C8 (1/2)

The tall monk saw Xiao Qi from afar. At that time, Xiao Qi was wearing a tattered white dress, wiping her mucus and drooling.

When the High Monk saw Xiao Chen, his bright eyes lit up. Facing Xiao Qi, he very respectfully bowed, clasped his hands, and left without saying a word.

When the abbot heard about this, he personally went down the mountain to find Xiao Qi and meaningfully said, ”Amitabha, in this abbot's opinion, this child is very intelligent and is fated to be with me. Why don't you follow me up the mountain and shave off the buddha.”

Of course, Xiao Qi was extremely happy.

When you go up the mountain and become a monk, you have food and shelter.

Thus, he became a monk, officially becoming the only monk in the monastery, with the exception of the abbot. The Codex was displeased.

Ten years had passed, yet the little monk's wisdom did not show up. It was said that he could not even understand the simplest Buddhist scriptures, and even the old abbot had given him up.

How could he prove that Ruo Lan wasn't a demon? How could he save her?

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see.

At this moment, he forgot that he didn't have any mana.

According to the teachings of the old abbot's master, he used his will to gather energy.

Very quickly, the monk was enveloped in a golden light.

A lotus seat appeared under him as he slowly floated above the lotus seat, hovering in mid-air.

As his golden light enveloped the area, the previously cloudless blue sky turned dark in an instant. Black clouds rolled and thunder roared, as if warning the heavens.

When the surrounding crowd saw this, they were greatly shocked.

It was unknown who kneeled down first as he chanted, ”We pay our respects to the High Monk, we pay our respects to Buddha …”

As a result, a large number of people kneeled down.

At the top of the mountain.

Jun Wu You's usually calm face couldn't help but flicker with surprise when he saw this.

He secretly used his magic to check and found that the young monk had only failed to activate his magic power. If given enough time …

Jun Wu Zhi took back his magic power and pondered for a moment, his lips curled up in a cold smile.

In the fire that blotted the sky, Ruo Lan blankly stared at Xiao Qi. She looked at the little monk with delicate features, sitting in the center of the crowd and looking at Jin Lian. Her heart was filled with warmth.

Little Seven, it's not in vain that I kept stealing wine for you to drink. It's not in vain that I called you Big Brother Little Seven.

On the horizon, rain began to fall.

Jun Wu Yi raised his head amidst the drizzling rain, and caught a glimpse of the rain above his head, which seemed to be showing signs of stopping.

Looking at the little monk, he seemed to be gradually losing his mana.

The rain fell on the burning pyre and only temporarily weakened the fire.