Ninety-ninth bowl of soup on the other side (6)
Qing Huan asked him: "It is said that the sixth young master of the Nie family is a heavenly figure, why did he wear a mask to hide his appearance? This is Xiangguo Temple and it is not a dangerous place, and there is no one else around except me."
The masked monk smiled lowly, he hadn't heard of this name for many years. The little girl was beautiful, and she looked so much like her mother, so he was willing to play with her, anyway, there were only two of them here, so could it be that he could fall into the hands of a little girl? "Want to see it?"
"Yes I do."
So the masked monk took off the simple black mask on his face little by little, and what Qing Huan saw was a face in his twenties, which didn't match his voice very well, the voice of the masked monk sounded at least five Ten years old, but his face was that of a young man. Qing Huan was not far away from him, and she could clearly see that there was not even a single wrinkle on that handsome face. If his voice wasn't too old, he would have looked like a young man.
Also, his hands.
Just now his hand was hanging by his side, and when he was holding the mask, Qing Huan could see it clearly. Many people take good care of their faces, but they can't keep their hands or neck youthful, but the masked monk is not. Except for his voice, he looks like a twenty-year-old young man!
But how is this possible? He admitted that he was Nie Jing, which meant that he was at least fifty years old. No matter how well-maintained a fifty-year-old person is, it can't be like this! There will be no hyaluronic acid facelift in this era, and his face is very natural, without the slightest trace of artificial carving.
Seeing the surprise in Qing Huan's eyes, the masked monk chuckled and put the mask back on his face, teasing her: "Little girl, you are still too young, there are many things in this world that you can't imagine." After finishing speaking , He raised his voice, "What's the matter, how long will Master Xiang stay there? If you don't take this little girl away, is it possible that you will stay and be my companion?"
A person slowly walked out of the shadows, it was Jing Xiang dressed in black. He gave the masked monk a cold look: "Remember what you promised."
"Of course." The masked monk smiled. "My life is in your hands, and your hope is in mine. The two of us are grasshoppers on the same rope, and we can't do without each other. I didn't see it, but Mr. Xiang is still an infatuated person." kind."
Jing Xiang didn't talk nonsense with him, but signaled Qing Huan: "Follow me."
At this time, there is no other choice not to go with him. Qing Huan followed behind him, and then turned to look at the masked monk. The masked monk was still in place, as if sensing her gaze, the corners of his lips curled up meaningfully.
From the beginning to the end, Jing Xiang didn't say a word to her, he walked in front in silence, and Qing Huan realized that there was a secret passage in the Sutra Pavilion. This secret passage was very long, and he didn't know where it would lead. She will be fine, because he will never hurt her, but Qing Huan still wants to know: "... what agreement did Xiangye reach with Nie Jing? He said that Xiangye has something to ask of him."
"Nothing to do with you."
His voice was very cold, as impersonal as ice balls. Others knew her identity out of flattery, but he treated her as indifferent as a rock or a flower. At this time, he naturally couldn't recognize her. After all, he was a different person from before he was alive. The most important thing is that this period of time existed in the past, and what happened was the truth. She just came to the past. Can't change anything.
"Why is it nothing to do with me? Nie Jing should be about the same age as Xiangye now, why is he still looking like a teenager? What does Xiangye want from him? Who is he? Xiangye doesn't know. Working with him is no different. To seek skin with a tiger."
Jing Xiang's reaction was no response, he didn't answer, ignored her, and just walked in front of her. Qing Huan followed, and asked in a deep voice, "Master Xiang wants to live forever!"
This time, he stopped, not only stopped, but turned to look at her. Those eyes, which were as cold as ice, just looked at Qing Huan like that. Finally, he asked the little girl who seemed to be only in her teens: "Why do you say that?"
"Mr. Xiang has no worries and cares all his life, and he lives like a walking corpse. What's the point of seeking longevity? It's better to let go, and you can still cultivate the next life."
In fact, Qing Huan knew that it was useless to say what she said, and nothing could change his mind.
"Afterlife?" Jing Xiang repeated these two words, and said flatly, "I don't need an afterlife." Even if he dies now, it's impossible to find her, so it's better to live like this, and he won't want her in the next life.
"Master Xiang believes in Nie Jing just like that." Qing Huan followed him who had already moved forward, "He is a man of deep scheming and double-faced. If he promises you today, he may betray you tomorrow. Master Xiang is so smart, why do you want to be like that?" people to do business with?"
