Chapter 1324： twin

The little cutie flips through quickly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she not only finished communicating with Zhuang Yan, but also showed off with several senior brothers.

"Does he think that everything will be fine if he burns Lele's little paper figurine? Lele has long known the drawbacks of controlling paper and cannot be a real eye, but Lele, like senior brother Su He, can create new talismans."

She didn't just play before, but still experimented with many interesting and useful things.

For example, if the white paper used for paper cutting is not pure white paper, and the yellow surface paper of cinnabar is painted, and processed into white at the same time, can it have the same effect?

The control paper uses white paper, and the pursuit is pure and flawless, so as to be able to point out a trace of consciousness.

But true purity is not just white.

In short, the little cute experimented a lot, and finally succeeded. However, before she could publicize it, she sent out the little paper figurines.

The information of that person has been stuck in the past, of course, there will be no scruples, and he appeared in front of the little paper man so carelessly.

Of course, that person is powerful, so he can easily solve the little paper figurine, causing her to fight back.

Not only that, but even the little cutie will feel uncomfortable when looking at each other through the little paper man.

A formidable opponent!

An opponent who wants to kill himself!

The little cutie trembled, and there was a hint of excitement in this trembling.

"found it!"

The little cutie points to a person on the tablet.

"It's this person, Wuming of Qian'en Temple! Wait, why is Qian'en Temple? Or Wuming?"

Before, this Wuming was also among their suspicions, and he would also have a sound for everything, but the son of Qian'en Temple has been confirmed again and again, Wuming has really been in retreat, and there is no such thing as the so-called and silent escape from the temple.

Xie Baitian looked at her hesitantly, "Little Junior Sister, did you read it wrong?"

"impossible."

Jie Baitian: "Little Junior Sister, no... It doesn't seem like you said what you said just now."

Xie Baitian reacted and went to see Wen He, "Senior Brother Seven?"

Wen He wiped his blood-stained fingers with a wet towel, and glanced coldly, "Xiao Lele can't read it wrong, do you have any opinions?"

Xie Baitian was a little speechless.

"Senior Brother Qi, what's the use of your indifferent expression, you have the ability to take back all the vines!"

He is now surrounded by vines, and those green snake-like plants are standing tall, as if he will slap him if he answers wrongly!

Xie Baitian cherished and covered his face.

The little cutie has called Ziqi.

Huo Hong couldn't hold back and asked, "It's not good to ask the monk, what if they shield each other?"

Similar to most Taoist priests, he did not have a good impression of monks.

"No, Lele doesn't know about others, but brother Ziqi is definitely fine, Lele won't see the wrong person!"

It's okay if she doesn't swear like that, so Huo Hong has a bigger opinion on the monk. He suspects that those people deceive the innocent little uncle!

After a while, Ziqi answered the phone.

"Just doing my homework."

Such monks as Ziqi would not bring their cellphones when doing their homework.

Little cute is different. She used to bring her mobile phone when she did her homework in Qingshuiguan. It will not play, but I like to listen to music with it.

Therefore, there is often an old senior who is lecturing, and other disciples listen devoutly, and there will be a little Douding listening to the song secretly. If she accidentally released it, it was fine. If Shishu hit her, she would put the mouse in Shishu's room.

It's called ritual exchange!

Cutie straight to the point, "Brother Ziqi, are you sure that Wuming is on the mountain and hasn't come down for so many years?"

The handsome monk responded quickly.

"The behind-the-scenes person you investigated has something to do with Uncle Wuming?"

"Yeah," Xiao Kawai said frankly, "the two look exactly the same. It's just Wuming when he was young."

Ziqi was silent for a while, and suddenly changed to video chat.

"Brother Ziqi, this is..."

"I'll take you to see Uncle Wuming."

Cutie just took this opportunity to observe the layout of Qian'en Temple.

She found one thing.

Covering the microphone with one hand, Little Cutie whispered to two brothers and one nephew, "Their temples are so rich and gorgeous."

Her big eyes were about to become a symbol of money, so she almost didn't say she would go to Qian'en Temple for wool.

"Lele's seniority is very small, right?"

The little cutie confirms this matter again and again.

"If you visit Qian'en Temple, do those people have to give Lele a greeting?"

Jie Baitian: "..." What an ambitious little junior sister!

Wen He didn't care, "Go if you want. If you want to bring their gold-painted Buddha statue back, bring it back."

Xie Baitian covered his forehead.

One dares to speak, the other dares to act, the two devil kings are afraid that they will not offend the entire Qian'en Temple.

"The two benefactors, the little monk can hear them."

The little cutie immediately shut up, showed a standard smile, and faced the camera.

Ziqi shook his head helplessly and went all the way to the back mountain.

There are scattered log cabins for monks who want to retreat and comprehend. His uncle, Wuming, has been comprehending it for many years, and has always lived this simple life.

Walking to a small wooden house, Ziqi self-reported his identity, the wooden door was opened, revealing a solemn face of Baoxiang.

This person is about the same age as Host Wu Xin, but his skin is darker and his body looks healthy, so he should exercise regularly.

Seeing him, it is easy to think of the Buddha statue in the temple.

The little cutie held her breath subconsciously.

Wu Ming's eyes quickly aimed at the raised mobile phone.

"Ziqi, what are you doing?"

Ziqi opened his mouth because there was a younger generation who admired him and wanted to meet him and talk a few words.

Huo Hong pouted unhappily, how could little uncle admire a monk? This sub-period is full of nonsense.

But according to his seniority, he should actually be called Uncle Ziqi. Impossible, he will never call him Martial Uncle in his life.

Wu Ming looked serious, he was tolerant towards the younger generation, and he really greeted the camera.

The little cutie greeted politely and stared at each other's face again.

She was looking at bones. She was quite sure that the face she saw through the little paper figurine was what it is now decades later.

"Are there any other relatives in your family? They look more like you."

Wuming does not know why.

After their monks become monks, they will not care about the world.

He became a monk, never went home, and had little impression of his family.

However, because of a special situation, he still remembers some.

"The poor monk has a lay brother. He and the poor monk were twins back then. They looked exactly the same when they were young. It is not clear now."

"What's his name? Where is he now? What work does he do?"

Wuming can only answer the first question, the latter, after he became a monk, he never cared about it again.

"Chao Ran, the poor monk's lay family name, Chao Fei."

Ziqi didn't tell Wuming the truth. After leaving Houshan, he briefly stated his thoughts.

"He is far away from the world, and that Chao Ran donor is a pity."

It doesn't matter how cute you are, "Just talk to your master about this kind of thing. He is indeed far away from the world, but if something happens to his biological brother, it's only natural that he wants to do something. Even if he is far away from the world, he's still a human being, it's impossible. There is really no joy or sorrow.”