The host was abducted by money

Chapter 691 Donor Wait Slowly (19)

Xuanqing went out from the back door of the monastery, and after a short walk, he arrived at the meadow mentioned by the moles.

It's just about five square meters of grass. The mole spirit's home is around here, and they play on this grass on weekdays.

That day, a naughty child who came to burn incense and worship Buddha with his family ran out from the back door of the temple, and happened to run into a few mole spirits.

What happened next is what the mole spirits said.

The mole spirits came out of the monster bag, saw the familiar grassland, all turned into prototypes, and ran happily.

The surroundings were safe, Xuanqing took Su Mu back to the temple.

Before going back, the mole spirit Lao Wu tugged at the corner of Xuanqing's clothes and wanted to give Xuanqing the knife that he didn't know where they were hidden.

Xuan Qing refused, and the fifth child took out his body again, but in the end he didn't find anything, so he said thank you, and watched Xuan Qing and Su Mu leave.

Su Mu accompanied Xuan Qing back to the temple, and the brothers who greeted him on the way looked at Su Mu on his shoulder in doubt. There were too many people asking, Xuan Qing also felt that something was wrong, so he returned to his own After the room, talk to Su Mu.

"Almsgiver, come down from the poor monk's shoulders."

Sumu jumped onto the table.

Xuanqing took the kettle and poured two glasses of water.

Su Mu sat on the table, picked up the water glass with his front paws, and drank.

"Almsgiver, in the temple, can you not sit on the poor monk's shoulders, it is quite inappropriate in the temple."

"Okay." The tea in the sumu cup had bottomed out, and Xuanqing poured another cup for her.

Xuan Qing thought that they had already discussed it, so he tidied up the room that he had not returned to for a long time, prepared to go out, and then...

"donor……"

Xuan Qing's tone was already filled with helplessness.

He looked at his chest, Su Mu drilled into his chest, only one head was exposed.

Her hair is silvery white and very conspicuous.

"You told me not to stay on your shoulder." Su Mu retorted with his words.

"That can't be like this, donor. It's not clear how men and women can accept each other, so please come down."

"Master, just treat me as a beast."

"Even so, the sex of the donor and the poor monk are still incompatible."

"Which gender does the Master think is relevant to you?"

Xuan Qing: ...

"The benefactor is joking, Xuanqing has liked to be alone since she was a child, and she has never been so close to anyone."

He was stubbornly holding on to this point, Su Mu had no choice but to jump from his chest to his cuff.

He poked his head out of his sleeves.

"Mage, is this good?"

Xuan Qing saw that she had regressed, and that she stayed in her sleeves, as long as she didn't show her head, others would not notice, so she stopped talking.

In order to prevent her from feeling uncomfortable, Xuan Qing deliberately bent her elbows and placed them on her abdomen, allowing her to lie comfortably in the sleeves.

When Xuanqing arrived at the room where the abbot, the abbot and other elders lived, the closed door had been opened, and his master, the abbot and other elders had finished talking.

The rest of the people dispersed, leaving only the abbot and the master among them.

Both of them were dressed in cassocks, with gray beards, and they had a cool and straight temperament.

"Master, abbot, Xuanqing is back."

He leaned down and bowed to both of them.

The two nodded, stroked their beards, and looked at Xuan Qing: "It's just right to come back."

Immediately, the two of them told him what happened in the temple.

Three days ago in the temple, the Yuancheng government asked the abbot to lead the soul of a corpse so that the government could find the real culprit.

Calculating the date of death of the deceased, two days have passed since the time of death. Logically speaking, the soul is still there.

(End of this chapter)