Seeing that Xu Zhu was getting weaker day by day and everyone in the Shaolin Temple was getting nervous, he immediately found Song Rou'er.

Song Rou'er didn't have anything wrong at all.

But it can be seen that she seems to have realized something.

"Female donor, are you hiding something from this poor monk?"

Huikong asked very seriously.

"No, no."

Song Rouer shook her head with some guilt.

"Female donor, you have also seen the situation of my Shaolin Temple these days. If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid my Shaolin Temple will be implicated by you."

Huikong said sternly.

Song Rouer's eyes already filled with tears.

"me"

"Actually, I am born with a body of disaster."

As soon as these words came out, Huikong was startled for a moment.

Then he was shocked and turned pale.

He jumped up suddenly and almost jumped to the roof.

"Go quickly! Leave the Shaolin Temple quickly!"

Huikong, who had always been calm and peaceful, was like a mouse seeing a cat, eager to drive Song Rou'er away.

Song Rouer knelt on the ground and burst into tears, "Master, I have nowhere to go!"

Huikong also wanted to kneel down for her.

My aunt, you are a body of disaster that can kill people.

Even if my Shaolin Temple is blessed by the Buddha, it cannot withstand the disasters caused by your body of disaster.

The body of misfortune is a special physique with great terror in ancient legends.

People with this physique will encounter disasters one after another wherever they go. People close to them will not die well, and people related to them will also die one after another.

To put it bluntly, he is a natural disaster star.
Chapter completed!