When Cang Ji still had doubts, the Drunk Mountain Monk had already left the Soul Chasing Prison. He was only a few steps away from holding the stick, and he was pulled from behind. He didn't have to turn his head, and he could hear Dongjun's voice.
"I wanted to go into the sea of blood, but was blocked by the guard dog! He has always betrayed you a little bit, so he will trouble you to go with me."
"Why are you going to the sea of blood, why?" The Drunk Mountain Monk frowned and turned around.
Dongjun walked among the clouds and said, "I haven't seen Li Rong for a long time, and I think about it very much."
"A lot of nonsense." The drunk mountain monk was about to leave.
"Hey, just stay." Dongjun walked around to the Zuishan monk, but refused to let him go, "What's wrong with my missing brother? Why did you turn your face again. Come with me quickly, I have something important to ask. ."
"Li Rong's body sinks into the sea of blood, and his mind is in the lower realm. Who are you asking? You must be trying to cause trouble again!"
"I've always acted according to the law, but I'm more disciplined than you. You just said that he was thinking about the lower realm, and I haven't heard it mentioned by your lord."
Seeing that he did not seem to be fake, the drunk mountain monk hesitated a little, but still took him there. After the Battle of the Sea of Blood was over, the Sea of Blood was locked under the Soul Chasing Prison, guarded by the three thousand elites in the cloud. As the head and assistant officer of the Soul Chasing Prison, the Drunk Mountain Monk is the only one of Li Rong's lock-up gods. With his leadership, Dongjun will naturally enter and exit easily.
It's just no wonder that the gatekeeper is strict, because Dongjun's origin has always been controversial, and in order to avoid suspicion, he really shouldn't enter this place again. But because of this, the drunk mountain monk believed that he was serious.
The two walked down the steps, and the four masks were the golden-patterned town magic spell. The dense incantations flow darkly, and Hugh said that monsters, even ordinary demons, can't move steadily. Dongjun was terrifying in his original body, and he still felt a tingling pain in the soles of his feet. The key point is the curse heart, and a frost-covered heavy spear is inserted on it, which is the broken spear that killed Ge Jun.
Dongjun took out Fangpa from his sleeve and covered his mouth and nose as he passed the broken spear, already feeling a little uncomfortable. Because of this gun's murderous aura, it is ferocious and mighty, and it is terrifying to get close to it.
Seeing him cover his veil, the drunk mountain monk suddenly made a light "tsk": "I remembered when you moved like this. I've been thinking about it for the past few days, but I always feel that the person is familiar, seeing your movement - he really is. It's imitating your behavior! His disguise has turned into peach eyes, if the cultivation base is unfathomable, isn't it just like you!"
"The iron tree is blooming, and you are actually very observant." Dongjun passed the broken spear, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and said, "He is imitating me, although not every move, but he has learned something that is suspicious. Seven or eight points. You said, what earth-shattering bad things have happened to him in the future, and I can't tell which one-strand idiot is called up. "
"There is nothing in this world that you can't explain." The Drunk Mountain Monk stopped, the stone slabs under their feet had been exhausted, and the hopeless sea of blood was rolling in front of them, and countless people's faces flowed through it, and their ears were all screaming about death.
"Is he a pig?" Dongjun whispered, "With such a quarrel, he still slept for five hundred years! If it was me, but his mother would quit."
"He was seriously injured in Japan, and it was unexpected to sleep here." The drunk mountain monk threw a stick, but when he saw Jinmang burst into a narrow passage, he stepped on it and continued, "The Yanquan sword goes straight through his chest, Lord Linsong has made a real move."
"It's strange, I also have some questions that I have been puzzled for a hundred years." Dongjun then said slowly, "It's just a matter of deceiving children. I think Jinglin has been defending the road with swords for many years. , that was Lord Linsong who was actually a sword. How could he suddenly change his face, even Li Rong could stab him? The blood splashed all over the ground that day, but fortunately my father slept soundly, otherwise it would be another father-son rebellion. It's a good show, but it's even more exciting than brothers turning against each other."
