Monk with scar takes a box from the kitchen cabinet. The box is a pair of old black and white chess pieces. Cheng Xiu and song echo sit in the yard and play chess.

In fact, what Rong Shen is looking at now is what yuan Xun saw.

Yuan Xun was not far behind the little monk, but the little monk in front didn't find him. The little monk was carrying a basket and a firewood knife in one hand.

Not long after he left the temple, he broke a branch and walked on the ground to avoid slipping.

The little monk walked behind the temple. Yuan Xun followed him all the time.

At first, the little monk didn't show anything unusual. He seemed to be really looking for wild vegetables. Rong Shen could only look at it. Yuan Xun was not impatient and walked behind him. When he should stop, he stopped and looked around from time to time.

On the contrary, it seems to be a pleasure trip.

Rong Shen also looked at the landscape all the way.

Seeing the little monk's basket full of herbs and wild vegetables, he suddenly found a place with hay to sit down.

Seems to be tired.

Rong Shen thought that the young monk would return to the temple after a short rest, but when he finished his rest, he stood up and walked in the direction of the temple.

But when he got to one of the forks, he didn't hesitate to go on the opposite side of the temple.

Rong Shen, who was already sleepy, was shocked, and his body, which had been leaning towards Cheng Xiu, could not help sitting upright.

Cheng Xiu took a look at her, took the tea and handed it directly to her lips.

Rong Shen slightly lowered his head, took a sip, and continued to look at Cheng Xiu instead of the monk with scar.

The monk with scar finally stopped cutting firewood. He put all the firewood under the courtyard wall, took out a wooden box from the kitchen and went into the room where he lived last night.

The old monk was going to live in the same house.

Song Huisheng couldn't help looking up at him. Monk scar noticed it and explained, "it's time to mend the window in the master's room."

Last night when he assigned the room, he said that because the window of the old monk's house was broken, he let the old monk live in the kitchen.

At the moment, in a bamboo forest behind the temple, the little monk slowly walked down the mountain with bamboo. He didn't go far and vaguely saw a tomb under the bamboo.