Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

It seems that in order to confirm what song Huisheng said, a scholar in green came in from the outside. The scholar was holding a carved Buddha in his arms. There was a crack on the Buddha, which seemed to be in danger.

The little monk's eyes flashed, and he looked back at the monk with scar.

He found that the monk with scar was also looking at himself. After a moment of silence, the little monk bent over and grabbed the hair of the demon way and went out. When he came to song Huisheng, he stopped and said, "go out and talk."

Rong Shen slightly raises his eyebrows, takes a look at the monk with scar, and goes out with Cheng Xiu behind the little monk.

The remaining three also turned and went out one after another. Only monk with scar stood in the corridor and did not move. His eyebrows drooped, like a stone statue without any emotion. The cold wind blew in from the outside of the corridor, rolled up his robe and dried his sweaty palms.

With a clang sound, a delicate dagger fell out of his sleeve and fell to the ground. The recently polished blade flashed cold light.

The monk with scar looked down at the dagger. He bent over to pick it up, turned and walked into the room.

And Rong Shen and others followed the little monk to the yard, and went all the way to the outside of the temple. It was so dark that even the moon didn't come out. Only a few candles were flickering in the temple, as if they would be blown out by the night wind.

Standing outside the temple, the little monk left the demon way in his hand and turned to look at the Buddha statue held in his arms by Song Wei. He said: "the demon way found me and said that as long as I absorbed the things on the Buddha statue, my elder martial brother's life could be extended. I cooperated with him. I wanted the power on the Buddha statue and he wanted the mountain ghost to hide in it."

The little monk said what he knew in one breath, "that's all I know. If you want revenge, just rush at me."

With that, the little monk stood there, waiting without expression.

Can allow deep wait for a person, no looking at him, who also didn't start.

After waiting for a while, the little monk couldn't wait any longer. He simply asked in a voice, "if you don't plan to do anything, I'll go. Take him and leave here. Don't come in the future."

With that, the little monk hesitated and took a step towards the temple. Seeing that the others still didn't move, he pursed his lips and raised his feet to go quickly.

Just at this time, Song Wei, who had never made a sound, suddenly called him, "wait a minute."

The little monk steps and looks back at Song Wei. Maybe he didn't expect that Song Wei would stop him. His face is a little incredible.

Song Hui, who was standing beside Song Wei, saw it and immediately sneered and said, "what? Do you think your husband won't bother you? "

The little monk, who was said to be in his mind, became stiff and stiff the next moment. He didn't speak and didn't mean to resist. It seemed that no matter what song Wei was going to do, he would suffer.

As his elder martial brother said, since he did things by himself, no matter what the consequences may be, he will suffer by himself.

But Song Wei took a step towards him and handed him the Buddha statue carefully. Facing the surprised eyes of the little monk, Song Wei said, "it's you who made the Buddha statue like this. In the future, it's up to you to worship the Buddha statue and make up for it slowly."

The young monk was stunned to catch the cracked Buddha statue. For a long time, he pursed his lips and asked, "aren't you afraid that I have absorbed the only thing left in the Buddha statue?"