Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

His eyes were blurred, ferocious rage and cruelty surged in his eyes, but the words he spit out seemed careless, as if what he took away in such a cruel way was not a human life, but an insignificant thing that could be erased at any time s things.

Jiang Zuo shivered and huddled in the corner, and suddenly grasped the key information, his ears were pricked up:...Huh?Can't bear to... die? ? ?That... suddenly there is a bold...

Although I don't know what bold idea my host suddenly has, but it must be some kind of deadly act! 362 stopped and said: ... I advise you to stop immediately! ! !Don't touch the holy monk's reverse scale at this time! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Jiang Zuo burst into tears: ... I just talked casually to divert my attention, this dog man is really frightening...

362: "..." Oh, hehe, how funny.

The holy monk leaned forward, pressed Jiang Zuo down, and licked away the corners of his eyes that were a little red from fear.

He poked out the tip of his rosy tongue, and his misty and lotus-like face was stained with a thin red color, but there was no trace of filth in the coldness.

He clasped Jiang Zuo's hands and pressed him tightly under his body.

Jiang Zuo was in pain and fear, he opened his mouth and bit his side neck hard.

A bloody smell overflowed his mouth, but there was a pleasant chuckle from the person on his body.

……

Waking up in a daze, Jiang Zuo moved his sore waist, but a certain part of his back was a little painful because of such a slight movement. He wanted to turn his body, but only slightly moved his legs, and his ears There was a faint sound of chain shaking.

Some icy touches fell on the ankles, Jiang Zuo blinked suspiciously, he propped himself up slightly, and before he had time to look at his feet, he was surrounded by the holy monk from behind.

The slightly cold chest of the holy monk pressed against his hot back, bringing a tremor, Qing Chi pressed against Jiang Zuo's ear, and whispered with his earlobe in his mouth, "...stay here today and don't run around .”

Jiang Zuo, who wakes up without a long memory: dog man, dare to tell me no?I want it!

The holy monk didn't speak, he slightly lifted a corner of the thin quilt covering Jiangzuo's body with two fingers, exposing his ankles locked by the silver chain.

The long, thin, delicate silver chain looped around the ankle, and the other end was wound and locked to the bedpost.

Jiang Zuo tugged hard, Qing Chi stretched out his hand to hold down his hand that was pulling the silver chain, and pressed his fingertips on the small protruding wrist bone on his wrist, a cold touch overflowed between his wrists.

The princess is dead, and the previous plan is in vain, and now I can't even get out of the room, let alone find the murderer and leave this world, Jiang Zuo said angrily: "... dog man, just give me a knife! "

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the human head on the ground, and all the memories before being fucked swept away, Jiang Zuo choked, "...Forget it, I was just joking."

The holy monk pursed his lips lightly, and the rustle of his robes sounded, he got up and was about to leave, Jiang Zuo stretched out his wrist from under the quilt, tremblingly tugged at a small corner of Qingchi's wide cuff, "That...can you You can't take away the Princess..."

Hearing the words, the holy monk turned his head slightly and looked down at him. His face was as cold as frost, and he spoke in an unhurried manner, "Why, are you afraid...?"

Jiang Zuo whispered bb: ...emmmm I can't say whether you are afraid or not, but one head is too lonely, why don't you chop off your dog's head and make a pair together?

362: ...you can speak louder.

Jiang Zuo: ...I don't think so.

The continuous autumn rain outside the house was still falling. After the holy monk left, only the head of the man lying quietly on the ground and Jiang Zuo lying quietly on the bed remained in the dark house. Lightning flashes lit up the house from time to time. , the head with eyes open seemed to be staring at him, and the scattered black hair looked like dark seaweed on the bottom of the sea, which looked extraordinarily eerie and terrifying in the meditation room that was lit up from time to time during thunder and lightning.

Jiang Zuo shivered and hypnotized himself that it was just a piece of paper: piece of paper, piece of paper, this is a piece of paper...

