The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

When Zhan Ming entered the room, he still couldn't calm down for a while.

He has never experienced this kind of thing, and it is certainly not easy to calm down from the shock of the first sight.

It's just that no matter how surprised Ren Zhanming was, he didn't miss the news of Han Qing's arrival, but for Han Qing, Zhanming's feelings were very complicated.

Han Qing is the heroine's elder brother and also the heroine's first love.

Just this point alone is enough to think of countless bloody plots, and the subsequent plots do not live up to this bloody setting.

Han Qing and the heroine hit it off and became best friends, but the hero has a soft spot for the kind and strong heroine, while Han Qing, the white moonlight in the heroine's heart, never forgets his dead wife.

That's right, it was his dead wife. Xue Bing didn't live until the day when the official plot started. Her life came to an abrupt end after Han Qing left once, and the subsequent plot has nothing to do with her.

Zhan Ming lowered his head and twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand.

It seems that Han Qing's departure was this time.

The current heroine is still a carefree little girl of the Canglan Sect, while the hero is still struggling in the swamp of the Western Wilderness, unable to see the slightest light. The beginning of the hero's life should also be ten years later. It officially started after the massacre.

Zhan Ming figured this out, and his eyebrows relaxed a little. According to the setting in the original book, Han Qing is a real gentleman. Such fine qualities are rare in such a world.

It’s just that when the author serialized it, this setting was sprayed into scum by readers. The attribute of the Holy Father has long since lost its due appeal in this era, but Zhan Ming is very grateful for Han Qing’s attribute at this time. , because in this world, apart from the hero, he really doesn't need any more perverts.

It's just that he also remembered that because of his wife's early death, Han Qing became very depressed in his later life, so his cultivation base did not improve further, and he was still on an expedition later, in order to protect the heroine. Yes, this also marks the end of this bloody drama.

Zhan Ming couldn't help but sigh a little, it's true that good people don't live long, what a disaster...

Sigh... the male protagonist is not a scourge, but a little too paranoid.

Zhan Ming's mood was depressed for a moment, and then he cheered up again. Anyway, he is no longer the villain in the original book, so he will not repeat the tragic ending of the villain. It's not a scourge anymore.

Zhan Ming comforted himself in this way, and then he settled down in his heart. The most important thing at present is the predicament in front of him. The person who wantonly killed the disciples of Zhaohui Temple must be found out. This is what Zhan Ming faced after he went down the mountain. The first problem is also the most important one.

Zhan Ming had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and when he finally had a general direction, he finally walked out of the house, but when he came out, it was already dark.

As soon as he came out, he saw Xue Rin standing in the corridor, his body was slightly stiff, it seemed that he must have been waiting here for a long time, Zhan Ming frowned slightly, and walked towards him.

"Why are you standing here? But what's the matter?" Zhan Ming looked at Xue Rin's faintly blue face, and frowned.

Xue Rin pursed her lips, she still had that docile look, her expression didn't change much.

"The Patriarch sent someone here just now. He asked me to tell you that the eminent monk from Zhaohui Temple has arrived. Please go to the front hall to meet him."

People from Zhaohui Temple are here?

Zhan Ming's heart was shocked, and his face changed instantly.

"I see." Zhan Ming wanted to start immediately, but hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "You guide me."

"Yes, senior." Xue Lin said in a low tone.

Zhan Ming was anxious in his heart, he really wanted to know who the master master had sent to come here so soon, but what was embarrassing was that he didn't know the way, so he could only follow Xue Lin honestly.

And the guest house where they live is also a little far from the front hall, Xue Lin walks slowly, and Zhan Ming can't really ignore the Wind Walk at this time, Xue's family is not as good as Zhaohui Temple, and it is also a big family, if he is here Being too rude in such a formal occasion was not very good, so slowly, Zhan Ming's impatient heart stabilized.

And his eyes gradually turned to the back in front of him.

The child is very thin.

This is Zhan Ming's first conclusion.

In fact, this person is in such a difficult situation in Xue's family, so it seems reasonable to be so thin, but in Zhan Ming's view, he is too thin.

Immediately, a lot of pictures of Xue Rin suffering in his mind filled his mind. Thinking about it like this, he felt a little sad for himself.

In his previous life, Zhan Ming was a good-natured young man who was born in the spring breeze and grew up under the red flag. There was a further development in him.

Zhan Ming sighed for a long time in his heart, it seemed that there was no other way but to scold the whole Xue family.

Thinking of this, Zhan Ming sighed even more in his heart.

When the two of them were about to reach the door, Zhan Ming suddenly stopped Xue Lin who was leading the way.

"Xue Rin!" The name came out of his mouth suddenly, which even surprised him.

