I overturned the car after being scumbag

The next morning.

The world is changing too fast.

Jiang Yuanhan met the smiling old monk in front of him, stared at each other for half a cup of tea, and then slowly smoothed out the words of the other party, and said inconceivably, "The Zen master really... has left ?”

The old monk Mingwu sat on the seat, took a sip of the tea that was tasteless and tasteless, and said in a slow and kind voice, "How can you say that? Wangsheng is obviously because he can't practice well, so he went to practice Zen to experience enlightenment."

"Didn't he say that I was his responsibility?" Jiang Yuanhan asked, "I didn't even have a reason, so I left? I——I was a bit too much, but he must make it clear to me and give me a chance to change ah."

There were deviations in the information and cognition of the two of them. Jiang Yuanhan switched himself over and looked at these recent events with the eyes of a Zen master. He finally realized what kind of problem the other party was facing—he said anxiously. I thought, no, I'm going to dump me, I didn't mean to look so careless.

The old monk Mingwu glanced at the little fox, and said: "Why is it too much, tell me?"

Jiang Yuanhan's red ears drooped, and he said in a low voice: "How can I tell you, you monks can't listen to this."

"Hey, you know that this old monk is a monk, why didn't you treat Wang Sheng as a monk?"

The old monk was like a mirror in his heart, turning the beads in his hand while saying: "You little fox, you are pestering him and hooking him, but this young man is so young that he really fell into your trap. "

Jiang Yuanhan was poked between the eyebrows by the old monk, and silently raised his hand to cover his forehead.

"What happened last night?" The other party asked knowingly, "The evil energy leaked out, forcing Wang Sheng to use the bracelet bestowed by the Bodhisattva. I'm afraid even Bodhisattva Huijian knew that he was in trouble."

Jiang Yuanhan is really embarrassed to say that he has already reflected on it a long time ago. What he did yesterday was really wrong. If the folks in the devil world know about it, they can poke their spines and point fingers.He thought for a while, and used a more euphemistic way: "I... want to sleep with him."

The old monk was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hands to pinch the little fox's soft cheeks and ravaged it for a long time, and said in a rebuke, "Being reckless."

Jiang Yuanhan has always been reckless, indulgent and self-willed, he has long been used to being criticized by others, and he let the old monk pinch his face with a bitter face.

But the little fox's skin is too thin, and it turns red when rubbed, as if he has been bullied.He thought for a long time dejectedly, and then asked: "The Zen master won't ignore me from now on, will he?"

"With Wangsheng's character, no way." Ming Wu said, "Even if he dies inside, he will crawl out to see you."

Jiang Yuanhan: "...don't say such unlucky things."

The old monk corrected his apology with a good attitude, rubbed the little fox's hair, and discussed: "Just for the sake of forgetting life, I have to treat you as safe and honest, as long as you have no evil thoughts, Bodhi The Holy Realm doesn't lock you, you can leave anytime...but Chong and Jian can't."

Jiang Yuanhan looked at the gray-white long sword that had been silent since early this morning: "Master, what do you say - the evil spirit of the Chong and the sword has anything to do with the soul of the sword?"

"Naturally, this resentment is born from the sword soul, and can also be controlled by the sword soul, but the evil itself is separate from the soul in the sword. If it is reversed, the resentment can also control the sword soul... That is, Immortal Lord Chongyi."

Jiang Yuanhan froze for a moment, he reflected on his recklessness and lack of measure last night again, and said lazily: "It seems to be my fault again."

The old monk did not speak.

"I won't leave, I still have to wait for the Zen master to come out." Jiang Yuanhan jumped off the bed to hold the Chong and the sword, his fingers touched the cold hilt, and the sword soul that was usually entangled and turned around did not move .

Jiang Yuanhan was stunned, rubbed his fingertips against the hilt of the sword for a while, and after a brief touch, he realized that a hand was holding him back.

Brother's hand seems to be too cold, I don't know why.

Just when Jiang Yuanhan was in a daze, the old monk Mingwu who was on the side had been observing for a long time, and he said softly: "It seems that you really have an unusual relationship."

"Immortal Chongyi is my Taoist companion, I have already said it." Jiang Yuanhan sighed, "It's just that my Taoist companion...has a little strange interest, which makes it very difficult for me to find him every time. "

"every time?"

Jiang Yuanhan glanced at the other party, and said nonsense without changing his face: "Yes, he will entangle me for life and death, and he will never let go no matter how much he hurts or hates."

Although there are not many entanglements in the past and the present, it is not completely unheard of.The old monk nodded, and suddenly said: "A way of falling like Immortal Chongyi's is not a good end. Maybe the endless resentment and evil spirit entangled in him and externalized in the sword came from this A little...unwillingness to fall."

