Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1883 Which room does he live in?
Jiang Han immediately pulled the two monks away, and persuaded in a low voice: "If you don't want to see blood, don't stop it!"

The blood on the monk's face faded, he put his hands together and lowered his head, whispering: "Amitabha..."

Nangong Jing hugged her and continued to walk inside, passing through the main hall is the backyard.

There are small temples on all sides, and all the monks are standing in the middle of the courtyard, looking at him in bewilderment.

"Temple supervisor, he...he said he wanted to see the abbot..." The monk walking behind him said with a worried expression on his face.

The older monk took two steps forward, and saw that he was slightly fat, with a ruddy complexion, thick eyebrows and thin eyes.

The deep decree pattern shows that he is a person who loves to laugh, just like Maitreya Buddha in this world, he clasped his hands together and said politely:
"This benefactor, I am Wuliang, the supervisor of this temple. I don't know what the benefactor asked the abbot for?"

"What about others?" Nangong Jing asked without answering. A strong sense of oppression descended on the world like a demon king, making people inexplicably want to retreat.

"The abbot has just retreated, and we don't see any guests for the time being!" The old monk Wu Liang slightly nodded, the intention of thanking the guests was obvious.

"Which room does he live in?" Nangong Jing seemed to be exhausted, and her angry voice raised dozens of decibels.

The hostility in his eyes was raging, as if he would kill all of them immediately if he heard the voice of rejection again.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Wu Liang had no choice but to turn around and point to the backyard, and said calmly, "This way, go all the way west to the end, and that's the monk's house where he lives!"

Nangongjing strode over with Jian Junxi in her arms, her whole body was covered with a layer of ice that would never melt for thousands of years, and there was a gust of chilling wind when she walked over.

Neither of them understood why Hong Yuan wanted to close the gate of the temple?I don't even understand why Nangong Jing hugged a man covered in blood and wanted to see Hong Yuan?
"Brother, does that man seem familiar?" A monk scratched his head.

"I don't know who he is, but the one he's holding looks a lot like Jian Junxi..."

"Is that the boy who knelt down from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain when the mountain was closed last time?"

"Um……"

"I don't think so, he just has a sharp face, such a big belly, and Jian Junxi is so thin, it's impossible..."

"This……"

"Who is that? I don't know if I'm still angry?"

"Whether you are angry or not? Shouldn't you go to the doctor? Why are you here..."

"do not know……"

"This is Jian Junxi, didn't you see that he is carrying the Buddhist beads given by the abbot?"

"Did not notice……"

"Temple supervisor, why did Master close the temple?"

"I don't know for now, don't talk nonsense here, go and rest first!" Wu Liang said expressionlessly.

All the monks looked at each other in dismay, bid him farewell with their palms folded, and went back to their respective monastery houses.

Nangong Jing walked west all the way, an old road paved with stone bricks, with antique pavilions on both sides, like a resting place for pilgrims.

After walking about 300 meters, I finally came to a small courtyard surrounded by pavilions and winding corridors.
The corridors are full of various window grilles and flower patterns, carved lifelike, and the whole small building is very delicately built.

He carried Jian Junxi to the door, and the two doors opened automatically as if they had eyes.

What came into view was a screen covered with lotus flowers that were not stained by mud, and the environment inside could not be seen clearly.

"Master, I'll go in and have a look first, make sure there is no problem, you can go in!" Jiang Han stood in front of him.

Nangong Jing's thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line of indifference, she didn't speak, it was her default...

(End of this chapter)