After Chu Lun got out of the predicament, he hurried to touch Leyan. The pen demon lay in his hand and didn't make a sound.
"God!" Chu Lun said quickly, covering his lips, "God saves his life, and I am willing to do it for the god!"
Jinglin only lifted Cang Ji's arm to look at it, and saw that his scales were covered with scratches, which was a flying cut by Shicai's ice blade, and he couldn't help but treat Huiyan differently.
Seeing that Jinglin was deaf, Chu Lun knew what he wanted to answer, and immediately said, "It's not the immortal who told me about the fate tree, but only the demon in the painting!"
"Tell me more carefully." Jing Lin stared at Cang Ji's scratches and frowned, "Le Yan will be fine for a while."
"These scars are normal." Cang Ji tilted his head to comprehend Jing Lin's expression, and said, "Why are you frowning?"
"The Drunk Mountain Monk has fought with you three times. This is a scale that can't be broken by a magic wand, but today there are traces under the three arrows of Hui Yan." He didn't want to talk too much here, so Cang Ji understood and didn't ask.
Chu Lun didn't listen to the interest, but continued his own words: "In the ninth year of Tianjia, I returned to Dongxiang for a study tour. I passed a temple and saw that the worshiper was not a god or a statue, but a painting." He endured. He coughed and said, "The figure in the painting is unparalleled in the world. He holds a folding fan.
"Dongjun." Cang Ji also frowned.
"I don't know what his origins are, but I just stayed in the temple, and when I heard his voice in the middle of the night, I could take off the painting and talk to me. When he saw that I was sick and angry, he told me that my life was about to end at Tian Jia Shi. In two years, if I want to break this catastrophe, I must get to know Liu Chengde, and the pen will be my opportunity." Chu Lun paused for a moment when he said this, "I had already met Xijing at that time, so I asked a question. People say that the case we are investigating involves the sage, and that there are many officials in Beijing involved, and it is difficult to eradicate it by Xijing alone.
He said that he couldn't help drooping half body at this time, and it was already raining down with sweat. He said, "I didn't expect... A change of life is a fate... A life is worth a life, and it is Xijing."
"Even if it's not Zuo Qingzhou, it will be someone else." Cang Ji looked down at him, "Can someone else do it?"
Cang Ji looked at Chu Lun, but seemed to have seen Dong Lin's case. What the government ya said when he took Qian to serve as an official is exactly the same as today's Chu Lun. If Qian Wei is really a human being and an animal, what he did to Cao Yu would be a heinous crime. Can grass rain be replaced by someone else, a lonely girl, will it work? It's wrong to kill Zuo Qingzhou, so is it okay to kill another person you've never met
Cang Ji thought and laughed. He suddenly felt bored, uninterested, and boring. He turned to look at Jing Lin and said, "I'll treat you outside."
After talking, he stepped out of the curtain, standing under the eaves and leaning against the pillars without mentioning it.
It had been half an hour when Jinglin came out, Cang Ji was squatting on the steps, and using the residual snow under Hui Eucalyptus, he pinched a snowman of the same size for the stone villain. The stone pinched the snow ball and built a smaller koi. Both head to head, laughing together.
Seeing that Cang Ji's brows had been removed, Jing Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and kicked him lightly. Cang Ji didn't raise his eyes, he turned his hand and held it straight.
"What are the two of them going to do?" Cang Ji stretched out his fingers and tripped over the stone, and then carried the stone back into his arms.
"Causal reincarnation, self-inflicted and self-destructed."
Cang Ji looked up at the sky and said, "I think the laws of the world are unreasonable, let Zhongdu be in a mess, and send a few idle people down to disrupt the situation. What do you mean, are you asking for trouble?"
Jing Lin did not answer.
Cang Ji said, "I feel unwilling."
His face became more and more cold in the mist of broken snow, and the childishness he carried when he left the mountain was fading.
"Who should be responsible for the account of Qian Yu and Zuo Qingzhou? If the sufferings suffered can be written off like this, then what is the use of birth, human life is as cheap as grass, and it is not more enjoyable than being a fish. I have never understood, Where did Dong Lin go wrong, where did Gu Shen go wrong, and where did Zuo Qingzhou go wrong today? After that, there will be thousands of people who will be ruined by the difference of one thought. You and I have chased after this moment, and the eight sufferings are only half."
Jinglin sighed slowly: "You have given birth to a heart of compassion."
Cang Ji said, "I'm just watching from the sidelines."
"Knowing pity, you will not act recklessly." Jing Lin lowered her eyes, "You are more like a person than me."
Cang Ji raised his head back and met Jing Lin's eyes. He said, "Then what are you thinking."
Jinglin stood still for a while, brushed away the snow debris on Cang Ji's forehead, and said slowly, "I think... The demon in the painting that Chu Lun said was Dongjun, or a disguise of painting magic."
"If we hadn't met the town god, I would still suspect that it was Dong-Jun. But today, I don't think it's him." Cang Ji said, "What's so special about Dong-Jun? imitating him?"
"He is the best choice in many situations." Jing Lin said, "Just because he was born in a sea of blood, he has always been criticized. You have also seen his shocking true appearance, in the gods of the Nine Heavens. It is also difficult to find an opponent. After the death of Jun's father, Li Rong fell asleep, and he was the most dangerous person in the Nine Heavens Realm. Secondly, he was in the position of calling for spring, and the lower realm was convenient and easy to cover up. More importantly, the East This person, Jun, is informal, rather arrogant and arrogant, and he has no mercy in his mouth, and he has offended more gods than he remembers."
