This time, the young novice monk was no longer deaf, and was more attentive to talk to her about hosting.
"The host never disliked my background and brought me into the temple to teach me Buddhism..."
He was so eloquent that he even forgot to say who he was.
Jiang Yao interrupted him rudely and asked, "What's your origin?"
The little novice monk was interrupted, and the look of admiration between his brows and eyes suddenly stopped. His hand when adding salt trembled, and he accidentally added too much.
He chanted a Buddhist name.
"Amitabha."
After the words fell, he answered her words.
"The poor monk was born to a brothel girl. He was abandoned outside the temple as soon as he was born. It was the host who kindly picked up the poor monk."
The status of a brothel woman is inherently humble in this world. She gave birth to a child in ten months of pregnancy and had no way to feed the child, so she had to abandon it.
Even if he barely grows up, he can only do sneaky things and be ridiculed.
The little novice monk was unfortunate and lucky. He was unfortunately reincarnated into the womb of a brothel girl, and he was lucky enough to meet the abbot of Qingyun Temple.
Many children like him who were reincarnated into brothels met extremely tragic ends.
Jiang Yao was thoughtful.
The little novice monk served plain noodles and said with a smile: "The host will be out of seclusion in two days, and then the donor can see the host."
Jiang Yao was silent for two seconds and echoed: "Really? That's great."
Two days.
I'm afraid that the day the host leaves seclusion will be the day everyone in the town dies.
She said nothing more and sat down at the table to eat the bowl of plain noodles.
I went out for some business while I was a young novice.
She was the only one left in the empty kitchen.
The temperature inside the room suddenly dropped several degrees, the light coming from outside was gradually swallowed up, a leaden gray mist dispersed in the air, and a strange statue draped in red gauze appeared behind her.
The viscous and asphalt-colored liquid continued to leak out like molten wax, dripping onto the floor.
'Click'
'Click'
A creepy and strange sound sounded against her scalp.
Jiang Yao didn't move. He just raised his hand and blocked his ears with cotton cloth, then tore a piece of cloth to cover his eyes.
It wasn't until the ghost came closer and closer that the thick black liquid dripped into her bowl that she had any reaction.
She suddenly pulled out the mahogany sword from her waist, and with the outline drawn in her mind, she stabbed it accurately into the head of the monster behind her.
"Ahhhh——"
The high-pitched screams echoed throughout the kitchen.
Even though she had blocked both ears with cotton cloth, Jiang Yao was still affected by the ghost. Her head was tingling and her throat was choked with fishy sweetness. She resisted the urge to escape. She kept moving, drawing her sword and stabbing again.
The strange statue placed in the Sutra Pavilion can already attack from a long distance. Unfortunately, it is not the main body, but a clone, and is not Jiang Yao's opponent.
If it was the true body that came, she would have no chance to resist.
The mahogany sword in his hand is not the platinum-level lightning mahogany sword obtained from the copy. It is just an ordinary mahogany wood carved into a sword. It is still a bit difficult to deal with a ghost clone of this level.
Jiang Yao stabbed the sword more than ten times before the clone of the ghost statue disappeared into the air.
The peach wood sword was broken into three pieces and can no longer be used.
She pulled off the cloth covering her eyes, held her chest that was tearing and hurting, and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
Splashed on the toes of the belated little novice monk's shoes.
The bright red blood, like red plums, stained his gray and white cloth shoes.
"Donor..." The little novice monk was startled and hurried forward, reaching out to help her, but Jiang Yao avoided her.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, took off the cotton stuffed in her ears, and said, "It's okay, I have internal injuries."
Even if you tell him, he won't hear you. Jiang Yao simply stopped talking.
The little novice monk turned around and left, then came back soon, holding a bottle of medicine in his hand and handed it to her.
"Donor, this is Baiyu Injury Medicine, specially used to treat internal injuries."
Jiang Yao took it and sniffed it. It was serious medicine.
She took one, and the pain subsided a little, and her pale face gained a little more color.
"Thank you."
The young novice asked: "Donor, why did you suffer such serious internal injuries?"
Jiang Yao pursed his lips: "Sutra Collection Pavilion."
The little novice monk paused slightly, maintaining a worried expression.
The words 'Sutra Pavilion' seemed to make him fall into a place where time stopped.
Jiang Yao seemed to have discovered something very interesting, and smiled.
The topic returned to why she was injured.
She explained: "I encountered an evil spirit that was difficult to deal with."
The young novice frowned when he heard the evil spirits.
He is a monk who kills demons and upholds the right path, so he naturally hates evil spirits deeply.
Just listen to him.
"I have a magical weapon, which is very powerful against evil spirits. If the donor has nothing to do tomorrow, you can come to see the poor monk, and the poor monk will give you the magical weapon."
Jiang Yao asked: "What magical weapon?"
For the first time, the little novice monk showed off his words, the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he spoke in a low voice.
"The donor will know tomorrow."
Jiang Yao thanked him and asked before leaving: "My name is Jiang Yao, what is your name?"
The young novice monk looked slightly startled, silently recited "Jiang Yao", then curved his lips and said with a smile, "Donor Jiang, the poor monk's dharma name is Jie Wu."
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Leave from Qingyun Temple.
Jiang Yao marveled that the medicine given by the little novice monk was so good. After a while, her injuries were already much better, and they would be fully recovered in a short time.
She turned the medicine in the bottle, took out another honey fruit from her sleeve and tasted it.
Not long after leaving the temple, it started to rain again.
The drizzle fell continuously, chilling the skin.
She returned to Yizhuang.
The sky was getting dark, but Zong Lin and Baimao didn't wait until they returned.
Jiang Yao no longer waited, got up and went out to look for them.
As soon as he left the gate of Yizhuang, he saw Zong Lin running towards him with Baimao on his back and using his talent to turn into a shadow.
Before entering Yizhuang, Zong Linhe passed out.
Bai Mao, who was protected by him, collapsed to the ground, his eyes were red, and his pale face was still immersed in fear. He said to her in a panic: "Sister Jiang, save, save him...he..."
He was frightened and his speech was garbled and incoherent.
Jiang Yao didn't wait for him to finish speaking, carrying one in each hand, and strode into the village.
First, put the soul-calming charms on the doors and windows, then light a fire and check Zong Lin's injuries.
He was seriously injured, he lost an arm, his back was injured so deep that his bones were visible, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he lost too much blood. Coupled with the excessive use of his talent, he lost too much blood, and his whole body was as cold as a corpse.
Jiang Yao poured two pills of the 'White Feather Wound Medicine' given by the young novice monk and fed it to Zong Lin.
The injury healed quickly, but his lost arm could not be regenerated.
"What happened? Tell me everything."
Jiang Yao said to Bai Mao, who was still immersed in fear.
His white-haired pupils trembled with fear, his hands curled up helplessly, cold sweat spread on his forehead, he gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty for a long time.
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The timeline returns to daytime.
Zong Lin Baimao and Jiang Yao parted ways. They were going to the town to find a resident to ask what happened in Xitang Town.
