That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

"Sheng Yu!"

A clear female voice broke in, with a slight anger that was different from this light rainy morning.

More than a dozen people in red dresses with swords came towards this side, their steps were in unison, the head of the woman had her long hair neatly combed, and the hem of her clothes opened and closed with her footsteps, quite sassy heroic.

"Sister." Sheng Jincheng called out with a smile when he saw the person coming.

Si Huai stepped back consciously, and looked at the person calmly. This woman had a beautiful appearance, her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Sheng Jincheng's, but she was a little more heroic than him. , presumably it was the eldest daughter of the Sheng family, Sheng Yuan——Sheng Lanchu.

"You still know to come back?!" Sheng Lanchu's anger didn't subside because of the smile on his face, she stretched out her hand and poked him on the shoulder twice, and became even more angry, and scolded: "Where's your home clothes?!"

The sects of Xianmen all have uniform uniforms. Disciples of family sects like the Sheng family usually refer to uniforms as family uniforms.

Sheng Jincheng smiled sheepishly, and said, "Going out, it's too ostentatious."

"If you don't show off, how will others know that you are from the Sheng family!" Sheng Lanchu looked him around with a straight face before slowing down her tone, "Have you been bullied?"

"On the way back, I met a powerful tree demon. Fortunately, brother Qi Zhou rescued me, so I invited him to come to Fengmian for a walk." Sheng Jin Chengshun drew her attention to Si Huai, and kept silent about the preparations at home. Banquets and things he went out to buy privately.

Sheng Lanchu scolded him, the look on her face softened, she nodded towards Si Huai as a thank you, looked past the two of them to the man behind, and asked in surprise, "Why is Mr. Lin here?"

"Miss Yuan." Mr. Lin, with a look of shock, forced himself to be calm and acted full of courtesy, and said, "Last night, Sect Master Sheng and I drank all night, and we left from Mikihara at dawn. Encountering...meeting a dead person...scared me half sober..."

"What's dead? What's going on?" Sheng Lanchu looked at the same unknown people and motioned for Mr. Lin to continue.

"I don't know. Sheng Zong mainly asked his disciples to send me off. I had to go by myself. When I walked into the alley in front, I saw two people lying on the ground, lifeless at the touch. I was so scared that I hurried Run out to find someone..."

While the two of them were talking, Si Huai had already asked Sheng Jincheng about the identity of this Mr. Lin. He was Sheng Jincheng's private teacher. Being profound and righteous, and having a good personal relationship with Sect Master Sheng, Miss Sheng naturally has no doubts about what he said.

Sheng Lanchu gestured for the disciples of the Sheng family to check in the alley, and sent two more people to take Mr. Lin home, who hadn't fully sobered up, and then took her worthless younger brother into the dark alley.

The alley is not wide enough for two people to pass side by side. Seeing Sheng Jincheng walking beside Sheng Lanchu, Si Huai just lagged behind and followed slowly, listening to the unhurried conversation of the two people in front while trying to figure out what was going on in his heart. .

"Sister, why did you come to the west of the city if you didn't supervise your disciples to practice this early in the morning?"

"It's not that you ran away without saying a word! I sent half of the people in Sankiyuan to look for you. It was only last night that I saw you outside the west of the city. Before dawn, I..." Sheng Lanchu hadn't said anything yet. Then he stopped talking, gave a strange "Huh", and asked to himself, "Why is there a monk here?"

The word "Monk" hit Si Huai's heart lightly, as if a lightly fallen leaf covered it, but it was surprisingly heavy.

He quickened his pace to catch up with the two people who were parked at the entrance of the alley. The merchants in the west of the city were intertwined, and there was a street market coming out of the alley. The scene in front of him was the back wall of a wine shop. Several trees protruded from the wall. The green crown of the big tree casts a shadow to block the two fallen people at the base of the wall.

More than a dozen disciples of the Sheng family surrounded a monk in gray robes, but the monk didn't feel panicked at all. He closed his eyes and folded his hands and silently recited the scriptures of super-delivery. There is a layer of golden splendor.

Si Huai stared at that person steadfastly, a heavy stone hanging in his heart calmly sank into the thousand-foot cold pool, and for a moment he didn't know whether to step forward or retreat.

While hesitating, the man just finished reciting the scriptures, and his eyes were calm and calm, but when he saw him, he smiled a little more.

