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Chapter 387: See Wuxie again! (1)
The dim candlelight clearly diluted the previous coldness and solemnity.
Xiao Yao and Ya Sheng entered the stone house with the two mysterious beasts, and the thin monk held a lantern and disappeared silently into the darkness outside the door.
Inside the house, there is a towering hall with tall black stone pillars and a row of white candles beside the wall, silently emitting light orange light, illuminating the huge hall.
"Boy, please take a seat!"
The kind voice sounded faintly. Different from the lifeless tone of the thin monk, this voice was full of popularity.
Xiao Yao looked straight and saw a middle-aged monk wearing gray robes slowly walking out from behind a door.
This monk was probably in his forties. His face was equally thin, but his eyes were gentle and kind, making him feel friendly.
There was almost nothing in the hall, except for the candlestick, which was a black stone table made of the same material as the floor and walls, with a solemn white futon placed beside the table.
Xiao Yao and Ya Sheng came to the table together and each found a futon to sit down on. The middle-aged monk walked to the door, stretched out his thin palm, and gently closed the door tightly.
Noticing this detail, Xiao Yao felt more and more nervous.
The same stone door, even Ya Sheng, who is born with great strength, has to use both hands and palms to push it open. However, these two monks, who seem to be so thin that they can be blown away by the wind, can open the door very easily, especially
This monk actually returned a door to its original place with just a touch of his palm. This strength should not be underestimated.
Walking to the table, the middle-aged monk calmly sat down across from the two of them, picked up the warm water shell in the brazier, and filled the black stone cups in front of them.
Throat, someone will send you two to your respective meditation rooms in a while. The monk's dharma call has been empty. If you have anything, just come to me!"
Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Master Lokong, don't you ask why we came?!"
Liao Kong slowly turned the beads in his palm, "Don't you two come here for practice?!"
Xiao Yao suddenly realized that these two monks thought that he and Ya Sheng were people who came to Tiangang Temple to practice. No wonder they were brought here without asking any questions.
"I..." Yasheng was about to speak anxiously.
"To be honest, Master, we are indeed not here for cultivation!" Xiao Yao intercepted Yasheng's words, held up the stone cup and took a sip of water. The temperature of the water was already cold. The original temperature had already dissipated quickly due to the coldness of the cup.
"I'm from the college. I was ordered by the dean to deliver some news to the temple!"
Some ripples finally appeared in Liao Kong's dull eyes, "It turns out they are students from the college. In that case, you two will rest here for a while, and I will inform the abbot!"
He stood up, opened the door and left.
Yasheng watched him leave, and then looked at Xiao Yao doubtfully, obviously confused as to why she stopped him from speaking.
"Don't forget, there is a big difference between you now and you before!" Xiao Yao smiled and held his arm, "Now, you are not alone, do you understand?"
After entering Tiangang Temple, Xiao Yao always felt that there was something strange in the temple. She was not sure what the consequences would be if she rashly revealed Yasheng's identity.
Yasheng doesn't understand the world and doesn't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts, but she has to think more about him.
"Ya Sheng, you have to remember not to reveal your identity before I agree, okay?!"
Turning to look into his purple eyes, Xiao Yao asked sincerely.
Looking into her eyes for a moment, Yasheng nodded gently, "Okay!"