A new bed was added to the house, and it was leaning against the window, making it quite crowded. Seeing that it was three watch, Cang Ji scribbled something to eat, rinsed his mouth, and rolled onto the couch.
Jinglin has no sleepiness at all. He has never slept in the same room with others, so he looked sideways at the edge of the bed, and only recited hundreds of incantations in his heart. The moonlight dripped on the mat like water, and Jing Lin was immersed in the water, gradually forgetting that there were people behind him, and he was engrossed in the word diligence.
His spirit sea was born after the real face, and it was shaped like a wind and mist around the pharynx spring. At a glance, it is difficult to see the bottom, only to see Yanquan Hanmang Xiao Sha, standing between his chest and never tilted.
Cang Ji looked at Jinglin from the back, saw that the back of Jinglin's neck was smooth and fair, and he only smiled silently. He peeped at Jinglin on the Ming Jintai of Jiutianmen for a few days, and already knew Yanquan's appearance in his heart. Except for the swordsmanship of subduing demons, he was more interesting in Jinglin. With such a person who hides a sharp sword in his chest, who would have guessed that he would be soft in his arms
Mingjintai is not the first time Cang Ji has seen Jinglin.
A year ago, Jing Lin had cut the head of the big demon tiger in the northwest. This owl is located in the swampy wasteland to the west of the northern land. He was originally a general under Cangdi's seat to resist the sea of blood, but because of some still unknown confusion, he plundered and killed the people of the three northern cities. Jing Lin went alone with his sword in his arms, and cut the tiger-headed owl before the sea of blood, drawing out the demons that shook the sky and waves. When Emperor Cang arrived, he saw that the white robe sealed the sea with a sword, countless huge waves stopped in front of him, and no demons overran the Yanquan sword.
Cang Di asked left and right, "Who is this person?"
The little demon shrank back and said, "The emperor doesn't know him, he is the invincible Jing Lin who crosses the sword in the Nine Heavens Sect!"
A few months later, Emperor Cang was invited by the Brahma Altar to go to the ancient temple in the south to listen to the discussion. He was seated next to the Buddha, and while drinking rough tea, he caught a glimpse of a small stone figure sitting cross-legged beside a lotus pond, fishing with chopsticks, drowsy and nodding while chanting sutras.
Emperor Cang's heart moved, and Yu Guang saw it sitting for a while, then suddenly discarded his chopsticks and jumped up, leaning on the edge of the pool to grab a cup to catch fish. There are only a few red carps with the length of fingers in the pond, and the Sanskrit sound is only open to the heart, and the small cups around the stone swirl around, but it makes it go deeper and deeper, and finally a "gudu" is planted in the pond, holding a lotus Ye shook his head of water.
Emperor Cang suddenly asked the true Buddha: "With a little bit of vitality, can a stubborn stone be reborn as an adult?"
The real Buddha smiled but did not answer, but said: "The sword is hidden in the chest, and the truth is hidden in the Tao."
"Where to find the way?"
"The Tao is free in the gods, and the Tao is free in the world. Everything you can see and hear can be praised." The true Buddha sipped tea and said with a smile.
Emperor Cang leaned back with a sneer and said, "Where is my way of Taoism in the world?"
"Break the rear and stand." True Buddha said.
Cang Di asked back, "So, my doom is coming?"
"The emperor has seen the autumn hair, and he is thinking." The true Buddha nodded.
A murderous intent flashed in Cang Di's eyes: "Who is it?"
The real Buddha smiled and threw a Buddha bead into the pond, saying, "The water of the eight hundred lotus ponds in Nanchan is destined to be unexplored. If the emperor wants to understand, it is better to walk and find it."
Cang Di stood up suddenly, but listened to the persuasion of the true Buddha.
"The fate of the catastrophe is unpredictable, and the emperor's mind is unpredictable. It is better to let it go than to find it out."
