Apricot-colored monk's robe, a long sword around his waist, and a twisted figure.

Under his eyes of Xicheng-style resentful eyes was a completely corrupted face. Because the festering was too serious, he could not recognize whether the other party was a man or a woman.

A long white and tattered turban was wrapping the face. While the cold wind blew the turban, the other party stood up from the ground in a strange manner, and then... put his hands on his face.

Crack!!!

My head turned one hundred and eighty degrees again and followed it straight.

It seems... this is a bad person.

The Xicheng style eyes narrowed, the right hand was opened, and the mist of the coffin was wrapped around his hand, and it was about to squirm and form.

Looking at the monk's robe on the other party, it was probably the monk soldier who was responsible for protecting the residence of Bai Wu's son.

Did you die here and then become a resentful spirit?

Xicheng style pondered, and just planned to start first.

Then--

He heard the other party's incomplete and hoarse voice.

"White Mist...Son of White Mist..."

The monk soldier extended his blue and white rotten palm towards the God of White Mist.

Um?

Xichengshi glanced at the White Mist Godson, and then looked at the monk soldiers opposite him, without expecting that such an expansion would occur.

Instead of attacking him, the other party looked at the son of Baiwu.

But even though he didn't expect, the monk soldiers over there were still muttering unconsciously: "The son of Baiwu... confess... he has always followed the requirements of the temple master... keeping here... the key... he is still here..."

The son of Baiwu? Repent?

Xichengshi glanced at the monk soldier, and after thinking for a moment, she understood the specific situation from the other party's words.

What was in front of me was not the monk soldiers, but because they violated the precepts, they were punished by the Lord of Baiwu Temple...that is, the leader of the Baiwu family, and the monks who were asked to guard here.

This kind of monk is also called a monk who breaks the precepts, which means that the monk who breaks the precepts does not mean repentance and breaks the precepts.

The other party was asked to stay here, guarding this lonely bridge every day, and not allowing ordinary people to pass through, and at the same time, he issued a day after day confession to the son of Baiwu.

The cry just now was also the sound of its confession.

Of course, the most important thing is what it calls the key.

I saw it in the West City Style.

The copper gray long key was hanging on the other party's chest, and its surface was radiating a little luster under the brilliance of the flashlight.

"Shijun...that key..."

The son of Baiwu obviously noticed the key and leaned over.

"Well...it's probably the key to the Longqiao hand." Xichengshi explained.

Only by pulling down the hand can you reach the residence of the son of Baiwu on the other side of the long bridge. For this reason, you must get the key.

"Did the son of Baiwu... bring me the forgiveness of the temple master?"

A sound came from the "mouth" of the monk who broke the precepts - if the piece of meat that had been rotten so badly could also be called the mouth...

The forgiveness of the temple master?

The thin eyebrows of the God of White Mist moved, and his big eyes were spinning.

Maybe she is usually stubborn, but at this critical moment, she is still a woman who can show off.

The son of Baiwu easily understood the meaning of the other party's words.

The forgiveness of the temple master... means forgiveness of its sinful act that breaks the precepts.

As the son of the Baiwu family, in a sense, he is also the object of repentance by the other party, so what he said should be equivalent to what the temple master said.

Thinking of this, the Godzi Baiwu turned to Shishi and looked at Shishi Nishi: "I'll go and give it a try? Shijun?"

“…” Xicheng style.

Although it was not difficult for him to deal with the other party, if the God of White Mur can convince the other party... it would be a good thing.

After all, it can save death and energy.

but...

Xichengshi didn't expect that the Godzi Baiwu would take the initiative to make such a request.

I remember this little girl was quite timid.

Looking at her face slightly white with cold, Xicheng nodded and agreed to her proposal.

After agreeing, Xichengshi followed the White Murgun God Son to prevent the other party from suddenly changing his mind.

Both of them walked to the monk with a calm expression.

Xicheng style calmness is because he is confident in his strength, while Bai Wu Shenzi's face is calm... It is because she is a facial paralyzed person. Even though her feet are actually trembling with fear, her delicate and cold face still has not changed much.

Gudu—

So big...

The Godzi Baiwu swallowed his throat and couldn't help but think of the monk breaking the rules in front of him.

This is not because the God of White Mur is thinking wrongly, but the monk breaking the precepts in front of him is indeed huge.

The huge and twisted figure of the monk who broke the precept was about three meters away was flowing out with cold air.

On the festering face, the rotten eyes were staring at him like a dead fish.

Although I am afraid... I still have to!

I have always been very good at having facial paralysis!

Even for Shijun, I have to work hard!

The son of Baiwu whispered to cheer himself up in his heart.

She raised her eyes, and her cold and steady gaze stared straight at the monk breaking the rules.

After about three seconds of staring, she moved away from her gaze, and at the same time it was a distant and ethereal voice:

"Yes, this time I came to forgive you for breaking the precepts on behalf of the temple master."

When she said this, she did not look at the monk breaking the precepts, her ethereal voice...it was as if she was really a decent son of god.

"Really...has forgiven..."

The monk's eyelids pulled the minced meat and fell down rustlingly.

Looking at this extremely disgusting scene, the White Mist God Son felt a little numb, but he still maintained a calm image and replied:

"Yes, you've indeed been forgiven. Give me the key."

Is this OK?

After saying this, Bai Wu Godzi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next moment—

"I don't believe it."

The decayed facial features of the monk broke the rill were twisted: "How could it be so easy to forgive me?"

Very troublesome!!!

The God Son of White Mist shouted in his heart.

Can't you hand over the key honestly?!

Do you have to let Shijun chop your dog's head?

Although there are many psychological activities, the White Mist Godzi still maintained a calm and steady attitude and asked:

"Don't you believe me?"

Well--

The monk broke the rules obviously paused, but with such realistic acting skills of the White Mist God Son, he still replied with difficulty:

"Even if it is the son of Baiwu... you must have the proof of the temple master... to hand over the key..."

"oh?"

The son of Baiwu looked up and looked up: "I can't do it?"

"yes."

"..." The son of the White Mist.

"If you have the proof of the temple master, you can hand over the key... My mission is over."

The voice of the monk breaking the precepts is like a dream.

......

"Souvenir from the temple master's room..."

Xichengshi glanced at the monk who had broken the precepts who sat down again to confess.

According to the map, the room of the temple master should be in a building called "Mist Long House".

Get some close-fitting things from the "Master of the Temple" from it, and you should be able to get the key from the monk who broke the precepts...

Just as the West City-style thinking was empty, the White Mist Godzi suddenly stretched out his finger and spoke:

"I have a clever plan!"

A clever plan?

Xicheng Style glanced at the White Mist God Son.
To be continued...