please don't wear it

Cemetery outside the city.

The new sun without lights and moonlight was pure black, and the cold wind blew across the forest, blowing the rustling that could not be seen.

At a few o'clock, there were two people walking on the bumpy path.

"Can you light up the fire again?" Yi Lian breathed into his hands, the place where the fire could not shine, the darkness deep in the woods made him feel hairy from head to toe.

In the modern world, there are street lamps and car lights, and no matter how bad it is, there are mobile phone flashlights. It has been a long time since he has walked such a dark night road.

Ren Wudao moved his finger, and the blue phantom fire jumped up suddenly, the size remained the same, but the brightness increased a lot, which was comparable to a car headlight.

Yi Lianzhen: "...more highlights?"

There are graveyards all around.

Ren Wudao took another look at Yi Lianzhen: "You are so afraid of the dark."

As he said that, he adjusted the brightness of the flame again, this time he increased the intensity, and a small area around him was as bright as day.

"That's fine," Yi Lian was really satisfied, "It's not that I'm afraid of the dark—you don't know how bright my world is at night, I can't even see the stars, and the clouds can be turned red by the light below."

"Are there many lights?" Ren Wudao asked.

"There are so many, every house is bright." Yi Lianzhen said while looking around, completely seeing the appearance of this cemetery.

There was a not-so-big open space among the trees, and the graves inside were scattered and irregular, with a few crooked tombstones standing occasionally.

Yi Lian really approached Ren Wudao subconsciously, and she couldn't explain why she followed him to such a place.

On the one hand, that sentence was indeed said by him himself. As a teacher, he must always be responsible for the students, and he has to jump into the pit he dug himself.

On the other hand, it is really unusual for Shuilinxi to be buried here.

Monks don't need tombs.

At least there is no need for such a tomb.

In the book "Deep in the Night", most of the monks who fell naturally disappeared without leaving traces between heaven and earth, and a small number of monks were reincarnated, seized their homes, or were dismissed.

The monks who were killed were often buried in designated places by sects or forces to prevent possible corpse changes and other situations.

Most of the people who would choose a cemetery outside the city were mortals living in the city, or unclaimed corpses.

A powerful leader like Shui Linxi should not have been hastily buried here on the first day of his death anyway.

Ren Wudao followed the path in the cemetery, inspecting the surrounding traces, and described to Yi Lianzhen: "In the main hall of the Shuiwu Society, a group of disciples are praying and worshiping for Shui Linxi, but the one in the center of the hall is made of clear water. A false body. I arrested a few disciples to ask, and they insisted that this was the body left behind by Shui Linxi after his death."

Speaking of this, he twitched the corner of his mouth and commented: "Nonsense."

"Did they turn the dead into clear water?" Yi Lianzhen asked, "Shuiwuhui is a sect, and those people are actually more like believers than disciples. They respect Shuilinxi as the only goddess and think that she is the incarnation of water ..."

The depth of faith even helped Shui Linxi successfully condense a sub-godhead.

"Perhaps in the eyes of these believers," Yi Lian really bit his lower lip, hesitatingly said, "Maybe Shui Linxi's death and turning into clear water are more acceptable than ordinary corpses?"

"Believers are ignorant," Ren Wudao said, "some people are very smart, and know to use clean water instead of Shuilinxi..."

His words are meaningful, Yi Lian really just wanted to ask the meaning, Ren Wudao has already found the place.

The most corner of the grave was covered with new soil, which was darker than other places due to humidity.

Yi Lian took two steps back.

Ren Wudao just stood there, and the ground turned up as if consciously, and in just a few seconds, a thin coffin underneath was exposed.

As if he hadn't expected this scene, Ren Wudao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then lifted the coffin out with soil: "Shuiwuhui is not bad at Shuilinxi."

"What do you mean?" Fear couldn't beat curiosity, Yi Lian really moved to the front to watch Ren Wudao open the coffin.

Then he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"I found out the whereabouts of Shui Linxi after I finally found the new coach of Shui Wuhui." Ren Wudao looked at the woman in the coffin and commented, "Although the coffin was prepared, the burial was really rushed."

There were no funerary goods in the coffin, only a woman laying there. She was very young, with a beautiful face, and extremely fair skin, as if she could be broken by a bomb.

She lay there, as if sleeping peacefully—if one ignored the streaks of blood, the gore and the rough stitches on her body.

Having experienced the first world, Yi Lian really thinks that she has a much higher level of acceptance of these things, but she is still speechless at this moment.

Just looking at it is a little uncomfortable.

After a while, he looked away and said with complicated emotions: "She was cut into dozens of pieces by Shi Yexin..."

With such a sharp ray of light, people are afraid that they will disperse immediately.

Shi Yexin didn't hold back, it was cruel enough.

"The people from the Shuiwu Society put her together and sewed her up," Ren Wudao said calmly, "but the sewing was done in a hurry, otherwise it would have been possible to leave no trace."

Instead of being like now, the thick twine is connected to loose flesh and blood, and new blood stains flow out of the place where it passes.

Ren Wudao bent down to collect a little coagulated blood, burned it with phantom fire, extracted the light red ashes, and fed it to the buds growing on Bulufeng.

Yi Lian really looked at Shui Linxi seriously.

