Help! The ascetic and cold senior brother is actually a fallen demon villain

In the wind and snow, her jade-colored pleated skirt stood on the platform like fresh snow had just begun to fall. The frost caressed her cheeks lightly, blowing the black silk, and dyed her delicate face with two blushes.

What surprised Bai Qiao.

Her apricot-colored eyes seemed to be looking at the other side through the rolling red dust, and her eyes became distant and obsessed, filled with resentment and nostalgia.

What is she resenting?

"Little uncle?"

Hearing the woman's sweet voice, Jiang Ying's thoughts instantly dispersed and she turned to face her, "Ah? Qiaoqiao."

She moved the tips of her shoes and stepped forward to greet the person walking towards her. She pursed her lips and smiled, "You are also here in Qicheng."

Bai Qiao nodded, held the umbrella in his hand and tilted it toward her, "I'm here to buy some supplies for the three senior brothers. What about you, the snow is falling so hard, why don't you hold an umbrella?"

Kamikawa is known as the Island of Gods, and the snow that falls is naturally not ordinary snow, but spiritual snow that can invade the internal energy.

No one is idle enough to use their internal strength to resist the cold attack all day long. The simplest method is often the most effective. Since magic defense is too energy-consuming, wear a few more leather jackets and use physical defense.

"I came out to deliver something and will leave soon," she picked up the box she was carrying. "I'm waiting for the carriage to go to Gu Temple. The sect leader has something to do and is away from home. This is what he asked me to bring to the abbot. tea set.”

metropolitan?

Bai Qiao lowered her gaze. The square body was tightly wrapped in purple brocade, so outsiders couldn't tell what was inside.

"It just so happens that I'm going back to Gusi, so let's take my carriage."

There are regulations in the city that do not allow monks to fly with swords. From the ferry to the city gate, they must lower their swords. If the place you want to go is a long walk, you can travel by horse-drawn carriage.

Jiangying didn't refuse politely and followed her into the car.

A quarter of an hour later, the two arrived at Gu Temple. Bai Qiao had just gotten out of the car and when he raised his eyes, he met the young monk Miao at the temple gate.

When the young monk saw the pretty girl in a willow-yellow dress, he immediately surrounded her and seemed to be waiting for her. "Donor Bai, our abbot invited you to go to the Zen Temple, but he didn't say why."

He is just a messenger.

Bai Qiao said hello, while Jiang Ying bent down slightly and asked the young monk in front of her, who was several heads shorter than her, "Can I go with her? I have a tea set that I want to give to Abbot Ding."

She is Baili Shuokong's worshiping sister, and she invests a large amount of money in incense almost every year. Although she is not a Buddhist, the young monk can still see the strong aura of merit in her body.

Of course he would not refuse, he put his five fingers together devoutly, and lightly clasped a Buddhist bead in the tiger's mouth, "Amitabha, female donors, please do as you please."

This Zen temple is built in an empty mountain, surrounded by green mountains and green bamboos. When the wind blows, the waves sound.

There shouldn't be any sound of waves here, but I can really hear the waves, because there is wind on the bamboo tops, and the rustling sound is like the sound of the ocean tide.

When I first entered the Zen monastery, I saw a tall and thin monk wearing a yellow cassock, kneeling on a futon and worshiping the Buddha devoutly. He wore a golden pointed monk's hat, with an oval red dot on his forehead. He closed his eyes and looked calm, as if he had reconciled to the silence. The heaven and earth merge into one.

Abbot Ding was surrounded by kneeling monks, all of whom were sincerely chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.

Only by locking the door of your heart can you achieve enlightenment, let go of the hustle and bustle and forget your worries.

Someone came to inform, and the abbot was appointed to bow to the Buddha statue again and slowly stood up.

Bai Qiao didn't go in. They were waiting outside the Zen room. When the abbot came out, she noticed that the man's eyes stayed on Jiang Ying for a long time.

His eyes were extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water. Bai Qiao wanted to inspect further, but he had already withdrew his gaze.

"You two, follow me first."

