On the second day, Mo Xun, who was wearing dark circles under his eyes, did not regain his senses until he entered the Sutra Pavilion.

If it weren't for the bright things in the Sutra Pavilion, Mo Xun wouldn't have sat for a long time without falling asleep.

The Buddhist scripture pavilion in Jiumenggui Mountain is filled with many things, and anyone who enters without permission will be punished for violating the door rules.

Mo Xun raised his head and looked at the tall and slightly golden attic in front of him. From a distance, it must have looked like an attic made of gold.

The thought of staying here for half a month made Mo Xun feel troubled, who knows what big things will happen during the time outside.

Now that I'm stuck here and can't get out, and I don't know what's going on outside, I'm really afraid of what will happen to the new plot of the caterpillar.

But so what, I agreed to live with the situation, but I was always worried.

Mo Xun sighed deeply, turned around and sat directly on a step, holding his face in both hands, looking at the blue sky, extremely bored.

"cough."

The person who had almost fallen asleep was suddenly woken up by a cough next to him. Mo Xun squinted his eyes and looked around. He didn't find anyone, but he thought he was tired last night and had hallucinations.

After sitting in the new posture, Mo Xun was about to close his eyes with heavy dark circles, when a sudden cough next to him frightened him again.

Mo Xun looked around in astonishment for a long time, but when he looked carefully, there was still no one there.

Could it be that you are really too tired?

Mo Xun, who was in a trance, comforted himself a bit, but when he turned his head away, he was startled by a golden statue standing in front of him at some unknown time.

"what!"

"The Sutra Pavilion is an important place, don't make noise."

The golden statue suddenly opened its mouth, with an expressionless face, Mo Xun still couldn't accept what it said.

"You... who are you?"

"The person who guards the Sutra Pavilion, Zikan."

As he replied, the golden light that suddenly emanated from his body was so flashing that people couldn't look directly at it. When Mo Xun opened his eyes again, the golden statue in front of him had turned into a tall... monk?

Why is it that when I read in the book, the people in Da Da's works are all average-looking, but why do I see supporting characters who can be called good-looking?

In this way, Gu An's little boy will fall in the ranking sooner or later.

Staring at his face for a long time, during this time, Mo Xun had already gone through the characters in the novel in his mind, but he couldn't find this person no matter what.

After all, Gu An never appeared here in the novel. Of course, there is also the possibility that he has never seen this so-called gatekeeper, Zi Kan.

"What are you staring at me for?" Even though Zi Kan is a human being now, the expression on his face is exactly the same as when he was in the golden statue.

There is no expectation for this world in those eyes, like a wooden man, or a robot, who can only do things that humans do, without human feelings and complex emotions.

There was not even a trace of blush on that white face.

"Um……"

"Also, who are you?" He asked the next question before Mo Xun could answer the previous one.

The fourth brother said that there was no one else in the Sutra Pavilion except himself, so Mo Xun didn't need to care about the things inside except for the people who hid in the Sutra Pavilion.

But is the 'person' in front of him a person?

"I...I'm..." Mo Xun hesitated whether to say it, but the fourth senior brother said that he must not reveal his identity.

"In the Sutra Pavilion, don't talk for a long time. Please think it over before you speak."

"..." Emotions are really so-called 'robots'?

The corner of Mo Xun's mouth twitched. Regarding this rule, he could only shut up obediently.

"Aren't you from Jiumengguishan?" He raised his eyes to look at Mo Xun, with his lips slightly parted, and said expressionlessly again.

Mo Xun shook his head and nodded violently, and finally told the truth in his narrowed eyes.

"I should be counted, my master is destined to be empty."

"That's okay." He nodded immediately after hearing that.

"..." What's the matter?

Mo Xun looked puzzled, not knowing why this person appeared suddenly.

"Then you are An An, Wu Yi's little junior brother. He is so bold that he actually dared to hide the fairy grass from me. An An, when he comes back, tell him that if you don't take out five thousand spirit stones to make Make an apology, then he can just stay here and spend those five years by himself."

After Zi Kan finished speaking, he turned around stiffly, and moved back to his position step by step.

"How do you know about me? You also know about my fourth senior brother looking for the fairy grass? Did he decide to ask me to help look at it?"

Mo Xun's repeated questions didn't know whether he was embarrassing him or what, but he didn't say anything after talking for a long time.

Mo Xun was about to call him, but his sudden voice made Mo Xun speechless for a moment.

"In the Sutra Pavilion, don't talk too loudly. An'an, please keep your voice down. Also, please say those three questions separately. My brain is not very good. You can try to say it again."

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