Chapter 888 The New Monk in the Sutra Pavilion (Two Updates!)

Chapter 888 The New Monk in the Sutra Pavilion (Two Updates!)

"Dare to ask the mage's name?"

Huicai looked at the unremarkable visitor cautiously, and Huicai felt that the other person should also be a monk.

After all, the opponent's head looked extremely round.

But the strange thing is that Huicai didn't see any traces of ordaining on the opponent's head.

But if you call the other party a layman, you are not afraid of his dislike.

Although the other party seems to have not been ordained, Huicai doesn't think the other party is such an ordinary existence.

After all, the human skin that had dispersed like a tide and the phantom he had seen before made him faintly aware.

No matter what, the other party seems to be some kind of dangerous existence...

For Huicai, who was suffering from the ravages of demons, he could smell the danger.

"easy"

The visitor looked at him and said, the other's gaze made Huicai a little uneasy.

Although he didn't reveal a demon-like ferocity outside the door he opened.

But his golden eyes faintly glowing under the candlelight still made him feel a certain sense of awe-inspiring oppression.

Moreover, Huicai realized that the words spoken by the other party were something he had never heard before.

However, Huicai could understand what the other party meant, and he felt that it was probably the language of the 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, without any ordinary emotions.

Huicai felt short of breath, but he didn't run away or do any other irrational behavior.

To survive in this gray land, enough wisdom is the greatest guarantee for survival.

"It's getting late, why is Master Yi?"

"The monks in the temple have already fallen asleep. If there is a reason, I can go and wake them up."

Huicai looked at the visitor calmly and said.

As for how turbulent his heart is, only he himself knows.

He didn't know what he was encountering, and the strong sense of crisis lifted his spirits.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by something, filled with some indescribable panic.

It seemed that the results of his previous meditation practice were nothing but his fantasy.

"I want to practice Nian Xu in your temple."

The visitor spoke with his strange accent.

Although Hui Cai was confused, he understood the meaning of the other party very strangely.

He felt that the other party might have some supernatural powers, which inevitably made him feel even more flustered.

As the current abbot of Hanchan Temple, Huicai felt a little confused.

Of course he was unwilling to take in such an existence of unknown origin, but at this moment, the other party took out a shiny golden item from nowhere.

After the other party handed it over, Huicai couldn't help but follow it for some reason.

And the precipitated feeling and the subtle touch 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 trace of struggle.

After a long time, Hui nodded.

And the next day, the monks of Hanchan Temple were astonished to find that there was a new floor-sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion of Hanchan Temple...

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"Is this going to mess up?"

Gray-Taris frowned as he read the information in the newspaper.

Gray-Taris is his nickname in a foreign country, in fact he prefers another name: Xiong Bo.

Although e-reading has become the current mainstream information acquisition channel.

But for Xiong Bo, he prefers to be like his father, holding a newspaper and slowly watching the changes in the world.

Perhaps, it was some kind of influence from his father's generation.

With the rough texture of the paper and the smell of ink, the reading experience has its own unique style.

Of course, this is just Xiong Bo's personal hobby.

Xiong Bo straightened the newspaper: a man's face occupied a huge page of the newspaper.

Although the ink presents it in black and white, Xiong Bo can still see the extremely hideous scar on his face.

It's hard to imagine what a painful past those hideous scars represent.

In Xiong Bo's view, such a person should not appear in newspapers in such a form.

Because that represents the continuous performance of tragedies-he was not accepted by society in the end, but returned to this cruel world in another more cruel form.

The newspaper used a lot of words to describe his past.

Judging from these words, it is difficult for Xiong Bo to equate it with his current appearance of bringing iron and fire.

After all, what Xiong Bo read between the lines is an inspirational college student full of will and wisdom.

But now, it is a supernatural terrorist trying to split the local regime.

Yes, psychic terrorist is the definition of relevant agencies.

Xiong Bo thinks this definition is too crude and crude, but it has always adhered to the style of relevant institutions.

Xiong Bo doesn't think it's such a wrong thing, but from an academic and personal aesthetic point of view, he doesn't quite agree with it.

However, efficiency and quality are always difficult to reconcile.

Regardless of the past or the present, no matter whether it is mortal or extraordinary, this is the case...

"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 on the screen—it was the supernatural terrorist he had seen in the newspaper.

Anne-Taris shook the bear cub doll in her hand, she felt that the other's flame didn't look very cool.

She has seen Dean Emma's flame, that pure and destructive flame, full of 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 rely on the flames to attack directly, he was...

Well……

Annie-Taris looked at the information on the screen again, what kind of high-temperature steam was used by the other party?

Anne-Taris knew about the steam, and Anne-Taris felt that she understood the meaning of high-temperature steam.

But does this have anything to do with flames?

Anne-Taris was lost in thought, and then she stopped thinking...

Whatever it is, just smash him with your fist!

Anne-Taris waved the bear cub doll in her hand, and she felt that she had already thought of the correct answer.

Seeing his daughter dancing, a smile appeared on Xiong Bo's face.

In fact, compared to Winnie-Taris, he didn't want Anne to be troubled so much.

After all, according to his thinking, he had already suffered a lot.

In this world, there is always a bitter taste.

But he hopes that his daughter's life will always be filled with happiness and sweetness.

At least when he was able to bear it, she should be carefree.

In this case, though, mothers are always more realistic...

"Annie, has the college assigned you homework?"

At this moment, Mrs. Winnie-Taris' voice came from the kitchen.

Anne-Taris: ? ? ?

after class homework? Does magic school have such a thing?

Annie-Taris fell into a deep confusion...