The white sleeves are like a bird, falling down. Ribbons cover her eyes, making Hui Eucalyptus's face unclear. He carried his hands on his back and blamed: "You are in a hurry to take action before the person has run away. After I ask you to understand, you will act again."
"Ask a fart!" Zuishan monk stomped his feet, "Monsters are cunning, they are accustomed to fooling kind hearts, and throw them directly into the Soul Chasing Prison, they can't hide any calculations!"
"If you don't ask questions, you will take people to prison." Cang Ji said, "I'm afraid there are a lot of wronged souls in the soul-chasing prison."
"The Soul Chasing Prison has been strictly investigated since its establishment, and there has never been a wrongful conviction!" The Drunk Mountain Monk stood upright with his stick, "You were originally a fish, but you are greedy for human spirits, so you are not wronged! Do you know that? Ever since Jun and Father separated the Nine Heavens Realm, there has been no more blue dragon and phoenix, and food that eats spirits breeds more evil spirits. Now you not only have the ability to eat spirits, but also have a wicked temperament, so you have to guard against it!”
"It's so talented." Cang Ji lazily stopped, "Are you jealous?"
"I'm afraid it won't." Hui An faced Cang Ji, and the ribbon fell loose. His eyes seemed to penetrate, and he could see Cang Ji clearly inside and out. He said, "Seeing your new construction in Linghai, you must have transformed into shape soon, so I don't know the innocence. This person is called Zuishan Monk. Although he looks fierce and ferocious, he is a well-known power in the Nine Heavens Realm. He entered the country after robbery. The time limit is even shorter than that of Lord Linsong. In terms of talent, I am afraid that none of the gods today can surpass him. It is a pity that he is old and ugly now, and his mind is all about catching monsters. Little friend, wait with me. Nonsense, go with him, if you really wronged you, let it go back."
"I want to go too, but unfortunately some people don't agree. Jing..." Cang Ji changed his mouth narrowly, "Brother Jing, someone kidnapped me."
Jinglin said, "It's a father for a while and a brother for a while, who am I to you?"
Cang Ji dodged, wiped his magic wand, and said, "Family!"
Hui Eu flew over, seeing Cang Ji right in front of him, but blocked his vision with a fan. Jinglin's fan snapped together and swept around his fingers. There was a chill between Hui Eu's neck, he turned up decisively, and his temples were swept away by the fan.
Hui An caught her eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Leveraging the wind as a blade, who are you?"
Jinglin fanned his lips, distanced between his brows, and said lightly: "This fatty fish's family."
Hui An looked at Jing Lin, but couldn't see anything. There was nothing under the skin, and even the spiritual energy was dimly isolated, making it impossible for him to see and distinguish! Strange, strange, could it be that there are non-human, non-demon and non-immortal existences in this world!
"These two people are weird!" The drunk mountain monk stepped on the cane and hit Cang Ji, "I'm afraid the background is not small!"
"I was able to keep you before." Hui An immediately shot, "Now I'm also interested!"
The miscellaneous market below is welcoming a commotion, and it is clear that the sky is clear, but for some reason, a gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the crowd to sway from side to side, and their bodies are unstable. Everyone covered their faces with their sleeves and bent over to find a shelter from the wind. The monsters are well aware of the power on the top of their heads. Guicha dragged Donglin's soul and staggered away.
Jing Lin covered his lips and coughed many times. Hui An noticed that his attack power was insufficient, but he was quite skilled in dodging, so he knew that Jing Lin was exhausted and his spiritual energy was insufficient. Hui eucalyptus suddenly seized, white sleeves exhaling. Jing Lin avoided it, and swayed a few steps.
Seeing that the ghost was about to leave, Jing Lin suddenly fanned the virtual talisman, and when the azure light soared, the four sides of his feet fell to the ground. The ghost was almost on guard, staggering. The glaucous light in Hui An's eyes was dazzling, and he had to raise his sleeves to block it. Cang Ji tightened his waist and was pulled back by Jing Lin's belt. The Drunk Mountain Monk hit the air with a stick and turned around abruptly, only to see the blue light hitting his face, he hissed and retreated, unable to see his surroundings for a while.
When he looked up again, there were still two figures.
The Drunk Mountain Monk was not in a hurry. He changed his expression and asked, "What do you see?"
