"Haha, let's see how you escape from my clutches now. Even if you have wings, you probably won't be able to fly." Standing behind the monk was a man wearing a ferocious mask, very motionless.

said.

But the monk was immobilized, and it was impossible to escape, so he had no choice but to be at the mercy of others.

"Come and accept your fate."

The masked man gave the order, and the monk fell under the cauldron. At the same time, his heart was taken away by others.

His movements were so fast that even he was almost impressed.

The masked man held the human heart dripping with blood and then disappeared into the night.

Soon, in a closed secret room, the masked man fell to his knees.

In front of him, sat a princess with long hair.

"How's it going? Have you finished what I told you?" Under the frosty face, words like cold currents appeared.

"Queen, this is already the 519th heart of a young man. Please use it slowly. I believe that after collecting 999 hearts, the Queen will be able to stay young forever and live at the age of eighteen."

The masked man held a tray and handed the monk's heart to Her Majesty the Queen.

The story begins one night in midsummer. There was a girl who had just graduated from college and was enjoying the cool air in the pavilion.

Suddenly, for some reason, a demonic wind swept over her from all directions, and when she woke up.

How can there be the prosperity of the city around us, it is simply the desolation of the desert.

She only found out later that her life had been delayed by ten years.

The meaning is actually very simple. She is eighteen years old now, but her body is that of a twenty-eight year old.

Of course, her youthful and innocent face naturally had a few wrinkles.

It turns out that she was put under a spell by an old witch, saying that if she could eat 999 young people's hearts, she would be eighteen years old forever.

She would rather grow old slowly over time than hurt anyone.

In less than a week, she turned into an old woman who was about to die.

But the masked man who brought her here couldn't bear to see a flower wither like this.

In order to lift the old witch's seal, the masked man decided to designate her as Her Majesty the Queen and vowed to bring her a heart every day, while Her Majesty the Queen was enjoying her "dinner".

"Why is it just watery soup and meat and vegetables?" Hu Huheng looked at the millet porridge in the bowl and even began to doubt his life.

Abbot Niyuan left work long ago and left on his own. What greeted him was the abbot of the temple, whose name was Da Ni.

"Abbot Da Ni, are you gone even with my favorite meatballs?" Xiaohui pouted her mouth and asked the abbot who looked very serious.

"Almsgiver Xiaohui, there really aren't any."

Da Ni shook his head, with a very firm look in his eyes.

"You can have this." Yinglong said while looking at his watch with a monk.

"That's true." The abbot was also extremely funny.

After dinner, it's time to rest.

Under the arrangement of the abbot, the three of them lived in a small teahouse next to Jingxin Pavilion.

Of course, the two boys slept on the first floor, while Xiaohui ruthlessly occupied the entire second floor.

"Three donors, please light some sandalwood in the room. This thing has the effect of killing mosquitoes with half the effort."

The young monk knew how to be polite. As the name suggests, he first filled Xiaohui's room with sandalwood grass.

Xiaohui smelled it with the tip of her nose very curiously, "It smells so fragrant."

"Hey, little master, do you have WeChat? How about adding one?"

The girl's meaning was so obvious, so the monk wasn't touched at all?

"I'm sorry, we monks are not afraid of lying, let alone those worldly things on WeChat."

"Ningxin Sutra", the third volume of the book, "Yang Xing Ji" says: Let the shamans imagine, don't be in vain. A monk must have the six desires to be quiet, be wary of impatience, be impatient, be wary of sex, and be wary of anger.

, stop playing with mobile phones.

The rules of the monastery are really strict. Even the mobile phones they usually use are the kind of old-age devices equipped by the abbot.

You have to wait for half a day to turn on your computer, let alone download any software.

When the monk closed the door, he unexpectedly saw the pustules on Xiaohui's face.

"What happened to your face? Did you have a stroke or something?"

"No!" Xiaohui was already shy. A tree has a skin and a person has a face.

"Okay, if it's really a pustule, I'll go pick some plantains from the vegetable garden near the ancient well. It's said to be able to get rid of the pustules."

What? Xiaohui was very surprised. I don’t need to use the zombie’s blood to treat my face. “Thank you.” Xiaohui was very excited because she found a medicine that can treat my face.

After the monk left, Xiaohui stamped her feet angrily, "Brother, why didn't you add me on WeChat? Is it because I'm not pretty enough?" Xiaohui touched her face, and then a disappointed expression appeared on her face.

It’s all Liu Xiaoming and Hu Huheng’s fault.

"Female donor, come here." Just when Xiaohui was in a daze, the monk stopped Xiaohui and waved to Xiaohui. Xiaohui followed. In less than a cup of tea, the monk had already mixed the boiling water and pounded it.

I crushed a handful of freshly plucked plantains and made a simple ointment.

With just a casual smear, Xiaohui's beautiful face returned to its former vibrant, charming and charming face.

She just sat on the pavilion, admiring her beauty.

After a sleepless night, before I knew it, it was the morning of the next day.

He couldn't say why, but Yinglong suffered from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Maybe it was because the sandalwood was lit, or maybe it was a sudden change of place and it seemed a little acclimated.

When Hu Huheng was about to knock on Xiaohui's door, he peeked through the crack of the window, but saw no one inside.

"Hey, that's strange. Where will this Xiaohui go?"

In Hu Heng's opinion, maybe she went to the toilet.

Liu Xiaoming was still walking in this underground palace, as if he was trapped in a maze.

Finally, he came to a confined space that collapsed.

Surrounded by piled walls, there is nothing interesting about this. The key thing that attracts Liu Xiaoming is a sheepskin circle placed on a building platform.

The sheepskin circle was first placed with its back to him, so he could not read the words on it clearly.

Of course, Liu Xiaoming had "drawled" in ancient books about such simple principles as casting stones to ask for directions and throwing bricks to attract jade.

Without any hesitation, he picked up a piece of gravel and threw it towards the platform.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

"It doesn't have any mechanisms. It scared me."

So Liu Xiaoming opened the glass cover that had been dusty for thousands of years.

Just before the cover was opened, dozens of poisonous arrows were shot out from the surrounding walls.

Of course, Liu Xiaoming also noticed it.

He dodged a batch of arrows by flipping around like a carp jumping upright.

Some of them were even bitten in his mouth and stepped on under his feet.

It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.

Even though he was so powerful in martial arts just now, he was still shot in the vest by an arrow in the end.

"ah."

The shrill roar soon spread throughout the entire underground hall.

Enduring the pain, Liu Xiaoming just pulled out the poisonous arrow cluster.

Perhaps it's because time has gone by a long time ago, and the poison on the arrows is no longer as strong as it was in prehistoric times, but there is only a slight pain.

Liu Xiaoming is not the Shennong of ancient times. How could he taste herbs and identify strange poisons?

The only thing he can do now is to see what kind of words will be recorded on the parchment.

He climbed up from the ground with difficulty and pulled out the ancient parchment scroll from the glass cover.

When he got it in his hand and felt the texture, he realized that this was not a sheepskin roll. It was obviously made of cowhide.

No matter what volume it is, these are no longer important. What is important is to read the text above.

The piles of Achibala texts made his cerebellum hurt when he looked at them.

Only the painting underneath the words aroused his alertness.

The painting depicts a golden dragon, which was then cut into pieces with a single sword. Many demons and ghosts escaped from the dark hell, rampaged around in the human world, and eventually ruled the entire world.

Of course Liu Xiaoming knew that the golden dragon should be the dragon summoned by Ying Long.
To be continued...