The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

A hole appeared out of nowhere in the void.

Two adults and one child were spit out from the void with shouts of "Wow..."

"Hu Yanming, you have to let me be prepared!"

Xi Zhaozhao shouted, and the three of them fell vertically from a height of thousands of feet, like a big rooster that tried to spread its wings high into the sky but could only flap its wings randomly.

"Hurry...think of a solution!"

Hu Yanming was tired and sleepy, but every time he closed his eyes and thought about falling into a deep sleep as if “the world has nothing to do with me”, he would immediately wake up from the pain.

It’s another experience of “life is worse than death”.

Although this was also caused by Hu Yanming's shameless decision to provoke Mo Shou...

Fortunately, Xi Zhaozhao has some skills. She may not be able to compete with the sect genius like Huyan Ming, but if compared with others, she is many times better than those struggling casual cultivators.

She summoned the Green Light Sword in the air and silently recited some sword techniques. The entire sword body of the Green Light Sword suddenly became wide and thick, enough to carry three adult men and women flying on the sword.

"Brother, hold on a little longer. I'll heal your wounds as soon as we land."

Xi Zhaozhao was fully focused, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, and controlled the Green Light Sword to make an emergency landing at its maximum speed.

It landed right in front of a small temple that could shelter from the wind and snow.

only......

How could a temple be built in this place where there is no village in front and no shop behind?

Moreover, the bright lanterns on both sides of the temple entrance clearly indicate that someone lives inside!

No matter what, saving lives is important!

"Three donors, the Buddhist temple has been locked. If you want to burn incense and pray for peace, please come early tomorrow. If you want to seek marriage, Buddha is not the matchmaker, you still need to rely on yourself."

Hearing this familiar and childish voice.

Lao Ba forced his eyes open a little, but he did not see the little monk in his memory. Instead, due to his uncontrollable fatigue, he fell asleep as his eyes went dark.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t see it, just hearing the voice is enough.

I just don't know if this counts as the second "see you next time"...

"Little Master, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!"

Xi Zhaozhao anxiously shouted to the young monk who was sweeping snow from the stone slabs, "Please be kind and let us stay here for one night. We will leave early tomorrow morning!"

"Oh, benefactor, I'm not the host."

The young monk stopped cleaning, turned around, and said unhappily, "It's up to the abbot whether to stay or not. The abbot is out, and you..."

"We will never cause you any trouble!"

Xi Zhaozhao interrupted.

"Donor, please listen to me first. What I mean is..."

The young monk spread his hands and said helplessly, "The abbot has left, and the temple is built here. Whether you want to live here or not, how can I, a weak little monk, stop you?"

"Besides, you have a sword in your hand!"

Xi Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with joy as he understood, "Thank you, Master!"

"Alas, I can't really call myself a master. The host is not here, I..."

“Thank you for hosting!”

"Oh my, benefactor, I see that you have a full forehead and a round chin. You are a blessed person at first glance. I just counted with my fingers. Guess what I calculated?"

"Your path ahead is broad and bright!"

Before Xi Zhaozhao could respond, the little monk had already finished his words in a mysterious voice.

"What the hell is the Zhaozhao Road getting wider..."

Hu Yanming looked at the young monk in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, and couldn't help but said enthusiastically: "What about me? What about me, little baldy, calculate it for me!"

"Well, that's fine, but I'm still a little inexperienced, so I may not be sure."

The little monk said with a smile.

"hurry up!"

"Also, could you please stand somewhere else? Standing right under the lantern, your big bald head is so blinding. Oh, and by the way, were your ears pulled too much by your parents when you were a kid because you were naughty?"

The little monk stopped laughing. He silently moved to another place, then pinched his fingers in a mysterious manner. I don’t know what he saw, but he was suddenly shocked.

"Oh my, benefactor, something terrible has happened!"

"Open your mouth and keep saying 'Ouch!' Shut up and say 'Ouch!' What's the big deal? Tell me."

Hu Yanming was speechless for a while.

I thought he was a great monk, but it turned out he was just a little charlatan who pretended to be a god.

"I calculated that you are destined to have a disaster!"