Hui An covered his eyes and said: "The empty skin can't see the spirit sea. Most of him are seriously injured and have not yet recovered, so he can't gather his spirits normally. This kind of injury is definitely not something that ordinary people can leave behind. , almost died." Hui An gradually revealed his eyes, not as radical as before, and said in an orderly manner, "He clearly suffered a cane from you that night, so he should know how powerful you are. I heard your name again today, but There is always no panic. If the city is too deep, then I am not afraid. There are not many monsters in the middle of the crossing, but there are many in the Nine Heavens. from the realm.”
"He's very skilled, and he's looking for something else." The drunk mountain monk rubbed his chin, "I always feel that this person seems familiar."
"In the past 100 years, neither immortals have been relegated to the lower realm, nor have monsters escaped from the Soul Chasing Prison. It will make you feel familiar." Hui An turned her head, "You have an estimate in your heart."
"Yes, I guessed someone." The drunk mountain monk said, "Five hundred years ago, before Lord Linsong wiped out the Buddha, the Nine Heavens and Four Emperors checked together. It's not him, the only one left is..."
"It's Your Majesty." Hui An answered and shook his head again, "It's not like. You know the temperament of my Majesty, even if you forget your past and come down to survive the calamity, it shouldn't be this kind of temperament."
"Since you have forgotten the past, it is not impossible to imitate your thoughts in the dark." The drunk mountain monk said, "It has been a hundred years since killing Ge Jun, knowing that he could not overcome the death of Lin Song Jun. Just hope this It wasn't him once."
Hui An was quiet and said: "They are brothers and sisters. Linsong-jun committed such a crime, how can you not be saddened. Jun's father accepted several children together, and now it has withered to this point. Only Chengtian-jun is intact. No damage, it is still unknown whether my lord will wake up from this sleep."
"No matter what, I will find out." The Drunk Mountain Monk kicked the stick and put it on his shoulder, "Who is it under the skin?"
Jing Lin was so tired that he crouched on Cang Ji's back and was already falling asleep. Cang Ji turned him upside down and said, "The soul is still here. After you ask, send him to reincarnate."
Jing Lin supported his forehead and neck, and asked Cang Ji's back shoulder, "Donglin?"
There was no answer in the sleeves, only the stone villain got out of his head.
Cang Ji walked away for a long time without listening to the text, then turned Jinglin upside down again and said, "I'm done asking."
Jing Lin hugged his neck in a daze, and pressed "um" against his forehead. Cang Ji felt that something was wrong, so he backhanded Jing Lin's wrist and touched his sleeve, but there was only a small stone man.
"He's lost?"
"Mostly gone." Jing Lin closed his eyes and said.
"He is now a lonely ghost, where is he going?"
"I don't know." Jing Lin said, "Maybe he is going home."
Cang Ji stopped and said, "Humans and ghosts have different paths, not to mention that little girl, even Huadi can't see him. He wants death and liberation, he should go to Huangquan to drink Meng Po, and he forgot about these personnel matters. Find a new life. If you run away like this, you will be alone forever."
"If he wants to, he will go by himself." Jinglin's voice gradually deepened, "now he is free..."
"Then what about your question?" Cang Ji turned back and saw that Jing Lin had already slept on his shoulders.
Jing Lin slept for a long time, until the spring was cold before he woke up. His whole person became lazy and tired, and he would not sit if he could be sideways. Cang Ji used gold beads to find a good place to live, not only with corridors and courtyards, but also people to serve.
Although Jinglin never mentioned it, Cang Ji felt that the Donglin case had settled in his heart, making him seem different. He used to sit in the mountains all day long, but now he listens to the rain while sitting, but his expression is often sleepy.
"What did you do."
Jinglin leaned against the corridor with a roll, watching Cang Ji open an umbrella and change his shoes.
Cang Ji took off his cloak and raised his hand to let him retreat. He took Jinglin's warm tea, drank it to warm himself up, and sent someone to scald the wine.
"Having money can make a ghost run a mill." Cang Ji closed the lid, "Now that I have money, of course I'm going to Xiaoyao."
"Speaking to relieve the boredom." Jing Lin put the scroll down and pulled himself into the cloak. His brows were tired, and he was about to fall asleep again.
The smooth and moist chin was hidden between the fur, and the cheeks were smooth, making the half-closed eyes even more eye-catching. Cang Ji squatted down softly, raised his hand and pinched Jing Lin's chin.
"There is no trace of the copper bell, so you should eat fat. When I find a good day, I will eat it."
"Hurry up." Jing Lin yawned.
