The holy monk felt the abnormal movement in the crowd and glanced at us sideways. I raised my eyes and looked at it, and it happened to collide with his vision.
The last time I saw him was at night, because of the bad light, I didn't see him clearly. Yesterday, although there was a face-to-face meeting, the light was still not good. Although he vaguely knew what he looked like, he didn't see his eyes.
Forget where you saw a sentence, saying that if you want to understand a person, you have to start by looking at his eyes.
I don't know how capable this holy monk is, but from his eyes, I can see that he is a lama with a story.
His gaze is gentle and full of vicissitudes, with calmness after being washed by time.
Thinking of seeing him for the first time, he was helped to climb down from the rock, and couldn't help but smile.
"Huh?" Seeing me suddenly laugh, Xuan Cang immediately cast his eyes down and looked at me suspiciously.
I grinned at him with a grin, raised my chin and said to Xuan Cang, "That great lama, it's quite interesting!"
"Hmm!" Knowing that I was okay, Xuan Cang reached out his hand and touched my head, and continued to look at the group of people in front who were silent.
Opposite the holy monk, a slightly bloated middle-aged man in a military uniform was saying something to the holy monk.
The holy monk looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, but he replied a few words casually.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little tense, and sadly, I didn't understand what they were talking about.
When the two people came and went, it was the little soul boy standing in front of the officer, standing coldly on the spot like an okay person.
"Hey! Do you understand what they are talking about?" I reached out and touched Ling Qing lightly.
Looking at him with a serious look, I really think that he should still understand it!
"Huh? Ah? What do you listen to?" Ling Qing was taken aback for a moment, and looked at me blankly after returning to his senses.
"Um..." Seeing his concentrated expression just now, I thought he understood it! But I didn't expect that he didn't even hear what I asked him.
"Hey..." I sighed deeply, lowered my voice again, and repeated: "The holy monk and the soldier, what are the two talking about?"
"He..." Ling Qing wanted to speak.
"The soldier asked the holy monk to bring the soul boy back to the temple for placement!" Xuan Cang's slightly deserted voice came from my side.
I looked back at him with a bit of astonishment. He looked at me and said, "If you don't understand, you can also ask me!"
"Oh!" I replied. A little embarrassed, he turned away and continued to watch the confrontation between the army and the lama in front.
At first I was curious and listened very carefully. I just wanted to understand what they were talking about, but after a while I got tired. I feel that listening to two people, speaking in a language that they don't understand, is almost the same as listening to two crickets screaming in a fight, and there is no difference.
"When are these two people going to'talk'?" I was a little depressed, looking up at the sky as the sun was getting bigger.
Xuan Cang saw my subtle movements in his eyes, stretched out his hand and swayed, unexpectedly suddenly took out the oil-paper umbrella, and shielded me from the annoying sun.
"Thanks, thank you!" I let out a long sigh of relief, taking it for granted, hiding under the umbrella Xuan Cang held for me.
"T#%^@!..." Before I could react from Xuan Cang's thoughtfulness, I was shocked by the sudden violent voice.
Following the officer's roar, a group of soldiers following him immediately took out their guns, threatening the holy monk and the group of lamas behind him.
"#%＆*@#..." The officer was very proud, looking at the faces of the group of lamas with a look of alert and trepidation.
Hearing his mouth full of disdain and ridicule, I don't need to understand it. I also know that his words are insulting the holy monk and the group of lamas behind him.
In the face of real swords and guns, without any real ability, naturally I dare not make mistakes.
At the moment when the rows of guns were aimed at the holy monk, almost at the same time, the four or five lamas standing behind the holy monk immediately stood up and blocked them.
Protected the elderly holy monk behind.
Looking at the scene in front of me, another picture suddenly flashed through my mind. It is also a group of bald-headed monks standing in front of a certain temple.
The old monk was guarded by the young and strong monk, facing the danger ahead with swords.
Even if they knew that they weren't opponents, no one turned and left, but worked together to face them.
"..." The matter of Mingtai Temple suddenly appeared in my mind.
My breathing suddenly became rapid, and my face was a little pale, and I looked down at my hands... There seemed to be blood from the monks on them.
Although they are stubborn, they have a passion for demon and defense. But I became the murderer of their lives, forcing a fresh life to disappear from this world!
I looked at my hand, there seemed to be red blood flowing on it.
"Yu'er!" Xuan Cang noticed my strangeness and hurriedly stretched out his hand from me and hugged me.
Even under this scorching sun, the temperature on Xuan Cang's body was still cold, and he couldn't feel the slightest temperature.
"Yeah!" I looked up at Xuan Cang astonished.
Xuan Cang's hand applied a slight force on my waist, and the heat on my body was immediately driven away a bit, and the muddy brain became clear.
"Xuan Cang! I..." I looked up at Xuan Cang blankly, and from the corner of my eyes I inadvertently caught a glimpse of my soul boy looking back at me with a sneer.
Meeting his gaze, my body immediately trembled like an electric shock.
The soul boy looked at the horror in my eyes and smiled with satisfaction. If that smile is someone who doesn't understand, he will still feel cute and innocent when he looks at it.
But I have seen him killing people a long time ago, and I know that for this magical tool with the face of a child, he has no idea what life is, what is good and evil.
Perhaps all his murders were just a temporary rise. And the more so, the more terrifying and evil it is when I look at it.
"Don't look!" Xuan Cang stretched out his hand, blocking my sight.
The soul boy disappeared from my sight, and my whole person immediately became more comfortable.
"The magic weapon..." I buried my head in Xuan Cang's arms, and lowered my voice while turning my body sideways.
Xuan Cang stretched out his hand and gently patted my shoulder, comforting me.
"Leave it to me! Don't go anywhere, you don't need to do anything." He didn't speak, but I heard his voice.
"Yeah!" I nodded in response. The sight is still a little uncontrollable, and I glance at the front of the game.
After a long confrontation, the soul boy suddenly stood by and walked directly in front of me, crossing the crowd.