Two hours later, Mount Ise.
The jeep door was wide open, Yan Lanyu was wearing a coat, her hair was messy with bandages exposed, and she was exhausted sitting in the back seat drinking hot water.
Sitting on the ground not far from Jingzhong, Zhou Hui scolded him commandingly: "I can't even think about doing things when I'm too old! Why don't you drag Wu Bei together! Why don't you wait for rescue in place! Carrying the head of Tantric Buddhism alone, hello Amazing, isn't it? Puberty is finally here, isn't it? Don't think about my help next time! Don't dream of being my third son-in-law!"
"..." Yu Jingzhong said weakly, "Why are you shut up..."
Ise Mountain was brightly lit, and the helicopter with searchlights slowly descended over the woods, and the airflow set off a huge whistling.
Japanese police and Chinese embassy diplomats arrived at the same time.
Wu Bei finally finished cleaning up the Self-Defense Forces and the disciples of the esoteric sect, lying motionless on the ground and pretending to be dead in an attempt to get away with it, but he was picked up from the pile of dead by the younger brother of Northeast Washing Scissors. A group of people surrounded the second group leader crying and shouting, and when they were having a good time, Zhou Hui drove up with a big stride. In an instant, Wu Bei got up like lightning and was alive.
Wu Bei was dragged by Zhou Hui's ears to deal with the Japanese police. The second team leader wore a wrinkled Armani black trench coat, copied the loudspeaker in one hand, and lifted the single-person rocket launcher from the ground with a whimper in the other, his handsome face stained with gunpowder smoke and blood. Abnormally solemn: "Cough-cough! Listen up to the people above! Guoan Group VI is tasked with clearing the scene, you have three minutes to escape, and you have three minutes to escape!"
Zhou Hui heard a twitch in his forehead not far away, and he couldn't tell whether the deputy Yu was the more worthy of the beating, or the second team leader was more demanding.
However, Wu Bei's threat still worked. The leader of the second group is a soul artist who is saddened by the spring and sad in the autumn, has a ruthless heart, and exclaims two words "why is the wind so big" before killing and destroying the corpse. If there is a less bloody example, it is said that half of the pirated CDs in Japan have to go through his distribution line; there are even more examples of bloody spots, what cross-provincial alliance of Fujian people came to chase down Yamaguchi-gumi; in front of a Japanese senator His face affectionately stroked the cherry tree and said, "I want the cherry blossoms here to bloom more red next year"...
Among the six team leaders of Guoan, Wu Bei's popularity in Japan is unparalleled, and it is more than enough to hang Zhou Hui.
The members of the second group were not idle either. Brother Xijianchui led people to stack up their sleeves, picked out the corpses of the tantric disciples, tied them in a row, and stood in front like a human shield. The police looked down from the helicopter and saw the corpses of Onmyoji dressed in hunting clothes all over the floor, and they were instantly horrified.
This kind of slaughter between the yin and yang, the local police department knows that they can't do it. If they are detained by force, who knows what this group of people who are not human or ghost will do. The police could only retreat temporarily, leaving a few words, "We will report to the higher-level Metropolitan Police Department, and the victim's sect will negotiate", and then the helicopter turned around and quickly went down the mountain.
Wu Bei threw the single-person rocket launcher, sat down on the ground, and stared affectionately at the distant helicopter: "Damn, it would be better if you were so obedient."
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Zhou Hui coughed and continued to turn his head to curse Yu Fu:
"As long as you can, you will pretend, don't you want to be a normal person? Normal people have already been killed by the head of the tantric sect? The old cow eats tender grass and withered trees and blooms new flowers. Seeing how cowardly you are, Even if the annual salary is less than 2 million, you still dare to learn to fall in love. The 30 million leftover men in China are 30 million of you, and the salary of moving bricks is higher than yours these days. "
Yu Jingzhong nodded and said yes, and lowered his head to touch the cigarette. The cigarette case was soaked with blood, and even the filter tip was stained with blood.
Not far away, Yan Lanyu wanted to help and persuade, struggling to get out of the car, but a voice came from behind: "How are you?"
Yan Lanyu turned around and saw that it was Chu He, who was getting into the back seat of the jeep from the other end.
He hesitated, sat back and smiled: "Thank you, His Royal Highness Prince Ming. If it wasn't for you..."
Chu He interrupted him: "There is no need to say such words."
He leaned over and brushed Yan Lanyu's hair away, and saw that the terrifying bruise on the top of his head had scabbed over - that was because it had been washed with water diluted with Phoenix's blood before. Besides, he was bruised and bruised all over his body. The most serious one was that one hand was burnt to the point of sticking to the flesh, and he had several broken ribs, both of which were only handled by Zhou Hui as a preliminary emergency. deal with.
