Appearances are all clouds, and Miao Zhen's understanding of his own appearance comes from the evaluations of others.
Everyone who met him said he was good-looking. Fortunately, when he was a child, no matter how good-looking he was, he was just a cute little monk at most. Whether they are pilgrims or foreign monks, they all touch his bald head when they see him.
As he grew up in the past few years, he always encountered some over-enthusiastic donors. Regardless of gender, they all wanted to get into his arms.
Miao Zhen looked in the mirror and studied for a while, and finally realized that he might really be a beautiful monk.
The monk's robe he was wearing was secretly given to him by the abbot before he left Shaolin, and he felt particularly energetic when he wore it.
Miao Zhen bought a few meat buns and planned to give them to the beggars nearby.
As soon as he reached the main road, two little beggars followed behind him. Logically speaking, they should be disciples of the Beggar Clan, but Miao Zhen had not seen a big beggar after walking for so long.
There are disciples of the Beggar Clan all over the world, but I don't know why I can't see any of them here.
The unkempt little beggar looked at him for a long time, then suddenly ran past him and bumped into him deliberately.
Miao Zhen felt that he touched her body, probably trying to steal her wallet.
Miao Zhen doesn't have such high-end gadgets. Apart from necessary expenses, he relies on alms most of the time.
He grabbed the little beggar and handed him the meat bun in his hand.
The little beggar lowered his head and took the meat bun, nodded quickly, and ran away without saying a word.
Looking very introverted, Miao Zhen squinted his eyes for a while.
The man was not a dwarf, and his steps did not look like a martial arts practitioner. It seemed that he was suspicious.
Miao Zhen rubbed his fingertips. The little beggar's arms were fleshy. It seems that after a year of not going down the mountain, the food of the Beggar Clan has improved a lot.
He walked for a long time and didn't meet anyone suspicious. Maybe the flower picker didn't come out today, or maybe he didn't suit the flower picker's taste.
Most of the flower picker's martial arts skills are ordinary, but they are enough to cause unscrupulous harm to civilians.
Miao Zhen was worried about the people here, so he decided to stay for a while until the flower picker was caught before leaving.
When passing by the teahouse, Miao Zhen found that Shengshan was still staring at him.
He raised his head and showed a gentle smile. The man who was pretending to sample tea glanced at him and suddenly threw the teacup in his hand.
Miao Zhen caught the tea cup and looked down. There was white powder floating on the tea.
It seems that this colorless and odorless poison has not had time to dissolve yet.
The person upstairs seemed to be aware of this. He hid his fingers still dipped in tea behind his back and said in a cold voice, pretending to be calm: "Monk, don't you dare to drink just a cup of tea!"
Miao Zhen looked at the tea, then looked up at Shengshan, and suddenly jumped up to the teahouse.
He has reached great success in crossing the river with a reed, his body is light and he is jumping peacefully, which is not at the same level as Shengshan.
He flew up lightly. Shengshan thought he was coming to settle accounts, so he turned around and wanted to run away. He wears a high ponytail common among young knights, and looks energetic from the front. It sways and sways when running, making it particularly conspicuous.
Miao Zhen grabbed his ponytail and pulled him back directly.
Shengshan pulled out his small dagger again and gestured. Miao Zhen held the teacup in one hand and controlled him with the other. His movements were gentle but deeply insulting.
As if recognizing the overwhelming gap between the two, Shengshan sat back in his seat with a cold face, holding his mouth and holding his hands, looking a little aggrieved.
He waited for a while, but before Miao Zhen could speak, he boldly said: "Let go of my braid, and you will be killed and not humiliated!"
Miao Zhen handed the teacup in front of his eyes, and Shengshan sneered, "Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. It's just braids. It doesn't matter if you touch them."
As he spoke, he raised a finger, touched the teacup with his fingertip, and quietly pushed it out.
Miao Zhen was not sure whether this person was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
Among the killers he met, Shengshan was the most interesting one. The child looked small and stupid, but he didn't mind playing with him for a while.
If Shengshan could tell him who the organization behind it was, Miao Zhen would be happier.
When Sheng Shan pushed the tea cup to a safe area, Miao Zhen said softly: "Donor Sheng hasn't given up on assassinating the young monk?"
Shengshan had a straight face, and he did look like a ruthless killer.
He played with knives and stabbed the dagger heavily into the table. He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.
The teahouse owner who was watching the excitement let out a distressed sound. Shengshan looked down and found that he had made a hole in the table.
Miao Zhen saw his handsome face blushing again. He maintained the aura of a cold killer and randomly took out the money and threw it to the boss.
Looking at his hands with nowhere to rest, Miao Zhen fell into deep thought again.
This person...should not be pretending to be stupid.
He tried to ask again, but Shengshan pursed his lips tightly and refused to reveal the organization behind it.
Seeing that no clues could be found, Miao Zhen confiscated the poison from Shengshan, chatted with him for a few words and left.
