Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 71 First Encounter
A burly monk with an iron rod in his hand.

It was a dark stick, and it looked very heavy.

There are runes around the iron rod, which look like they are going to be worn flat, and the meaning of the runes cannot be seen, but they are just integrated with the iron rod.

Anyone with knowledge would know that what this monk is holding is a thorn weapon.

The real thorns, not the leftovers shipped by those merchants.

or decorative utensils.

He glanced at the young man on the stone steps at the door, and let out a soft "Huh".

The old monk looked over at him.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Master, this person is a good seedling. If he joins my Buddhist sect, he must be a good Bodhisattva."

The old monk glanced at the young man, but shook his head: "Don't get involved."

The old monk walked into the bookstore.

The little monk following behind also looked curiously at the person sitting on the side of the road, not knowing the difference, the senior brother actually said that he was a good seedling.

The fat monk thought for a while, but didn't follow up with the bookstore.

Shen Guo's bookstore is still very safe, and the people of Shen Guo have a kind of corruption.

Their country stipulates that fighting with hands is absolutely not allowed in bookstores and schools.

So the fat monk also sat down on the stone steps.

Right next to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu slept a little comfortably, the sun was warm, and there was a heavy fragrance at the tip of his nose.

But suddenly, the sun was blocked.

And suddenly there was a strong fragrance around him.

He opened his eyes vigilantly, and pressed the burden behind him.

Then, I saw beside me, at some point, a big monk was sitting.

Xiao Wu was a little annoyed.

How could I be so careless.

The great monk sat in front of him, and he didn't realize it.

In case of encountering a bad person, at this moment, he is already dead and cannot die anymore.

The great monk saw the anger on the young man's face, and the young man was very low.

However, the boy's movements were very quick. As soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately supported the burden behind him. It should be a weapon.

The boy's legs were long and powerful.

The calluses on the hands are thick and the knuckles are thick.

His eyes were very clear.

The monk looked more and more satisfied.

"Little benefactor, don't panic. The poor monk's Dharma name is Ah Ba, I see that you have the root of wisdom, and you may wish to convert to my Buddha, and you will live forever from now on."

The great monk looked at the boy with piercing eyes.

Xiao Wu was stunned for a while, and after digesting for a while, he understood that the great monk actually wanted to fool himself into becoming a young monk.

Xiao Wu was instantly furious.

"After converting, can I eat meat? Can I marry a wife? Can I support my family?" However, Xiao Wu is still a reasonable person, mainly looking at the person opposite, and he is not something he can beat to death, so he decided to talk about it. reason.

Ah Ba was stunned, eating meat, marrying a daughter-in-law, and raising a family is naturally impossible. He shook his head and said, "If you convert to Buddhism, you are a Buddhist disciple. You can't eat meat, you don't have a wife, you don't have a family."

Xiao Wu laughed angrily and said, "No, I love meat, I want to marry a wife and support my family, I don't have time."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and grabbed his package, ignoring the great monk.

The great monk felt a little regretful, if it wasn't for his master not to allow trouble, he would really like to knock the young man in front of him unconscious and put him on the carriage.

In the bookstore, the old monk and the young monk stood in front of a bookshelf.

In this bookshelf, all the introductions are about Shen country's customs, basic necessities of life, food, housing and transportation, everything is very detailed.

The old monk was very happy.

He pulled out a book casually.

Exudes a strong ink fragrance, the smooth paper, the clear handwriting.

Simply miraculous.

Shen Guo is really a country favored by gods.

When the old monk came out of the mysterious snow mountain, the first place he came to was this bookstore.

He is holding the book, very serious and devoted.

It's like getting settled.

The expression is solemn and solemn, and soft.

The little monk looked at the master, a little bored.

This was the first time he came out with Master since he was sensible.

Seeing that Master wasn't paying attention to him, he moved slightly to the side.

Seeing that the master was still holding the book, he moved a little to the side.

Little by little, he moved to another bookshelf.

When I turned around, I couldn't see Master anymore.

The little monk was delighted for a while and thought it was very fun.

Because on weekdays, Master watched him very closely.

He turned his head and saw a girl suddenly standing in front of him.

The girl was wearing a white dress, with a loose belt tied around her waist, and a bow was tied on the belt.

Well, this girl is a bit fat.

His face was fleshy.

There is hair on the head.

There is a small knot tied.

The tugging in the sky is tied with a red string.

The girl's eyes are very big, and the eye hair is as long as her own.

She also looked at herself curiously, her eye hair flickering.

"Do you also like to play with fire? Your head is burned off, and you still have scars." Xiao Shenyou asked curiously.

The little monk froze for a moment before he understood what the girl meant.

Looking at the girl's messy short hair and tugging, was it burned?
"I don't play with fire. I'm a monk. We monks don't have long hair." The little monk replied seriously.

"Do all monks have only one eye?" Xiao Shenyou pointed to his face.

The little monk shook his head.

"No, my eye is sick, Master asked me to wear this."

"Oh!" Xiao Shenyou sympathized with the little monk in front of him, feeling that the little monk in front of him was the same as his brother's horse, Thorn, which only had one eye.

In the other eye, only a black hole remains.

She just went to the snack street to buy a lot of delicious food, and now seeing the little monk, Shenyou took out a piece of jerky from her small bag and handed it to the little monk.

The little monk shook his head quickly.

"I can't eat meat."

Hearing that he couldn't even eat meat, Shenyou felt even more sympathetic.

He found a dried fruit from the bag and handed it to him.

"This is not meat, it's a bit sweet and sour, and it's delicious."

The little monk hesitated a little.

But looking at the reddish-brown dried fruit, there is a layer of white frost on the outside.

After all, I can't resist the temptation.

He reached out and took it.

Put it in your mouth.

All of a sudden his face wrinkled.

That round face was wrinkled and oddly shaped.

Then there was a smile on his face.

The exposed eye, crookedly smiling, is very pretty.

Xiao Shenyou ate one himself.

Too sour.

She was drooling.

The little monk reached for his sleeve and wiped it for her.

While wiping, I thought, no wonder the brothers on the mountain don’t like children.

Children are so troublesome.

Drooling when eating.

Still fat.

The little monk didn't feel that he was just a child at all.

The way he looked at the little girl was a bit like the way his master looked at him, with a loving expression on his face.

"I gave you something to eat, can you let me see your eyes?" Xiao Shenyou asked vaguely with dried fruit in his mouth.

Although the master told me not to take off the blindfold outside.

But there was only a little girl in front of her.

And she feeds herself.

The little monk nodded.

He reached behind his head and untied the knot.

The black cloth fell off his face.

Xiao Shenyou stared fixedly.

Get ready to see a black hole.

But when the black cloth fell off, there was no black hole, it was still a normal eye, and it was not normal, Xiao Shenyou could see that there were two eyeballs in that eye, stacked together.

The little monk untied the black cloth, but took a step back and leaned against the bookshelf.

Because he saw the little girl in front of him suddenly turned into a bird, a huge bird, still covered in black fire, constantly being burned.

He quickly covered the black cloth and returned to normal.

There was just a little girl standing in front of her.

The little monk couldn't bear it, frowned and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Shenyou nodded, then shook his head again: "It doesn't hurt."

(End of this chapter)