The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

As soon as Ji Xuan's decision was announced, Zhan Ming knew it immediately.

It wasn't that Jixuan told him immediately, but the Xue family came to the door first.

In the afternoon, as soon as it was dark, several Xue family children came and said that they were ordered to come to help him. He was a little confused at first, but later he found out that Ji Xuan told these people that he was leaving the Xue family tomorrow.

After Zhan Ming knew this, he had a bottom line in his heart, and it seemed that success or failure depended on tonight.

Those Xue's children were sent back one by one by Zhan Ming, and Zhan Ming's expression looked a little heavy.

Xue Lin didn't know what agreement Zhan Ming and Ji Xuan had reached, looked at Zhan Ming with some inquiring expressions, and said in a low voice, "Senior, are you leaving?"

Zhan Ming turned to look at Xue Rin, wanted to smile, but found that he couldn't smile at all.

"Should... should be..." Zhan Ming didn't want Xue Rin to be involved in this matter, and even if he didn't leave now, he would definitely leave in the future. The Xue family was not the end of his journey.

Xue Lin didn't know what his expression looked like at this time, anyway, it was not too good-looking.

In fact, he always knew that he would leave, but he didn't know that when he really heard the news, his heart would be so uncomfortable, it was like a blow to the head, which made him uneasy.

"Then... what about that demon?" He almost struggled to find his reason, and asked this sentence in a dry tone.

Zhan Ming sighed, and wanted to raise his hand to caress the top of his hair, but in the end he just pondered for a moment, and finally did not do so.

"Naturally, Nephew Jixuan will deal with that demon. I'm afraid it's useless." Zhan Ming said this against his will. He didn't want Xue Lin to participate in what happened tonight. He was still a child. Things are not suitable for him.

"I need to prepare well tonight." Zhan Ming didn't give Xue Lin more chances to speak: "You don't need to stay here today, go back." Zhan Ming didn't look into Xue Lin's eyes, turned his head away, and lowered his head soundtrack.

Xue Lin stared at Zhan Ming stubbornly, with dark eyes, staring straight at him, stubborn and firm.

Zhan Ming felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so he simply turned around and walked towards the back room, saying as he walked, "Leave quickly." His voice was vague and hasty, even with a hint of worry.

It's a pity that Xue Rin, who was confused, didn't hear it at all.

Xue Lin stood in the courtyard, his heart was submerged bit by bit by the faintly cold air around him, he never knew that the so-called joys and sorrows were all real, his heart seemed to be suffocated.

Xue Lin turned around with some difficulty, and strode outside.

His back is still straight, his expression is still calm, but his heart has long been chaotic.

Zhan Ming stood by the window, watching him walk out of the courtyard, watching his back disappear into the night, his eyes faintly revealed desolation.

He hopes, he really hopes, hopes that this child can live a good life, even if he is not the hero, even if he has no halo, he still hopes that he can rely on his own talent and hard work, and have his own life, not only because What he expects from Xue Lin is even more what he expects from himself.

In this world where the jungle preys on the weak, no one can rely on anyone to survive. He and Xue Lin just met by chance, and in the end they still have to separate each other. Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain.

Zhan Ming closed his eyes, slender and white fingertips across the window, turned and entered the back room.

Half an hour later, Ji Xuan finally arrived, a little later than Zhan Ming expected.

Ji Xuan looked at Zhan Ming who was sitting at the table waiting for him, and frowned slightly.

"Uncle, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked him again, maybe it was his last effort.

Zhan Ming nodded with a calm expression.

"There is no one in this yard." His voice sounded more relieved at this moment: "Do whatever you want."

Zhan Ming has no ambition to save the world, but he will definitely do what he can do.

Jixuan looked at Zhanming worriedly, and was speechless for a while, until finally, seeing that the time was approaching, he said: "Master, take care."

He stood up and looked down at Zhanming, who was sitting there, the silvery moonlight shone on his white monk robe, and the cinnabar on his forehead was as bright as blood, making him look more and more elegant and refined like an outsider.

Ji Xuan was cruel, gritted his teeth and picked up the magic formula, his monk's robe suddenly rose up without any wind, his wide cuffs bulged, but his fingertips glowed with silvery white light.