The young novice monk said seriously, "It is this calamity that has trapped you in this tiny body. In every reincarnation, you have sought liberation, but each time you have been defeated by this calamity. This is already your tenth reincarnation! If you continue to make the same mistakes, you may not be able to achieve it in another life!"

"Oh, is it so."

Hu Yanming twitched his lips, pretending to smile, "What kind of calamity?"

What a little charlatan, what's with all that talk of reincarnation through ten lives?

"This calamity is called—'Evil'!"

The young monk said seriously, "Eh, the bad luck!"

"If we can successfully survive this disaster..."

Hu Yanming raised his eyebrows, "What will happen?"

The young monk gestured above Hu Yanming's head and said, "It can probably grow this much taller."

Hu Yanming:...

Little baldy, making fun of your Grandpa Huyan, right?!

"Hu Yanming, come here."

After Xi Zhaozhao in the temple bandaged the shocking wounds on Lao Ba's body, he turned around and shouted angrily at Hu Yanming, who was holding the collar of the innocent-looking little monk, "I have some ointment here that can relieve your injuries. Come here and I'll apply it on you!"

"Hurry up, don't make things difficult for my young master!"

"Hmph, I'll let you go this time."

Hu Yanming threatened, "If you dare to laugh at my height again, I'll tear down this shabby temple of yours!"

"Donor, what I said is true..."

"The old hen has a rope tied to her butt."

"What do you mean?"

"That's bullshit!"

Hu Yanming released the bewildered young monk and snorted coldly. He muttered as he walked away, "After surviving the calamity that blocked nine reincarnations, you've only grown a little taller?"

"This disaster is too worthless!"

The young monk straightened his collar and looked at Hu Yanming's back, which was not even as tall as the table legs. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "If it's just about growing taller, then this last calamity is too worthless."

"Hey, Zhao Zhao! Why are you taking off my clothes?"

"How can I apply the medicine without taking off my clothes?"

"Is this appropriate? Men and women shouldn't touch each other!"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not interested in little ghosts or anything like that."

"...According to my age, you should call me uncle."

"Hurry up, the pursuers may arrive any time."

Xi Zhaozhao urged him, but Huyan Ming was very self-disciplined.

He is determined not to expose his naked side in front of the opposite sex.

In the end, there was no way to evacuate, so Xi Zhaozhao could only ask the young monk who was cleaning outside for help.

Only then did Hu Yanming put away his childish temper.

But the "wow wow" screams that came from time to time inside the temple were enough to explain it.

Monks also hold grudges.

"Master, my brother's temperature is so low, will he be okay?"

The air in the side room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Xi Zhaozhao stood by the bed and turned to look at the young monk who personally wiped the body of the eighth old man.

"Everyone's physique is different, this is normal."

slam-la-

The young novice monk wrung out the washed towel in the bucket and said with a smile, "Donor, the days of cultivation versus the mundane world, which is harder and more tiring?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious, nothing else."

Although he didn't understand why the young monk asked such a question, he was truly bored with his free time, so Xi Zhaozhao answered truthfully, "If we talk about hardship, it was definitely the days before I joined the sect. If we talk about exhaustion, nothing is more tiring than practicing. However, it may be difficult to adapt at first, but slowly, over time, you'll naturally get used to it."

"Practicing is boring all day long. There's really nothing much to say."

The young monk mentioned it, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "But life is hard. How can I begin to explain it? Isn't it true that only disciples with immense wealth can become immortals?"

"Generally speaking, that's right."

Xi Zhaozhao agreed with this view, but she also had her own opinion. She said, "But among the famous and powerful families, they value the potential of their disciples more. After all, they don't lack a few taels of silver."

"So, the donor has been spotted by the immortal for his potential?"

The young monk asked.

"I'm not sure about that either."

Xi Zhaozhao touched his nose and said awkwardly, "As far as I know, apart from a few disciples who came to the mountains to learn martial arts on their own initiative, most of our sect were abducted."

"What about the donor? Was he also abducted?"

Xi Zhaozhao felt even more embarrassed after hearing this. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she found it difficult to speak. "I saw a beggar... cough! Master was begging outside... well, I saw an old man who was pitiful. He had been putting out his little wooden bowl for ages but no one was giving him any. I couldn't bear it, so I picked up some... some... and gave him half of the steamed buns I found."