Jiang Zuo's hypnosis failed: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhin ! !

Pulling the chain on his feet, Jiang Zuo even used his teeth. The seemingly delicate chain rattled, but it still locked him firmly. Jiang Zuo turned to 362 for help: 2, is there anything wrong? Escape props like chainsaws, how about some relief?

362: ...how many times would it take for the host to understand that we don't provide this.

Jiang Zuo bit the back of his hand and choked up: Don't talk, I'm going to cry.

At this time, outside the main hall, a brown-robed young monk was quietly guarding the closed door of the main hall. In front of him, Luo Qinghe said anxiously: "I have something urgent to ask the abbot, can my little master pass it on to you."

The senior disciple Shun Ji beside the abbot was guarding the door, he shook his head and said, "At this time of year, the abbot locks himself in the main hall and does not allow others to disturb him. If the benefactor has something to say, please speak up.”

Luo Qinghe considered it in his heart, lowered his voice and said: "Abbot...I'm afraid his life is in danger..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a maid running from afar——

"...No, it's not good, the county, the princess... the princess is missing...!"

If something happened to the princess in the temple, it would be a big deal. Shunji felt anxious for a while, and suddenly remembered that the murderer was dead. He clasped his palms together and saluted, regained his composure, and asked, "...but the princess... Go down the mountain to play?"

The princess's personal maid paled anxiously, "Impossible... If the princess went down the mountain this morning...how could she not bring a maid...? Besides, it's raining so much today..."

Luo Qinghe said seriously: "Have you looked for it in the temple?"

The maid nodded, "I have searched all the places in the temple... except the back mountain..."

The eldest disciple pondered for a while, and said: "So, the little monk called the juniors in the temple to go to the back mountain to look for it. At this time, the mountain road is slippery. If the princess accidentally falls, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back alone... "

The maid tucked away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, lowered her head and squatted halfway towards the eldest disciple, saluted respectfully, and said gratefully, "Then thank you little master."

Luo Qinghe didn't listen to what the eldest disciple and the princess's personal maid said later, his face was ugly, remembering that he had led the princess to the bamboo forest yesterday, and wanted to ask the holy monk why he came to Qingyun Temple in the first place, The princess disappeared today?

Luo Qinghe's face was sullen, and he didn't open his mouth to explain anything to the two of them, so he hurriedly tiptoed and went to the holy monk's meditation room.

He was about to stretch out his hand to push open the door, when he saw a silver light flashing towards him, Luo Qinghe's whole body tensed up, holding his breath, he hurriedly took a few steps back, avoiding the blade that was stabbing towards him in the face of the gust of wind.

When he stood still, he raised his eyes and saw a man in black pointing at him with a sword. His body was guarding in front of the door, as if he had been ordered to guard the place to prevent people from entering or leaving.

This posture made Luo Qinghe more determined. The missing princess is now locked up in the holy monk's meditation room.

The dazzling sharp blade swung towards him, Luo Qinghe's figure was strong and vigorous, and he hurriedly avoided it, the stream of light was like a shuttle, as if he could predict his next move, he turned around and walked from the other side. One side whizzed and pierced towards his neck.

At this moment in the room, Jiang Zuo, who tried his best to break the chains on his feet, was almost desperate. He lay on the bed with his ass pouted, trying hard to break the wooden bedposts wrapped with silver chains.

Suddenly there was a sound of "Zeng -", a shining sword blade suddenly pierced through the hinge from the outside of the door, Jiang Zuo was startled, and quickly pulled the thin quilt on one side to remove the newly added bruises and dirt marks on his body block.

It must be someone close to the princess who came to the door. Jiang Zuo lay quietly on the bed with his hands crossed in front of his chest. Locked and then ran away, it turned out that he wanted to take the blame on me... (Quacking and crying jpg)

Outside the meditation room, the two of them went through dozens of moves in a row. Luo Qinghe swayed his feet and made a false move. Then he raised his breath and jumped behind the man in black. He stretched out his fingers and quickly fixed his acupoints. Turning to the front, he released his lower jaw with a "click" to prevent him from biting his tongue and killing himself.

