Chapter 874 The new monks of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!)
"May I ask the mage's name?"
Huicai looked at the ordinary visitor in front of him with some restraint. Huicai felt that the person in front of him was also a monk.
After all, the other person's head looks extremely round.
But the strange thing is that Huicai did not see any traces of ordination on the other party's head.
But if you call the other person a layman, don't worry that he won't like it.
Although the other party seemed to have not yet taken the ordination, Huicai did not think that the other party was an ordinary existence.
After all, the human skin that dispersed like a tide and the illusion he saw all made him vaguely aware of it.
No matter what, the other party seems to be some kind of dangerous existence...
For Huicai, who has suffered from the ravages of demons, he can smell the dangerous atmosphere.
"easy"
The visitor looked at him and said, the look in his eyes made Huicai a little uneasy.
Although he didn't reveal his demonic ferocity outside the door he opened.
But his golden eyes, which were dimly glowing under the candlelight, still made him feel a certain sense of awe-inspiring oppression.
Moreover, Huicai noticed that the words spoken by the other party were things he had never heard before.
However, Huicai could understand what the other party meant. He felt that it was probably the language of mountain people in an extremely remote area.
After all, his accent still has a similar framework to the local language he uses.
Moreover, the other party's gaze made Huicai a little uneasy, because it was not like a stranger's gaze and did not contain any mortal emotions.
Huicai felt a little short of breath, but he did not run away or do any other irrational behavior.
To survive in this gray land, being wise enough is the greatest guarantee of survival.
"It's getting late. I wonder why Master Yi is here?"
"The monks in the temple have already fallen asleep. If there is any reason, I can go and wake them up."
Huicai looked at the visitor calmly and said.
As for how turbulent his heart was, only he himself knew.
He didn't know what he was encountering, and his strong sense of crisis cheered him up.
His heart seemed to be grabbed by something, filled with some indescribable panic.
It seems that the results of his previous meditation are just his dreams.
"I would like to practice in your temple for a few years."
The visitor said with his strange accent.
Although Huicai was confused when he heard it, he strangely understood what the other party meant.
He felt that there was something strange about the other party, which inevitably made him feel even more panicked.
As the current abbot of Handan Temple, Huicai felt a little confused.
Of course he was unwilling to take in such an unknown being, but at this moment, the other party took out a shimmering golden object from nowhere.
After the other party handed it over casually, Huicai couldn't help but take it for some reason.
The feeling of precipitation and the subtle feel when he started to hold it immediately let him know what he was holding: gold!
Huicai felt that his throat was a little dry, and his face was filled with a look of struggle.
After a long while, Huicai nodded.
The next day, the monks in Handan Temple were shocked to find that there was a new sweeping monk in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of Handan Temple...
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"Is this going to cause chaos?"
Gray Taris looked at the information in the newspaper and frowned.
Gray Taris was his nickname in a foreign country. In fact, he preferred his other name: Xiong Bo.
Although electronic reading has become the current mainstream channel for obtaining information.
But for Xiong Bo, he prefers to be like his father, holding a newspaper and slowly watching the changes in the world.
Perhaps, that was some kind of influence given to him by his fathers.
With the rough feeling of paper and the smell of ink, the reading experience has its own unique style.
Of course, this is just Xiong Bo's personal preference.
Xiong Bo straightened the newspaper: a man's face occupied a huge space in the newspaper.
Although the ink presented it in clear black and white, Xiong Bo could still see the extremely ferocious scars on his face.
It's hard to imagine what painful past those hideous scars represent.
In Xiong Bo's view, such people should not appear in newspapers in this way.
Because that represents the constant performance of tragedy - he was not accepted by society in the end, but repaid this cruel world in another, more cruel form.
The newspaper used many words to describe his past.
Judging from these words, it is difficult for Xiong Bo to equate them with his current appearance of bringing iron and fire.
After all, what Xiong Bo read between the lines was an inspiring college student full of will and wisdom.
But now, it is a terrorist with special abilities who is trying to separate the local government.
Yes, supernatural terrorists are the definition of them by relevant agencies.
Xiong Bo feels that this definition seems too simple and crude, but it always adheres to the style of the relevant institutions.
Xiong Bo doesn't think this is wrong, but from an academic and personal aesthetic point of view, he doesn't really agree with it.
However, efficiency and quality are always difficult to reconcile.
No matter past or present, whether ordinary things or extraordinary things, this is true...
"flame?"
At this time, Xiong Bo heard his daughter's questioning voice.
He turned his head and saw his daughter tilting her head and staring at the familiar figure displayed on the screen - it was the supernatural terrorist he had seen in the newspaper.
Anne-Taris shook off the bear cub doll in her hand. She felt that the other party's flames did not look very cool.
She had seen Dean Emma's flames, those pure, destructive flames, filled with a thrilling beauty.
And the flames used by the guy on the screen always seemed to make Anne Taris feel a little powerless.
Of course, the other party didn't seem to make a direct attack with flames. He was...
Well……
Anne-Taris looked at the information on the screen again. What kind of high-temperature steam was the other party using?
Anne Taris knows about steam, and Anne Taris thinks she also understands the meaning of high-temperature steam.
But does this have anything to do with flames?
Anne-Taris fell into deep thought, and then she stopped thinking...
No matter what, just hit him with your fist!
Anne-Taris waved the bear cub in her hand, feeling that she had thought of the right answer.
Seeing his daughter dancing, Xiong Bo had a smile on his face.
In fact, compared to Winnie Taris, he didn't want Anne to suffer so much.
After all, according to his thinking, he has already suffered too many hardships.
In this world, there is always a bitter taste.
But he hopes that his daughter's life will always be filled with the sweetness of happiness.
At least as long as he can bear it, she should be carefree.
But in this case, mothers always seem more realistic...
"Annie, did the college give you any homework after class?"
At this moment, Mrs. Winnie Tarris's voice came from the kitchen.
Anne-Taris:???
After-school homework? Does a magic school still have such a thing?