Jiang Yuanhan raised his hand and gently stroked the gray-white long sword: "I'm not reconciled..."

He couldn't figure it out, so he whispered to Chong and Jian: "...you don't care about me anymore."

The senior brother didn’t move, so he had no choice but to put Chong and the sword into the sheath—the scabbard was provided by Master Mingwu, and it contained a purification circle to dispel evil spirits. It was the scabbard that the abbot and the others had prepared for a long time. It's done, so let Ming Wu take it.

The old monk said: "The old monk is usually in the courtyard next to me. If you have anything to do, you can come to me, but don't run too far... let alone go to Wangsheng."

Although the little fox was reluctant, he nodded.

When Ming Wu left, the meditation room returned to silence, the wick that was lit last night had been extinguished, and the candle tears flowed and gathered into a shallow pool, and then solidified into soft wax.

Jiang Yuanhan was sitting by the window holding the Chonghe sword in the scabbard, and the "Heart Training Sutra" that only reached the second page was still on the table.He continued to read two lines absent-mindedly, tapping his knuckles on the Chong and the sword intermittently, making a light and heavy sound.

A cold hand caressed the back of his hand.

Jiang Yuanhan raised his eyes and looked at his hands. Although he couldn't see the opponent's body, he was very sensitive to these tactile sensations.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

The senior brother didn't speak, but hugged him.

Li Ningyuan's soul seemed to be affected by something, and the entangled resentment and evil spirit entangled in his body became deeper and deeper, and even the body that the sword soul touched was cold.

"...It's so cold." Jiang Yuanhan obediently hugged his senior brother back, and he patted his brother on the back comfortingly, "Why is it so cold?"

Li Ningyuan's voice was slightly hoarse: "I can't control myself..."

Jiang Yuanhan froze for a moment: "Is the evil energy on the Chonghe sword harmful to your soul?"

"Maybe." The other party was not entirely sure.

Both of them thought of yesterday's scene at the same time, and they were both a little bit embarrassed.Jiang Yuanhan felt that the other party's loss of control must have something to do with him, and when he put himself into the perspective of his senior brother and remembered that scene, even a living Bodhisattva would die of anger.

"...I'm sorry." The little fox apologized earnestly, "I will definitely consider your feelings in the future."

Obviously it's the incarnation of a person, but you still have to worry about not treating one person more favorably than another, and it's too difficult to fall in love. It's almost like forcing someone to become a master of Duan Shui.

Li Ningyuan didn't say a word.

"...Still unhappy?" Jiang Yuanhan held his hand, brought the other's hand over and rubbed it on his cheek, "It's all my fault, I will definitely change it."

Generally, those who say this will not change.

Li Ningyuan glanced at him lightly, and that cold breath suddenly approached the little fox.

Jiang Yuanhan suddenly noticed the lingering breath of coldness approaching. He leaned on the seat, and the air he breathed into his lungs seemed to be cold. Then, the voice of his senior brother rang out from the edge of his ear.

"That old monk is right." Li Ningyuan's voice was hoarse, "I was supposed to become a famous sword for a generation, but because of unwillingness and resentment, I bound the famous sword that is rare in a thousand years and turned it into an evil thing."

The other party's cold hand slowly cupped Jiang Yuanhan's cheek.

"It's not just because of not having a good death. It's also because—" he said in a low voice, "Even if there is an agreement first, I still worry about gains and losses."

He was not the one who was favored from the very beginning, but even poured his emotions under the shadow of another identity name.

"I'm afraid that meeting you is lying to me. You say you like me, but it's also a lie." Li Ningyuan's sense of trust in him is seriously lacking. "It's for my own way to draw a line with the Penglai upper court. Sleeping in the sword is for my own sake. you."

Jiang Yuanhan was kissed lightly by him, the temperature on his lips was also icy cold, the contact was very short.

The more you worry about gains and losses and feel insecure, the more you want to hug tightly, to hold the disappearing gravel in your hands, and the foam dissipating at the bottom of the water.

Li Ningyuan's sense of security is really too bad, that's why she can lose control when she is covered by cloth strips.But he also understands Wang Sheng's identity. As a sword soul, he has already died once, so he can feel the connection between incarnations more clearly.

Jiang Yuanhan leaned over and kissed back, and slowly felt the reason why the other party was not reconciled—the shadow of Yu Xiaoshen was too strong, even if he understood his identity, this illusion of not being taken seriously was still deeply rooted in him. engraved in my brother's mind.

"Everything I tell you is sincere." Jiang Yuanhan felt guilty for his bad character for the first time, "Senior brother..."

He wanted to persuade the other party not to be sad, but it sounded very selfish to say so.

