Infinite Throne

   Chapter 809 Little Monk

  The world is busy and crowded.

   Jian Nanchun wears the name of Tianjianmen from time to time, walks in the world, and has seen too many, too, too many people of all kinds.

   He shouldn't have had an impression of the two passing children after a week.

   But that day,

   That street,

   In that rain,

   That punch,

   left a deep impression on Jian Nanchun.

   So much so that whenever he rains heavily, he will recall the fear of egg destruction.

   After he recognized Irin,

   subconsciously pinched his legs,

   Even if the pain between the legs is gone now,

   But somehow, looking at this innocent face, he felt a dull pain there again.

"why you?"

   Jian Nanchun was in a bad mood and asked with a stern face.

   After recognizing Yi Rin, Jian Nanchun raised Wang Xiaohu by a few centimeters. By the way, he also recognized Wang Xiaohu.

  It turned out to be these two boys.

   After careful consideration, Jian Nanchun felt something was wrong.

   It was a chance encounter, but at this moment, why does it feel like a conspiracy theory?

   Yi Rin lowered his head and replied in a calm tone: "I said it was a coincidence, Shang Xian must not believe it."

   Jian Nanchun was about to ask.

The iceberg beauty, called "Junior Sister" by Jian Nanchun, frowned slightly with a pair of beautiful crescent eyebrows, and asked in a cold voice, "Da Gan Where is the eldest princess?"

Jian Nanchun's attention was instantly turned away from the origins of Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu. Faced with the question from his junior sister, Jian Nanchun replied calmly: "Don't worry, junior sister, if senior brother takes action, you don't need to worry about the safety of Princess Dagan. ."

   "Lead the way."

   Junior sister didn't look at Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu from beginning to end.

   "What about them?"

   Jian Nanchun shook Wang Xiaohu in his hand.

"what ever."

   Junior sister was obviously angry.

  Jian Nanchun made up the emotions of the younger sister from the expression, tone and eyes of the younger sister.

  Suddenly, Jian Nanchun thought about it, and before he asked clearly, it was not good to let the two of them go, so he carried one in each hand, and walked towards the Golden Temple with a gust of wind.

Senior Sister Bingshan followed closely. Before she took off in place, Yi Rin noticed that the woman raised her hand gently, and a gust of wind blew through. Terrible wildfire.

   "Is this the ability of a high-level monk?"

   Yilin was silent, pretending to be a good child, and being held by Jian Nanchun. But he was secretly observing the two of them, pondering their personalities.

   Now it has successfully connected with Tianjianmen. Whether this connection is good or bad, Yi Rin is not sure at this moment. But after all, they hooked up, didn't they? This is a good start, and then Yilin decided to take the opportunity to see it.

   "How did you get caught?"

   Yi Rin was pulled up by the collar, he simply rode the "Jiannanchun" hitchhiker with peace of mind, held his hands, and chatted with Wang Xiaohu next to him.

   "Brother Lin, didn't I think about it, go to the chivalrous to save people?"

  Wang Xiaohu's failure to make his first appearance in the arena, his frustration was written all over his face.

  A chivalrous hero?

  Irin was taken aback.

What else did he want to ask? Jian Nanchun and Junior Sister Bingshan flew to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye. Jian Nanchun threw the two of them aside and left a sentence: "You guys stay here in peace, and Junior Sister and I enter the temple. "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

  Jian Nanchun glanced at Yi Rin with no joy or sadness on his face, and turned to take his junior sister to find the princess.

   In his heart, of course, business matters are more important.

   As for Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu, they can't handle the storm, so let's put them aside for now.

  In the Golden Temple, there were corpses everywhere, and the smell of blood penetrated into the nose of the two of them along the mountain wind.

  After Jian Nanchun and the two walked half-drifted and entered the Golden Temple with all their strengths, Yi Rin asked Wang Xiaohu calmly, and finally understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.

turn out to be.

  Wang Xiaohu, following Yi Rin's command, has been sitting in the grass and watching the changes since that day.

   But he didn't understand the actual situation at all, and he didn't know that there were other people living in the grass as well.

  Wang Xiaohu didn't even bring dry food or fresh water in his luggage.

   He was hungry for two days, and when he was thirsty, he sucked the dew on the leaves, which made Wang Xiaohu survive.

   Just now, shortly after nightfall, Wang Xiaohu finally couldn't bear it anymore, but he didn't know where Yi Rin was, so he dizzily dangled his legs and climbed up to the Golden Temple.