"Did you really just pick it up?"

The little novice monk has a mysterious and mysterious way.

"At least I didn't rob it!"

Xi Zhaozhao replied with gritted teeth.

It was indeed not picked up. It was simply because Xi Zhaozhao was so hungry that day that he almost had no strength left, and he only got a white flour bun by barking like a dog twice.

As for later, she ate half of the steamed bun to replenish her energy, and with the other half she happened to see the old man who had been setting the bowl in the morning and whose bowl was empty until the afternoon.

At that time, the old man was sleeping soundly on the haystack with his back to her.

Seeing that the old man had slept here for a whole day, looking as if he had not cared about life and death, Xi Zhaozhao felt bad for him and put the remaining half of the white flour bun into the bowl.

When she was done and turned to leave, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist!

Afterwards, the old man with a black eye took her to buy some clean clothes. He threatened that he would take her back to meet her senior brothers and sisters later and that she must not lose her composure.

I became a disciple of the immortal family without knowing what was going on...

"Haha, everyone has a past that they don't want to look back on."

The little novice monk said carelessly, "Even I am no exception."

"But benefactor, live in the present and don't dwell on the past. No matter how wonderful the past was, or how painful it was, it is all in the past."

“Cherish what is in front of you, right now.”

The young monk left this sentence and walked out with the bucket in his hand with difficulty, leaving Xi Zhaozhao with only a weak but tall monk-like back.

Is this an illusion?

Why do I feel like I see a big bald head...

Xi Zhaozhao thought so.

The young monk outside stumbled and almost spilled water all over the floor.

"Tsk, you little baldy, you're so clumsy, can you please work more seriously?"

"Hehe, I know, I know. If you're unhappy, bite me."

"Just know...what did you just say?"

"No, it snowed heavily these days, and the floor is quite slippery. Please remember... Ouch!"

The young monk slipped and all the water spilled onto Hu Yanming.

He was soaked like a drowned rat on the spot.

"You little bald guy..."

Hu Yanming wiped the water droplets from his face, thought for a moment, and then flew into a rage: "You clearly did it on purpose! Who would pour water forward while falling backwards!!!"

"Donor, be careful!"

"I'll treat you like a big-headed ghost..."

Before he could finish his words, Hu Yanming slipped.

Those who have experienced it would not know how slippery the ground was. This time, Hu Yanming slid and hit his head on the evergreen tree planted in the yard.

This is not the end yet, the snow hanging on the leaves falls down.

As luck would have it, it poured right on Hu Yanming's head.

"I told you the ground is slippery, but you didn't believe me."

The young monk picked up the bucket and muttered as he walked: "If you don't listen to the monk's advice, you will suffer the consequences~"

This little bald guy has some evil nature...

Hu Yanming shook his head to shake off the snow.

He discovered that this little novice monk, whose earlobes were unusually long, could always outmaneuver him through seemingly unintentional but actually bizarre coincidences.

If it happens twice in one go, you can probably get away with it as a coincidence.

Including the time I slipped, it has happened ten times!!!

Although Hu Yanming knew that he was a bad mouth, he couldn't be so unlucky every time, right?

The story of two people.

Is it reasonable that he is the one who gets injured every time?

"Zhao Zhao, do you think this bald man is a little strange?"

"Why don't you take good care of your injuries and always go against the young master?"

Xi Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

A guy who was shouting for his life not long ago, suddenly felt that he was fine again even though the sky was not clear and the snow had not stopped.

Who is so strange about going against someone on their territory?

Do you really think that the Buddha statues in the temple are provided for free?

"I never went against him."

Hu Yanming was dissatisfied and said, "He even pooped on my head, how can I be blamed for this? Besides, I was the one who suffered the most in the end. You sympathize with that little baldy, aren't you mistaken?"

"Okay, you should also keep it."

Xi Zhaozhao shook his head and frowned, "Didn't you send a distress signal to your sect? It's been so long, why hasn't anyone arrived yet?"

"I'm wondering about that, too."

Hu Yanming covered his chin and muttered to himself, "That doesn't make sense! Back in the desert, Senior Brother Haotian arrived not long after I sent back Lei Xun. This is Snow Country, and the sect was established here..."

"Strange, it's really strange."