There was a kind-faced little monk just now, and the boss and the waiters dared to stick their heads in to watch the fun.
Now that the monk is gone, only a ferocious charlatan is left. The boss immediately and quietly exits.
When he was the only one left on the second floor of the teahouse, the blush on Shengshan's face gradually faded.
He played with the tea cup that Miao Zhen put back and looked out the window. The little beggar who had eaten Miao Zhen's meat buns before was hiding in an alley not far away.
Shengshan threw the teacup out of the window, and a few minutes later, a figure flew into the teahouse quietly. The man in gray cloth threw the little beggar in his hand to Shengshan's feet, saluted respectfully and said, "I have met the sect master."
The identity assigned to System Shengshan was the leader of the Demon Sect. After the death of the leader of the Xuanming Sect and the Zuo Protector, he became number one in the world.
According to the setting, even the abbot of Shaolin is no match for him. Because he has practiced magic skills, he looks much younger than his actual age.
In Miao Zhen's eyes, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy who entered the world for the first time.
In fact, he is already twenty-eight years old and has a fierce reputation in the world.
Although the system is not very kind to him, this status is good for him.
Shengshan clapped his hands, and another subordinate flew in from outside. He knelt down and shouted respectfully, "See the sect master!"
Shengshan sneered, cool!
He likes it, keep calling him, don't stop.
He wasn't quite sure how many subordinates were hiding around him, so he clapped his hands a few times, and when he noticed that no newcomers came in, he nodded.
Five martial arts masters knelt respectfully in front of them, although these five people together may not be the opponent of the mission target, Monk Miaozhen. But there's strength in numbers, and it's very comfortable to watch.
In the eyes of the people of the Demon Sect, the sect leader killed cruelly.
The system that was busy managing the host discovered that Shengshan had lost his character and immediately gave him an electric shock.
Shengshan was stunned by the electric shock, and he grunted in pain. Before his subordinates noticed, he stepped on the little beggar's face and said, "Who asked you to follow that monk?"
The little beggar was trembling and dared not make a sound.
Shengshan's heart ached terribly, and he secretly took a few breaths before he recovered.
He looked askance at the little beggar, there was something wrong with this man.
When the little beggar bumped into Miao Zhen on the street, his hand went towards the little monk's buttocks. Shengshan could see clearly from upstairs.
The monk was afraid of hurting the little beggar, so he ducked aside for a moment. He accidentally dodged the little beggar's hand and finally asked the little beggar to wipe his waist.
The purses are always placed on the waist or in the arms. Even if the little beggar wants to steal money, there is no reason to touch people's buttocks.
Shengshan held his chin up and asked his men to search him.
A lot of things were found on the little beggar. In addition to the poison, there were also strong aphrodisiacs.
Shengshan opened the aphrodisiac and smelled it, almost not reacting in front of his subordinates.
He hissed, the medicine was strong enough. The young monk seemed to be unprepared for the beggar. If he was given this drug, he would probably break the precepts within a short time.
Shengshan didn't leave after the system was powered on, and he was ready to give him another one at any time.
Seeing the aphrodisiac, it suggested: "Your martial arts skills are better than Monk Miaozhen, he can't survive ten rounds under your hands." I got inspiration after seeing the medicine. The monk seems to be unable to break the sexual precepts. You go and rape him and drive him crazy. 】
Shengshan hissed, "No."
[Intoxication and adultery are also possible, just use this medicine. I've done a test, and he doesn't have enough internal strength to force it out. 】
'Are you serious? Let me charm and rape others. Are you infected with a virus? '
Before he finished speaking, the system shocked him a few more times.
'Just kidding, why are you so impatient? It's just an aphrodisiac. Isn't it okay for me to use it? '
While Shengshan was communicating with the system, his men also asked for information from the little beggar.
The little beggar and the flower picker were in a group. There were four of them, and they drugged and committed the crime together. Beggars are not easy to attract attention. Whether they are ordinary people or people in the world, they have been tricked by them.
Shengshan casually dealt with the little beggar and let his men kill all the people in the group.
His mission is to destroy Miao Zhen. If the monk is accidentally succeeded by them, then his mission will fail.
He put away the confiscated aphrodisiacs, pondered for a while, and put one bottle into his arms.
Thinking of Miao Zhen's keen observation, Shengshan thought for a moment and said: "You don't have to follow me all the time. If anything happens, I will send you a message."
............
Miao Zhen walked around for a day, but found nothing.
He vaguely noticed that there were several martial arts masters hiding in the town, but he didn't know which force they belonged to. Maybe some big shot came to the town privately, maybe the young master of some sect, or a court official.
This kind of situation is very common when traveling around the world, so Miao Zhen didn't bother him hastily, so as not to cause trouble.
He had thought about whether it might be related to Shengshan, but Shengshan didn't seem to know about it.