The whole movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any sloppiness.

After dealing with the man in black, Luo Qinghe picked up the sword in the man's hand and kicked open the door. He hurriedly stepped into the door, and the first thing he saw was the head of the county master who was thrown on the ground. His complexion changed drastically, and he pointed his sword at the person on the bed with a gloomy face.

"...Dafu?"

The dim light outside shone in through the wide-open door, and seeing the face of the person on the bed clearly, Luo Qinghe said in surprise.

Hearing a familiar voice, Jiang Zuo opened his eyes and saw the protagonist standing in front of him. He resisted the urge to crazily diss the nickname Daifuku, and was almost moved to make a happy pig cry.

After a brief moment of surprise, Luo Qinghe regained his solemn expression, the sword in his hand was still pointing at Jiang Zuo, "...you tell the truth, what is your relationship with the holy monk? And... the holy monk goes Where is it?"

Jiang Zuo: emmmmm, what gave you the illusion that I would know the whereabouts of the dog monk...?

Jiang Zuo pulled the thin quilt so that the quilt would not slip off his shoulders. He sat up and showed Luo Qinghe the silver chain on his ankle, indicating that he was just an honest man imprisoned, "...I also have no idea."

Luo Qinghe pursed his lips. He poured his internal energy into the blade of the sword, raised his arm and slashed at the chain several times before cutting off the silver chain.

"How long has the holy monk been gone?" Luo Qinghe asked Jiang Zuo, while cutting the immobile man in black's hands behind his back, and tied his wrists with a broken silver chain to prevent him from breaking through the acupoints.

Jiang Zuo, who didn't have a watch, pretended to think for a while: "Well...not long..."

Luo Qinghe frowned, before he had time to think about it, he carried the man in black in one hand and Jiang Zuo in the other, and hurried towards the main hall.

At this time, there was no sound outside the hall, and inside the hall surrounded by cigarette smoke, Abbot Shun Ci was kneeling on the futon, chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

"Crackling——" the heavy door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open a crack, and the cold wind and rain rushed in.

Abbot Shunci closed his eyes and did not turn his head, but there was a little anger in his dark voice, "Didn't I tell you that no one is allowed to enter the palace to disturb you today, Shunji, how do you do things?! "

There was no sound behind him for a long time, Abbot Shunci opened his eyes and turned his head unhappily.

The main hall is brightly lit, purple smoke is pervasive, and sandalwood is heavy. The golden Buddha statue in the center is full of compassion, and beams of golden light fill the entire hall, casting a layer of elegant lavender on the visitor's figure like the breeze and the moon. The golden haze is like a fairy coming slowly from Penglai fairyland.

"Holy Monk?" Unexpectedly, it would be Qingchi, Abbot Shunci was slightly surprised, "Where did Shunji go?"

Qingchi didn't look sideways, and didn't give half of his eyes to Abbot Shunci. He looked up at the Buddha statue, with a mocking arc on his mouth, "Abbot is so sincere today..."

"Could it be... that you wish Buddha to forgive you for the sins you committed 20 years ago?"

"What does the Holy Monk mean?" Abbot Shunci paused for a moment, his face unchanged, and said, "The Holy Monk's words are a violation of oral karma and a big taboo in front of the Buddha."

"Oh?" Qing Chi glanced sideways, "But your two dead juniors...that's not what they said."

"Ruyuan...Birthday?" Suddenly remembered something, Abbot Shunci was dripping with cold sweat, as if he had been punched hard, his face was rapidly aging, he shook his body, and said in disbelief, "Could it be...you ...you are the one who kills...kills..."

"Do you think it's as simple as breaking off a limb?" The holy monk's silver eyes floated darkly, and he raised his slender phoenix eyes evilly. submerged in salt water..."

"If the abbot likes it, why don't you take one back as a souvenir...?"