"Since he is my calamity, he is my life." Emperor Cang was hidden in the mist, "I am the only one who can be called the emperor between heaven and earth. I can't give him this life, so I can only kill him first to save the future. "
Emperor Cang walked along the pond, and in the curling Sanskrit sound, he saw the Buddha bead sinking into the water and heading south. At the southernmost point of the lotus pond, a small boat stops among the thousands of flowers. There were two people sitting opposite each other on the boat, one was an old monk who held scriptures and explained Taoism, and the other was a man in a blue shirt.
The old monk was babbling endlessly, and it was boring. The man radiated into the concentration, and sat and listened. Tian Qing's sleeves dipped into the pool, cut out a piece of sky, and dipped in the fragrance of lotus. Jing Lin looked cold, neither impatient nor sleepy. The surface of the pool is like a realm, and the waves reflect the sky. Looking at it in an instant, there is a feeling that he is sitting among the clouds in the clear sky.
Yanquan is both Jinglin, and Jinglin is also Yanquan. The pure nature casts the first sword in the world, and the pure rain melts the first color in the world. He has no external things in his heart, so his colors are not vulgar.
Emperor Cang looked out of the fog and was stunned.
Chi Jian suddenly climbed up on the stone figure, which sat behind the old monk, shaking his head like the old monk.
The more the old monk recited, the slower he couldn't help coughing, and said to Jing Lin, "But are you tired of it?"
The little man immediately turned back into a stone with a "bang", and the Buddha bead in his hand rolled to Jing Lin's hand. Jinglin's face was as usual, and he bowed to the old monk to apologize.
The old monk said: "The poor monk knows that the scriptures are tasteless, but he can't do it. The son's heart is to cultivate swordsmanship.
Jinglin pointed to the Buddha beads and said, "It seems that my Buddhist relationship is not shallow, so the master doesn't need to worry."
The old monk said: "Young Master is not close to the common people, and although his cultivation is long, his heart is lonely. The most soul-breaking thing in this world is not demons, but the word 'love'. The heart of swordsmanship seems to be detached from all things, but in fact it is like walking on thin ice. One wrong point, one broken thought, one heart destroyed, and it is beyond redemption.
Jinglin said: "Father and son, brotherly righteousness, are all love."
"That's it." The old monk looked at Jinglin, "Fang said that the young master is still in the world."
Jinglin was ignorant, but said: "If the word 'love' is a disaster, then you can kill it yourself."
The old monk sighed, stopped responding, raised his hand in salute to Jing Lin, and turned to go ashore.
Jing Lin was still sitting by himself, the beads between his fingers were dry, and he suddenly felt a chill. The stone recovered with a "pop" and sat side by side with Jinglin.
Cang Di looked at it for a long time, then silently backed away.
Cang Ji retracted his thoughts and saw that Jing Lin had turned around and was looking at him. He took advantage of the situation to show his apology and said, "Did you bother you?"
Jing Lin stared at him silently.
Cang Ji was confused, and said in his heart that he didn't show his shape or scales, but he still tied the button in Jing Lin's eyes, and said, "Don't miss that day, I haven't asked your name yet."
Jing Lin said: "Jing Lin."
"A long drought meets nectar." Cang Ji said solemnly, "It's no wonder that when I meet you, my body and mind are relaxed and comfortable."
Jing Lin said: "That night I..."
"You lost money while drinking with others, but I picked up the gold and gave it back to you." The golden pearl was still on his waist, Cang Ji didn't even blink, "Then I took you to rest for the night, and you went back on your own."
Jing Lin frowned: "I can't remember at all."
"It's just like drinking with people." Cang Ji said, "You're a light drinker. In the future, except for those close to you, don't drink lightly."
Jing Lin asked: "Dare to ask the honorable name."
"I don't dare to be, my surname is Cao, and I have a single character warehouse. I became a monk halfway, and learned a little magic in the north. My cultivation is not good, I haven't built a spiritual sea, and I haven't turned my face. Because I don't have enough talent, I gave up the idea of cultivation. Now I go. Buying and selling some spirit stones and spirit grass, eat it with your mouth." Cang Ji said with his arms behind his head.
"Brother Cao." Jinglin called.
Cang Ji almost laughed out loud, but he kept his face in the dark, and said in a steady voice, "I'm crazy how old you are, why don't I call you brother?"