   It is also a real shame that Wang Xiaohu has grown strong and talented since he was a child. Under the premise of being hungry for two days, he forced him to hold his breath and climb the mountain alive.

   After crawling hard to the gate of the Golden Temple, Wang Xiaohu finally settled in Bengbu, rolled his eyes and fainted from hunger.

   Several monks were patrolling at the gate of the Golden Temple and found Wang Xiaohu who was starving on the side of the road. The monk was merciful and carried Wang Xiaohu into the monastery, feeding him food and fresh water, so that Wang Xiaohu came back to life.

   The monks from Heian-ji Temple knew that they were under siege. Among the monks of Ping'an Temple, one of the most virtuous and respected monks came to interrogate him, but he could be cross-examined. For some reason, he fell in love with Wang Xiaohu, and persuaded Wang Xiaohu, "The red dust is a sea of ​​suffering, and the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. It can be liberated.” The implication is that he wants to persuade Wang Xiaohu to shave or become a monk, become a monk with honor, and become a monk who does not take any meat and smell.

   Later, Wang Xiaohu justly rejected the eminent monk's painstaking efforts and good intentions, while directly knocking and learning Yilin's throwing stones to ask for directions, and asked the current predicament of Heian Temple. Wang Xiaohu, who was grateful for the kindness of the monks for a meal, was full of pride and decided to help the monks to tide over the difficulties.

   And a few hours later, a scene of a hundred people attacking the mountain occurred.

  Wang Xiaohu used the grenade given by Yi Rin to blow up everywhere, and cooperated with the Buddhist techniques of the monks, and he broke out in a **** way.

   But Wang Xiaohu is an ordinary person after all. In this chaotic situation, it is difficult to make a final decision. In the chaos, the monks of Heian Temple have died and injured.

   Then, Jian Nanchun came out of the game and easily controlled the situation. In the future, the offender will die under the sword.

   "Brother Lin, the whole thing is like this."

  Wang Xiaohu remembered the deaths of those monks, and still felt a little uncomfortable. Even after getting out of danger, he shook his head and sighed, but his face still showed no sign of relief.

   He finally experienced it for himself, "the rivers and lakes are sinister and the sword has no eyes" as said in the story of Uncle Niu.

  Irin listened to the story told by Wang Xiaohu himself, and felt like he was listening to a story.

   Ah this?

  Wang Xiaohu's three-day experience was so touching and heart-wrenching?

   If it were placed elsewhere, wouldn’t it be a proper protagonist-level experience?

   seems outrageous.

   But Irin also understood why Voldemort who planned to attack the Golden Temple suddenly couldn't squat and started one after another.

  It turned out to be because of Wang Xiaohu.

   They squatted for three days, and they were already at the stage of mutual vigilance. Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaohu didn't follow the rules and rushed up by himself. This of course made them unable to squat, so the general attack happened at the same time. And in the mutual suspicion, one side suspects that the other side does not obey the rules, and the other side suspects that this side does not speak about martial arts, which eventually evolved into a situation of mutual killing.

  Irin wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

at this time.

  The sound of footsteps came from the temple, Yilin stopped talking to Wang Xiaohu, and turned his eyes to the direction of the footsteps.

  I saw Jian Nanchun and Junior Sister Bingshan came out.

   The two of them walked side by side, their clothes fluttering, and they had a bit of a fairy tale flavor.

And right behind them, there was an old monk, with a shimmering light on his bare forehead. His left eye was only empty, and blood was still gurgling out. As he walked, he casually looked at his own eyes With gauze wrapped around her eyes, she covered her wounds.

  Beside the old monk, there is a young monk who is fair and clean. He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. He has beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, but he does not have a ring scar on his forehead, which looks a bit nondescript. In the hands of the little monk, he held a brocade cloth bag tightly, and anyone could see that this cloth bag was very important to him.

   Seeing the old monk come out, Wang Xiaohu first subconsciously shrank behind Yi Rin, then reacted, took the initiative to meet him, and asked with concern, "Master Withered Leaf, are your eyes okay?"

   When Wang Xiaohu greeted him.

  Irin's gaze fell on the face of the little monk next to Master Withered Leaf.

  While Yi Rin looked at the little monk, the little monk also noticed Yi Rin's gaze and looked at Yi Rin.

   (end of this chapter)