Chapter 58 Resurreation

Since Xu Yuanwai and the monk of Jinshan Temple came back from another courtyard, Xu Yuanwai has regarded him as a Bodhisattva.

After dinner, I went to bed early.

Because too many things have happened in the past few days, Xu Yuanwai slept uneasily. Now with the guarantee of the monk of Jinshan Temple, Xu Yuanwai's hanging heart has finally been put down. Once the person's spirit is relaxed, he will sleep very heavy.

There was nothing to say that night.

Xu Yuanwai was awakened by the noise outside the door.

He rubbed the apricot's eyes and said unhappily, "What's the matter? What's the noise in the morning?"

A family slave's trembling voice came from outside the door, "Sir, it's not good, the holy monk of Jinshan Temple, he... he's dead!"

What? Xu Yuanwai couldn't believe his ears. He pulled out his ears hard to make sure that he heard it correctly. He was afraid that this was his own hallucination, so he pinched his thighs with his hands hard. Ouch, it really hurts.

After confirming that he didn't hear it wrong or hallucinations, Xu Yuanwai was dumbfounded.

I was fine yesterday. How can I say that I will die?

He hurriedly picked up a dress and put it on his body, put a pair of shoes on his feet, and walked out of the door.

The domestic slave was still waiting outside the door. Seeing that Xu came out, he hurried to meet him and serve him.

Xu Yuanwai's heart was all hanging on the monk of Jinshan Temple and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?" How could the holy monk die if he was so good?

When the slave saw Xu Yuanwai's question, he quickly replied, "I don't know what's going on. I heard from the servants in the house that the holy monk went to bed early in class last night, and said that he had to get up early this morning to catch demons. The servants guarding the door did not hear anything abnormal in the middle of the night. This morning, I went to serve the holy monk to wash his face. Unexpectedly, no one opened the door after knocking for a long time. I felt that something was wrong, so I quickly called a few servants to knock the door of the holy monk's room together. After knocking open, I found that the holy monk was lying on the ground in the house and died.

Xu Yuanwai asked again, "Where's the body?"

"It's still in the holy monk's house. We don't dare to make decisions without permission. We have to let you make the decision."

After listening to him, Xu Yuanwai hurriedly walked to the room of the monk of Jinshan Temple. Sure enough, he lay on the ground and died. It was normal to say that it was normal or abnormal to die. Let's say it was normal. He was not like the Taoist priest who was thrown away, nor was he like a mummified corpse like those who died before. His body was still In good condition. It was abnormal to say that his ears, mouth, nose and mouth all overflowed with blood, and his eyes were wide open and looked strange.

Xu Yuanwai saw that the monk of Jinshan Temple was really dead, and a Xuan in his heart was broken with a "pop".

Originally, he was expected to collect the demon, but who would have thought that he would die for no reason.

The matter of his daughter Xu Qing is not easy to deal with. Now two people have died, and he may have to file a lawsuit. The more he thinks about it, the more wronged he feels, and the more wronged he is, the more he cries.

When the slaves saw Xu Yuanwai crying, they hurried to comfort him, but they didn't know what to do.

The news that the monk invited by the Xu family died blew all over Taojia Town like the wind.

Zhidie wandered back and forth in the room and muttered in a low voice, "Another one is dead, another one is dead."

"Sister Zhidie, don't turn around, okay? I'm going to be dizzy by you." Yuting looked at Zhidie turning around and finally couldn't help rubbing her temples and muttering.

Hearing what she said, Zhidie was embarrassed to turn around again and sat down next to Yuting.

"Sister Zhidie, isn't it just a dead person? As for you going around?" Yuting asked with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

Zhidie looked at her for a while. She couldn't imagine such words from such a beautiful woman. She felt that Yuting was a little strange in a trance. She sighed and said, "Taojia Town is the place where I was born and raised, but now it has become so disaster-prone. One person after another has died, especially Some people are still playmates who grew up together. I really feel sad when I look at them.

Yu Ting said disapprovingly, "Sister Zhidie, you are also too careful. As long as we live well, why do you care about those people?"

Zhidie felt that she couldn't continue to talk to her anymore. There was a good saying, "There is no speculation." She casually made an excuse and came out.

The wind outside was blowing tightly. Zhidie's clothes were blown through, and her body trembled slightly. She regretted not wearing more.

When I was thinking about whether to go back to get a dress, I suddenly felt warm, and a cover came from her back.

"Yu Ting." Zhidie thought it was her and subconsciously shouted out to thank her.

I didn't expect that what I saw when I turned around was He Jinchen's beautiful and lawless face.

Only then did she come to her senses and look at her clothes. This is not an ordinary dress, but the silver sped-on-the-sor that He Jinchen gave her last time.

Zhidie's heart beat half a beat.

He Jinchen held his shoulders with both hands and looked at Zhidie with a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you... Thank you, Lord Snake King." Zhidie lowered her head and thanked unnaturally.

"Little butterfly, why did you run out? If it freezes, I will feel sad." As he spoke, he picked up the hair that Zhidie fell on his chest and put it in his hand to play with it gently.

Zhidie blushed and blushed by his behavior. She subconsciously dodged back and saw that the wisp of hair was about to escape from He Jinchen's hand.

"Xiaodiedie, don't you want to save the people in Taojia Town?" He Jinchen's voice sounded at this critical moment.

Zhidie was stunned and didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't retreat any further. He Jinchen took advantage of this opportunity to pull the wisp of hair back into his hand.

He played with the strand of hair and whispered to Zhidie, "What if I can help you?"

What? Help her?

Zhidie never dreamed that he would say such a thing.

She just hopes that he will thank God if he doesn't destroy it, but she doesn't dare to ask him to help her.

But looking at him doesn't look like a joke, is he serious?

Zhidie once again considered the authenticity of his words.

Zhidie's head is running fast. Even if he is willing to help, there must be conditions. A calculating person like him, oh, not a snake, how can he help a person unconditionally?

It's weird, it's really weird.

She doesn't know what he is calculating, but it is certain that he is a weasel to pay New Year's greetings to the chicken, and he has no good intentions.

Her eyes fell on He Jinchen's hands playing with her hair again. It's hard to say that he wants to do this?