Chapter 878

The sky was gray and gloomy with gray low-pressure clouds. Thick dark clouds shrouded the whole foothills early in the morning, making people breathless.

Not long after, the sky began to rain, and the thin rain made the line of sight more hazy and ethereal.

On the horizon in the distance, there are lush and green transparent leaves. Lin Haitao nearby makes a crackling sound under the drizzle.

Halfway up the mountain, there stands a temple hidden in the shade of green trees. If you don't look carefully, you can't seem to observe this humble temple.

The temple is built near the mountain, with an ancient and simple construction style, belonging to the style of inheriting the Tang Dynasty. Between the green brick and tile roofs, they are antique.

In addition, there are lush trees on the left and right, and the playful singing of birds adds a lot of secluded feeling to the temple.

At the moment, an old monk was holding a blue bronze bell in his hand, looking at the distant sky with deep and vigorous eyes.

The wind and rain hit the red cassock and eyebrows on the old monk, but the old monk remained motionless, just like sitting still, without any interference from the outside world.

The locked eyebrows and tangled gloomy expression seem to imply that the old monk is not calm at this time.

Slowly, a jade white gentle palm rested on the old monk's shoulder.

Although a middle-aged woman with excellent appearance is no longer young and has several wrinkles around her eyes, she involuntarily gives birth to a noble and inviolable sense of superiority.

It seems like a queen who is well-off and elegant.

The woman wore a simple coat, gray and black, as if reflecting that she was no longer young and her time was gone.

"Why, you've been standing here for two hours. It's raining outside. You'd better go back to the house and have a rest." the young woman gently comforted.

The old monk is no other than Su Hao's master, monk Hua. At this moment, monk Hua doesn't have the bohemian and cynical look of the past, but his expression is solemn and serious, which makes people respectful.

"It's all right!" monk Hua's voice was a little hoarse. He stared at the sky and said in a deep voice: "Shi Niang, have everyone else left the temple?"

"I sent them away according to your instructions. I'm afraid they have all returned to their mother's house now." said Du Shiniang, with a slight frown and puzzled, "is there something big to happen? The feeling you have given me recently always makes me uneasy."

Du Shiniang's remark was not groundless. A month ago, monk Hua began to think about how to send his seven bedroom wife back to his mother's house.

For this, he also took great pains.

After tossing around for a few days, with the help of Du Shiniang, he finally sent the other six wives back to their hometown.

As for Du Shiniang, people have long put down their words. They will die next to monk Hua all their life!

If monk Hua insists on letting her leave, she will die!

Du Shiniang, who has a strong temper, definitely said to do it. He didn't dare to disobey the monk for a while.

Therefore, there are only two people alone in the whole temple, as well as wild animals and birds perching around the foothills!

Seeing Du Shiniang insist on asking questions, monk Hua doesn't intend to hide Du Shiniang. Suddenly looking back, monk Hua couldn't help trembling when he caught a glimpse of Du Shiniang's charming face.

I wanted to be the first flower monk. I chased Du Shiniang for more than a year before I cheated Bai Fumei.

Time has passed for more than 20 years. Du Shiniang has been with her without complaint or regret.

As the saying goes, life is no joy and death is no pain. Isn't that what it says!

Monk Hua gently stroked Du Shiniang's warm cheeks and half opened his lips. Just before he reached his mouth, he swallowed it again.

"There's nothing important, just want to be quiet during this time." Hua and Shang Yanci flickered, and their eyes dodged Du Shiniang, for fear that Du Shiniang would see the clue.

However, Du Shiniang, who was always considerate and extremely intelligent, was easily dismissed by monk Hua in a few words.

After all, Du Shiniang has been with monk Hua for more than 20 years. Her husband and wife are deeply in love, and she knows monk Hua very well.

Therefore, Du Shiniang was almost sure that there must be something important to come to this temple recently.

Perhaps in a more appropriate word, what monk Hua encountered this time is probably a major matter of choice and life and death.

There is a big difference between a smart woman and an unwise woman.

Smart women often see through rather than point out. Because a man doesn't say, there must be his reason.

If the point is broken, it not only infringes men's self-esteem, but also makes men feel more incompetent.

Therefore, at this time, smart women often choose to help men cover up the past. When he wants to say it, he will say it naturally.

As for stupid women, if they can't see through, they will be entangled and questioned to the end. This makes men have a feeling of resistance and boredom. Over time, even if you look like seven fairies, it is estimated that men will get rid of you.

Du Shiniang is a smart woman. Seeing that monk Hua didn't want to say more, she didn't ask more. She just gently told him that it was time for breakfast, so she cooked in person and went to prepare breakfast for monk Hua.

Once again, only monk Hua was left in the empty corridor. The desolate wind and rain blew the wind bells on the eaves, making bursts of rapid and crisp sounds.

In the distance came the sound of apes roaring and tigers roaring, but just after the fierce tiger roared a few times, it stopped.

The rain as fine as ox hair in the sky stopped at a certain moment.

On the dark and gray sky, it gradually becomes distorted. In a trance, several figures emerge clearly from the ethereal sky.

Nine days away, the hunting maniac was moving, and three people stood on the sky.

The man standing in the front is as gentle as a jade crown. He is dressed in a scholar's green robe and holds a mountain fan in his hand. Talking and laughing, he has the meaning of instructing the country and reversing the world.

Standing behind the man were two tall men. One of the men was a burly man with thick purple armor.

This man is the general and night Minister of the purple wing royal family!

Beside the night minister was a tall and slender man with a gray face and a very long face, like a horse's face.

The man was dressed in a black robe, but unlike the scribe in front, he had neat short hair.

At the scholar's waist, there is a piece of warm and translucent Jasper, which is not an ordinary product at first sight.

Next to the scribe was a giant beast full of two people and red hair.