The monk seemed to fall into the absurd stories in the book again.
Sometimes the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, sometimes his brows were relaxed, and he didn't even realize there was a person standing in front of him.
Gu Tingling wanted to speak several times to remind her, but was suppressed by an invisible aura. Her tongue trembled, as if she couldn't speak fluently.
Time had never felt so long to her.
I don't know how long it took, but the young man with the appearance of a king finally exhaled softly.
He waved his thick eyebrows, forcibly suppressing some unpleasant emotions, and saluted the monk with folded hands.
"I've met the mage."
Zhou Yi seemed to realize that there was someone in front of him.
He suddenly raised his head and smiled at the young man.
"I've met the donor."
The young man said calmly: "Does Master know the purpose of coming?"
Zhou Yidao: "How could the young monk know?"
The young man suddenly frowned, and a sharp light flashed in the depths of his brown eyes.
Even though Gu Tingling had retreated to the bookshelf, she felt her eyes were slightly swollen.
Tick!
The sound of rain falling could be heard on the eaves and arch tiles outside the bookstore.
In an instant, dark clouds covered the sky above the county mansion.
The thunder roared and the rain poured down!
The workshop workers yelled and ran out to collect pulp and paper, while passers-by hurriedly looked for wide eaves to take shelter from the rain.
In the bookstore, Gu Tingling was secretly surprised. Didn't the rain stop just now? Why did it start raining again?
Accompanying the sound of thunder was the young man's low and indifferent voice.
"Jiuniang is about to get married to that little dragon from the Jinghe River! I dare to ask Master, do you really want to be that heartless monk?"
Boom!
The narrow purple-white electric light was like a flying sword, penetrating the dark clouds over and over again.
The entire city of Guangyuan County was shrouded under the dark clouds as vast as the sea. Only the Honghu Bookstore at the corner of the street was bright and bright under the thunder.
"Ghost... ghost..."
Gu Tingling's body was trembling, her face turned pale, and she looked in horror at the long, twisted and inhuman shadow reflected behind the young man.
She covered her mouth tightly, the curiosity and admiration in her eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only deep fear.
"What the hell?"
Zhou Yi turned around and looked behind the young man.
"Amitabha, what do you think about the lady's eyes? It's clearly the shadow of a snake, okay? It just has weird horns."
The young man's face turned slightly dark.
The imposing manner of approaching the world was suddenly reduced by three points.
He snorted coldly, a chill growing in his eyes.
"Is the Master as ignorant as these mortal fools?"
Gu Tingling's expression was stiff, she felt extremely embarrassed and humiliated, but she was trembling and did not dare to speak.
Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "The poisonous python in the world is called Hui, and it often practices in the water. After five hundred years of cultivation, it can turn into a dragon. After a thousand years of practice, a dragon can turn into a dragon. After five hundred years, a dragon can turn into a horned dragon. After a thousand years, it can turn into a dragon.
dragon……"
The young man said nothing, staring at the laughing monk, gently rubbing his thumb and index finger.
Anyone who knows him well knows that this is often his instinctive reaction when he has murderous intentions.
He naturally knew that the monk in front of him might be powerful and a rare master in the world.
But this time he came to the county government and was fully prepared.
With his strength as a titled governor and the rare dragon treasures, even if the monk in front of him really killed the big demon Guiche in Wangcai Village, he was more than 80% sure.
"...So, Ao Chen and Ao Silang, the monk said you are a little snake. Is there any problem?"
Buzz!
Ao Chen felt his heart tremble, and the murderous intention that was about to rise to its peak was shattered by the other party's understatement of the question.
No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, his eyelids were still dilated.
But the shock deep in his heart was enough to set off a huge wave that destroyed the fields and villages of 800 miles on both sides of the Nanting River.
No matter whether he was hiding at the entrance of Wangcai Village that night or today in the bookstore of Guangyuan County, he never revealed his background and name.
But the monk explained it clearly.
It stands to reason that the higher the cultivation level, the deeper the destiny will be hidden.
Even an expert who is good at predicting wind and calculating secrets would still find it difficult to calculate.
Unless...the Taoist conduct is too much higher than one's own.
"Crunch..."
The wooden door of the bookstore was pushed open again.
The sound of coir raincoats sliding across the ground was heard.
The person who came was tall and tall, with a simple and pale face.
Only the eyes under the bamboo hat are particularly bright, as if they can catch all the dust in the troubled world.
A scholar from the village quickly greeted him with a smile.
"Mr. Jun also came to take shelter from the rain. He brought his raincoat. Did he know that it would rain twice today?"
The man smiled politely and said, "That's right."
"Sir is just a gentleman. Every time I say it will rain, it will definitely rain. I don't know when it will stop."
"I think it will stop after a while."
While Mr. Jun was speaking, he turned his head and looked towards the back room of the bookstore.
Neither the scholars nor the workshop workers noticed that under the man's bamboo hat, in the narrow eyes, a pair of green double pupils suddenly expanded, changing from thick to light, just like clouds opening and rain disappearing.
The dark clouds over the county also began to disperse in all directions, and the downpour suddenly stopped.
"The rain has stopped. The rain has stopped!"
"This heavy rain is so strange. It comes and goes quickly. It's rare."
"Haha, maybe it was the Dragon Prince who sneezed."
Everyone was talking about it, but Mr. Jun, who was obviously very familiar with the masters of the workshop, walked towards the back of the bookshop with a smile as if nothing was wrong.
It wasn't until he reached Ao Chen, who was facing a formidable enemy, that he stopped, put down his raincoat, and raised his hands to Zhou Yi.
"Master, do you mind if I sit with you?"
The young monk was just passing by the bookstore to read a book, so why did everyone come over to see the young monk?
Zhou Yi sighed softly and put down the book.
"What if the young monk says you mind?"
Mr. Jun's originally long and narrow eyes narrowed into slits, and he immediately raised his head and laughed.
His laughter was like the cry of apes on both sides of the bank, faintly rising into the sky.
Ao Chen's face was solemn.
Beside the bookshelf, Gu Tingling, who was covering her ears tightly, looked pale and looked at the man who was smiling up at the sky in disbelief.
If we talk about the former rich and handsome young man, she can still be reminded of a human prince.
The look and demeanor of the man in the coir raincoat that emerged was already beyond her experience.
She had only heard of heroes like this in books or stories told by storytellers... They were all heroes and rare in the world.
What made Gu Tingling even more incredible was that the man's laughter was like thunder, resounding throughout the world.
But no one among the scholar workers outside the bookstore seemed to hear it.
It was as if an invisible wall of copper and iron had appeared out of thin air, isolating the few of them from the outside world.
'Are these two people...not human beings? That legendary immortal figure? Are there really immortals in the world...'
Gu Tingling was horrified and her face was as white as paper.
For a moment, I felt exhausted mentally and physically, my body became weak, and I fell to the ground.
Mr. Jun stopped laughing and looked at Zhou Yi meaningfully.
"The Master is in that town, reciting Buddhist sutras, saving all sentient beings, and showing great compassion. How come he refuses to give up even half a futon to Mr. Jun?"