Ruyi walked up to the mouse spirit, patted it twice on its head with sparse gray hair, sniffed, and said with emotion: "Brother mouse, it's not that I won't help you... but that person.
He refuses to help you. He is a thousand-year-old dragon, so he can undergo thousands of changes, but he doesn't even want to change. Hey... there's nothing I can do about it."
The mouse believed it to be true, so he ran to Bai Qinghan's feet, held his two little paws together, and kept waving them up and down. His black eyes without whites were wet, as if tears could well up at any time.
The sharp voice begged with a tearful tone: "Please do well, help me, help me... help Shaolin... please..."
Ruyi knew that Bai Qinghan had always been soft-spoken and soft-hearted. If she asked him, he would not necessarily refuse it completely. He would just be verbose and praise his own merits afterwards. If it were someone else who asked him, he would definitely not.
I'm embarrassed to say more.
As expected, Bai Qinghan looked at the tearful look of the mouse spirit, waved his hand and said, "That's all, put away that pitiful look of yours. I'll just pretend. But we have to plan this matter carefully."
As soon as he said this, there was a knock on the door outside. The people in the house were frightened and panicked. They sorted themselves out, hiding, covering up, and hiding.
Bai Qinghan suddenly changed into the appearance of an old abbot, jumped on the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and only half of his head was exposed.
After it was almost done, he said in a hoarse voice: "Come in."
The young monk rushed into the house in a hurry, sweating profusely. He walked so fast that he didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Ruyi took a closer look and realized that she knew this person. This young monk was the one who led them to the back temple, that is, Shi Yuan's disciple.
"It's not good, Master Abbot. My master and Uncle Shihe are fighting... What should I do? Several elders have gone and they can't hold them back... Master, he is a literary monk... He had already suffered when I came
He is injured, I am really afraid, I am really afraid that he will be beaten to death by Uncle Shihe!" The young monk had a worried look on his face.
"What?" Bai Qinghan, who turned into the abbot, shouted, but this voice was his real voice, and the tone was too clear. He quickly faked a cough, lowered his voice and said: "What...what...there is actually
You should go and take a look at this matter first, then I... I... I... I will definitely go over and teach them a lesson."
This was Bai Qinghan's first time pretending to be a monk. He had never practiced before, so he said the word "I" with a bald mouth. After thinking about several words, he found the right title.
The Ruyi next to him could be heard looking cold and straight. Fortunately, the young monk was thinking about his master. Although he felt that his master was weird, he didn't take it too seriously. He responded, turned around and ran out.
After he walked far away, Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly closed the door. Then he turned around to look at Bai Qinghan and felt even more lucky. He was in such a hurry just now. Bai Qinghan only had time to change a rough idea, and it was only one head.
There are eighty-nine points of resemblance, and the whole body is still his original body.
Fortunately, it was covered with a quilt, otherwise the flaws would have been exposed. There was someone with the head of a withered old man and the body of a young man... Not only that, the ring scar on Master Yiku's head was not revealed.