At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The monk was in a hurry to get out of bed.

The white-robed monk's eyes slowly ooze blood, and everyone heard his voice for the first time.

"Brother, help the boy into the house." The white-robed monk closed his eyes, then pointed at Xiao Se and Lei Wujie: "Except for the two of them, no one else is allowed to come in."

Wu Chan was stunned, and then did what he said, and Tian Nurui also hurriedly prepared a room for them.

Yue Ji and Ming Hou looked at each other and handed Xiao Ruolin to Wu Chan.

In the room, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie frowned and looked at the white-robed monk.

The white-robed monk opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of blood red.

Lei Wujie couldn't help but ask with concern: "Are you okay?"

The white-robed monk shook his head, with a faint smile on his face, and chuckled: "It's okay, I just saw some things I shouldn't have seen."

Something he shouldn't have seen?

Xiao Se frowned. Didn't he just look at Ruolin just now?

He slowly walked to Xiao Ruolin, looking at the white-haired boy lying on the bed, his eyes full of guilt.

He turned his head slightly and said to the white-robed monk: "Do you have a way to save my brother?"

The white-robed monk smiled: "No."

Xiao Se suddenly widened his eyes, grabbed his monk collar, and said angrily: "What did you say!"

The white-robed monk gently put his hand down and sighed: "Donor is not like an easily angry person. I won't call you. I have a name. You can call me Wuxin, and..."

"He doesn't need me to save him!"

"What do you mean by that?" Lei Wujie said puzzledly.

Wuxin walked slowly to Xiao Ruolin and said meaningfully: "This boy is not an ordinary person. Don't worry, he won't die from this minor injury."

"Didn't you see the wound on the chest? Such a big cut, you said it was a minor injury?" Lei Wujie was shocked.

Wuxin smiled and didn't explain too much. His eyes could see things that ordinary people couldn't see.

So, no matter how he explained, it was unclear.

After listening to him, Xiao Se hurriedly came to Xiao Ruolin and squatted down, put his hand on his brother's pulse, and was shocked.

Although the sword was a fatal wound, Ruolin's pulse was weak, but it always maintained a balance. It seemed that there was some kind of power in Ruolin's body to maintain this vitality.

"Did you know it a long time ago?" Xiao Se couldn't help asking.

Wuxin nodded and chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha, your brother is not simple!"

Xiao Se frowned slightly, not knowing why the other party repeated such words repeatedly.

Lei Wujie saw Xiao Se was relieved, and hurriedly asked: "Since everything is fine, why did you call us in?"

Wuxin smiled slightly and said: "I want you to accompany me to a place."

"Why choose the two of us?" Xiao Se stood up and asked his doubts.

"Because... you are good people." Wuxin's mouth curled up a gentle arc.

Good people?

Xiao Se never thought that this word would be very appropriate to use on himself and Lei Wujie.

Xiao Se shook his head, sat next to Xiao Ruolin, and said coldly: "Since my brother is fine, I don't need to accompany you."

"That won't work." Wuxin shook his head.

Lei Wujie put his hands on his waist and laughed: "What a joke, we don't want to go, can you force us?"

"Really!" Wuxin smiled.

Then he raised his head, and the purple light in his eyes appeared again.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie were both stunned, and then stood up stiffly.

Wu Xin glanced at Xiao Ruolin, his brows full of entanglement.

"I guess you are half a good person!" He muttered, then walked forward and carried Xiao Ruolin on his back.

Outside the house, a group of people were waiting quietly.

Tang Lian frowned slightly and was thinking quietly outside the house.

At this time, Tiannv Rui came over: "Lian, what are you thinking about?"

"Rui, I'm thinking." Tang Lian rubbed his chin.

"Amitabha, Mr. Tang is overthinking, please believe my junior brother, he will not do anything he is not sure of." Wu Chan explained lightly.

After listening to Wu Chan's explanation, although several people doubted, there was no better way at the moment, so they had to wait outside.

Little did they know that the people in the room had already quietly left.

Not long after, Maotu and his group, who were covered in injuries, returned to Meirenzhuang.

Yue Ji and Ming Hou hurried over and asked, "How is it, did you catch that guy?"

Mao Tu shook his head, his eyes full of anger.

Zi Shu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed, "Damn it! Even if we join forces, we are no match for that masked man.

"Hand, that guy is like a lump of iron. It's us who get our bones broken when our fists hit him."

"How is the Pavilion Master? Is he okay?" Maotu asked the two.

Yueji and Minghou told them everything that happened. After listening to their words.

Maotu glanced at the monk in the distance, and said with her beautiful eyes frowned: "You are too careless to hand over the Pavilion Master's life to a mysterious monk."

Facing Maotu's anger, Yueji and Minghou hurriedly explained.

"The descendant of Master Wangyou?" Hearing the two's answers, several people were shocked.

The three temples in the world, the Shaonian Temple, the White Horse Temple, and the Yunlin Temple are all famous and worshiped by thousands of Buddhas.

But when it comes to the world's largest Zen sect, it is the Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple who is recognized by everyone.

A highly respected monk who exorcises evil and avoids evil for the suffering people.

"I didn't expect that the person in the golden coffin was actually the disciple of this master! Did you two know it a long time ago? "Maotu asked.

Minghou nodded slightly: "I just heard some news, but I'm not sure."

So, everyone waited quietly outside until dawn, but no one in the room came out.

Zishu couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and was about to push the door open, but was stopped by Tanglian.

"What are you going to do?" Tanglian showed his finger knife with a serious look.

"Do I need to tell you what I want to do?" Zishu sneered.

"There are my friends inside. If you want to go in, it might be a little inappropriate." Tanglian shook his head.

Tiannurui and Wuchan also hurried forward and stood behind him.

"There is also our boss inside!" Zishu snorted, and then a black shadow passed by.

"A stinky monk, a little girl, and a pretty boy, do you think you can stop my Soul Binding Pavilion? "Chou Niu glared at several people fiercely.

When the two groups were on the verge of a fight, they suddenly heard the voice of Mao Tu.

"Stop arguing! The person is gone!"

Everyone was shocked and rushed into the room.

However, the person inside was gone and the hot water in the tea had already cooled down.

"Where is the person?" Zi Rat asked angrily.

...

In front of the emerald lake, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie's eyes were bright, and the dazzling sunlight passed through the clouds and tilted down.

The two opened their eyes and looked around, only to see the white-robed monk looking at the white-haired boy with curiosity.

"This donor, your eyes... don't seem to be as beautiful as mine!"