The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

On this side, Lingran, who was being searched for by everyone as a national treasure, finally returned to Dong'an Temple with the old monk Mingxi in his arms.

In the temple, the windows are still bright and clean, but the old pine tree in the courtyard has disappeared without a trace.

A few ghosts don't know where to go.

Heavy rain.

The ruined east wing room was still the same as last night, split from the roof, and the tables and chairs in the room were messy.

He raised his hand to wipe off the rainwater continuously pouring down from his forehead, and led the old monk Mingxi straight to the west wing.

He carefully placed the old monk on the bed.

After going through all this tossing, Mingxi almost fell into a coma, his face was pale, his lips were dry, and he kept murmuring unconsciously. "Water, water..."

Lingran hurriedly walked to the table, lit a candle, and by the faint white light of the candle, saw that there was actually half a cup of herbal tea on the table.He shook the tea in the cup, put it under his nose and sniffed lightly, but he couldn't feel anything unusual.

He brought the mouth of the teacup to Mingxi's lips.The water moisturizes dry lips.The old monk Mingxi finally opened his eyes slowly, first glanced around blankly, and then he was filled with emotion. "This deserted temple has been cleaned up by you..."

"That's it!" Lingran raised her eyebrows and frowned.

The sound of rain is blocked outside the window.The white light of the candle swayed the room to warm spring.

Mingxi's eyes finally fell on Lingran, and he was taken aback. "Little friend, you look like this..."

Why, do I look scary now, my lord?

Lingran finally remembered the most important thing!He hastily lowered his head, and took a look at his face with the half cup of tea that Mingxi drank.

It's okay, at least he looks like a man.

Incomprehensible. "What's wrong with my face? As soon as those people in Xiju Lane saw me at noon, they took me into prison."

Ming Xi took a deep breath and sighed, "Little friend, did your face change?"

"Yes!"

"Then hurry up and look for the bronze mirror to take a look."

"Where is the bronze mirror?" Ling Ran laughed.

Ming Xi slowly stretched out a finger, pointing tremblingly at a cabinet at the corner of the wing. "The abode here was originally the residence of the old monk and his disciple. If no one lived in it later, the bronze mirror must still be there."

Lingran walked to the corner of the room, opened the cupboard, and there was a bronze mirror the size of a palm.He took it out and wiped the dust off the mirror with his sleeve.At this glance, he himself trembled, almost frightened by this face.

It was a face he had scribbled on the ground with a branch.There is some long hair, but the eyebrows are raised upwards, which is a fierce eight-character eyebrow.The eyes are round and staring like copper bells.The nostrils are sunken, and the lips are extremely thick.

Because there were many dead branches and miscellaneous leaves on the ground at that time, unfortunately he had a huge beard.

... It looks like he jumped out of the mountains, and I don't know how many lives his subordinates have committed.No wonder he was regarded as a gangster and thrown into prison.

This prince's subordinates are black, but they are not wronged!

Unconvinced, Lingran slapped the copper mirror on the cabinet, turned around and said angrily, "Master, I'll change back!"

He recalled it carefully, trying his best to imagine what he looked like when he first came, but unexpectedly tried several times, but he couldn't change back.

"Maybe the spiritual power is exhausted..." He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled.

"It's nothing, no one is expected to come in this temple." Mingxi reluctantly comforted him.

Gollum!

Mingxi's stomach rebelled internally.

"Oh, old monk, you haven't eaten yet!" Lingran suddenly remembered that Ming Xi was now in a mortal body, and the second half was still a wooden stake, so he might not be able to bear the cold and hunger even more.

He hastily said goodbye to Mingxi, "I'll go find those spirits and make us something to eat."

"Little Qiniang, little Qiniang—" Lingran searched from room to room in the Langfang, shouting continuously.

The shouts became louder and louder, but the scorpion spirit disappeared without a trace. It is not known where it went, and it is not known whether it even moved out of Dong'an Temple.

Lingran had no choice but to find the kitchen by herself.There are still some leftovers in the kitchen.He warmed up indiscriminately, during which Chai Zaoxun's face turned black, and finally rushed to the old monk Mingxi with half a bowl of rice and a small plate of leftover pickles.

He waited on the old monk for a meal, and then carefully put him to sleep. Only then did he feel exhausted all over his body, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

The black snake coiled on his left hand moved.

Lingran looked down at the black snake and gave a wry smile. "Comrade Dalang, little monk, I'm tired and can't walk a step. Just sleep here..."

The voice gradually dropped.Before he could finish speaking, he leaned his head against the corner of the wall, spread his legs apart, and fell asleep Hululu.