"Nevertheless, but I made a special trip to use Dongjun's appearance in this case, I'm afraid it's not as simple as hating him." Cang Ji got up and patted off the snow on his shoulders, "And this Huiyan, I always feel that he doesn't look like him in today's battle. Coming to arrest people is more like trying to fool things."
"His words are not enough to win the trust." Jing Lin said, "The chasing soul prison group of gods is three hundred, even if the drunk mountain monk can't get out of his body, he should not look for Hui An. Hui An has been awarded the title of Zhongdu, and he lost Li Rongpo again. Fierce Gun's cooperation is not the right person."
"Maybe it wasn't him who came here." Cang Ji suddenly recalled, he said, "Wuying blocked the road that night, but at least he brought some people. Although it was not brilliant, it was a help. Today, Huiyan is alone. one person."
"If he doesn't have the Nine-Day Special Order, if he wants to leave the West Road, he will not be able to hide from the Division of Demarcation along the way." Jing Lin always felt that something was wrong, and he had a vague feeling.
"You should think so." Cang Ji tucked the stone back into his sleeve and said, "If there is someone else under the Nine Heavens Sect, what is the purpose of Hui Eu's replacement?"
Jing Lin said, "What?"
Cang Ji looked at him sideways and said, "Isn't it you?"
Jing Lin was stagnant for a while, and then his mind sank.
"It is not advisable to stay here for a long time." Cang Ji said, "Lin Song-Jun is more rare than I expected."
"No matter what Hui An's purpose is, he has to deal with the mess in Kyoto first." Jing Lin said, "Goddess Shengle's body is half into the mouth of the devil. This matter is far more urgent than catching you and me."
"Having said that, do you and I have to stay here day and night to guard them?" Cang Ji turned around and saw the silence in the room, not knowing if Chu Lun was still waiting.
"You can treat the two of them as trees."
"Tree?"
Jinglin went down the steps, looked around the abandoned courtyard, and said, "The other party has spent so much trouble setting up Chu Lun, and there must be other uses. Now that he is in your hands and me, this is called waiting for the rabbit."
In the next few days, Chu Lun was able to recuperate in the house. For the sake of his sickness, he took a ruthless hand on himself, and now it takes a lot of effort to recover. After Le Yan woke up, he had less joy. In addition to decocting and feeding Chu Lun, he sat under the eaves and stared at the grass in the first courtyard.
Cang Ji sat cross-legged on the roof, holding a fishing rod and hanging a small grass spirit, dangling in the air to tease the chattering little monsters in the air.
"Why don't you play with others." Cang Ji lightly bumped into the stone figure, and the stone rolled around from the roof, and came to a close stop on the eaves, then walked back and sat down.
It also sat cross-legged and held its head, not knowing what to do.
Cang Ji flicked the pole, and the little grass spirit began to cry. The long-legged running spirits in the courtyard all had their heads raised and exclaimed together.
Le Yan under the eaves sighed, Shi Shi followed, Cang Ji couldn't help sighing, he said, "What's wrong with this person? Chu Lun is alive and well, and he didn't pay Zuo Qingri his life, what is he doing? Sighing all day makes me feel uncomfortable."
Stone spread his arms and fell on the tile with an equally uncomfortable expression.
"Wait until these things are resolved." Cang Ji said, "I'll take you to play."
Stone turned over and spread out, only facing Cang Ji with his butt.
"Learn from Jinglin, like an old monk. You say he is young, so he has to be so boring, and no one laughs at him when he comes up to play with us." Cang Ji's eyes drifted to the corner of the courtyard, Jinglin was lying under the cover of a book Sleeping in wicker chairs.
Hearing this, Shi Shi jumped up, rushed behind Cang Ji in one breath, climbed onto his shoulders with his hands and feet, and sat on it and played with his hair.
"I said he was here to play, not you." Cang Ji shook the pole again, and the grass spirit was so frightened that his soul flew away. The spirits below hurriedly followed the direction it flew, trying to pick it up. Cang Ji also wanted to lie down, so he said, "I'll go down later, make his chair bigger, and sleep together."
Stone's fingers were clumsy, and the strands of hair were braided like grass. After listening to Cang Ji's words, it made a few sneers. Seeing that he had learned Jinglin's demeanor vividly, Cang Ji said with a smile: "If you stay in his sleeve all day, are you imitating him? It's not good at all. If you can become a human in the future, wouldn't you be able to mix the fake with the real? already."
Unexpectedly, when Shi Shi heard it, he rolled off Cang Ji's shoulder. It paced a few steps with its hands behind its back, held a leaf as a fan, and shook it a few times.
Cang Ji said seriously: "It's quite similar, but it's too proud. When have you seen Jinglin proud? He has always been calm."
The stone lost its leaves and climbed back to Cang Ji's shoulder. Cang Ji saw the golden crow on the horizon sinking westward, and when he looked at Kyoto, there was no more snow, it was summer evening. He turned his eyes to the corner of the courtyard again, and saw that a shadow had been cast there, and Jing Lin's fingers were covered on the back of the book, which looked particularly beautiful.
"I've been feeling weird lately." Cang Ji whispered in a trance, "No... I've always been weird. Since I can swallow others, why am I still obsessed with him? When my stomach is empty, I feel that we should be one, as if eating He won't lose it. Could it be that he has been caught in some kind of gu, and this idea keeps coming up again and again." He rubbed the tip of his nose and said, "I will sleep in that chair later, pretending to be in a dream and bite him, do you think he won't wake up? Awake?"
As soon as his voice fell, he saw that Jing Lin, who had been lying down for a day, slowly pulled down the book, revealing a pair of clear eyes, staring at him.