Li Ningyuan didn't respond anymore, his spirit slowly escaped into the sword, he rubbed Jiang Yuanhan's hand reluctantly for a few times, then turned into nothingness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Whether it is the soft sword scabbard circle of Buddha's light, or the Bodhi lotus seed, the purification of hedging and sword evil will undoubtedly intensify the suppression of the sword soul.But Li Ningyuan didn't tell Xiaohan this. He knew that it was a mistake that he stayed until now. From the moment his body was annihilated, he should have returned to his real body.

But this aura of incarnation refused to miss the appointment, and he had to meet again before giving up, so there was this amazing King of Swords.

Li Ningyuan stayed here, and every moment of seeing each other again was forced.He is aware of his unwillingness, but he is also trying to dissolve himself and understand himself. If this unwillingness completely dissipates, he will give up his obsession and return to his body.

Dissipating and leaving is a result that cannot be chosen. Whether he is active or passively purified by the Buddha's light, the final result is the same.

It's just that there are lovers in the world, and there will always be three-point idiots.

"Wait for him to come out, you go find him."

Li Ningyuan's voice was deep and hoarse, lingering in his ears, but when the other party's voice fell, the breath also dispersed, as if he had really fallen asleep in the sword.

Jiang Yuanhan was inexplicably sad in his heart, he stretched out his hand to caress the scabbard, and said in a low voice: "Brother... I don't think you are unimportant."

The scabbard is cold.

"You are very important." He said the second half of the sentence in his heart, "I don't just like the word gentle, but I like you. No matter what you look like, I won't feel bad."

The wax tears are cool, and the breeze blows the corners of the desk and book pages, and gently scrapes across the fingers.

Void Realm.

Amidst the extreme black and white ash, the turbid spherical object is constantly turning, and fine cracks are cracked on the top.

A snow eagle stood on the Bodhisattva's thin shoulders. He stood on one foot as if he was asleep. After a long while, he suddenly heard a soft sound like glass breaking, then raised his head in confusion, and pecked at the sword of wisdom. The light gold thread on the collar of the Bodhisattva's shirt.

Mingjing reached out and tapped Xue Ying's head: "Don't make trouble."

Xue Ying raised his head and rubbed his fingers, and said: "The fate of that child has changed."

"The poor monk knows."

Seeing that he heard it, Xue Ying stopped talking about it, but whispered to the other party: "I'm hungry."

Mingjing ignored him, but stared at the Buddha's light holding the ball in front of him.Xue Ying at the side tilted his head and found that the other party did not refuse, so he boldly put his head into the other party's skirt and rubbed it, then turned around and pecked at the other party's free hand.

The sharp beak seemed to have easily pecked through the half-step golden fairy's fingertips, and a little reddish gold mixed with blood flowed out.

No one cared about the eagle, and Huijian Bodhisattva didn't seem to care. The Buddha in front of him held the ball in front of his eyes and turned it slowly, and said slowly: "Buddha's heart has moved, it seems that his real body will be able to recover soon." It's coming."

Mingjing raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Zheliu opposite.

The other party was dressed in light-colored thin clothes, with loose and soft plush covering his shoulders, his eyes were drooping, and his white hair was like frost.

"Follow him." Jiang Zheliu said calmly, "Xiaohan is favored by the heavens, and my seal on him has shown signs of being lifted. If he hadn't been eager to meet, cross the world, and disturb the stars, there would be no catastrophe Lots of twists and turns."

He paused slightly, "The bumpy road to love is a common thing in the world."

The second half of the sentence did not come out.

Mingjing knows that the senior understands that the ups and downs in love are definitely not the fault of one person, but because of the personalities of two people. They are attracted to each other and obsessed with each other, but they need a long-term running-in. in the end.

The mountains are poor and the rivers are restored, and there are also willows and flowers.

Mingjing said: "It is also a good thing that the Taishi Taoist ancestor can come. The edge of the world connected to the giant gate of Xuantong is about to merge with our own world, and the cracks spread to the weak secret realm. It’s just treating the symptoms, not the root cause.”

In fact, there is also a solution to the root cause, which is to give up the six realms.Jiang Zheliu and Wen Renye, the lord of the demon world, are both Golden Immortals who have attained the Dao, so it's not impossible to recreate it, but, firstly, that time has not come, and secondly, neither of them are heartless people.

"I hope he can help." After Huijian Bodhisattva finished speaking, he glanced thoughtfully beyond the black and white giant gate in the void world. Before he could speak again, the faint aura in Jiang Zheliu's hand took over Bright and pure holy Buddha light.

"Go if you want." Jiang Zheliu said, "Although he is the incarnation of Dao Patriarch, he is also your disciple."