Cang Ji's fingertips were still a little wet, so when they touched Jing Lin, it added a touch of smoothness. He felt that he seemed to have entered the trap of Jing Lin and was at a loss for Jing Lin at certain moments. But Jinglin has always looked as usual, as if he didn't do that, and didn't think about it that much.
This person is more difficult to deal with than others.
Cang Ji opened his mouth: "There are everything to eat and play outside. When you were a human being, you didn't have any hobbies."
"No." Jinglin gently touched Kai Cangji's finger with the folding fan.
"It's so boring."
"Yeah." Jing Lin said, "So I raised fish."
"I don't even remember." Cang Ji sat down beside Jing Lin, leaning on the railing, watching the wet rain dripping, "It seems that you are the one you see when you open your eyes."
"There are no years in the mountains." Jing Lin fanned his forehead, thinking a little bit, "I can't remember how long."
Cang Ji poured the wine and Jing Lin, Jing Lin looked at it for a moment, Cang Ji said, "You're getting old, and you don't even remember the wine?"
Jing Lin took the wine and said, "I often feel that there is a lack of dishes in the world."
"what?"
Jing Lin drank the wine and said slowly, "Steamed fish tongue."
"Steamed fish tongue is really not available, but you can try it with human tongue." Cang Ji faced him, "Your tongue is not flattering either."
"Remember to pick it up when you eat it." Jing Lin added a new cup.
"Then let me taste it first." Cang Ji looked at Jing Lin generously and said, "Dong Lin is reborn."
Jing Lin's face was normal.
Cang Ji continued: "I chased his soul and saw him wandering for a few days. After Hua Di redeemed himself, he committed suicide. When I asked him, he didn't answer. The strange thing was that he didn't even look at him. Chen Caoyu."
"Chen Caoyu is now with his biological father by his side, and he has already lost his fate, so he only asks for 'death'." The mouth of Jinglin's cup gradually tilted, and the sound of rain tickled, he said in a daze, "Death is a kind of relief."
"He's gone." Cang Ji asked, "Then why are you still depressed?"
Jing Lin swallowed the drink and heard the sound slowly. After a long while, he raised his head suddenly, still staring at Cang Ji blankly. Cang Ji was seen by him like a cat scratching, seeing the corners of his eyes reddened, a look of crying appeared on his usually deserted face.
"You don't understand." Jinglin's fingertips slid the wine glass, and he pushed aside the wine glass as if in anger, threw Cang Ji with a folding fan, and murmured, "You don't understand."
Cang Ji's heart moved, and he sat up straight. He tentatively took the folding fan, gently hooked Jing Lin's fingers, and got closer. His sultry eyes waved with a smile, and he coaxed and asked Jinglin: "Yes, I really don't understand. Just tell me no, Hao Jinglin, tell me and listen."
Jing Lin held his fingers and pulled his body closer. The two were face to face, close at hand. The raindrops knocked on the branches outside the corridor, but Jinglin felt very hot. His cheeks were flushed by the steam of alcohol, and he endured the wine burp and said, "...she is about the same age as my sister..."
"Your sister?" Cang Ji wrapped his arms halfway around his lower back, and quietly led him into the circle, still patiently and warmly, "Jinglin has a sister."
"I still have brothers." Jing Linba looked at him and raised his finger to show him, "Yunsheng, Li Rong, Lanhai..."
Cang Ji didn't recognize any of them.
Jing Lin got closer and looked straight into Cang Ji's eyes. His eyes were watery and foggy at the moment, not like Jing Lin at all. "There are quite a few," he said.
"Do you have a good relationship with them?" Cang Ji whispered.
Jing Lin said honestly: "Some are good, some are not."
"Who is your best friend?" Cang Ji asked, "Li Rong?"
Jinglin nodded: "Li Rong is good."
Cang Ji teased him: "Is Cang Ji okay?"
Jinglin pondered for a while, then shook his head vigorously: "It's not good to always bite me."
Cang Ji laughed out loud and said, "What should I do, he will definitely bite you in the future."
"Then." Jing Lin replied seriously, "Then bite it lightly."
Cang Ji held Jing Lin with the other hand, leaned back against the railing and looked at Jing Lin, and said, "Why don't you want to kill him or lose him?"
Jing Lin shook his head, Cang Ji took his hand and pinched his cheek, his eyes were complicated, and his mouth was teasing.
"But you have a look that makes me salivate, how can you make me keep my mouth shut."