Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 493 The days of being a pendant for the holy monk 14

Yun Chen just followed him all the way to the foot of the mountain.

He didn't want to embarrass He Shichen, so he changed his clothes and acted like an ordinary young novice monk. He followed He Shichen and called him master.

After shouting back and forth several times, He Shichen finally spoke: "I have never had a disciple. If you want to shout, you should also call me Senior Brother."

After the words fell, Yun Chen's eyes, which had always been smiling, froze, unable to conceal the flash of sadness.

He Shichen's hand holding the medicine paused slightly: "What's wrong?"

Yun Chen waved his hand and said it was okay, and continued to follow He Shichen, but he was obviously not as cheerful as before.

It would take a few days to recuperate his heart, so Yun Chen tried to stabilize his mood and forced himself not to think about his senior brothers.

But the more this happens, the more confused my heart becomes.

Yun Chen clenched his hands tightly into fists and deliberately lagged a few steps behind He Shichen, thinking that he didn't want to see her anyway, so he might as well go back to the Demon Palace...

Unexpectedly, the next moment, his hand was lightly touched, and he looked up to see He Shichen handing him a candy man.

Yun Chen was stunned for a moment, and his clenched fists slowly unclenched unconsciously: "Is this?"

He Shichen: "I don't know which sentence offended you. This, I apologize."

Yun Chen took it and was stunned for a few breaths, then seemed to realize that it was given to him by the monk, and his fingers trembled slightly.

At this moment, thousands of threads were gathered together in one place, and at the end of the barren area stood a monk wearing snow-white robes...

The Sun-Shielding Sword, which was about to move, noticed something and immediately became silent. It trembled slightly and became a dead sword.

Yun Chen picked it up and took a closer look. It was a little fat bird made of sticky candy.

The little bird was blown so hard by the sugar maker that its belly was stretched thin and round, making it very cute.

Yun Chen carefully put the candy man into the spiritual ring and specially cleaned out the rags inside.

The priceless spiritual stone was thrown on the ground. Yun Chen didn't feel any distress at all. He raised the corners of his lips and shouted very naturally: "Senior brother! Wait for me!"

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Yun Chen spoke to each other as a senior, and even snatched He Shichen's backpack to help him carry it.

He Shichen couldn't drive him away, so he simply gave up.

The palace where the Demon Lord lives is magnificent, but staying in his simple monk's residence now is just a whim.

When he realized how boring it was to ask Minsi, he left.

He doesn't have to interfere with anything, he can just do his own thing in peace.

It was getting late, and the medicinal materials in the basket were all gone.

Yun Chen saw that He Shichen was a little tired and began to urge him to go back: "Brother, I'm almost exhausted. Can't we come down again tomorrow?"

He Shichen looked at him, wondering if he was tired because he had changed his clothes and could not use his spiritual power, so he said, "Go back first and give me the things."

Yun Chen dodged his hand: "Oh, I'm not tired, I'm not tired, I lied to you."

Then he took out his temper on the others and said in a strange tone: "We have to hurry up. After all, all of them are sick and about to die. Otherwise, we won't come to the mountain to get it and wait for others to deliver it to our homes." Put it in your mouth."

He Shichen: "..."

The two approached a relatively remote farmhouse, and the male owner opened the door.

When the man saw He Shichen, he immediately begged urgently as if he were seeing a savior: "Can you please master to come in and see my father! He hasn't had water or rice for three days, and he can't feed him any medicine. I'm afraid, I'm afraid of my father." I can’t survive tonight…”

He Shichen had just prepared medicine for his seriously ill father a few days ago and added his own blood to it. The illness shouldn't be this serious.

But just in case, he still raised his hand and chanted the Buddha's name, agreeing to the man's request.

The man quickly stretched out his hand and respectfully invited He Shichen to come in.

Yun Chen also wanted to follow, but the male host reached out to stop him: "Little master, my place is too small. Please wait outside for a while."

Yun Chen glanced at him and his spirits suddenly became tense.

He Shichen couldn't notice it, but Yun Chen saw it all at a glance.

This man had pitiful tearful eyes, but his greed and evil thoughts could not be concealed at all.

After the door was closed, Yun Chen jumped up to the roof, lifted up the tiles and looked inside.

At this sight, Yun Chen's heart trembled.

There was no seriously ill person in the small room. Three muscular men with kitchen knives pushed He Shichen to the corner and said with a evil smile: "Do you know what it means that ordinary people are not guilty, but carrying a jade is a crime?"

A drop of He Shichen's blood could bring a patient who was half buried in the ground back to life.

If we kidnap him and open a medicine shop, we won't have to worry about being rich!

He Shichen's expression remained unchanged, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of thing. He sat down slowly and twirled his beads: "I only know that there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, and once you turn around, you will reach the shore."

The man who led him in laughed and pointed a dagger at his neck: "The knife is already on his neck. You don't beg for mercy, but you still give him advice?"

"Sure enough, the monks are all deadheads who have been poisoned by the scriptures...ahhhhhhhh!"

With a thud, a piece of roof tile hit him and he fell backwards, creating a bloody puddle directly on his head.

He struggled only a few times and then died.

The three big men immediately raised their knives, but they were hit in the temples by stones one after another. They fell down and lost their breath before they screamed.

Yun Chen jumped down, kicked the man away, helped He Shichen up and said nervously: "How are you? Did it hurt you?"

He Shichen looked at Yun Chen and said nothing.

Yun Chen's heart sank, and then he realized that he had broken the prohibition on killing in front of the monk, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Just take him away!

Wouldn't it be the same if he came back and killed him again?

Why do you have to do it in front of him? It’s okay now. I have to go back to this Demon Palace...

But just when Yun Chen regretted it and wanted to withdraw his hand with a guilty conscience, He Shichen suddenly put his hand into his palm and said calmly: "I'm fine."

Yun Chen quickly helped him up, but still felt guilty.

The turmoil in his mind gave the demonic energy another opportunity to take advantage of. He secretly covered his hot and unbearable heart: "You..."

He Shichen: "Aren't you tired? Let's go back."