forget it. Xue Xian had no scruples against others, and he still had to weigh in on Xuan Min. After all... In a sense, this bald donkey seemed to be born to treat him.
The situation changed several times in this evil barrier's mind, and finally he said dryly: "You also want to take care of yawning?"
If this was in the past, Xuan Min's cold and indifferent color would definitely reveal a little "Let's make trouble with you", but now, Xuan Min's expression is inexplicably solemn, as if he has not learned from some kind of Get out of your emotions.
"What are you doing with your deputy bitter and hated? What's the matter with you just now?" Xue Xian asked curiously.
Xuan Min looked down at the string hanging from his fingers, and rubbed the two copper coins that had faded from rust and became shiny with his thumb. After a moment of silence, he hung the string of coins back on his waist, and said lightly. : "I remembered something."
"What's the matter?" Xue Xian asked subconsciously, saying that he added lazily, "Of course, it's an old rule, if there is anything you don't want to say or it's inconvenient to say, you can pretend that you didn't remember it."
In fact, just asking this simple question was unprecedented for Xue Xian. With his usual temperament, other people's affairs have nothing to do with him, especially personal affairs, whether it is good, bad, bitter or happy, he can't give birth to the slightest thought of inquiry. He listened to others who were willing to say it. Whether he listened or not depends on his mood. Those who are pleasing to the eye can tolerate others talking too much. And what others are not willing to say, he will never take the initiative to ask more.
But Xuan Min is an exception. He always has a little bit of exploration about Xuan Min's affairs. There were some other considerations for the words that were interrogated in the inn last time. After all, the origin of Xuan Min's identity was related to their situation at that time. But this time is different...
This time, I didn't have any other considerations, and I asked this just because Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to know, and wanted to hear Xuan Minji's private affairs. It was only when he asked out of his mind that he remembered that, with Xuanmin's son-in-law, in all likelihood, he was unwilling to tell people this, so he added the following words, which is considered to be condescending to Xuan. Mercy builds a step down.
Unexpectedly, Xuanmin didn't go down the steps. In front of Xue Xian, he didn't seem to intend to maintain the sense of alienation and vigilance that was difficult to get close to. He raised his eyes and stared at a certain point in the vast white mist in the distance for a while, as if sorting out his thoughts. After a while, he calmly said: "Not many, and very scattered, most of them are scenes of sitting in front of a desk copying scriptures when I was young, but..."
"Just what?" Xue Xian saw him frowning hesitantly, as if remembering something less pleasant.
A faint disgust appeared on Xuan Min's face, "In two of the scenes that flashed by, I was holding something in my hand."
Xue Xian: "What?"
Xuan Min was silent for a while, and said, "It looks like human skin."
Xue Xian: "...what?"
Xuan Min tilted his head and glanced at him, and repeated in a deep voice, "Human skin, broken. It's no bigger than the palm of your hand, and it's smaller than an elm coin. Two pieces are slightly thick, and the rest are very thin."
Xue Xian thought about many things that Xuanmin might be holding, such as wooden fish, paper talismans, books, pen and ink, and even a bowl for alms.
"Human skin? Did you see it clearly?" Xue Xian asked.
Xuan Min nodded.
"Then... do you still remember the cause and effect?" Xue Xian pondered, "Maybe you picked it up."
But if you say this, you probably won't believe it. Can you pick up human skin casually? ! There's this stuff all over the road, okay? But to say that the human skin is directly related to Xuanmin... What kind of good thing would it be to be related to the human skin
Although Xuan Min has a temperament that is different from that of ordinary monks, it is hard to imagine what he has done that is too murderous...
That's not right, Xue Xian suddenly remembered the appearance of Xuan Min's half body covered with bloodlines just now, and also remembered that long ago, when he was not so close to Xuan Min, he himself once said to Jiang Shining: There is something in Xuan Min that cannot be said. His temperament, like the frost edge cold blade being held under a thin layer of plain white hemp, with a sense of hard sharpness in the calmness and indifference, maybe he dares to commit murder when necessary...
But this is not the same as murder.
Xue Xian pondered these thoughts and walked out for a while. It wasn't until he came back a moment later that he found that Xuan Min was looking at him with an indescribable meaning in his eyes, as if he was waiting for him to say something. Xue Xian was stunned for a moment, changed his natural tone, and asked, "When was that? Or was it a boy?"