Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

After a few days, I have already collected 90 points of excrement shoveling. Even if I can't be called a pet, why should I have one foot on the side of my pet?Other gifts that shit-shoveling officers give pets are not luxury villas for pets to live in, or taking pets to a high-end club for a top-notch spa, or casual pet health care is not bad...!

This was the first time Jiang Zuo saw a shit-shoveling officer deliver a coffin to his pet... It was a coffin carved by his own hands, which can be said to be very simple.

362 racked his brains and tried to comfort him: But think about it carefully... still a little romantic?

Jiang Zuo who was lying in the coffin: "..." If you don't speak, you will die?

The carefully selected top-quality pear wood has fine texture and lustrous color. The little squirrel lying in the pear wood box has a snow-white belly and tender pink belly. The fluffy tail exposed outside is slightly darker than the red-brown color of the pear wood. Very nice.

Even the holy monk with a cold face could not help but raise the corners of his eyes slightly at this time.

362 boasted: ... This coffin quite matches your complexion.

Jiang Zuo: Stretch your mouth, here is a stapler, staple it yourself.

The fat squirrel, who was only a little bit away from dying on the spot, stepped out of the coffin indifferently with a fat squirrel face, and then stood by the window with his back to the holy monk indifferently, with his indifferent back that couldn't be more indifferent. In response to the old dog's question about whether he likes coffins or not.

The solitary figure of Fatty Squirrel standing by the window looks like a piece of taffy melted by the midday sun.

The holy monk's elbow resting on the tea table moved slightly, he raised his slender index finger, and traced the little squirrel's plump back.

"...too small?"

Giving the coffin even hinted that he was fat!Jiang Zuo was really angry this time: ... a dog!You can't afford to mess with a rat like me who comes out to mess around! !

The angry Jiang Zuo turned around in a hurry, hugged Qingchi with two paws and scratched his index finger on his back, opened his mouth to the white knuckle and gnawed it down.

The fat squirrel hugged the holy monk's finger, and let the tip of the forefinger firmly poke on his pressed soft squirrel belly.

The holy monk's eyes stayed on the fat squirrel with its tail pouted, and he let Jiang Zuo gnaw and bite on his index finger. His face was full of laziness. Instead of being annoyed, he even raised his fingertips to pick at the little squirrel from time to time. tongue.

Soon rows of pink tooth marks were gnawed on the holy monk's white index finger.

Not long after the holy monk had been playing, a young monk came to pass on the meal.

Jiang Zuo, who had a toothache, lay on Qing Chi's shoulder unhappily, a faint smell of blood came faintly, Jiang Zuo, who had a keen sense of smell, shrugged his nose, pouted on Qing Chi's shoulder and sniffed vigorously. Know where the smell of blood came from.

Could it be that his teeth were bleeding when he gnawed on the holy monk's fingers?Jiang Zuo worriedly touched his front teeth with the tip of his claws.

During the dinner, Qing Chi seemed to have a bad appetite, so he scooped half of the porridge into Jiang Zuo's small plate.

Finally, he drank the red bean porridge that Xiao had wanted for a long time, and his mouth was full of sweet red bean glutinous sweetness. Jiang Fat Mouse stretched out his small tongue to lick the edge of the dish, and touched his swollen belly, and his mood improved a little.

Luo Qinghe, who was on the side, lowered his head, and moved his face closer to Jiang Zuo who was rubbing his stomach paralyzed. While he was chewing the red bean porridge in his mouth, his dark eyes sparkled.

[Congratulations to the host!Protagonist shit shoveling value +1]

[Congratulations to the host!Protagonist shit shoveling value +1]

[Congratulations to the host!Protagonist shit shoveling value +1]

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Jiang Zuo glanced at the protagonist's approaching big face, and seemed to have figured out what the protagonist would say to him next: If you say I'm fat, I'll blow your head off.

Luo Qinghe stared at the little squirrel closely, smacked his lips and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days... Wang Wang looks like... the meat is more plump..." As he said, he put the wooden spoon in his mouth, freeing his right hand, Slowly touch Jiang Zuo's round belly.

Jiang Zuo: ...emmmmm, you can call me fat, but calling me fat is a bit too much!

Before Luo Qinghe's fingers touched Jiang Zuo, Qingchi lifted the squirrel fat ball onto the left shoulder with a calm expression, blocking Luo Qinghe's fiery sight.

After dinner, it was time for the feeding session of the evening class.The abbot summoned the young monks in the temple to gather in the back mountain. Each of them held a bowl of clean water in one hand and a small handful of rice grains in the other hand. They chanted mantras and mantras on the water and sprinkled water and rice grains on the ground, Save all ghosts.

Luo Qinghe also followed the crowd to hold a bowl of clear water, but instead of giving them food, he just followed behind the holy monk, absent-mindedly sprinkled water around, and stretched out his fingers to fiddle with the big tail of the squirrel hanging from the holy monk's shoulder.

