The closer you get, the more painful it will be. Shen Jue couldn't help but think about the reason why Lu Zhidao didn't remove the shackles from him, maybe that's the meaning.
Lu Zhidao wanted him to retreat.
As he walked to Lin Chuyan, who was in the upper position, the laughter in the hall gradually quieted down, and even the sound of bamboo and bamboo stopped. Those beauties all turned their attention to Shen Jue, they didn't speak, they just watched.
The only ones who didn't look at Shen Jue were probably the three people sitting in the upper positions.
Those three people only focused on each other and didn't notice Shen Jue at all.
When Shen Jue walked up to the ninth floor stairs, the young man in Lin Chuyan's arms finally turned his head and glanced at Shen Jue. When he saw it, his eyes widened, but he quickly bit his lower lip and nestled into Lin Chuyan's arms more and more, "Xianjun, another newcomer is here."
There is endless loneliness in the words, and with his beautiful face, it is really lovable, so Lin Chuyan also really loves and loves, holding the boy's face in one hand, and comforting: "Don't worry, no matter how many people come, I like Qin Jiao."
As soon as these words came out, the charming young man next to him couldn't sit still, "What about me? Does Xianjun only like Qin Qiu?"
"Lingyou naturally likes it." Lin Chuyan comforted the two beauties in his arms.
The three of them were busy talking, and for a while, no one noticed Shen Jue who had walked in front of him. Shen Jue is now so far away from Lin Chuyan that he can touch it as long as he reaches out his hand, but the other party doesn't see him, and his attention has been completely sucked by the two beauties in his arms.
The spell on the shackles was almost so painful that Shen Jue could barely stand still. He gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence, "Chu Yan, it's me, Shen Jue, do you remember me? Things in the mortal world. I can explain that it wasn't my will that time..."
Because the pain was so painful that he could not stand still, he couldn't help reaching out and trying to grab Lin Chuyan's arm, trying to use strength to stand firm, but before he touched the clothes, he was beaten out by a spell.
The whole person rolled down from the jade steps, and his forehead hit the jade steps heavily. Before he could stand up, there was already a noise around him.
Some people exclaimed, some laughed lowly, and some directly sarcastically said: "Oh, this newcomer is really not ashamed? It's better not to wear this dress. I see that you have cinnabar on your eyebrows, a picture of a little holy monk. Looks like, but it turns out to be more prostitute than a brothel prostitute."
It turned out that after Shen Jue fell, the black cloak on his body loosened, and as a result, the clothes under the cloak were seen by everyone.
The young man named Qin Ji also spoke out, but before he stopped the sarcastic person, "Don't say that, his outfit was obviously made by the female ghost over at Fengsong Palace."
"The female ghost in Fengsong Temple told him to wear it like this. Is he wearing it like this? It's shameful to just touch Xianjun at will." Another person sarcastically said.
Shen Jue raised his hand and touched the corner of his forehead, and when he put it down again, there was blood on his fingertips. His long eyelashes twitched, and then he raised his eyes to look at the person sitting in the upper seat. Lin Chuyan finally set his eyes on him, but there was no more tenderness in it, only indifference.
Lin Chuyan hugged the two beauties and looked at him condescendingly. Shen Jue put his hands on the ground and stood up by himself. Just as he was about to grasp the cloak on his body, someone came over.
"What else to cover? Now that you're wearing it, why don't you show it to everyone." The man was about to pull Shen Jue's cloak. For some reason, his hostility to Shen Jue was so great, and the others saw it and kept silent.
Even Qin Jun, who had spoken before, was quiet.
Shen Jue was injured by two spells one after another. In fact, he didn't have the strength now, but he didn't want to be ripped off the cloak in public, so no matter how much the other party pulled it, he kept holding on to the cloak on his body and wouldn't let the other party pull it off. Ripped off.
Maybe Shen Jue's actions made the man angry, and seeing that he couldn't pull it off, he raised his hand and hit Shen Jue's face hard.
This time, the whole audience was shocked. Qin Jiu first glanced at Lin Chuyan's face next to him. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he got up and walked down.
"Why are you making such a fuss? Everyone is serving Xianjun. This brother is new here and doesn't know the rules, so it's understandable." He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over, "Wipe the blood on your forehead."
Shen Jue slowly turned his face back, facing the white handkerchief handed over. Although he thanked him in a low voice, he did not take it, but raised his head and looked at Lin Chuyan again.
Lin Chuyan sat high in the upper seat with a calm expression, as if the farce below had nothing to do with him.
Yes, it doesn't matter.