In the novel, Shuiwuhui is a cult/religion, but Shuilinxi is actually a bad person.

In order to condense the divine phoenix, she spread all kinds of heresies and rumors, and used various means to control the thoughts of believers, and countless people died under her command.

In the book, after Shi Yexin killed her, Yi Lianzhen once applauded with other readers.

But now, when this blood-stained woman who had been roughly stitched was lying in front of him, he felt only uncomfortable.

It's not that she shouldn't die, but that her appearance is really uncomfortable, and he never thought that after Shui Linxi died, he would be reduced to nothing but a suit of clothes and a thin coffin because of the Shui Wu he founded.

Do bad guys deserve mercy?

Yi Lian really doesn't know.

It's just that these are too profound.

He likes novels very much, but when the content in the book really becomes reality, it is not just as "cool" or "interesting" as before, it is more vivid and complex.

As a book traveler, he is always the one who stays out of the matter, but he is still touched.

"Who could have buried Shui Linxi here?" Yi Lianzhen asked, "She should be enshrined in the main hall of the Shuiwu Society now..."

"Shuiwuhui's own people," Ren Wudao finished the task at hand, and said simply, "Shuilinxi is dead, and Shuiwuhui needs a change of power. The body formed by Qingshui is more symbolic, and it can be used if necessary. 'Divinity' bestowed upon others."

Yi Lianzhen: "So that person condensed a fake body, and secretly buried Shui Linxi?"

"Almost," Ren Wudao withdrew Bu Lufeng, "Fortunately, he still has a little respect for his former leader and didn't set her on fire, otherwise we would be in a lot of trouble."

He nodded to Yi Lianzhen: "Now I can sense the position of the sub-godhead, and Shi Yexin has already left the city. We shouldn't chase too closely, we can just follow him far away when we set off tomorrow."

Yi Lian hummed, but Ren Wudao didn't close the coffin immediately, but controlled several wooden chains to pull Shui Linxi out of it.

"...?" Yi Lian was stunned, "What are you doing?"

Ren Wudao was silent for a moment: "The person who buried her put her upside down."

Yi Lianzhen: "...?"

He didn't understand.

"The head and feet were put upside down," Ren Wudao explained, and he adjusted Shui Linxi and put them back into the coffin. "Those people were too hasty in the coffin, and almost didn't do anything."

After sealing the coffin, he added restrictions to prevent corpse changes and abnormal movements, and then he was relieved and went back with Yi Lianzhen.

There is no need to follow Shi Yexin closely, they have plenty of time.The next day, Ren Wudao even had time to find the owner and return the rented house.

Yi Lian really relied on himself to be able to live without sleeping. He dug graves with Ren Wudao in the first half of the night, and played cards with Ren Wudao in the second half of the night. At this time, he finally got a little sleepy from the backlash, and covered his mouth behind him and yawned.

According to his experience after crossing, he will have to sleep for another two hours before recovering.

Staying up all night is cool, staying up all the time is always cool.

Anyway, Ren Wudao has a boat and cart that can fly in the sky, he doesn't have to walk by himself at all, and he can catch up on sleep on it.

But the boats and cars are too conspicuous, and you have to go out by yourself on this part of the road in the city.

Ren Wudao put his two fingers on the hilt of the sword that did not reveal the front and felt it: "Shi Yexin is a hundred miles away to the southeast, and the speed is not fast."

"Is it this far already?" Yi Lian asked really.

According to Ren Wudao's speed, it is not difficult to catch up with Baili, but this distance is beyond the detection range of Yan Luo's ear.

In other words, Ye Xin couldn't hear what they were talking about right now.

"He should know that we will follow behind, why is he so relieved?" Because of sleepiness, Yi Lian's mind turned a little slower than usual, but he could still see the strangeness, "Shouldn't you get closer to us and eavesdrop on us?" plan, so that we can be prepared.”

Ren Wudao was noncommittal: "It may be that we want to stimulate the godhead as soon as possible, or we may think that we will intentionally mislead him through words, or we may simply think that the farther away from us, the safer."

Yi Lian really shook her head, but she still felt wrong: "Shi Yexin has so many things on his mind, it doesn't seem like he can do these things..."

"Maybe it's intentional to mislead us." Ren Wudao walked along the road and dragged Yi Lian back. The latter almost bumped into a group of silent parade because of distraction.

"Thank you." Yi Lian thanked casually, raised his eyes and said in surprise, "... who is this team?"

The long parade stretched for half the street, and the silent monks in blue walked forward solemnly.

In the center of the team floated a high circular seat, above which the water was blue, and a transparent female body was surrounded by flowers.

Standing on the side of the street, passing monks in front of him, Yi Lianzhen pulled the hem of Ren Wudao's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Shui Wuhui?"

"Well," Ren Wudao responded, "This is their attire."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and dragged a person out of the line.

Yi Lian really choked up for a moment, just about to say that Ren Wudao was really bold, when he realized that the world had quietly changed.

He was no longer on the out-of-city street where he was parading just now, he was stepping on the smooth ground with invisible edges, and only Ren Wudao and the monks of the Shuiwu Society who were pulled out were beside him.

This is in the palm of the hand.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo woo I finally, finished writing!

too difficult!