Not long after the feeding was done, several shrill cries were heard from not far away, and the piercing echoes kept echoing in the woods.

A few young monks crawled towards them, looking dazed, as if they had been greatly stimulated, "...Under the tree... there is... a broken leg..."

Jiang Zuo, who was lying on the shoulder of the holy monk and swaying his big tail leisurely, was startled by the call and almost fell off. He stood up and looked around, and could only vaguely see a bloody calf under the tree. Trembling with fright, Jiang Zuo closed his eyes and said silently: Paper people are all paper people... I am not afraid at all...

The abbot came down to the bottom of the tree with the support of the first disciple, he couldn't bear to look away, his face was filled with grief, "Who is...not here at this time...?"

The young monk who had just counted the number of people hesitated for a while, stepped forward and said Nuo Nuo, "The only one who has not arrived today... is... Uncle Danqiu..."

Abbot Shunci's expression changed, and he interrupted, "Just because of a broken leg, we can't conclude that this is..."

With a sullen face, Luo Qinghe walked forward, squatted on the ground and touched the blood-soaked soil.

There were no traces of fighting around, Luo Qinghe observed carefully for a while, his jaw tensed involuntarily.This severed limb was cut off from the knee, and the broken part was uneven. It was obvious that the leg was chopped off several times when the person was awake and struggling!

On the calf, there are still two words carved crookedly with a knife: Pingcun.

Luo Qinghe frowned, "There is an old scar on the side of this leg, about a palm long, and it should have been injured a long time ago."

Hearing this, Abbot Shun Ci shook his body and almost lost his footing.Holding the hand of the big disciple beside him, he didn't fall down, his dry lips trembled, and he couldn't speak, "Yes...it's the birthday..."

The eldest disciple beside the abbot asked the young monk who had just answered, "When did Master Danqiu disappear?"

"Uncle Danqiu...after lunch today, my uncle told us that he was going down the mountain..."

The eldest disciple was silent for a while, "Uncle Danqiu's martial arts are extremely high, if you want to defeat him, I'm afraid this person's martial arts is also one of the best in the world."

The murderer has profound martial arts skills and cruel methods, and he is still hiding somewhere in the temple.As soon as the big disciple said this, the junior monks couldn't help but panic, and the fear and mourning cloud tightly weighed on everyone's hearts.

Abbot Shun Ci had recovered at this time, he asked the senior disciples beside him to settle down the many young monks in the Zen monastery, and also ordered everyone to suspend the morning and evening classes for the two days, and not to go out casually if there is nothing to do.

Within a quarter of an hour, only the holy monk, the protagonist and Abbot Shunci were left on the back mountain.

"I'm afraid the holy monk is aware of it too?" Luo Qinghe looked serious, "... all the evidence gathered so far... points to me."

Luo Qinghe paused, then continued, "I have investigated the entire temple, and there is no one from Nancheng... and there is no one named Nancheng."

"...but the word engraved on my leg today is Pingcun, and I...happen to be from Pingcun...and speaking of martial arts, although I don't know how it compares to Danqiu Shishu, but my Kung Fu is always good..."

"Amitabha," the abbot Shun Ci whispered, comforting Luo Qinghe, "The benefactor Luo is kind-hearted, so he must not be a villain who did such a thing..."

The abbot comforted him for a long time, but the holy monk remained silent for a while.

After not getting a response for a long time, Luo Qinghe became very anxious when he thought that he was still being suspected.I was anxious about how to clear myself of the suspicion, raised my head and was about to speak to the holy monk again, when I saw Qingchi with his head down, rubbing the squirrel sitting in the palm of his hand intently. belly meat.

On the contrary, the little squirrel sitting obediently in the hands of the holy monk frowned and looked at him suspiciously as if he was thinking about something.

Luo Qinghe: "..."

Jiang Holmes Mouse, who failed to solve the case last time and decided to make a comeback, scratched his chin with his paw, and looked suspiciously at the protagonist with the eyes of a suspect.

Judging from all the evidence so far, the protagonist is indeed the most suspicious. When he first ventured into the rivers and lakes, he unexpectedly met a team escorting the holy monk and princess on the road, but without any reason, he followed them to Qingyun Zen temple.

Why did the protagonist go up the mountain in the first place?

Jiang Zuo used his clever little brain.The holy monk's hand scratched his belly lightly, without the small belly covered with fluff, the few circles of fat were particularly prominent, Qingchi pinched the fat on the squirrel fat group's belly, and refused to let go.

Jiang Zuo, whose thoughts were disturbed, waved his paw, and mercilessly slapped the holy monk's hand away.

The holy monk carefully pinched the squirrel fat group's cheeks twice, and then withdrew his hand.

