The villain's guide to throwing blame

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Another chapter!I will enter another map starting tomorrow, and I will start to decrypt it slowly~

I read the messages of the little angels yesterday, and I was a little dumbfounded. I don’t know if I wrote a bit messy or didn’t read carefully. Some timelines are wrong. Let me sort them out a little bit.

300 years ago, it was the time of Ling Jinglan and Sanskrit. Sanskrit passed away first, and then Ling Jinglan cut the ladder and then fell

30 years ago, the Ling family was exterminated

27 years ago, Fengling separated from his skinny monk master and was found by Feng's family

Eight years ago, Fengling and Yuechen met for the first time

So Feng Ling and Sanskrit are not in the same period! ! !His master actually appeared with his name on stage!Just take a closer look at Chapter 39~

Ask for leave today, and tomorrow will be more twilight, a desolate and quiet scene in the wilderness in early spring.

In the old small temple, two people sat cross-legged, and a small bonfire was lit in front of them. The crackling sound of the burning branches was very obvious in this quiet atmosphere, but it was wonderfully combined with the warmth brought by the flames. An unspeakable sense of security and comfort.

The monk in plain clothes was holding a few volumes of classics unhurriedly. Compared with a thin volume on the ground, a few fine lines appeared between his brows unconsciously, as if he was in some kind of confusion middle.

At this moment, Feng Ling didn't study that thing with him, but just sat leaning against the pillar, quietly looking outside the temple gate, with deep eyes.

Yuechen raised his head inadvertently, looked at him twice, then looked back, moved a few beads in his hand, and felt a little worried, it was still the same, ever since he entered this ruined temple, words They are much less, as if immersed in a certain emotion.

An hour ago, Feng Ling brought him here for no reason, but after entering the temple, he skillfully cleaned up the dust inside, took out sacrifices and filled the altar, and laid out the altar carelessly. A simple altar, with a few sticks of incense for the dim Buddhist incense inside.

These movements are too skillful and smooth, obviously they have been done countless times, Yue Chen has already faintly guessed where this place is for Feng Ling, but he is thinking of his expression when he talked about this past event with himself With an attitude, he tactfully kept the words in his heart, and only silently helped him, followed by a stick of incense, and silently chanted the scriptures.

After reading the scriptures for three rounds, Feng Ling seemed to have just escaped from his emotions, and said to Yue Chen with a smile: "It's really troublesome mage, it's getting late today, you might as well rest here for a night, and then set off for tomorrow. Go to Night Town."

The monk naturally nodded, but after hesitating for a while, he asked, "I don't know the subordinates of Young Master Feng..."

"I've left a letter for them, ordering them to go west on their own, and see you outside Mingye Town." After understanding the question Yue Chen wanted to ask, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows and answered in surprise.

It is rare for a monk to care about him so much, Feng Ling unconsciously smiled and thought, the gloomy mood just now seemed to be blown away in an instant, leaving only a little sense of loss.

Both of them have reached the realm of cultivation, so it is not necessary to eat or not. Now that the situation is like this, naturally there is no need to cause trouble for yourself. Without this matter, the boring Feng Ling took out the blood night Styx scrolled, talking about all kinds of strange dreams and moon dust before him in detail.

He thought for a while but couldn't come to any conclusions, so he simply discussed with the monk. Originally, he had this idea a long time ago, but was abruptly interrupted by that drunkenness. This meeting finally gave him the time to be alone again, so naturally he couldn't let it go. passed.

It was also the first time I heard such a thing. Yuechen took the volume of exercises solemnly, took a few classics from his Qiankun bag, and searched for similar traces. Come with nothing to do.

He had no choice but to look out the door in boredom, staring at the desolate wilderness in a daze

Half an hour later, the sky changed drastically, rumbling thunder rang out, the thick and thin lightning of the anaconda tore through the dark clouds, and slashed straight to the ground, for a while, there was heavy rain, and there was only this lonely temple left in the wilderness Standing in the wind and rain, the warm firelight shines out from inside, and in the tearing of the rain curtain, it turns into a flickering and jumping candlelight.

Feng Ling stared at the rain curtain outside, and suddenly said after a long time: "I never thought I would have the opportunity to live in this ruined temple again."

Hearing this, Yue Chen stopped what he was doing, and raised his head to look at him again.

Feng Ling paused for a moment, and didn't turn his head to see if Yue Chen was listening. He just said without beginning or end, "Maybe I have a real fate with the monk in this life. After so many years, I meet again in the same environment. Previous."

Hearing his plausible words, Yue Chen's eyelashes moved, his eyes lowered, and he whispered unexpectedly: "I don't know, does that master of Young Master Feng have a dharma name?"

"Of course there is," Feng Ling smiled, pinching the center of his brows under Yuechen's suddenly raised gaze, "It's just that he never told me, or said it, but I forgot."

That year he was found by Feng's family, and then he fell into a serious illness. He couldn't remember many things when he was young. He only remembered the skinny monk, but he never thought of his name or appearance.

He squeezed the corner of his forehead in some confusion, closed his eyes forcefully, missed Yuechen's complicated and disappointed eyes, and the two of them had no more communication, the monk silently lowered his head and turned over the scroll in his hand, no longer speak out.

Lightning flashed and thundered outside the house, and the wind and rain were raging. Feng Ling looked at the wilderness outside with the light of thunder and lightning that flashed from time to time. In a trance, he seemed to see a thin white figure walking towards here at a leisurely pace.

