Monk Wuhong couldn't help but wonder about the origin of this girl, and hesitated. After all, there is a way of being a woman in the rules and regulations. If he hugged the other person down the mountain...

But now it is a critical moment, and the thunder above the head is ready to go again. If I delay it, I am afraid this girl will really die!

"It's still life is important!"

He didn't dare to hesitate anymore, so he bent down and picked him up.

Feeling the wonderful touch that his palm touched, he quickly looked away, chanting the Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart to stabilize his mind, and then ran down the mountain as hard as he tried his best to seek a glimmer of life!

It was just a bit strange that after he ran a distance, he suddenly realized that no thunder had fallen. He subconsciously looked back and unexpectedly found that the lightning that had been ready for the thunder and lightning disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Instead, it was pouring rain. The bean-sized raindrops fell down and hit the branches and leaves of the trees next to him, which instantly wet him like a chicken. He held the girl in both hands and was carrying a bamboo basket behind him. He couldn't bite his umbrella with his teeth...

"well……"

He sighed helplessly and ran to the bottom of the mountain.

But what he didn't know was that Du Bai, who was flying in the sky behind him, looked at him holding the girl and ran farther and farther away, and forgot to follow him for a moment.

"Little fairy..."

That's right, the girl who was hit by thunder repeatedly just now was the very unlucky girl in the eyes of the monk. She was the little fairy who was infused into the relics and obsessed with her.

However, he never dreamed that the other party would appear in such an incredible way!

"What the hell is going on?"

He slowly frowned, his eyes as solemn as ever.

Shouldn’t immortals possess invincible magical powers and control all things in the world? Aside from the scientific view that there is no reliability in this world, according to some myths and legends, the sky thunder should also be under the control of the immortals.

However, at this moment, Du Bai was surprised.

Not only was the other party constantly bombarded by the thunder, but it seemed that he was seriously injured and was in a state of unconsciousness!

"Is this guy really an immortal?"

Du Bai couldn't help but become suspicious.

Will immortals be so weak? It was indeed unexpected.

However, there is another possibility, that is, the opponent's power has lost control, or he has been seriously injured before, so he will become like this miserable now.

"Sure enough... Is there something wrong with the immortals and Buddhas at this time?" Du Bai raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the black dark clouds, as if he was about to penetrate the fairy world where the top immortals lived.

He had an impulse and wanted to go up and see what was going on in person, but it was not realistic at the moment.

The fairy world is not really just above the clouds, otherwise it would have been discovered long ago. It should be in a state similar to the special secret realm of the little fairy before, even many times larger, and the restrictions are stricter. It is a mysterious place where even the Nightmare Dragon King cannot find the entrance.

Perhaps in the future, I will find some clues about the memories of immortals and Buddhas, but now I can only give up.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze back to the monk who kept staggering forward in the rain.

"The main master finally appeared, so I can go and see what is different from the so-called immortal..."

...

"hiss!"

As the remaining half of the candle was lit, the slightly old and narrow room began to become brighter. Monk Wuhong put away the fire note again, and looked at the drizzle outside the window, which had never changed. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Fortunately, I met this small thatched hut thatched huts built halfway up the mountain to rest and shelter from the rain. Fortunately, I happened to have a fire cube on my body and was not wet, otherwise this night would have been a bit difficult.

If he really wants to run back with such heavy rain, even if he can hold on to it young and strong, at most he will only get infected with some cold wind, but the poor girl is already injured, so it is probably unknown whether she can survive tonight.

“Um…”

A low moan with a little bit of pain rang behind him. He was stunned and looked back and found that the girl was slowly awakening. There was a sense of pain in her expression, as if her previous injuries were still onset.

She slowly opened her eyes, glanced at her slightly lost eyes and swept over the unfamiliar environment around her, and finally fell on the young monk who lived in the same room with her.

Instead of being as shy or uneasy as an ordinary lady, she tilted her head slightly, as if she was seriously thinking about what her current situation was.

"You're awake?"

Monk Wuhong said softly, keeping a safe distance from her. He also understood that normally, at such nights, a lonely man and a widowed woman live in the same room, even if he has a little movement, he will cause the other party to be uneasy, so he will simply stay away.

"What is this?" She nodded slightly, opened her cherry lips slightly, and asked in a low voice.

Monk Wuhong told her all the whole story without hiding it at all, including the fact that he had to carry her down the mountain to save people, and the inevitable contact that he had just bandaged her wounds.

"...But please rest assured that the little monk abides by the rules and regulations and will never do anything to overcome the girl!" He said with his chest straight and with a clear conscience.

"Well, thank you..." She nodded again, not seeming to doubt him. She then lowered her head slightly, as if she was recalling what had happened before, pursing her lips tightly, her expression slightly changed slightly, but she didn't know what the other party was thinking.

There was only a quiet space left in this small room for a moment. Only the "crackling" sound made by Monk Wuhong as he slowly lit the firewood, accompanied by the pouring rain outside the window, unexpectedly there was a different kind of quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Du Bai sat cross-legged in the air, carefully observing the various subtle movements of the little fairy.

Unfortunately, the other party I saw so far was not found out that there was nothing strange about the other party except for being too calm and calm that was different from ordinary people.

He didn't even have a little bit of fairy spirit, as if he was really just an ordinary mortal, at most he just looked better.

Obviously, it was impossible for the other party to know that someone could peek at her performance from the fragments of memory, so there was no reason to deliberately conceal her.
Chapter completed!