Seeing Sheng Lanchu coming, the disciples of the Sheng family called out "Young Sovereign Master" neatly, and the latter responded, stopped in front of the two corpses with folded arms and looked at them for a while, then turned to look at Wu Nian, and asked in a cold voice: "What did you do?"

"Amitabha, poor monks don't kill." Wu Nian replied calmly, then nodded slightly to Si Huai who was following up, "Almighty Master Huai, are you safe?"

"You guys know each other?" Sheng Lanchu frowned, looking back and forth between Si Huai and Wu Nian.

"En." Si Huai nodded his head lightly, suppressing his uneasy mood, and said calmly, "I met you in Tonglu Town two months ago, why is Master here?"

"The little nephew of the poor monk caught a severe cold. I took him to the city to seek a doctor for four or five days, but he didn't recover. Last night, he had a fever, so he had to wait until dawn to find a doctor. I didn't expect to meet two people here. A murdered benefactor... Amitabha."

"So, the death of these two people has nothing to do with you? There were not many people on the street early in the morning. You, a monk, just appeared here. I'm afraid you can't just say 'don't kill' to get rid of it?"

The sky was not bright yet, and it was raining, and half of the passers-by could not be seen on the road. A foreign monk was standing next to the dead body. Naturally, just because he was a monk, he could not be believed to be innocent.

Si Huai was about to defend him, when a disciple who was inspecting the corpse called out first, "Young Sect Master, there is something strange!"

Another disciple took advantage of the situation and turned the man on top of him over. Both of them were dressed in common people's clothes. They just fell together and didn't look carefully. This time when they turned over, they found a deep bloodstain on the man's neck. , the blood was still pouring out, soaking a large area of ​​his clothes and the shoulders of the man under him, but——

"This man was killed by cutting his throat with a sharp object, but the man under him didn't have any wounds." Not only did he not have any wounds, but there seemed to be a smile on his face that hadn't stiffened yet.

The disciple carefully turned him over and leaned against the wall, hurriedly looked away, shivering in the cold rainy morning.

Sheng Lanchu's brows were tightly frowned, her hands stretched wide and her waist was crossed, and she guessed, "There is no scar...could it be poisoning?"

"If it was poisoning, why would there be a wound on the other person?" Sheng Jincheng, who was blocked behind, came out from behind Si Huai, "The murderer will not kill someone with poison, and then kill another person with a knife." , isn’t this superfluous? And... if this person dies from poisoning, what kind of poison can make people laugh when they die?”

"Take it back to Sankiyuan first, find a few monks for autopsy, and see if anyone comes to identify the corpse later." Sheng Lanchu sighed heavily, turned to look at Wu Nian, and said, "As for the monk... Or follow me back to the Sheng family, in this world, even if you shave off your hair, you may not be able to abide by the rules and regulations of Lao Shizi. I can't believe your innocence just because you are bald. When I find out, it's not your fault. You should make amends with courtesy."

Before I could answer, a young disciple ran out of the alley on the other side of the long street, pointed into the alley and shouted: "Young Sect Master! There is another one here!"

Several people fell silent at the same time. Sheng Lanchu, who was watched by more than a dozen disciples, turned darker and walked over there without saying a word.

The area guarded by the Xianmen has always been peaceful, but this early in the morning, three people died at once on the Sheng family's area. Whether it was man-made or sneaky, they probably won't live long.

Sheng Jincheng was not intimidated by Sheng Lanchu's anger. Sheng Lanchu entered the alley on his front foot, and he followed him on his back foot. Si Huai and Wu Nian looked at each other and followed the young master to check the situation.

There were seven or eight baskets full of sundries piled up in that alley, one of them was knocked upside down, just covering the upper body of the corpse, and among the sundries scattered on the floor was a broken lantern and a bag. Xiao Luo, I think this person is the watchman.

The watchman was on watch at night, and it took nearly five watch days to be on duty. Maybe he happened to be unlucky enough to see something he shouldn't have seen and was silenced.

Everyone guessed in their hearts, but they all gasped when the baskets that were clasped around the corpse were lifted.

The watchman didn't have any visible scars except for being a little embarrassed by the collision. His wrinkled face was pale and dead, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel creepy.

Sheng Lanchu shifted her body to avoid Sheng Jincheng's sight, and the disciple carried the body back to Mikihara, then turned around and pulled Sheng Jincheng out of the alley.

