Master, do you want an appointment? [Cultivation]

Chapter [-] Unspeakable ([-])

Yin Li followed Nianxu's Linghui halfway, when a blue monk's robe suddenly appeared by the side of the path in the mountain forest.

Yin Li didn't stop for a moment, he flicked the long whip, and the whip was scattered.Next, Lu Yinli fully understood what it meant to be a three-step monk and five-step one bald head, and there were dead bald donkeys all over the mountains and plains.

Yin Li took a deep breath, the more he walked, the more he fought and killed, the more he felt heavy in his heart, the more he couldn't move his steps and let go of his hands.

It's all fake, he's soft-hearted.

But the feet seemed to be filled with lead, and something was condensed and stuffed into his empty soul.Every time he swung a whip, more strands melted into his body.The moment he is whole is the moment he stops.

When he couldn't move anymore, he pushed away the clouds and mists, and in front of him was a pile of barren mounds and graves.He took back the spiritual wisdom of Nianxu.

Many, many years ago, in the previous dynasties, the tomb of a general was buried here, and later the bones of a sinner who committed a heinous crime but did not have a name were buried.

Yin Chi squatted down. The tombstone was originally engraved with Zhen Guo General Xie Luozhi, but now the engraving has been worn away by the vicissitudes of life and scars, leaving only a blank space. One or two dents can be vaguely felt, proving that those writings once existed.Oh, Mu Wu has a little secret.

Yin Chi's hand slowly stroked along the side of the tombstone, and sure enough, he found a gap, and divided the tombstone from two-thirds into two halves.The lettering in the middle is well preserved, and the five characters "widowed man, Muwu" on it are clearly carved as if they were engraved one by one by myself yesterday.The two tombstones are put together in a mold, and no one can tell that the two tombstones are originally a cooperation.It will only be exposed after thousands of years of wind and rain

Flaws, when future generations notice the clues, they will regard these five untrue words as the historical truth.

Mu Wu, Mu Xiang, don't want glory and wealth in this life, don't care about honor, insult and infamy, just begging and cheating, only one Xie Luozhi.Even if it is fake.Even if it's a lie.Even if you deceive yourself and others.

Yin Li sneered and rested his forehead on the stone tablet.Fingertips across the uneven stone tablet indicate that they have re-tasted the feeling of engraving.

"Monk, what are you doing here?"

A bald head that was so bright and reflective poked out from behind the tombstone, he glanced at the tombstone slowly, his eyes couldn't hide his dullness and stupidity.A really stupid monk.

With his nerves, wait for a response at least a cup of tea, and wait for an answer at least half an hour.

He was lying on the grave, with his cheek against the stone tablet, his eyes staring straight at the five characters in the lower corner of the stone tablet.

"Yo, I still recognize it. Fool, just look at..." Yin Li clicked on the word "Mu Wu", "Does this person remember?"

The silly monk moved his eyes and looked at him.

Yin Li patted his face: "Don't stare at me, ask you. Him, do you remember? What are you doing here?"

He really looked up to the stupid monk who didn't even have spiritual wisdom. He asked a bunch of questions, all of which were difficult for the previous Nianxu to answer in a moment.

"Mu Wu." The silly monk finally spoke, but there was no sound, and he could only distinguish what he said by his mouth.

Yin Li frowned and pinched his chin, why is he still dumb. "Open your mouth, let me see, what's wrong with your throat?"

The silly monk was obedient and opened his mouth.Yin Li checked it again: "Ah."

The silly monk opened his mouth even wider.

"No." Yin Li took his hand and pressed it to his throat, "Ah—"

"Here, the throat is vibrating, it's not you opening your mouth wide. Make a sound, ah—"

The silly monk fixed his eyeballs and remained motionless. His eyes were as clear as two glass beads, and his throat vibrated: "Ah——"

"By the way." Yin Li smiled, and let go of the silly monk's chin, "I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?"

The silly monk closed his mouth, turned around and pointed to the grave.Yin Li followed his fingers and leaned over to look, and there was an open coffin and a black skeleton.

It was only then that Yin Li discovered that the grave had been moved, and the coffin had never been covered at all.The silly monk was originally sitting on the mound of dirt, so he happened to be facing the skeleton.Yin Li glanced at the tomb bag, it wasn't newly removed, the soil bag had traces of long-term rain and wind, and the weeds and flowers on the tomb bag didn't grow like they would after the soil was moved recently.

"You..." Yin Li's throat tightened, "How long have you been here?"

The silly monk stared straight at the dark bones in the coffin, but didn't respond.

Yin Li walked up to him, possessionally grasping the black bone: "Who is this? What a strange bone."

The silly monk stopped him, his eyes were motionless, lifeless.He said, "Heart."

Yin Li felt that there might be something wrong with his ears: "What?"

The silly monk ignored him again, and only focused on looking at the ugly bones.One pair of eyes only stared at the dead man's bones, as if the boundless scenery and the bustling world were nothing but a bone for him to return to, enough for him to devote himself to.

Yin Li suddenly understood Mu Wu, he would rather die than return to him.It turns out that there is really hatred, which can eat the heart and burn the soul.Yin Li gritted his teeth, and grabbed the silly monk's throat like lightning, and moved his face close to block the silly monk's gaze.