"You don't say anything! You dare to say this." The Drunk Mountain Monk turned around and scolded, "If it wasn't for evil, would it be possible to hit a ghost? He killed his father and brother, and his past merits and deeds were nullified, and he has become a demon. "
Dongjun knocked on his mouth with a fan and said, "Why do you take it seriously?"
The Drunk Mountain Monk just gave up, he has already stopped, and dodged to give way to Dongjun. Dong Jun saw that a few steps away, there was a dark stone building a platform, and it was Li Rong who was lying on the ground.
Dongjun circled around and said, "I didn't see it that day, did Li Rong clean up after the Jinglin was broken?"
"No," said Drunk Mountain Monk, "Li Rong was seriously injured at the time, and he was also in a trance. Everything after that was handed over to the sages of Yining."
Dongjun's folding fan opened, and he said, "I heard that the sage of Yining has been with Jun's upper body since Jiutianmen, afraid of having a personal relationship with Jinglin?"
The drunk mountain monk is not stupid, and immediately said: "Do you still suspect that he is doing something wrong? This remark is related to the Nine Heavens Lords and should not be mentioned indiscriminately. Besides, the sage Yining and Jinglin have no personal relationship. When the Nine Heavens Lord was there, he once Repeatedly scolded Jing Lin for not befriending people."
"It's like this." Dongjun was full of interest, he laughed for some reason, "It's kind of interesting. You said that Li Rong was thinking about the lower realm, but did you mean that he forgot his past and thought about transcending the calamity?"
"That's right. Jinglin's game hurt him a lot. I'm afraid that before he fell asleep, he realized that he would have resentment, so he chose here to facilitate the calamity. The so-called inner demon is hard to break, it is better to forget everything and devote yourself to the world. , go through the eight hardships again, and realize the true body." The drunk mountain monk replied.
"In that case, he should be in Zhongdu now. You have the authority, so do you know where he was born?"
"He has already entered Dacheng." The Drunk Mountain Monk said, "It's something that others can track down. He has already forgotten everything, and he will find other things in the lower world, so he definitely doesn't want me to wait to see it. What do you want to ask him? ? Wait a few hundred years, maybe you will be able to defend."
"What do I do for him? Even though I'm a freelancer, I'm an old-fashioned person, and I can't stand leisure!" Dongjun's eyes passed Li Rong's sleepy face, "I just have something puzzled recently, and I wanted to ask him a question. ."
"What's the matter?" said the drunk mountain monk, "If it's the matter of Lord Linsong, I advise you not to intervene. Your lord is alone now, and every time you mention a few brothers, you will be hurt and will anger others. Why do you bother this mess? water!"
"What are you worried about?" Dongjun turned his head away, "When did I say I wanted to intervene? This matter is the real Buddha, Li Rong reported it, and everyone is watching, there is nothing worth looking back on."
"Is this over?" Seeing that he was just here to turn around, the drunk mountain monk became angry again, "You fool me! If you dare to do this again next time, I will beat you all over the place!"
Dongjun sneered and didn't answer.
When Jinglin returned to the house, the sky was getting dark, and Cang Ji seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He was looking back when he heard him open the door. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Cang Ji noticed the wet temperature on Jing Lin's skin, and their eyes quickly staggered.
Cang Ji said, "Chu Lun temporarily lives on Chonghua Street."
Jing Lin's hair was condensed with water, and "um" sounded. Cang Ji got up and put on his jacket, and went downstairs first. Jinglin came later, and saw that the proprietress Huashang was leaning against the cabinet, and she was happy to paint Kodan for her. She breathed lightly and only glanced at the two of them out of the corner of her eyes.
"I advise this gentleman." Huashang's tail twitched, "Linghai's release of spirit is like a catastrophe. Even if you are hidden among ordinary people, you can ask those masters with a keen sense of smell to stick their heads out. There is a goddess Shengle in charge, but whether it will be saved at that time depends on luck."