When night fell, Miao Zhen ordered hot water again and soaked comfortably for a while.
He was thinking about whether to sprinkle more petals into the water when he suddenly heard the sound of rustling running from the roof.
The water reflected the scene of the roof, and someone lifted a tile above his head.
Miao Zhen raised his head and saw a bamboo tube tremblingly stretched out. The bamboo tube was three fingers thick and got stuck between two tiles, making a creaking sound.
The person on the roof realized this, and the bamboo tube paused for a moment.
Maybe because he thought Miao Zhen didn't notice, he started to lift the tiles next to him again.
Dust fell loudly, landing on Miao Zhen's head.
He squinted his eyes and wiped his head. He originally thought that the flower picker was coming and was about to go up and beat him down.
But now looking at the operation process, Miao Zhen realized that the person outside should be Shengshan.
The bamboo tube finally adjusted its angle. Under Miao Zhen's gaze, a stream of white powder spurted out from inside.
One lump after another, without any treatment.
Miao Zhen:?
Why, is this person trying to choke him to death with white powder?
Although he didn't know what it was, he subconsciously held his breath.
But despite this, there was still an uncontrollable surge of heat in his body.
He looked shocked, picked out the barrel and put his clothes on himself.
The aphrodisiac spread in the room, and Miao Zhen's legs became uncontrollably weak.
He was about to open the window for ventilation when someone suddenly opened the window. Shengshan rushed in with his little dagger and said with a fierce look: "Monk, you have been poisoned by my medicine, and today is the day you die!"
As he spoke, he took a big sip of the medicine. Then in front of Miao Zhen, he knelt on the ground with a plop.
Miao Zhen:......
well.
He sat down on the edge of the barrel and looked at Shengshan, whose legs were also weak.
Shengshan's face turned red and he tried to stand up over and over again, but in the end he was unable to sit down.
The medicine was very strong, and Miao Zhen couldn't bear it. Shengshan's internal strength was not as strong as his, so his reaction was greater than his.
Miao Zhen didn't expect that in just one afternoon, Shengshan would do more tricks.
He was not busy questioning Shengshan, and the window happened to be opened at this time. He sat down cross-legged and tried to force the medicine out with his internal strength.
Fortunately, Shengshan didn't know how to use aphrodisiacs and used the original ones, but the effect was much worse.
When Miao Zhen forced the medicine out, Shengshan was still trying to suppress his impulse.
Miao Zhen walked over and squatted in front of him.
Maybe it was because he pulled his pigtails in the afternoon, so this time Shengshan had her hair tied up.
Miao Zhen touched the ball on top of his head and said pitifully: "The young hero is so righteous and upright that he is not suitable to be an assassin. Do you still have the medicine? Where did it come from? Don't touch anything you are unfamiliar with in the future. Fortunately, your goal today is He is a young monk, if he encounters a bad person..."
Before he finished speaking, Shengshan suddenly hugged his arm and begged: "Help me."
Miao Zhen was stunned. He touched Shengshan and found that the man's whole body was very hot.
In Shengshan's mind, the system hesitated and said: [Do you want him to volunteer himself? There is no need. Even if he devotes himself to it, his heart will not be shaken. 】
Shengshan said, "What are you talking about?" '
【What are you doing? 】
'Don't you want me to use aphrodisiacs? I'm just completing your mission. '
He's stupid, he's pretending.
Because from previous interactions, Shengshan found that Miao Zhen was very tolerant of the weak.
He shrank into Miao Zhen's arms, hugged the monk's lean waist, and said to the system: "Tong'er, are you satisfied with what you see?" If you have any questions in the future, you can discuss it with me. Don't call people easily. '
The system looked at him indifferently and gave him a hard slap, "You are the only one who talks a lot. Sure enough, even idiots talk a lot." 】
Miao Zhen was about to help him detoxify when he noticed that the man huddled in his arms was trembling.
He picked up Shengshan. The man gritted his teeth and trembled while staring at him fiercely.
It's both pitiful and fun.
It was a rare species that could not be seen in Shaolin Temple. Miao Zhen found it interesting.
While talking to the system, Shengshan checked Miao Zhen's favorability level.
From 50 to 55, the little monk is really easy to cheat.
He was going to pretend for a while and handle it himself. The monk is good-looking, but it doesn't break him.
Shengshan was still thinking when he suddenly heard the monk's gentle voice in his ear, "Is it difficult?"
He hummed, and the monk added: "Then let the young monk help the young hero detoxify."
Shengshan:?
Help him? Is it the gang he thinks of?
Before Shengshan could answer, Miao Zhen helped him up and put him on the bed.
He pulled the quilt tighter, "I don't like men."
Miao Zhen looked at him with a loving look, "It's okay, the monk doesn't like it either."
Shengshan didn't understand why Miao Zhen looked at him like this. The monk was not a serious monk.
Something's not right, he seems to be overplaying his game.