Chu He maintained this leaning posture, staring at him motionless.
The two looked at each other at close range in the dark carriage. Yan Lanyu clearly saw her own reflection in Chu He's eyes, and couldn't help but lean back slightly: "This... His Royal Highness Prince Ming..."
"do not move."
"… "
Yan Lanyu was full of question marks, and after a while, she saw Chu He blinking, her eyelashes slightly wet.
Thirty seconds later, Chu He blinked again, this time his eye sockets had dried out.
The corners of Yan Lanyu's mouth twitched slightly: "Hall, Your Highness..."
"No way," Chu He helplessly let go of him and plopped down on the seat: "I just can't cry."
Yan Lanyu: "..."
Chu He was very sorry, so he had to bite his ring finger again, take a drop of blood from his heart, and put it in Yan Lanyu's water cup for him to drink.
The water boiled and immediately gave off a strong smell of rust. Yan Lanyu had to pinch her nose and swallow it. Soon, as the liquid entered his stomach, his painful ribs and arms that were about to numb gradually relaxed, and his internal organs seemed to be ironed by the warm current, and he involuntarily let out a long breath.
After drinking half a glass of water, he looked down at his hands, the burnt skin was drying up and crusting over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although the appearance of the scarred arm is very ugly, it is much better than the bleeding appearance before.
"It's... it's amazing..."
Chu He said: "It works faster for people who are completely incapacitated because there is no interference from autoantibodies."
As soon as the end of the sentence fell, the carriage suddenly fell into silence.
Yan Lanyu's long eyelashes drooped down, staring at the water glass.
In the white mist, his figure was thin and tired, and his eyes were hazy, as if even the lines of his handsome cheeks had melted into the darkness.
"I tried to keep your pentagram, but it went out when I came back from hell. But I think it should protect your soul, otherwise when a soul as weak as you enters hell, there is a high possibility that it will Immediately, the soul flew away."
Chu He stretched out his hand and took out a red rope from his trousers pocket and handed it to Yan Lanyu: "But the mirror is still there, I don't know if it's useful or not. Anyway, I'll bring it back for you first."
Yan Lanyu's eyes were a little sloppy, and after a long while, she moved, and slowly raised her hand to take the fragment of the eight-handed mirror.
"...I noticed it just now..." he said softly, "I just wasn't sure for a while, it was too sudden..."
Chu He looked at him with a slight pity in his eyes.
Yan Lanyu played with the shard, rubbing lightly on the sharp corners with her fair fingertips. Chu He had once seen this lens pass through the hands of Zhou Hui, Zhang Shun, Yu Jingzhong and others, but it was never like this, and felt that it matched the hand it was in contact with.
The Tantric Sect took great pains to choose Yan Lanyu to become a yin and yang double-sided soul. There must be a reason to choose him.
"I was originally an ordinary person. I learned these things just for self-protection. I didn't expect it to disappear suddenly. I'm not used to it." Yan Lanyu paused and smiled briefly on her pale cheeks: "But it doesn't matter... Anyway, The esoteric sect is gone, whether you need to protect yourself or not... it doesn't matter."
He lowered his head and put on the red rope, and his fingers looked a little clumsy because of the burns.
"...you're not used to it at first."
Chu He was silent for a moment, and then said: "However, as time goes by, you will gradually get used to the life of a normal person. You will be more peaceful, more secure, and more free... The shackles that bound you for two lifetimes have disappeared, and from now on , you can have your own life, go to school, work, love, and enjoy family like normal people..."
Yan Lanyu was stunned for a moment, "But... one has to take care of it, otherwise it will become a burden..."
Not far away, Zhou Hui finally died temporarily. Yu Jingzhong flicked the cigarette ash on his trousers, and Shi Shiran got up amidst Zhou Hui's scolding and walked towards him.
"There are always people who are willing to let you accompany you not because you are useful." Chu He looked at him with a smile and blinked: "I also once felt that I was a burden to others, and was very worried about being abandoned because of it, but this This kind of thought is actually a blasphemy to someone who wants to accompany you for nothing - your concept has been distorted for too long, and someone will help you slowly get it back."
Yan Lanyu returned a suspicious look, and Chu He raised his eyes to look at the night sky with a distant gaze.
"Although it will take a long time, there will come a day..."
"Just don't make others wait too long, like me."
Yu Jingzhong walked to the side of the car, nodded to Chu He, then turned to Yan Lanyu: "How are you?"
Yan Lanyu stared at him in a daze, her eyes gliding from his blood-soaked eyebrows to his cheeks that were still full of gunpowder smoke, and his camouflage uniform that looked messy and messy because of blood and mud. Although it was freezing cold, at such a close distance, even the heat and sweat from his body came through the fabric, giving people a strange and deep sense of security.
