You can see the tree branch at the entrance of the Zen room. There is indeed something on the branch, but in the darkness, Huineng cannot see clearly.

Before the door of the Zen room was closed, Huineng picked up the umbrella placed beside the door and walked towards the big tree.

When he got closer, Huineng finally saw clearly where the head was, it was just a ball of rag.

Huineng breathed a sigh of relief, and he said, it was just his own hallucination.

He turned around and was about to go back, and suddenly, he stopped.

Rag? How come there is a ball of rag here?

He turned around again and reached out to remove the ball of rag from the branch.

The rag loosened in his hands, it was a monk's robe!

Huineng's hand trembled, and the monk's robe fell into the water on the ground. Huineng closed the umbrella in his hand and shook a sword flower in the wind, and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

Meow ~

Another cat's meow.

It was raining heavily, and the cat's meow was mixed with the sound of rain. If Huineng had not listened quietly, he would not have heard it at all.

There is something strange about this. With such heavy rain, where will there be cats running out?

Following the sound of the cat's meow, the oil cloth umbrella in Huineng's hand pierced. The rain blocked the view and confused the things in front of him. There was no cat there, just a stone.

Huineng wiped the rain on his face with his other hand and was about to turn around, but suddenly there was a hard object on his back pressing it down there.

He kept his body leaning forward and did not move, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the point of doing with friends?"

A young female voice came from behind: "Kill you."

"Kill me?" Huineng asked.

"Yes, those two nuns were killed by me, now it's your turn." Even in the thunder of lightning, the girl's voice was still clear and pleasant.

"Then why don't you take action?"

Although I didn't look closely, Huineng still recognized that the monk robe was from an old nun. Although they were all monk robes, the monk robe in Deyin Temple was an ordinary monk robe, but that one was different. The material was more sophisticated than the ordinary monk robe. These were the monk robes of the two nuns. They often accompanied the official family with status to chant the scriptures. Therefore, their monk robe was exquisitely crafted and exquisitely used.

Two nuns are tall and the other is short and fat, so Huineng can tell that the monk robe is from the old nun only by looking at the size of the monk robe.

The old nun has great martial arts skills. If she hadn't died, her monk's robe would not have been in the hands of this man.

This man said that the old nun was dead, so he might be really dead.

But although she controlled him behind his back, she did not take his life. Why?

"Because I know you are more afraid of death than them, I can't ask anything from them, so it's useless to leave their lives. It's better to kill them with one knife. And you are different. If you don't want to die, you will definitely tell me the news I want. Am I right?"

Listening to the sound, the person behind him must be a little girl. She spoke happily and contentedly.

But her hands didn't stay. Maybe she was afraid that Huineng wouldn't believe she could kill him, so she used some strength to her hands.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced the flesh on Huineng's back and was slowly advancing.

Huineng took a deep breath of air with water droplets. He suddenly took action, and the umbrella in his hand seemed to have eyes, swinging behind him.

The person behind her dodged and avoided it, but the dagger in her hand also cut out. It was originally just pierced into the flesh, but now it made a big hole, which was so deep that it could see the bone!

Huineng almost fainted from pain, and his hand holding the umbrella no longer had the strength. It drooped softly and the umbrella fell into the water on the ground.

Suddenly, he saw a little light and opened his eyes wide. It was not a little, but a thread, it was a thread.

"What is this?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Fishing line, I used this to cut off the old nun's head." The man said with a smile, as if talking about something worthy of her pride.

It turned out that it was an old nun who was killed with fishing lines.

"Her martial arts skills are very high." Huineng was still a little unbelievable.

"Yes, her martial arts skills are very high, and I will not be her opponent for another ten years, so I used a trick and she was fooled, so she died." The man was very patient. Such a good killing method is worth promoting, but unfortunately she can promote too few audiences.

"You... are you a dead soldier?" Huineng widened his eyes in shock as if he had remembered something.

He knew that this method of killing was used on the Knights.

In the Death Warrior Camp, the teacher once taught, but he just didn't expect it for a moment.

Not many people killed people using this method, and he had never heard of any dead soldiers using this method, because there was no need, the dead soldiers were better at swords and swords.

"Hey, you guessed it, then I can only kill you together." The man was a little regretful, and she sighed faintly, "Actually, I didn't want to kill you. How beautiful you are. No one who looks good should die. He should live to be pleasing to the eyes."

It turned out that she didn't kill him, not only to ask questions from him, but more importantly, because he was good-looking.

Listening to the sound, this is a little girl. All girls like good-looking men, and he has known this for a long time.

Not only little girls, but older women prefer it.

He was able to stay in Deyin Temple and become a master of the Secretariat because he was good-looking, and most of the pilgrims in Deyin Temple were female relatives.

With just one smile, the rich female relatives can donate a lot of money. Due to their identity, they can't even take a look at the male man more, but he is not a male man, he is a monk, and female relatives can look at him unscrupulously and even tease him.

Huineng turned around, and there was a smile beside his mouth. His smile was as soft as spring flowers, as bright as summer flowers, as sad as autumn flowers, and as stubborn as winter flowers. He practiced for a long time, but he didn't expect that one day it would be used to save his life.

A flash of lightning illuminated his smile and made him see the person behind him clearly.

It was a face younger than him and more tenderer than him. He guessed right, it was a little girl, a beautiful girl.

At this moment, the little girl opened her mouth slightly, just like all girls of this age were as stupid and timid when they saw his smile. They were too young and did not understand men, but they could already see men and would also feel like a deer for a smile of men.

"Do I look good?" Huineng asked softly, his voice as soft as his smile, but with a hint of willful confidence.

"It looks good, it's really good." The little girl murmured. She was really fascinated by him. Such a young girl is easily confused by the smile of a man. Moreover, she is a girl who practices martial arts. A woman who practices martial arts is simpler and more direct than a woman who studies.

"If I carve a flower on your face, you will look even better." The little girl's eyes were like spring water, looking at him, like looking at a flower, bloody flower.
Chapter completed!