Xue Rin turned around to look at him, and Zhan Ming's slightly embarrassed face was reflected in his jade-like eyes. He looked so focused on people that Zhan Ming couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Xue Lin." He repeated it again, but it was more smooth.

He took out a flying sword from the mustard ring, the white awn star was the blank of the sword, forged with three flavors of real fire, and started with a golden meteorite. This sword was forged by Uncle Haizhi himself after he established the foundation. gifted to him.

Zhan Ming handed the sword to Xue Rin. He looked into his dark eyes with a gentle expression: "I see that your cultivation has improved in the past few days, so I will give you this sword."

Xue Lin is worthy of having a body of pure yang. It has only been a few days since Zhan Ming's exercise book was handed over to him, and Zhan Ming can already clearly feel that his aura is becoming more and more mellow.

Xue Lin looked straight at Zhan Ming, his eyes unblinking, with a power to see through people's hearts.

Zhan Ming felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and touched his nose lightly: "Don't you like it?" He was a little lacking in confidence, after all, this could be regarded as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha: "This sword was given to me by my uncle. But I haven't used it, you can refine it directly."

Zhan Ming's words are true, the way he practiced is not suitable for sword repair, and his sharpness is still not enough, so giving him this sword is regarded as a secret investment, but this child is different, Mr. Zhan Ming I feel that this child looks docile, but hidden behind it is a strong character, just like his name, as cold as winter, invincible.

"No." Xue Lin looked at Zhan Ming with a serious expression: "I like it very much." He pursed his pale lips, took the sword handed over by Zhan Ming, and held the hilt tightly, maybe because With too much force, his knuckles were faintly white.

The cold sword hilt made his hands tremble slightly, but there seemed to be a flash of fire in his dark eyes.

Zhan Ming smiled with relief: "It's fine if you like it. I'm older than you, and I promised your uncle, but I've been negligent about your practice these days. Don't take it to heart."

Xue Lin lowered his eyebrows, he shook his head lightly, and said in a low voice: "Senior, you're welcome, I...it's okay." His voice had a youthful clearness, but it seemed to have a deep voice means.

Zhan Ming didn't hear the special meaning in his tone, he just nodded his head in relief, and said with a smile: "That's good, let's go in." After speaking, he walked in first.

Xue Rin watched his slender figure disappear into the courtyard gate with a heavy expression. There seemed to be some kind of emotion in his eyes, which no one could understand.

In the end, he followed Zhan Ming's footsteps and stepped into the courtyard. He needed to know what happened to Xue's family this time.

As soon as Zhan Ming entered the room, he saw a few monks from Zhaohui Temple sitting on the upper left, and Xue's family sat on the right. The atmosphere in the room was a little stiff.

Zhan Ming glanced at the visitor calmly, but couldn't help being surprised.

It turned out to be Jixuan!

"I've seen Master Uncle." Ji Xuan immediately stood up, folded his hands together, and saluted Zhan Ming.

Zhan Ming took a look at Ji Xuan, he still had the same gentle brows and gentle temperament as before, the white monk robe on his body was not stained with dust, like snow on a mountain, but there was a touch of compassion in his expression, like the most standard monk in the world.

Zhan Ming felt a little uncomfortable. Speaking of which, his nephew was not only more cultivated than him, but also older than him. Every time Zhan Ming received his gifts, he felt uncomfortable, but Ji Xuan was always polite. Zhan Ming also had no choice.

"Nephew Jixuan, are you the only one here this time?" Although Zhanming knew Jixuan's ability and knew that he was already a cultivator of transforming spirits, he was still a little worried about being a demon cultivator above a Nascent Soul.

"Master, don't worry, the patriarch has already made arrangements." Ji Xuan said to Zhan Ming with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, he still believed in Hai Zhi in this matter.

"That's good, did my nephew go to the temple to see it?" Zhan Ming couldn't help but feel a little heavy when he mentioned this.

Ji Xuan's face was also a little dignified, and he nodded: "Since I received the news from the uncle, the uncle asked me to come here immediately. Although I spent some time on the Lianxin Bridge, there was no delay. I went to the temple to see it."

Zhan Ming frowned slightly. Lianxin Bridge is the only land linking Bodhi Island with the outside world, and it is also the only way for every disciple of Zhaohui Temple who leaves Bodhi Island to travel down the mountain. In the Formless Bodhi Formation, all those who stepped onto the Bridge of Refining Hearts could not use any exercises or magic weapons, and could only walk step by step by themselves. Back then, Zhan Ming walked on the Bridge of Refining Hearts for more than 20 days. Arrived at Liuyun Town.

And people like Jixuan who go out to do errands don't need to take the Lianxin Bridge. There is a teleportation circle in Zhaohui Temple, which can be reached in a flash, but Zhan Ming is a little confused at this time. I don't know what the Lianxin Bridge is when Ji Xuan mentioned it mean?