Rebel Monk [Rebirth]

Huo Jiyan's hand trembled, and the silver bell on his wrist made a crisp sound, and he also remembered something about these two bells: "So you knew it a long time ago? Then what was your intention in giving me the two bells in the first place? You Did you know that I would go this far?"

Du Liao denied: "No, I didn't know that you would come to this step in the end, but this step is one of your results."

Huo Jiyan stood up: "Then what do you mean by telling me this now?"

Du Liao also got up, walked to Huo Jiyan's side, reached out and patted his shoulder, with a sense of vicissitudes and mission of being a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of his life: "You want the Buried Flower Sect to gain a foothold, and you want these People live a normal life, what do you use to fight those people, relying on you to open your mouth? Or are these believers who can't carry their shoulders? Don't you want a weapon that is enough to deter them? Even if you don't take the initiative to attack, you can There must be a minimum preparation for self-protection."

Huo Jiyan was noncommittal, but he felt very strange in his heart. This was not like his former master: "So you want to help me, and you are on my side?"

"You are not only my apprentice, but also my former junior."

At this time, a person came in from the outside, it was senior brother Xue Ji, and said to Du Liao: "Master, I have already been to the village and distributed the seeds for the next year's cultivation, as well as a few pigs, cows and sheep. This is what they insisted on. As a gift, I can't refuse." Xue Ji handed some fruits and vegetables that the village women had collected to Du Liao.

Huo Jiyan looked at those extremely ordinary fruits and vegetables, and then at Du Liao: "Have you been helping them?"

After the self-burial flowers were suppressed, Du Liao has been helping these people to atone for Huo Jihan.

Du Liao smiled faintly, and resumed her unruly look, and said with a smile: "Don't be moved, I can't bear it."

Huo Ji was tired of having nothing to do, so he also laughed.No matter how many doubts there are, there are very few who can choose to stand by him now. With Master by his side, I feel inexplicably safe.He took off the bell on his wrist, put it on the end of a drum pestle, and inserted it back into the drum body.

Du Liao asked, "Is there another one?"

Huo Ji paused for a while, and would always be reminded of what he wanted to forget: "It's at Xiao Bai's place. When he comes back, I will come over."

"Where did he go?"

Huo Jiyan was silent for a while: "I don't know either."

White Rock Valley.

Sister: "Boy, you don't know what it is that you wear around your neck, right? The demon suppressing bell is a demon. Since it is useless to me, it means that I am not a demon. You don't want to know what I am." who?"

Bai Qianxing felt a little downcast when he thought of leaving the leader there, "Because I can't wake it up, and it's useless to me."

Sister: "..."

Sister coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment: "Do you know the leader of the funeral?"

When Bai Qianxing heard this, he became excited, and looked up at her, obviously knowing her.

Seeing him like this, my sister suddenly became a little proud, and said leisurely and leisurely: "It was the bell that was stolen by the burial flower leader back then, which made the invincible burial flower drum even more invincible. This bell is a treasure. You never heard of it. Where did you steal it?"

Bai Qianxing said silently: "Master."

Elder sister was taken aback, and after a while, she leaned in front of Bai Qianxing, her tone was not as gentle as before, but she said viciously: "Who are you to him!"

When Bai Qianxing heard this person discussing the matter of the leader with him in such a tone, he became very angry and didn't want to talk to him, so he turned his head away and didn't answer.

Sister stretched out her hand forcefully, grabbed Bai Qianxing's neck, and forced him to look at her.With the other hand, he raised his veiled cap, revealing a mummified face with only one pair of eyes outside.

Sister snorted, thinking that her face was wrapped in layers, the sneer didn't show on her face, but struck on Huo Jiyan's eardrum through the dantian sound: "I'm afraid it's the best person who can give this thing to you." If the important person falls into my hands, you will be considered unlucky!"

There was a rotten light in her eyes, the kind that had been buried in the earth for a long time.Bai Qianxing looked at those eyes and immediately lost consciousness.

Sister hooked her hands together, and Bai Qianxing followed her unconsciously, walking into the depths of the valley.

Funeral Hall.

Huo Jiyan arranged for Du Liao's residence, and he went back to the room, took out the burial flower drum in his hand and played with it for a while, and found three words engraved in the small corner next to the small drum, carefully distinguishing, Only then did I realize that it was Sanskrit——

Sister drums.

The other name of Buried Flower Drum is like a baby name that a baby was only called by mother since she was a child.

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