The cold wind outside the house blew in coldly through the crack of the door, and his overlapping snow-colored robe corners drew layers of layers of clothes, rustling.

"Come here...!" Abbot Shun Ci shouted with a shriveled face and trembling voice, "Shunji... Shunji...! Come here!"

Seeing that no one came to the rescue from outside the main hall, Abbot Shun Ci kept his voice steady, trembling his old lips, "What kind of grievance does the holy monk have with us...why did you kill the two juniors in such a cruel way... At this moment, you want to harm the old monk again?"

"Oh," the holy monk raised his eyelids lazily, calmly, "Don't the abbot remember the pregnant woman who pushed herself off the cliff 20 years ago?"

"The woman's belly was cut by a dead branch at the bottom of the cliff, and her intestines splattered all over the floor...but she happened to be saved by the owner of the Shifang Pavilion..."

"...Does the abbot know that the owner of the Shifang Pavilion is a drug addict?" Qingchi bent down and looked at the abbot Shunci.

"Just to try the feeling of snatching people from the hands of Hades, he soaked the woman and baby in a big vat soaked in medicinal baths, hanging their lives, but made them have to bear the scraping every day." The pain of bone lingering..."

"The woman went mad, but the baby survived..."

"Holy Monk, forgive me, forgive me...! Pushing the pregnant cook off the cliff... was ordered by the former abbot...Ru Yuan and Dan Qiu are the ones to carry out...My old man...This old man is innocent of……"

"Since innocent..."

"...Then why does the abbot close the hall to repent at this time every year?"

"Old man..." Abbot Shunci said dryly, "I am repenting for the sins committed by my two junior brothers..."

Qing Chi straightened up, and he stood quietly in the hall with a graceful and elegant demeanor. Hearing this, he sneered disdainfully, "...Although you did not inflict the poison back then, it was your idea."

"Afterwards, you set up a scheme to let the woman pretending to be a monk and cook know about it, just to make her go up the mountain..."

"At this time, you should come forward again, hypocritically handle the situation for the former abbot, push the woman off the cliff, and use this as a threat to obtain the abbot's position..."

"As for the former abbot," the holy monk's silver eyes turned slightly, and his expression suddenly softened, "The poor monk gouged out his eyes, chopped off his limbs, and pulled out his intestines... But thinking of my Buddha's mercy, the poor monk called They sewed it back up again, and finally threw him to the owner of the Shifang Pavilion, hanging his life, and when he recovered, he cut open his stomach again..."

Abbot Shunci's face was ashen, his body went limp, and he slumped on the futon, "You...you...as a Buddhist, how can you...?"

"Thanks to you, these poor monks have suffered from skin-cut pain over the years, and now you can experience the pain of peeling and cramping... If the Buddha can't understand, then the abbot might as well smash this golden body to pieces, so that the Buddha can't see it Are you upset?"

As he spoke, the holy monk curled his lips into a ghostly smile, holding a thin blade in his hand, and walked slowly towards the abbot.

At the same time, he kicked the man in black and Jiang Zuo's Luo Qinghe into the door with both hands, and shouted, "Stop!"

In the main hall, the holy monk was pressing the thin blade in his hand against the side of the terrified abbot's face.

Hearing that someone broke into the hall, his subordinates were not affected, he just squeezed the thin blade and pressed it down. His movements were elegant, but a long bloodstain was drawn on the abbot's face.

Several people broke into the hall, and saw the holy monk dressed in snow-colored clothes, his whole body was plain, and his complexion was as pale as still water.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand was deeply embedded in the abbot's side face, and a long gash was drawn out. The blood spattered and splashed onto his snow-colored robe, leaving spots of dazzling crimson. .

Jiang Zuo saw the situation in the hall clearly, and scratched his head: ... What's the situation?The dog forced the holy monk to say that I cut off the head of the princess when I followed the princess, but when did I... emmmmm secretly follow the abbot? ? (in deep thought jpg)