He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving, as if he was calming down the rising emotions, but also seemed to be unable to suppress the surging love and hatred.

"Say it again, who is this person?"

The silly monk stared at him blankly, his eyes were dull, his clear eyes were like glass beads, beautiful but dead and lifeless.

Yin Li subconsciously asked him, "Monk, do you love him?"

If you love him, why is there no love word from the beginning to the end.If you don't love him, why do you stare at the dead man's bones and say you are your sweetheart.

The silly monk didn't speak, Yin Li grabbed the black bone: "Don't speak? Okay, then I'll be ruined..."

When the silly monk finally saw a little panic on his face, he was so anxious that he ignored the hand pinching his neck, rushed forward and snatched it, shouting: "Give it back to me."

Yin Li immediately crushed a bone with black bone meal all over his hands.He didn't pay much attention to it, and spread his hands in front of the silly monk: "Neng, take it."

He didn't see which part of the bone he was taking, he sneered, and said viciously: "Ah, I've become a dead end if I tell you to be disobedient."

He blew in front of the silly monk, and the black dust leaked from the palm of his hand: "I'm really sorry, it's all gone when the wind blows. See if you can still get it back."

The silly monk's face was pale, his eyes were sliding along the black powder, and his whole body was tense, as if he was about to find Yin Li desperately.Yin Li spent all his free time waiting to see the silly monk go mad and fight him desperately.

The stupid monk moved, and Yin Li put his posture, but was pushed away by the stupid monk.The blue monk's robe was dragged on the ground, and the silly monk was kneeling on the ground, pawing the dirt with both hands.He collected the black powder, but such a fine powder, how could it fall completely on the ground.He gathered a part of it, and pulled a part out of the soil.Not enough, still not enough, where is Mu Wu's finger?

The silly monk rushed to Yin Li's side, hurriedly opened his hand, and found a little more from the gap between his fingers.Yin Li grabbed his hand, pointed to the bone missing a finger bone: "Fool, do you love him?"

The silly monk struggled, twisting his hands to grab Mu Wu's ashes.A fool has only one tendon in his brain and can only see one thing in his eyes.For example, now, he only wants Mu Wu's ashes, but he doesn't know how to follow Yin Li to protect Mu Wu.He doesn't understand so he won't be threatened at all.But if Yin Li gave him Linghui, he would definitely not get the true love-hate answer in Nian Xu's heart.

Yin Li wiped his face and changed into Mu Wu's appearance, the silly monk suddenly calmed down and stared at him blankly.Yin Li held his hand: "Look, do you like this face?"

The silly monk stretched out his hand to hold Yin Li's cheek, he stared straight at it for a long time, then squatted down to look at the pitch-black bones, and kept chanting: "Mu Wu."

Yin Li leaned over and grabbed his hand: "Fool, look at me."

The silly monk then looked at him again, looking back and forth, he was stunned because he was dizzy.Holding Yin Li's hand with one hand and pointing to the corpse with the other, he shouted: "Mu Wu."

Yin Li squatted down and pointed at himself: "Then who am I to you?"

The silly monk looked at him, touched his face carefully, and suddenly smiled, even his lifeless eyes glowed with brilliance.He hugged him and shouted, "Mu Wu."

"Yeah." Yin Li hugged him, "I'm here, do you like it?"

"I like it." The silly monk smiled.

He picked Yin Li up and put him into the coffin without any seriousness.Yin Li couldn't control himself and fell on the black bones, breaking most of the bones at once.Yin Li hurriedly wanted to get up, but the silly monk had already followed him in.

Although the coffin was thick and wide, it was only for a dead person.The two big men insisted on being together, one pressed the other, and huddled together.

Yin Li was half of his body being held down by the stupid monk, and while pushing him, he said, "What are you doing, you idiot? The bone, the frame of the bone is crushed. Don't..."

The silly monk faced Yin Li and covered his face with his mouth.He pressed on Yin Li, and when Yin Li stopped talking, he took his hand away and tied a finger in front of his lips: "Shh..."

Yin Chi lay down uncomfortably, watching the silly monk cover the coffin with his backhand.The cramped space was pitch black, and Yin Li couldn't see, so his ears became more sensitive.He collided with the heartbeat of the silly monk, and the two hearts were only separated by two skins, a thin chest.

The sound of the silly monk's breathing was getting closer and closer to him, so close that it almost breathed against his skin.

Yin Li's waist was hugged, and the silly monk hugged him, and said foolishly next to his ear: "You are back. I... I am with you. We will sleep together. Mu Wu, I will accompany you .Don't be afraid."

Life and death share the same acupoints, that's probably how it is.

The silly monk rubbed against his neck, then leaned over and kissed his cheek, but finally felt that it was not enough, and finally found Yin Li's lips.The dry and rough lips pressed against Yin Li's, but they were pressed tightly, and then let go after a while.

The silly monk grinned stupidly and said, "Don't be afraid. I'll accompany you."

Yin Li felt that his heart had been ripped apart, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "What are you going to do with me?"

The silly monk couldn't understand, so he hugged him and kissed him, saying: "We are together. Don't be afraid, we are together. I will stay here with you, always. Die together..."

The author has something to say:

Rong Jie only finished one ending for Nian Xiaoxu and Yin Xiaoli