"What?" Yu Jingzhong raised his eyebrows and asked.
"... My... mana is gone." Yan Lanyu said hoarsely, "Yin and Yang power protects the soul, and it burns out before the soul returns to the body..."
Yu Jingzhong was stunned for a while, probably completely unexpected, but then subconsciously asked, "So what?"
"… "
"You've been hurt like this, and your yin and yang power must be gone. Why don't you still want to go to the front line?"
"..." Yan Lanyu blinked, Yu Jingzhong looked at him inexplicably, stretched out his hand for a while, and picked him up from the carriage: "Don't think about it! Go, the embassy sent a helicopter to pick us up, hurry back Go to Beijing to eat and punish."
Yan Lanyu was held and strode forward, and suddenly struggled: "No... Wait! Wait a minute!"
He reluctantly slid down to the ground, and staggered for a few steps because of a sprained ankle. Fortunately, he bumped into Zhou Hui, who was walking into the jeep, so he helped him. I just heard Yan Lanyu ask softly and hastily, "I'm leaving now? Can you wait for me?"
"What are you doing, third daughter?"
"I want to go to a place, there is an open space at the foot of Mount Ise..." Yan Lanyu looked at Yu Jingzhong, for some reason his eyes were a little red in the night: "I'll be back soon."
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Half an hour later, Mt. Ise descended.
Said to be fast, in fact, it took a lot of effort. The mountain has collapsed, and the pitted mountain road is very dark. Yu Jingzhong used the wolf's eye flashlight to see that the road was covered with dead trees and branches.
The mountain path went all the way down, and at the bottom there was an open space surrounded by wooden railings. There were stone tablets erected indistinctly, but most of them had been smashed by the shaking.
Zhou Hui said softly, "... Tsk."
His voice was very low, only Chu He heard it, and he turned around and made a "shush" gesture to him quietly.
Yu Jingzhong carried Yan Lanyu all the way, followed by Zhou Hui and Chu He. I saw that the wooden fence on the open space was completely rotten, and the slag fell down as soon as it was pushed. Yu Jingzhong simply kicked it down, and when he approached it, he saw that it was a cemetery!
The stone steles that stand in rows are all tombstones, with the names and anniversary of death scribbled in Japanese. Some coffins have been shaken out of a corner, exposing rotten and blackened wood.
"It's still inside," Yan Lanyu whispered.
Yu Jingzhong understood something in a trance, but didn't say it, just clapped his hand and walked deeper into the cemetery.
This open space is not big, and across several old tombs, there is a relatively not so dilapidated tombstone in front. A thin-plate coffin was shaken out halfway from the ground. The edge of the plate was cracked and decayed. The body of the white stone tablet had been cracked by the shock, but the handwriting on it was still very clearly reflected by the flashlight.
The owner of the tomb is Yan Jing.
Yan Lanyu struggled to the ground, staggered forward, and stared blankly at the tombstone.
The night is like a long river that never ends. The wind blew through the rotten coffins of the cemetery, with ancient resentment and mourning, towards the vast snow field under the moonlight in the distance.
Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, picked up the soil and sprinkled it on the coffin. He probably wanted to bury the coffin in the soil again, but the area that was shaken out was too large, and the frozen soil was too hard to bury this cold, thin coffin.
Yu Jingzhong knelt down slowly and held down his trembling hand.
"Don't..." he choked, "don't be like this..."
Yan Lanyu stared at him blankly, with a deep, bone-shattering confusion in the depths of her eyes, as if she was in a icy world, surrounded by cold winds and heavy snow, and she was completely lost.
"When I go back to Beijing..." Yu Jingzhong's Adam's apple slid violently, his voice sounded like a sour lump in his throat: "When I return to Beijing, I will send someone to bring this coffin back to China... Back home for a burial…”
"We can bury him in our hometown, in the place where he was born and never returned..."
Tears welled up in Yan Lanyu's eyes, and fell to the ground drop by drop along his cold, white cheeks.
Yu Jingzhong helped him up, looked at the cold and broken stone tablet under the moonlight, and bowed deeply. When he got up again, he raised his head and felt the hot liquid flowing back from his eye sockets into his nose. It was an extremely sour and spicy taste that he had never felt in his life.
"Thank you..." Yan Lanyu said softly.
Yu Jingzhong hugged him tightly, as if he would never be apart again, even the heartbeats of each other went up and down together through his chest.
Not far away, Zhou Hui rubbed his nose, pretended to look around casually, and suddenly asked, "Will you cry when you bury me?"