Jing Lin nodded and thanked him, and walked across the door.
Summer is coming, the night market is brightly lit, and the long street is dazzling. Although there are few female relatives, there are many pedestrians. Cang Ji took half a step before Jinglin and took him through the sea of people. Jinglin is thin and thin, and walking among the crowd seems to be buried. He was like a wandering soul, and his complexion seemed to resemble fat jade between the lights and shadows.
An arm suddenly stretched out in front of Jing Lin, and a man with a gauze covered the ground barefooted and slowly swirled in front of him. The strange-colored eyes were shy and timid, the silver bells jingled, and the sound of the pipa followed.
The crowd applauded, and the place was vacant in an instant. Only Jing Lin was deeply surrounded by red gauze and silver bells. Man'er's laughter accompanies the music, his fingertips loomingly draw Jinglin's eyebrows and eyes, and the tip of his tongue shows slightly, but it is still a beautiful snake.
She whispered: "I see Young Master Yan Ruyu, why don't you..."
Before the beauty's voice fell, she saw the coldness in the eyes of this "Yan Ruyu", which stabbed her back in horror.
Jinglin didn't laugh or get angry, just said: "I borrowed it."
She walked around the beauty under her feet and rubbed her shoulders coldly.
Cang Ji was looking sideways, watching Jing Lin come to his side, and said, "I really don't understand the style."
"The original words are returned." Jing Lin frowned slightly, smelling the fragrance on his body.
Cang Jixu supported him on the shoulder and looked back when he lowered his head to avoid the light. Beauty Snake had lingering fears in her heart, but when she saw Cang Ji's look, she took a step back, so she was really embarrassed. After Cang Ji passed the lamp, he withdrew his hand, and Jing Lin didn't know it.
The two walked through the street a few times and finally entered Chonghua Street. The literati and writers here are side by side, and the brothel and oil cars are not uncommon. Cang Ji picked up the curtain and went straight upstairs, but when the two of them arrived at Chu Lun's residence, they fluttered.
"The bell is faint." Jing Lin looked down from the bar, "He must be not far away."
Cang Ji moved the tip of his nose at the door and said, "What kind of fragrance is this?"
Jinglin said, "Beauty is fragrant."
"I'm not referring to your smell." Cang Ji pointed to the edge of the door and smelled it, "There is an inhuman fragrance here, and it was this fragrance that he left on the cup that day."
Cang Ji took a step closer, Cang Ji turned to him with his fingertips, and let him sniff lightly. Jing Lin's head was slightly close to Cang Ji's chest, and he looked at it suddenly, as if he was throwing himself into his arms.
Jinglin said: "This is a pen incense. Although it is similar to the classic incense, it is slightly different."
"Pen demon." Cang Ji said, "How does he want to replace Chu Lun, is he an official?"
"You will know when you see him." Jing Lin moved, the two distanced slightly, and said, "Since he recognizes me, he must not dare to show his face at will."
"Since Tong Ling found him, he couldn't run away. It was just your disguise that he could see through." Cang Ji looked at the door, "Ordinary little demons can't do it, maybe he has seen you before."
Jinglin said: "This face has never been used before."
"Is he pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, is he a powerful character?"
"Pen demon." Jing Lin read it lightly again, "Ordinary pen is hard to live, this must be a precious pen. The raw materials are rare, maybe it has been in the hands of immortals before."
"Acquaintance." Cang Ji asked, "Do you have a choice?"
Jing Lin looked at him and said, "There really is one."
"Who?" Cang Ji's voice fell, and the two of them heard footsteps going up the ladder.
Chu Lun was wearing a loose shirt and belt, and was carrying a pack of oiled paper. He suddenly saw two men with extraordinary bearing standing in front of his door, he was startled, then raised his hand to salute, and asked neither humble nor arrogant: "Dare to ask you two, what is going on?"
Cang Ji and Jing Lin looked at each other, and both of them read it clearly.
This is really two people.