Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

    As the closest city to Haha Desert, Haha City is not too big, but it is very prosperous and lively.

    The city is full of tourists. Every day, travelers go out to take pictures outside the city. The wealthier will rent a camel or two to ride outside the desert.

    In these crowds, there are seven figures that are particularly different.

    Shen Qingcheng and Lu Qi walked in front of the other players, walking towards the city gate while carefully observing the pedestrians passing by.

    They were worried that if they changed their minds this time and did not rush into the desert, the monk would not appear.

    Fortunately, this did not happen.

    Shen Qingcheng sharply recognized a back in the distance, the man wearing off-white robes was talking to a woman holding a child, it was not the robes that stopped them twice who?

    The players breathed a sigh of relief.

    Shen Qingcheng pulled Lu Qi forward, and when the monk and the woman finished talking, the woman looked at them curiously and took the child away, then he reached out and patted the monk on the shoulder.

    "Monk, we meet again." He said with crescent-like eyes.

    The monk looked puzzled, "I wonder when the poor monk saw the donor?"

    Shen Qingcheng pondered for a moment, "Bitter sea?"

    Monks always tell them that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and turning back is the shore. For monks, it should be the sea of ​​suffering, right?

    However, the monk just showed a more confused expression, and finally chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, saying: "Donor, the poor monk's name is clear.

    Good talk.

    The smile on Shen Qingcheng's face became more and more kind, "Master Tongming, is it convenient for your teacher to see guests now?"

    Clearly and politely rejected them, on the grounds that his teacher was too old and did not have the energy to meet guests.

    At this time, Su Rao took the initiative to take over the task and went forward to reason with Tongming. After several times, Su Rao narrowly won.

    About twenty minutes later, the players followed Tong Ming into a low-key small temple.

    Standing in the open-air yard, he said to them clearly: "Please wait here for a while, all the donors, I have to ask the teacher if I see guests."

    "Of course, little master please." Su Rao gave him a charming smile.

    Tong Ming's expression remained unchanged, he turned around and walked to a closed room and knocked the door lightly. The players standing in the yard only heard a vague answer, then Tong Ming said Pushed the door and entered the room.

    Shen Qingcheng asked Lu Qi, "This time he didn't say anything, because we're not going to enter the desert for the time being?"

    Lu Qi: "Maybe."

    Transparency came out very quickly, and the door opened again without waiting for them to say anything. Unlike before, only one crack was opened, this time both doors were wide open.

    Tongming stood at the door, with a gesture of inviting people in, "Donors, the teacher wants to see you."

    The players exchanged glances, Lu Qi clenched Shen Qingcheng's hand and walked forward first.

    The room is large and empty, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of Buddha, which makes the tense spirit relax unconsciously.

    Shen Qingcheng and Lu Qi saw a figure kneeling in front of the low table with his back to them by the window.

    The back is dressed in an off-white robe like Tongming, but Tongming is the color of the robe, and the man in front of him is washed and turned white.

    The back is very thin, and seems to be lying on the table writing something, looking hunched into a ball.

    Shen Qingcheng thought of the dehydrated mummy for a moment.

    What made him feel even more paradoxical was that he saw death energy in this person, very rarely, this kind of situation usually occurs in people who are about to die.

    However, the contradiction is the contradiction. Although the death energy is small, it is very strong, comparable to the old ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years.

    He frowned suspiciously.

    When all the players entered the room, Tongming said to the old man at the table and closed the door. The old man coughed twice and said hoarsely, "Everyone... please sit down."

    No one was seated.

    Wu Meng is very impatient, and when he finally sees the old man, he immediately asks the most concerned question, "I heard Luha said that the monk came to Haha City decades ago, dare to ask the previous monk But living in a Buddhist country?"

    The old man answered slowly: "...Yes."

    Wu Meng was overjoyed, and immediately stepped forward to ask what happened to the divine book, but Lu Qi stopped him in time.

    Lu Qi asked, "Does the monk know our purpose?"

    Back nodded, "No hurry...Listen to me."

    The name of the **** and monk is Yuanan, he is very old, and it takes most of his energy to stay alive every day, and he has no extra energy to speak too much.

    Yuan An said intermittently: "I'm getting old... What you want to ask... See for yourself."

    He asked Shen Qingcheng and the other players to wait for him where he was, stepped forward to thank the monk and picked up the book on the table.

    When he retracted his gaze, he glanced at the old man's face, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

    This priest is really old, there is almost only loose old skin on his face, and the color of the whites and pupils of his eyes is indistinguishable.

    Lu Qi suppressed his emotions and took the book back to Shen Qingcheng.

    "This is..." Shen Qingcheng, who saw the book clearly, hesitated.

    Plain sheepskin cover…

    "This is...the real...god book." The old man with his back turned to them said.

     Wen Yan Shen Qingcheng immediately opened the page, but the content of the first page was not a sandstorm, but the mural they had seen on the ninth floor of the pagoda.

    A young monk stands blankly in the desert.

    The old man: "That monk...it's me."