The abbot did not ask why Jiang Ying came, and led them to the Zen room deeper in the Zen monastery. All the other monks were gathered in the Zen monastery, and the only monks who cleaned the Zen room were left here.

The three of them stepped onto the stairs. At the end of the white jade stairs, a monk wrung out a rag, cleaned the handrail, and threw the cloth into the turbid water basin.

The monk took the basin and went down the steps, preparing to clean the handrails below...

"Ah!" Perhaps he was too hasty. When he stepped on the step, he accidentally stepped on the empty space. There was no doubt that all the water in the basin spilled out, and the dirty water came towards the three of them!

Abbot Ding, who was at the front, saw him and subconsciously raised his arms to cover his face with his cassock. Jiang Ying stared, spread her fingers, and with her mutated ice root, she released her spiritual power to freeze the pouring turbid water.

While the cherry blossoms were freezing, Bai Qiao had come forward to save the monk who was about to fall down the stairs. She grabbed the water basin in mid-air with one hand and lifted the monk's arm with the other. She used Qinggong to land smoothly on the ground together with the basin. .

The monk was in shock. When he came to his senses, with trembling legs, he first thanked Bai Qiao, and then knelt on the ground in panic to apologize to Abbot Ding, "I accidentally soiled the abbot's favorite cassock, please punish me! "

What should I do? The abbot treasures his cassock! I would rather suffer pain on my own skin than let my cassock be touched by something dirty!

Last time someone accidentally spilled a drop of oil on it, and the abbot got really angry!

"Dogen," Abbot Ding read his name in a loud voice, "Why are you so inattentive? What should you do if you startle your distinguished guest?"

"Yes, yes! It's the disciple's fault!" He seemed to be scared, and his words were trembling.

Abbot Ding straightened out the wrinkled cassock and cleared his throat, "That's it. The cassock is clean and intact. You can pack it up and go down."

When he learned that his cassock was not dirty, the monk nodded excitedly and walked away quickly carrying the basin.

It was not far from the Zen room, and within a few steps they reached the Zen gate. Dingyi asked them to sit down, but Jiangying refused.

Because she only came to deliver tea sets, and the person the abbot was looking for was Bai Qiao, it was not convenient for her to stay for a long time.

After putting down the things to send, Jiang Ying was about to leave.

"Almsgiver, stay here," no one expected Abbot Ding to stop her, "Donoress, why don't you plan to stay? As far as the poor monk knows, your little disciple has decided to stay in this temple."

When he mentioned Yang Yun, Jiang Ying froze for a moment. After a while, she calmed down her emotions, raised her lips and smiled, "I won't bother you anymore. He certainly has his own reasons for staying the night. I still have something to do in Sanlangou, so I'll leave first." ”

After the woman said this, she left the meditation room.

After that, Abbot Ding closed the wooden door of the Zen room. He came to a corner in the room, pressed the button, and took out a dark brown sandalwood box.

"Donor Bai, this poor monk heard that you will summon spirits."

Bai Qiao: "I know a little bit."

The abbot placed the rectangular box on the table behind her and did not open it. "The poor monk has a request. Hidden here are the Buddhist beads worn by my friend Master Li Pei. He just passed away a few days ago. I have been dreaming about him when I went to bed recently." …”

The monk had no further words. His intention was obvious, that he wanted to meet the master through soul-calling and reminisce with his friends.

It was just a small request. Bai Qiao agreed and turned around to check the sandalwood box.

The moment she put her left hand on the sandalwood box, the monk's face changed.

A malicious look...

Realizing that Bai Qiao had been vigilant all the time, You Glaze also looked back. The scene in front of her shocked her heart. She flapped her little wings and flew in front of her, "Heir, be careful, that old bald donkey is sneaking up on you and wants to attack you!"

Hush

Bai Qiao raised her index finger and silently made a lip shape to signal You Glaze not to worry. She narrowed her beautiful peach blossom eyes and chanted a spell in her heart to create a fire talisman.

Of course she knew that the fire talisman in her hand was meant to deal with him...