He had only known Lin Chuyan for two years, and the other party was not a real mortal, but an immortal. Two years are just an instant for mortals, let alone an immortal. He ruined Lin Chuyan's robbery. It was too late for Lin Chuyan to hate him. Now that he is not cured, Lin Chuyan has a good heart.
In order to break through the situation, he needed Lin Chuyan to die for him willingly. Now that Lin Chuyan is going through a calamity, it is normal to ignore his obstacle.
Everyone wants to.
What Lu Zhidao had warned him long ago was that he still had a bit of fantasy.
Thinking of this, Shen Jue raised his hand to wipe the blood on his forehead, turned and left.
Seeing Shen Jue turn around, Qin Jie was stunned, "Where are you going?"
Shen Jue did not answer, this time no one came to stop him, and he came out of the temple smoothly. The guide standing outside the third door was stunned when he saw Shen Jue. The guides looked at each other, and one of them whispered: "Xianjun is not a harsh person."
"Excuse me, my lords, I want to leave here." Shen Jue said softly.
It was Chi Bird who sent him up just now, and now it would be very difficult to get down on his own legs.
He really has no strength now, and it is his limit to walk out of the hall with a straight waist.
Biquge
"Wait, let's go and invite three ** people." They were talking about the thirty-six ghosts just now.
Shen Jue waited for a while before seeing Thirty-Six Ghosts appearing. The other party seemed to be in a hurry, and his long hair was a little messier than before.
"How did you... make it like this?" He saw the wound on Shen Jue's forehead and the slap print on Shen Jue's cheek.
"I offended Xianjun. Three ** people, can you send me back to the third hall?" He didn't have the strength to go back now.
Thirty-six paused before nodding, "Let's go."
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When Shen Jue went back, Lu Zhidao was in the house. He wasn't surprised when he saw Shen Jue like this, he just asked the little ghost behind him to help Shen Jue go back to rest, and then he invited Thirty-Six Ghosts to have some tea.
After the thirty-six ghosts left, he went to the house where Shen Jue lived now.
Shen Jue had already changed his clothes and was lying on the bed, with his eyes open, but out of focus.
"The wound on your forehead needs to be repaired. There is a ghost tailor who specializes in skin repairs in the underworld. After you get better tomorrow, go to her with the jade card I gave you. She is in the Fifth Hall, so tell the ghost messenger about you. Find a ghost tailor, and they will take you there." Lu Zhidao said, and saw the clothes that Shen Jue had thrown on the stool. He stretched out his hand to pick up the clothes and looked at it, and couldn't help but take a breath.
The clothes were layered on top of each other, but they were better than not wearing them at all, and he found that just by pulling the belt, the whole clothes could spread and fall to the ground.
"What kind of clothes are these?" Lu Zhidao frowned slightly, and then looked at Shen Jue again. He opened his eyes without speaking, and suddenly became worried, "You won't go to the Wangchuan River later, will you?"
"No." Shen Jue finally spoke, he turned to look at Lu Zhidao beside the bed, "Why do you always think I can dance?"
Lu Zhidao said: "Because you and I are very similar to the ghosts who jumped the Wangchuan River before, I am not talking about the appearance, but the feeling it gives me, but I still have to say more, jumping the Wangchuan River will not be liberation, only It is the beginning of thousands of years of suffering."
"Yeah." Shen Jue calmed down after answering this. Seeing this, Lu Zhidao went out, knowing that Shen Jue didn't want to say more.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jue got up from the bed and sat down on the windowsill. He bent one leg and put his hand on the bent leg at will, looking sideways at the nearby Wangchuan River.
The Wangchuan River at night is a bit different from the Wangchuan River in the daytime. The Wangchuan River at night glows with a faint blue light, the river surface is sparkling, and there are no stars, but the stars are reflected on it.
He stared for a long time, finally tilting his head back and leaning his upper body against the window.
The moonlight outside fell on his snow-white face and on the cinnabar mole on his forehead. The cinnabar mole was painted for him by the female ghost of Fengsong Temple. He didn't know what material was used. Shen Jue wanted to wash it before, but he didn't wash it off after a long time, so he just let it go.
Originally, he had a cold face, and he lost his long hair. Now he has a cinnabar mole, and the whole person looks more and more like a ghost, just as the person who mocked Shen Jue in the Ten Hall said.
Shen Jue now looks like a little holy monk, but the kind of little holy monk that people can't help but want to destroy.
I want his eyebrows and eyes to be stained with red dust, and I want him to no longer be cold and alienated.
"It's fake." Shen Jue said softly, "It's all fake here, the underworld is fake, Wangchuanhe is fake, Lu Zhidao is fake, Lin... Chu Yan is fake too. Master, I will definitely go back. "
The last sentence is almost inaudible.
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