Chapter 144 I Grow Old with the Holy Monk (28)
Sang Tian had nothing to take away, so she only took a string of Buddhist beads that Guan Yi had placed on the bedside.
That was what Guanyi always wore on his wrist. Because he had to go up the mountain to collect herbs these days, Guanyi kept it at the head of the bed.
Sang Tian falls asleep every night smelling the sandalwood scent of this string of Buddhist beads. If she were to leave now without this string of Buddhist beads, Sang Tian probably wouldn't be able to sleep well.
Mei Yao stood in the yard and watched Sang Tian leave the yard.
As soon as Sang Tian left, she turned around and looked like Sang Tian, imitating her and sitting in the yard reading scriptures.
Guan Yi came back the next morning, all wet.
Seeing the washed clothes in the yard, Guan Yi finally smiled on his pale face.
He pushed the door open and saw the smile on "Sang Tian"'s face slowly fading as she sat by the bed folding clothes.
With cold eyes, he stared at the person sitting beside the bed and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you here? Where is the princess?"
Mei Yao didn't expect that Guan Yi recognized her at a glance. She curled the corners of her lips and returned to her original appearance.
"I'll ask you one last time where she went!"
This time, Guan Yi's tone was even more chilling than before. Mei Yao put away the smile on her face, turned her head to look at Guan Yi, and spoke with grievance, "I don't know."
As soon as Mei Yao finished her words, an invisible strong pressure instantly came towards her, leaving her no time to escape. The powerful internal force knocked Mei Yao to the ground.
Mei Yao spat out a mouthful of dirty blood and looked at him in disbelief, as if she was unwilling to believe that he would really hurt her.
Guan Yi walked to Mei Yao with an expressionless face and squatted down. He pinched her chin with his slender fingers and forced her to look up at him.
"Don't think I don't know that you are the one who caused the plague in this village. The thing you cooked with the black demon's skull in the mountain is still soaking in the spring. You killed people wantonly in the world to increase your magic power, and then returned to Longming Temple as if nothing had happened to tell me what you saw and heard. It's so ridiculous when I think about it now."
Guan Yi loosened his fingers that were pinching Mei Yao's chin as if throwing away garbage. He stood up, pulled out the dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed it hard into Mei Yao's back, digging out the demon pill alive.
Mei Yao's painful wail echoed through the air.
With blood in her eyes, she looked at Guan Yi, whose hands were stained with blood, with hatred in her eyes, "Guan Yi, your hands are stained with blood now. You will never be able to return to that high and mighty position!"
Guan Yi sneered, "Nothing in this world is half as good as her. How dare you pretend to be her!"
Mei Yao was shouting hysterically at Guan Yi like a madman, lying on the ground like a bloodthirsty demon, looking very creepy.
"Guan Yi, you will never find her in your life. I have already killed her! I threw her into a pile of monsters and she was eaten till there was not a single scrap left!"
Mei Yao continued to stimulate Guan Yi, but without the demon pill, she was extremely fragile and vulnerable.
Guan Yi picked up the handkerchief on the table, wiped his hands clean and threw it on Mei Yao. Mei Yao was close to death at this time and her pupils began to dilate.
Guan Yi looked at her coldly and turned away.
Guan Yi stood in the yard, closed his eyes and smelled the faint fragrance of Sang Tian in the air.
When he left the day before, he noticed something was wrong in the mountain. When he went up, he found black skulls soaking in the spring that the village often used. This was the source of the plague.
The smell around was Mei Yao's unique fragrance.
After he dealt with the water problem, he rushed back early in the morning wanting to see the person he was thinking about, but he was greeted by someone else.
If he had noticed it earlier before he left, this would not have happened.