With sharp eyes, Luo Qinghe noticed the knife wound on the back of Qingchi's hand, "The back of the holy monk's hand... When did you get the injury?"

Qing Chi quietly hid his hands under his sleeves, "I carved something with nothing to do, and accidentally scratched it."

Abbot Shunci said anxiously, "Did you take the medicine? I called the pharmacist in the monastery..."

The holy monk nodded slightly, interrupted the abbot's words, and said, "There is no serious problem."

Seeing that the holy monk was unwilling to talk more, Luo Qinghe brought the topic back, "Could the missing Master Ru Yuan and Dan Qiu come from Ping Village in Nancheng? Could it be that the murderer is hinting at the next assassination?" The target will also be people from Pingcun, Nancheng? But it’s not right... I have investigated for a long time in the past few days... There are no monks from Nancheng in the temple..."

The abbot shook his head, "At the beginning, the old man and the two younger brothers escaped here from a small Zen temple on the mountain in the suburbs of Xicheng. Back then, the Yaluo Temple was occupied by bandits, and Ru Yuan, Dan Qiu and I escaped by chance. Come out, the knife wound on Danqiu's leg was left there to save me at that time..."

"We ended up here... Fortunately, the abbot of Qingyun Temple took us in..."

"...The former abbot..." Qingchi's eyelashes moved slightly, his face was still pale, "...What kind of person is he?"

The abbot also answered patiently, "...the former abbot was a very kind-hearted person... More than twenty years ago, a little monk and cook who disguised himself as a man entered the Zen temple. After staying in the temple for a few years, one day Suddenly disappeared, and when she reappeared five months later, she was seven months pregnant. She came to the gate of the temple with a big belly, shouted that it was the flesh and blood of the former abbot, and then cried and said that the former abbot was going to poison her. she."

"Seeing that she acted a little crazy and feared hurting others, and we didn't want to let her go and ruin the reputation of the former abbot, we had no choice but to settle her in a small meditation room. Unfortunately, the next day, the woman's meditation room It's already empty... Only one letter was left, explaining the whole story, saying that the abbot was wronged because of a moment of insanity, and my conscience is really sorry..."

"After this incident, the former abbot seemed to feel a little tired, so he passed on the position of abbot to me, and went away alone."

Between words and expressions, Abbot Shunci was still a little emotional.

Luo Qinghe nodded and commented, "The former abbot is really an open-minded person."

The holy monk lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his pair of silver eyes, his face was still indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

After finishing talking about the former abbot, but the current urgent matter has not yet been resolved, even without a clue, several people fell into silence again.

On the long corridor back to the meditation room, Qing Chi stopped walking and looked up at the waning moon in the sky.

The solitary moon radiated light and fell on his body, coating his profile with a layer of gorgeous silver. When the evening wind blew, he rolled down like a snow suit, like a fairy untouched by the fireworks in the world.

In the silence, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a silver light piercing, Qing Chi's figure flashed, and he dodged sideways, but it was still a bit late.The slight sound of the blade cutting his skin was heard, and he groaned. Looking down, the silver light had already scratched his clothes, and the white clothes around his waist were immediately stained with a bright red blood.

Qingchi raised his eyes and saw a man in black standing opposite him, the knife in his hand was dripping with blood.

Jiang Zuo Yilin: Damn it!I have collected all the excrement shovel points to 90, the old dog must not die! ! !

... Oh no, in the book, the holy monk is not dead, Jiang Zuo jumped off Qingchi's shoulder: ... I slipped away first, brother, come on!

The man in black raised his blade again, this time stabbing mercilessly at the monk's face.Qingchi waved his sleeves to dodge, but he didn't expect the squirrel dumpling on his shoulder to jump down suddenly at this moment, the direction of the blade was swung by him, then changed direction and stabbed straight down——

The blade that pierced through the air scratched the squirrel's buttocks.

With a "click", Jiang Zuo, who was hit in the buttocks, fell to the ground like a pile of dead rats.

With a gloomy face, Qing Chi suddenly appeared in front of the man in black, and stretched out his hand to grab the man's neck fiercely.The man in black widened his eyes unexpectedly, showing a trace of panic.

"Young...Young Pavilion Master..." The man in black was strangled by the neck, and his feet were lifted into the air. The veins in his two hands, which were on the back of the holy monk's hands, burst out, which were not covered by the black cloth. A small area of ​​facial skin turned purple, "Rao..."

The holy monk's face was covered with a strange and sinister coldness, his silver eyes were filled with murderous intent, and before the man could finish his begging for mercy, he brutally and simply broke his neck.

The man in black fell down softly, and there was no sound on the spot.

Jiang Zuo, who was lying on the ground and one side of his buttocks had already gone numb, choked speechlessly: ...why is it always me who is injured...?

The author has something to say: Jiang Zuo: My ass hurts a bit, I need a little fairy to blow me.

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