Chu He said coldly, "No."
"… Hey!"
"When you're about to die, dig a hole yourself, and help me dig one too. At that time, ask Maha to fill in the soil, and Garuda chanting the scriptures and dancing to the gods, it's almost enough, don't be pretentious."
Zhou Hui blinked at Chu He, but the latter looked straight ahead, Junxiu's profile face showed no expression in the moonlight.
"..." After a long while, Zhou Hui asked, "Do you really want to do this?"
"Yes."
"No, no. I'm very moved by what you said, but the problem is..."
"It's not up to you to decide." Chu He interrupted him. "It's not even up to me to 'decide' it, but my natural thoughts... Do you know what the world will be like after death?"
Zhou Hui frowned slightly.
"We have been living in hell, but hell is not the end of the journey. Farther lands are places where the gods can't see, hear, or feel, where there is a place of silence all year long, and there is no light in the eternal darkness. And the sound, the lonely soul turns into eternity like floating dust, drifting away into the distance..."
"That's the country of death."
Chu He turned his face sideways and looked at Zhou Hui with clear eyes.
"When I was very young, I once wanted to live forever with the person I thought I liked, forever and ever. However, it was only later that I realized how naive and stupid it was, and the spiritual rebirth of Nirvana was ten thousand times more painful than the physical one. "
"When I was the most painful, I thought, come and take me with someone, as long as it's a person. Sometimes I even have the idea of compromising, but I also think that there may be a person who really belongs to me in the distance. He is talking to me. I can't get up and leave before he arrives..."
"Then when I saw you, I thought this person finally arrived. Fortunately, I didn't betray him."
"...Phoenix..." Zhou Hui muttered.
"I felt ominous at first, and I was very afraid of being discovered by you, and then you turned around and left. In fact, if you left at the time, I wouldn't have chased it, because I was really too scared." Chu He paused and took a little Wei Wei laughed at herself: "But later, when I thought you might like the Snow Mountain Goddess, the anger suddenly overwhelmed the fear. I don't even remember what mood I was in to start a war with King Ming and the Snow Mountain Goddess. , I only felt extremely angry. It was not until I was brought back to Buzhou Mountain by you that I woke up, ah, so I lost my temper. It turns out that when people are really full of love, they will be hysterical, irrational, and irrational. It's something beyond our control."
"That's not overthinking..." Zhou Hui denied hoarsely.
"I thought so at the time." Chu He laughed: "My perceptions have been distorted for a long time, worrying about gains and losses, walking on thin ice, self-suppression and disgust. I shy away from admitting my love, because it really is It's so fragile, it's like putting a knife that can stab yourself into your hand, like a fish on a chopping board, and it will kill you from now on."
"I have never experienced that terrible feeling. The blind attachment and reliance on Sakyamuni back then was obviously so dangerous, and even threatened my life at any time, but it never gave me such a feeling of being weak and vulnerable as I discovered my own dead end. Powerless and full of sweet, unwilling despair."
Zhou Hui looked at Chu He for a long time, and finally asked, "...When did it start?"
"I don't remember," Chu He thought for a while, then said, "It should be the first time I was invaded by Sakyamuni and almost killed you. After waking up, you were covered in blood and said 'it's okay'. Bar."
He raised his hand and pressed it lightly between Zhou Hui's chest and abdomen, rubbing it carefully for a moment.
That was the place where Zhou Hui was seriously injured by the Phoenix attack. However, he recovered many years ago without leaving a single scar.
"That sentence is true," he said with a slight smile. "Falling in love with someone is like turning your whole body into weakness and dying at the touch of a button; it's also like suddenly wearing a battle armor, and you will be invincible from now on."
Zhou Hui held his hand, and the palms of the two were tightly pressed against each other.
"But you are a phoenix, you can actually live forever without dying..."
Chu He shook his head.
"It's dark and cold there," he said. "I want to go to that world with you, and because of you I can always be invincible."
A bright moon gradually sinks in the west.
In the distance, thousands of miles of snowy fields, the cold wind howls, and the towering temple on the top of the glacier. The lonely little phoenix finally raised his tear-stained face and smiled from the void.
Farther afield, the Hell Tie Lun Mountain stretches for thousands of miles; the peacock Ming Wang stands on the cliff of the blood sea and raises his head, the Dapeng bird is spreading its golden wings and soaring down from the sky.
Hell is not around the mountains, and the reddish mist emanating from the magic eye is all over the mountains and plains.
There is a small wooden house on the top of the mountain, a grassy stone path in the courtyard, and a crooked fence.
The clump of Asura flowers planted by the Phoenix Ming King himself by the steps finally slowly swayed into full bloom in the everlasting wind of hell.
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