"Little monk, you arrived half a minute early today."
Everything is the same as yesterday.
Yan Baibai didn’t know how long these days had passed. Apart from the changes in weather, what she experienced every day was almost the same.
Just when Yan Baibai thought that he was going to live a boring life like this, one day, the girl was absent.
That day, the chanting and wooden fish sounds she heard had several irregularities.
It was three days later when the girl came back.
"Little monk, you're here early today." The girl's sweet voice rang out with the sound of a bell. "The abbot is right. You are really suitable to be a monk."
"Little monk, I started feeling unwell again a few days ago, so I didn't come to talk to you. Did you feel free and happy those days?"
"Little monk, do you think my illness will be cured?"
"Little monk, why do you come here to chant scriptures every day?"
"Little monk, when I came here just now, I passed by the Soul-Guiding Lighthouse Forest and saw a white-haired man. The look in his eyes was terrifying. I thought I saw a ghost... but for some reason, I felt that his eyes were filled with despair and sadness."
On this day, the chanting and the sound of the wooden fish became regular and normal again.
When Yan Baibai saw the sky turn red, she knew the sun was about to set. She silently counted three numbers in her mind, and when she reached "zero", the monk finally rested.
At this time, Yan Baibai should also prepare to rest. She thought that the days to come would return to the same as before.
Unexpectedly, a clear and elegant voice was heard.
"Donor, please don't go near the Soul Guiding Lighthouse in the future."
It was a man's voice, a monk's. The monk finally spoke!
Yan Baibai was a little excited.
"Ah?" The girl was obviously a little surprised: "Why?"
Yan Baibai listened to the girl's reaction. She was curious about what the monk said, not why the monk actually spoke to her, which proved that this was not the first time the monk spoke to a girl.
OK, these two actually communicated secretly in a place she didn't know about! Angry!
Yan Baibai began to entertain herself with random thoughts, but after a moment, she became curious about the content of their conversation.
"That white-haired man, his wife died. He's been lighting lamps for hundreds of years, but he still can't bring back her soul. He's practically crazy." The monk's voice was calm. If it weren't for his youthful tone, his tone would have sounded like that of a highly accomplished monk. Unfortunately, his words didn't suggest that. "Donor, please don't go forward, lest you attract bad luck and be used as a punching bag."
"No wonder his eyes are so full of sadness. It turns out his beloved wife died. How pitiful." The girl's tone was low and melancholy, but there was no fear in her voice.
"You!" Just by hearing the voice, Yan Baibai could imagine the monk's frown, helpless look, so the monk could only say: "He killed his wife himself, so do you still feel pity for him?"
"What!" The girl was obviously surprised, and then she was angry: "Then he deserves it!"
"It's better for a man who even kills his own wife to stay away, so as to avoid disaster." Hearing the girl say this, the monk's tone was somewhat relieved.
"Why did the temple let such a person in, and occupy the tallest and largest soul-calling tower all by himself?" The girl asked in a puzzled and dissatisfied tone.
"I can't win." The monk said concisely.
The two were silent for a moment.
"This... is indeed a difficult problem to solve, hahaha." Finally, it was the girl who broke the awkward silence. She laughed awkwardly twice and then said, "I just feel sorry for that man's wife."
"Maybe the wife was willing to be killed by the man?" said the monk.
"How can there be such stupid people in this world!" the girl retorted with a smile, then became serious and said, "Little monk, even though you chant sutras and beat the wooden fish every day, and the abbot says you were born with Buddha bones, the words you say really don't sound like something a monk would say!"
"The abbot said so too..." The little monk's voice finally became a little melancholy. "Perhaps it's the influence of the demon blood in my body! The demon race is naturally cold-blooded."
"Don't think like that. I'm also a demon, from the Tushan fox demon lineage. You don't know how much I envy you." The girl said quickly.
"Envy...me?" The monk was obviously hearing this for the first time.
"Yes, my father said that I am too soft-hearted and not suitable to be a demon. If I could have the same character as you, my father would be happy." The girl replied affirmatively: "How about, while I am still healing in the temple, can you teach me some of your ways of dealing with things?"
"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate." The monk said hesitantly.
"Of course, of course. If you're afraid the host will punish you again, I'll go and beg him myself." The girl jumped for joy, and the crisp sound of bells echoed across the lotus pond. "I'll definitely see to it. Don't worry, Jueqing!"
As she spoke, the girl's footsteps gradually faded away.
"Wait!" The monk wanted to chase after her, but because he had to pack his things, he was a step too late. He could only shout, "Donor Tushan, Tushan Qing, please wait for me."
The steady footsteps, for the first time, hurriedly and hurriedly walked away.
The golden sunlight completely disappeared on the earth. If it were normal times, Yan Baibai would have started to prepare for rest, but now, she was so shocked that she was full of energy.
The little monk turned out to be a heartless Buddhist!
And that girl is a fox demon from the Tushan lineage!
So her current incarnation should be a lotus in the lotus pond in Foshan City.
So the dangerous white-haired man they were talking about must be Xiao Changhen.
Who created the formation she's currently in? How long ago did this happen? What was the purpose of this formation? Is it related to the tragedy that occurred in the demon world?
As Yan Baibai got more information, the doubts in his heart also grew.
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