Chapter 557

"White girl, please don't care about me. I want to keep kneeling here for a while to show my sincerity." Qu Ning looked up and returned.

Bai Yizhu nodded and went out with the sign.

Qu Ning took a deeper look at the situation inside the hall. Unlike previous times, this time the door of the hall was open. Inside the hall, there were monks who mechanically knocked wooden fish. Outside the hall, there were monks who took care of the copper stoves and the candles on the wooden shelves.

How to lead these people away has become Qu Ning's biggest problem.

I don't know if it's Qu Ning's illusion. Although I have seen many monks since I entered the temple, I always feel that there is something missing. But Qu Ning couldn't say what was missing for a while.

Qu Ning kowtowed and suddenly pretended to be weak and faint.

The little monk who knocked on the wooden fish did not squint. He chanted sutras while he knocked.

Qu Ning pretended for a moment, but he didn't see the little monk come to care and ask. He sighed that the little monk was too attentive and had to make a sound.

The little monk who knocked on the wooden fish heard this, and then he responded. Seeing Qu Ning's appearance, he quickly put down the wooden fish hammer in his hand, approached Qu Ning, put his hands together and asked, "benefactor, what's the matter with you? Are you ok? "

"I'm not feeling well, but it's not a big problem. I'm old. Could you please get me a cup of warm water?" Qu Ning's pleading color.

Little monk knocking wooden fish: "Amitabha. Please wait a moment, benefactor. I'll go now. "

Qu Ning: "thank you, little master."

As soon as they left, Qu Ning stood up and walked two steps toward the gate of the hall. He took out two small pieces of silver and, when people didn't pay attention, aimed at the big trees on the left and right sides outside the hall and ejected them with his internal force.

Has entered the winter, the leaves have basically withered and fallen, leaving only some residual branches, floating in the cold wind.

The trunk of the tree was hit, and the rest of the dead leaves fell down despite a slight shock.

The monks who were taking care of the candles outside looked at them and went to get brooms and dustpans to clean them.

Qu Ning seizes this opportunity, strides to the back of the Buddha statue, opens the switch of the secret room according to the memory, squats down and looks down carefully. In the dark and spacious chamber, a man with white hair leaned against the wall and hung his head down. His hands and feet were locked by big chains.

According to Qu Ning's angle, can see this person's top of the head only, can't see his face at all.

There was no one in the room but him.

For a moment, I don't know what happened in my heart. Qu Ning only felt that these white hairs were strangely familiar. As soon as he was about to think about it, there was another pain in his mind. At this time, he could only stop in a hurry and couldn't think about it.

"Hello..."

"Hello, it's me..."

"Can you hear me..."

"Hello..."

Qu Ning called softly.

But the prisoner did not respond. He did not know whether he was sleeping too much or what.

Qu Ning pursed her mouth, protected the large porcelain bottle of nitric acid she carried with her, resolutely jumped down, strode close, squatted down, covered each other's arms, and said, "how are you? I came back to save... "The words were not finished, and my neck was fastened.

A white haired prisoner suddenly raised his head and stared at Qu Ning. His black eyes were as sharp as a sword. He asked: "who are you?"

This voice is not right. It is obviously different from the previous voice. Qu Ning opened his eyes in disbelief and affirmed: "you are not the prisoner before!"

Disguised prisoner: "who sent you?"