"There are no scars, and there is a smile on the face. If it is not poisoned by some strange death, I am afraid that there is a ghost at work." Sheng Lanchu patted Sheng Jincheng's forehead looking back, and reprimanded: "Don't get close! Don't get caught What an unclean thing!"

"This watchman didn't die in the same place as the other two, so we can't tell if they knew each other. We should wait for the family members to confirm their identities before we can investigate." Si Huai rubbed his hand on the folding fan at his waist, and sank He lowered his voice and said, "However, the appearance of this death is a bit strange, and the possibility of evil beings is more likely."

"Amitabha..." Wu Nian clasped his hands together in a salute, and said, "The poor monk knows a little bit about how to catch ghosts and get rid of evil spirits. Although there are some tricks in front of the Sheng family, I am still willing to help with all my strength."

"Master..." Si Huai wanted to excuse Wu Nian and let him leave, but unexpectedly, he wanted to hit his head hard.

"The poor monk is innocent and fearless, why not go to the Sheng family's fairy mansion, but please don't let innocent people die in vain."

I read silently for a while, until the disciple of the Sheng family who was carrying the corpse passed by, and then asked a little embarrassedly: "Since Miss Sheng is going to bring the poor monk back to Sankiyuan, can you also bring my nephew to hear about it?" The doctors of the Sheng family are very skilled..."

The corner of Si Huai's mouth twitched invisibly, it turned out that this was the reason why the monk rushed to Mikihara.

Miss Sheng lifted it up and swallowed it back in one breath, ordered two disciples to carry people, turned around and led a group of people back in a mighty way.

Shengjia Xianfu Sanmuyuan is an island on the eight hundred li lake. Three kapok trees are planted at the entrance, and two parallel iron chain wooden bridges connect the island to the land.

Rows of disciples and students who got up for morning practice stood on the school field, dressed in orange-red embroidered white-patterned clothes, looking from a distance, they looked like large fields of kapok blooming enthusiastically in early spring.

If you look more carefully, it is not difficult to find that the white pattern embroidered is exactly the blooming kapok. The kapok is the family emblem of the Sheng family, and the legend is a symbol of heroes.

However, amidst the fiery red, stood two men in icy blue costumes. The man in front had an extraordinary appearance, standing with his hands behind his back, in a rather cold manner.

Among the famous masters of the immortal sect, only the home clothes of the Dongyang family in Yuzhou belong to the Frost and Snow Ji cold robe, which is covered in ice blue. A layer of cold air.

It's just that if only two people were placed in the fireworks pile, the cold air would disappear without a trace.

Sheng Lanchu smiled coldly, "I said why it's so unlucky early in the morning. I saw a monk who died. It turned out that Mr. Dongyang came."

"..." Wu Nian supported the person behind him for the little disciple who was carrying Chen Yi on his back, and interjected: "The benefactor is arguing with Fu Lang, don't accidentally hurt me, a monk."

"He's not my husband!" Sheng Lanchu gave Wu Nian a vicious look, and snorted coldly.

Mr. Dongyang at the other end didn't know if he heard it. He looked at this side with some disgust in his eyes, and didn't mean to say hello.

Everyone in the world is rumoring that Miss Sheng's family and Mr. Dongyang are a match made in heaven. Judging by the look of these two people who hate each other, it seems that the rumors are a bit different.

Sheng Lanchu gritted her teeth hard, turned around angrily, and was about to walk in another direction, when she suddenly met the gaze of the monk who was still on her body, a slight blush appeared on her face, and she suddenly raised her voice: "You What are you looking at me for?! I just wanted to upset him, so it wasn't a quarrel! Oh, yes... I'm sorry! Okay?"

After the words were finished, Sheng Lanchu hurried away, Wu Nian looked at that person, and suddenly raised her voice, "The poor monk doesn't care, don't worry about it, the benefactor!"

The few disciples who were close probably didn't expect that someone would dare to choke on their young master's voice, so they turned around and couldn't help laughing. After a while, they straightened up and led Wu Nian and Si Huai to the guest house.

Si Huai walked behind Wu Nian with a vague smile on his face. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see that there was something in Wu Nian's hand holding the rosary.

The author has something to say: here is an update, the latest chapters are getting thicker and longer, let me celebrate by throwing flowers*^_^*

By the way, will this chapter have too many characters and look a bit complicated⊙?⊙?