The mouse spirit came out from under the bed and carefully pointed out Bai Qinghan's appearance before he transformed into a lifelike Master Yiku.
Ruyi also circled around Bai Qinghan twice and said: "Not bad, not bad, you can be a little thinner. Bend your waist a little more, and drag your feet a little more! That's enough!"
Bai Qinghan cursed: "It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk! It's very hard, you know!"
The mouse spirit raised his little paw and pointed at the wooden cabinet beside the bed: "Put Yiku's cassock monk's robe inside, put it on before going out. You have to hurry up, Yiku will release Yuan as a disciple... If
If you beat me to death again... just..."
Bai Qinghan opened the wooden cabinet. On the left side were several clean and simple monk robes, all in blue and gray tones. On the right side were two folded cassocks. One was mud-colored, and the other was a flat gold embroidered red cassock. The red one
It is embellished with gold thread, and you can tell at a glance that it is worn on important occasions.
If he noticed that Bai Qinghan needed to change his clothes, he would avoid it for a moment.
Bai Qinghan took a monk's robe from the cabinet and took out the cassock. After studying it for a long time, he didn't know how to put it on. He was sweating all over his forehead. He was really afraid that he would go a little late. Fat monk
Shi Yuan's life would be at risk.
The mouse spirit said timidly: "Let me help you."
Bai Qinghan hooked his hand and said, "What are you waiting for? Come quickly."
He spread his arms and threw the mud-colored cassock to the mouse spirit. The mouse spirit held the cassock in its mouth, jumped on Bai Qinghan's shoulders, straddled diagonally under his armpits, and then climbed to his chest and lifted him to straighten it.
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After the cassock was put on, Bai Qinghan shook his sleeves and found that the edges of the cassock were wet. When he looked down, he saw the tears of the mouse spirit. The mouse wiped the tears with its small paws and said: "I'm sorry... you
...It’s so similar, I...I..."
Bai Qinghan and Ruyi both sighed in their hearts. This kind of deep affection may not be possible between people, but it is really rare to see it between one person and one monster.
Putting on the monk's robes, holding the diamond staff, and Bai Qinghan deliberately coughing, it was like the abbot was reborn.
The mouse looked at Bai Qinghan intently, and kept stuffing his little paws into his mouth. Finally, he couldn't hold it back, and jumped onto Bai Qinghan's shoulder with tears in his eyes, shouting "Yi Ku".
How much it hopes that the person standing here at this moment is his old friend, but until now it is still unable to accept a painful death.
Bai Qinghan was moved by the rat spirit, and his eyes became hot. He slammed the golden staff on the ground and said, "Let's go and see what those little brats are doing!"
Behind Bai Qinghan, Ruyi followed him to the square outside, and saw Shaolin disciples gathered there. The crowd was surging, and everyone was just waiting and watching. No one dared to speak. After all, the one who took action inside was a high-level disciple.
, apart from the abbot and elders, Shi Yuan was the senior one.
Ruyi and Bai Qinghan vaguely heard the sound of scolding inside, as if the elders of some hall were persuading.
Bai Qinghan hunched his body, bent his back, and used his staff to clear the way. When all the disciples saw the abbot, they all respectfully made way.
Ruyi is the guest of honor, followed closely.
When they walked to the front, both of them felt nervous: Shi Yuan was lying on the ground with his back stretched out, and the ground was covered with blood. Shi He was riding on his back, refusing to get down at all, and pinched him hard with one hand.
Holding Shi Yuan's neck, his other hand turned into a fist and kept pounding down.
Shi Henai's eyes were red, and no one could persuade him to do anything.