Jixuan raised his fingers little by little, and poked towards Zhanming's forehead, but at this time his fingers seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights, and even if he lifted them a little bit, it seemed that he had lost all his strength.

As time passed, beads of sweat rolled down Ji Xuan's face, while Zhan Ming, who was sitting opposite him, still had his eyes closed with a calm expression.

Ji Xuan just felt like he was sailing against the current, he was struggling all the way up as the torrent poured down, in the torrential torrent, he was like a solitary boat, which was in danger of capsizing in an instant.

Jixuan didn't dare to force it anymore, and immediately sacrificed a talisman with the other hand, and the room was filled with golden light all of a sudden, within five meters with Zhanming as the center, a huge magic circle was formed, the six ways of Buddhism, Vientiane is reborn.

The impact that Ji Xuan had originally endured was finally dissipated. He had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he poked his fingertips up immediately, and the moment his fingertips touched the cinnabar on his bright forehead, the air in the whole room seemed to freeze.

The golden light emitted by the magic circle on the ground, and the silver light attached to his body, all lost their color at once, and turned into a golden light all over the sky. .

Zhan Ming opened his eyes, the original glass-colored eyeballs finally turned into an ordinary color, sinking like water but clear to the bottom.

"Uncle Master." Ji Xuan was sweating profusely, looking at Zhan Ming with a pale face, with a worried expression.

He has always known that Zhan Ming's true strength has been sealed by his master, but he never knew that his strength would be so terrifying.

"Go and prepare, that person shouldn't come too late." Zhan Ming's eyes were neither sad nor happy, and his tone was gentle, as if he had suddenly become another person.

Ji Xuan nodded, looking as if he hadn't gotten out of the shock just now.

Zhan Ming was still sitting in the distance, he looked down at his almost transparent fingertips, but there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

Now he finally understands why the villain in the original text always pursues power, and even wants to refine the hero into a elixir for power. It feels so good to have the power to destroy the world, so good that he People can't help being addicted, but it's a pity that no matter how great the power is, it has its shortcomings. Even if the Buddha is reincarnated, it is not so easy.

Zhan Ming raised his head and looked at the void, the flickering lights outside the yard were like stars.

The array of thousands of stars in Zhaohui Temple was made by Ru Yi's ancestor, and it is specially used to kill demons. As long as they are tempted by demons in this way, all demons will come like moths to the flame, and as soon as he enters , and can no longer go out, there will only be two final results, the death of the demon or the death of the formation. As for other normal monks, they will hardly even be aware of it.

Zhan Ming stood up from his seat and walked slowly into the courtyard, he saw the monks standing on both sides of the door and Ji Xuan standing behind the monk, all the monks looked at Zhan Ming reverently, But Ji Xuan still looked worried.

"Activate the formation." Zhan Ming whispered.

"Uncle Master..." Ji Xuan pleaded in his eyes.

Zhan Ming laughed softly: "It's come to this point, Ji Xuan, let's start."

Ji Xuan didn't know what to say, so he could only turn his head away and move his fingers slightly.

The light flickered outside the courtyard, and the formation was finally activated.

**

Xue Rin stood at the door of his own and hesitated. He looked at the dark door frame with a dazed expression, but suddenly, there was a sudden throbbing in his heart. The throbbing was so intense that he couldn't help but half-knelt down in front of him. on the ground.

Xue Rin grabbed the front of his shirt tightly, cold sweat ran down his forehead, as if he had been hit by something, he couldn't even stand up.

He was shocked, and looked in the direction of Zhanming courtyard, where the night was still dark, as if nothing had happened.

"Boy! What's the matter with you!" Suddenly there was a clear voice in the air, slightly old, but as confident as Hong Zhong.

Xue Rin was not frightened by the voice, he still looked in the direction of Zhanming's courtyard with empty eyes, as if he had gotten used to it.

"I... I don't know." His face was pale, his voice trembling slightly: "I really don't know."

Why?Why is he so flustered in his heart, as if he is about to lose one of the most important things.

Xue Lin looked blankly at the endless night sky, under the brilliant starlight, it was dark, and no one could answer his questions.