"Female donor, are you hiding something from this poor monk?"

Huikong asked very seriously.

"No...no."

Song Rouer shook her head with some guilt.

"Female donor, you have also seen the situation of my Shaolin Temple these days. If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid my Shaolin Temple will be implicated by you."

Huikong said sternly.

Song Rouer's eyes had already filled with tears.

"me......"

"Actually... I am actually born with a body of disaster."

As soon as these words came out, Huikong was startled for a moment.

Then he was shocked and turned pale.

He jumped up suddenly and almost jumped to the roof.

"Go quickly! Leave the Shaolin Temple quickly!"

Huikong, who had always been calm and peaceful, was like a mouse seeing a cat, eager to drive Song Rou'er away.

Song Rouer knelt on the ground and burst into tears: "Master, I have nowhere to go!"

Huikong also wanted to kneel down for her.

My aunt, you are a body of disaster that can kill people.

Even if my Shaolin Temple is blessed by the Buddha, it cannot withstand the disasters caused by your body of disaster.

The body of misfortune is a special physique with great terror according to ancient legends.

People with this constitution will encounter disasters one after another wherever they go. People close to them will not die well, and people related to them will also die one after another.

To put it bluntly, he is a natural disaster star.
Chapter completed!