This secret passage was very long and very quiet. Although Qing Huan's voice was soft, it still caused an echo. Jing Xiang walked forward and didn't answer her question. In his opinion, this is a little girl who hasn't grown up. Her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to "her", so he can't do anything to her, just wait a while After going out, Nie Jing had to be transferred, Xiangguo Temple was no longer safe. "How did you find it here?"
Qing Huan replied, "If I told you that I dreamed about it, would you believe me?"
Jing Xiang was noncommittal.
"Some things always appear in my dreams, so I know everything." As if to win his trust, Qing Huan said seriously, "I also know why you want to live forever. Nie Jing was originally judged to be short-lived. But now that he has lived to this age, it is not short-lived anyway, and his appearance is very young. I once heard my mother say that Nie Jing was seriously injured and his body was weak, but I just saw him. Being strong and strong, you have maintained your body at its best, even healthier, maybe this is what Xiangye wants?"
He didn't say right or wrong, just said: "You are very smart."
"If I were really smart, I would know exactly what agreement you have reached." It stands to reason that one is high in power, one is in hiding, one is the prime minister and the other is a fugitive. Hate, so what's softening their relationship? Qing Huan still remembers that in a previous world, she met a tomb robber named Lao Wai, who spent his whole life looking for the jade tomb under the mountain, and fanatically believed that the secret of longevity was hidden in the tomb.
Lao Wai is a descendant of the Nie family, and he clamored at the time that Nie Jing and Jing Shaoyou learned the secret of longevity, but Jing Shaoyou brought it into the tomb, that is to say, Nie Jing must have died in the end . Qing Huan still remembers the two corpses in the coffin, both him and her, when they were young and beautiful, but her body was riddled with holes, and she had been destroyed in Wangchuan long ago, except for this As for the bones still left in the world, there is no trace of Qing Huan in this world.
But those two corpses are still lifelike after thousands of years. Although Jing Xiang is not old now, he is by no means a teenager, but the corpses are. In other words, Nie Jing didn't get anything good from him, but he got what he wanted as he wished.
what is that
Qing Huan felt that there was only one possibility. "... Do you want to mend Miss Tang's body?"
She was just asking tentatively, but the sudden coldness exuded by Jing Xiang made Qing Huan understand that she guessed right, otherwise nothing could explain what she saw in the jade tomb at the foot of the mountain. There really is a kind of person in this world who can change his life against the sky, but correspondingly, he has to pay a painful price.
"Is this what you dreamed about too?"
Sure enough, he wouldn't kill her, but Qing Huan knew too much, and it was impossible for him to let her go. So before going out to the secret passage, Qing Huan suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and he fell forward. Jing Xiang supported her with one hand, the exit of the secret passage was the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple, and the carriage was ready. He carried Qing Huan into the carriage, and then closed the curtain.
After so many years, he can't fall short, so he can only wrong this little girl for the time being.
When Qing Huan woke up, she found herself in a simple and quiet room without any unnecessary things. She felt a little dizzy, and then she heard someone ask her, "Are you awake?"
Looking up, he saw Jing Xiang sitting on a chair, flipping through a collection of poems in his hand. He didn't look at her, and said: "From now on, the wronged princess will stay with me for a few more days, and then I will send you out unscathed. These days are very important to me, and the princess should not walk around , don’t go out of this room, this is my yard, and there are heavy guards everywhere, you can rest assured that even the Xuanyi guards can’t find me here.”
He explained this sentence, and then began to read the book. Qing Huan didn't make any noise, let alone panic, but got up, and she found that in this huge room, the walls were hollowed out, and there were countless books. Randomly picked out a book, whether it was about Qimen Dunjia or divination and astrology, each book was turned out to be old, and it could be seen that the readers studied it very hard.
Some of them are still folklore and folk remedies, and some strange stories are recorded. Some of them are folded to one page, and all the mentioned are the soul stripping techniques.
Qing Huan flipped through a few books, and marked them densely: Tried, not feasible. absurd. Nonsense.
Most of them are in small print like this vetoed.
This room is very large and empty, with a bed, a desk and a chair, nothing else. Surrounded by books, it looks very deserted and gloomy. Living in such a place, normal people can live in depression Suddenly, the color of the room was cold, black, white and grey, and even the people were wearing black robes—Qing Huan almost thought that she was living in a huge coffin.
She was allowed to move around the room, but not to go out, and there was no second person to talk to, and it was not even known how long she would be kept here.