He suddenly sat up with shortness of breath and stared at the door.After a while, he relaxed again and leaned against the pillar, smiled wearily, and covered his eyes with his hands.

But it was all fantasies brought about by obsession, he was probably a little tired.

Feng Ling stood up and walked to Yue Chen's side. He laid out the bed that he had packed just now, and lay down softly on his side, with his back to the monk who was looking at him, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Xu Shi had too much emotional ups and downs today, recalling things from many years ago again, Feng Ling once again fell into a dream of the past.

"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the top or stay at the inn?" The smiling inn clerk came up and asked Feng Ling, master and apprentice, with a slightly bent waist.

The skinny monk laughed lightly, clasped his hands together and said, "One room, and prepare some vegetarian dishes."

"Okay! The two of you, please—" The shop waiter smiled brightly, invited the two in, and entertained the guests who came later.

This is a fairly ordinary day for them in the mortal world. They pass by here and decide to stay in a hotel, and then go east, taking Fengling to see the sea market in the East China Sea.

But the peaceful stay in the hotel in my memory seems to be different from the dream.

After staying for one night, the two got up to pack up and planned to leave, but they were distracted by a dispute at the door of the inn.

"Let go! This thing is obviously mine!" I saw a thin young man being lifted up by a strong man, clutching the rag bag in his hand, struggling desperately.

"Hey, brat, this thing is so precious, you can have it, I advise you to return it to the uncle as soon as possible!" finger.

The young man was about to cry. He struggled desperately and tried to attack the person who robbed him. Just when his fingers were about to loosen, he heard an angry shout.

"You brat, why are you bullying people like this!"

I only felt a shaking, and the strong man holding him let go of his hand with a scream, and bent down to cover his stomach, which seemed to be in extreme pain.

He took a closer look, but saw an immature young man standing in front of him, clenched his fist in one hand, and looked at the strong man with a frown. It was obviously the hero who had just punched, so he didn't care too much, and hid behind him Go, looking at the brawny man in shock.

After he regained his strength, the strong man looked up at the boy viciously. Hearing the boos around him, he was completely annoyed at being humiliated by the kid. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but saw that the boy didn't move much. He moved away with a slight footstep, and then flicked his wrist with one hand.

A burst of pain that seemed to be splitting came from there, he let out a cry of pain, held his wrist tremblingly, and looked at him viciously, knowing that he might not be the opponent, so he just looked at the thing he didn't get with hatred, Turn around and leave.

After Fengling rescued the man, he didn't chase after him, just watched the strong man turn around and go away indifferently, and after receiving the boy's sincere thanks, he ran to the skinny monk with a little complacency, looking forward to looking at him.

Feng Ling, who was expecting a few words of praise from Master, saw him frowning and looking thoughtfully at a certain direction in the crowd just now. He followed Master's gaze, only seeing the surging heads, and also looked at the crowd. There is no reason why.

However, the thin monk seemed to have seen something worrying, he didn't praise himself as he thought, instead he said a few words, and then led him away in a hurry.

He was dragged away in a hurry by the master, only felt that there seemed to be a gaze staring at him closely from behind, but he didn't have time to look back.

In the next few days, the thin monk seemed to be a little worried, he talked less, always frowning and looking in an unknown direction, and occasionally wrote a lot of letters, and he didn't know where he sent them.

The two speeded up their pace, and they changed their residences quickly, almost as if they were hiding in Tibet. They changed their heads and faces and headed east.

It was because Feng Ling, who was already sensible, sensed some kind of threat, so he just obediently walked around with Master, and only occasionally asked quietly in the middle of the night, "Master, did something happen to us?"

The skinny monk only patted his head, and said with a slight smile: "No, it's just that the sea market is about to open, let's go faster, so as not to miss the time."

Until later, one night, the skinny monk got up suddenly and went out. Two hours later, he led him up with a pale face, and left from here, galloping all the way with a dignified expression.

From this day onwards, Feng Lingfang was able to confirm that they were being targeted by someone, and the master was trying his best to lead him away, and all this started when he rescued the boy that day.

"Master, did I cause trouble?" Feng Ling stared at Master with clear eyes, which made people feel a little unbearable, "It's really not possible, Master should leave me, and I can't implicate you."

The skinny monk had a rare stinky face, and slapped him hard on the back of the head twice, "I think so much all day long, why don't you practice martial arts more, and bring you back to the sect for the master in a few days, so don't embarrass the master."

This topic was not mentioned, but the matter has not been resolved since then.

Then came that day again, the skinny monk looked at him with complicated eyes and lovingly in the middle of the night, touched his head, and said softly: "I left for a few days as a teacher, if you don't come back, someone will come to pick you up, don't wander around .”

Then he stood up and strode away without looking back at him, and he never saw this monk again from this day on.

All of this is my fault. I was too reckless to attract those people.

In the dream, Feng Ling knew this clearly, but could only watch everything repeat itself.

Beside the crackling fire, Yue Jing still closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing steadily, when she heard that the person lying beside her was suddenly breathing heavily.

He opened his eyes and looked over, and saw that the young man's eyes were closed tightly, but tears were flowing down from the corners of his eyes, and there was a small whimpering sound from his throat. patted on the back to appease.

In the silent night, the whimpering gradually disappeared, and the gentle flipping of papers sounded from time to time.

With a bang, another page passed.