Jing Lin thought to himself that his cultivation had become a reality, and he had lived for many years. Wouldn't it be a mess to call his brother
However, Cang Ji said in his heart that when Canglong was born, even your father can call me father, and letting you call me brother is an elder.
Cang Ji sighed, turned over, turned his back to Jing Lin and said, "But my cultivation base is shallow, so I feel wronged to make you cry brother. You're welcome, it's okay for you and my name to match."
Jing Lin got him to help him many times, and when he heard his sullenness, he couldn't help opening his mouth.
Cang Ji said, "Tomorrow morning, I will find a place to live. If you also go south, you can..."
"Brother." Jing Lin whispered and paused after reading. He had never even called his brother like that before, and for a while, his throat seemed to be pinched. Jinglin buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay to live together, just sleep."
Cang Ji was still in the mood for this "brother". He felt that this kid was really different inside and out, and he wondered why he didn't teach him to call him brother earlier.
The person in the splash was bumped into a vague snort, and if these two words were recited in his lips, even if it was in his arms, Cang Ji would be able to hold him back and tremble softly.
A pity, a pity.
The next day was bright, and Jing Lin was feeding the horses. His horse is also an unusual horse. It wears the outer skin of Qingcong, but it can step on the water and Lingyun. He was held between the horses for a night. At this moment, he is pacing and trotting around Jinglin.
Cang Ji took a basket of warm thin-skinned buns, and Jing Lin washed his hands and shared it with him standing beside the pine potted plants. Seeing that he was sucking the hot juice, Cang Ji's thin lips were burnt and reddened, and he thought of something inappropriate.
Seeing Cang Ji staring at him, Jing Lin couldn't help but look back. He eats silently, even while sucking hot juice, quietly and quickly.
Cang Ji pretended to be calm, and kept the appearance of this confidant big brother without any leakage. He picked a steamed bun and put it into his mouth to chew slowly. When he was finished eating, Fang said, "I didn't tell you in detail last night, I brought a batch of herbal medicines to the south. The city of the locust tree in the south was attacked by demons a few days ago. The chaos caused countless deaths and injuries, and it was the time when spiritual herbs and medicines were urgently needed. I am leaving for this trip, I don’t know where you are going?”
Jing Lin wiped his hands and said, "I'm on the same road as my brother."
Cang Ji then said, "You also go to Huaishu City?"
Jinglin did not doubt that he was there, and said: "The city of the locust tree was originally under the jurisdiction of Phoenix in the south. Recently, the Phoenix has moved eastward, and the south is already as strong as ice. It is the time for Jiutianmen to contribute."
Cang Ji laughed immediately and said, "It's a coincidence, you and I are going south together, and we are also taking care of each other."
Seeing the sincerity in Cang Ji's eyes, Jing Lin's actions are not sloppy, and his words are steady and his heart is right. Compared with Li Rong, he sees the color of "brother", so he can't help but soften his face, nod and say, "Yes."
When Cang Ji was leading the horse, Jing Lin handed out the porcelain vase from his sleeve. When Cang Ji took it, his little finger swept across Jing Lin's palm, and before Jing Lin could return to his senses, he lightly sniffed the porcelain bottle.
"What is this?"
"The medicinal pill at home." Jing Lin said, "Since my brother wants to go south to donate medicine, he lost sixty gold beads last night, so he can't justify it. Although this medicinal pill is not as good as friendship, it can change something. If you meet mortals , it is possible to come back to life.”
"It's so precious." Cang Ji picked up the stuff and shook it under his nose. He smiled, "It smells like tofu and has a lot of spiritual energy. It seems to be a treasure from the fairy family. Wouldn't it be too wasteful to give it to me like this? "
Jinglin got on his horse and said, "It's worth it."
Cang Ji was smiling, sniffing out something. His five senses are far superior to ordinary people, and even ordinary monsters are incomparable. This medicine is indeed overflowing with fairy spirits, and when I got close to it, I could see a faint smell of blood.
But Cang Ji didn't show any color, and put his polite hand back into his sleeve. He smiled unabated, got on the horse, and said to Jinglin: "You treat me like this, how can I not be moved? Since we are brothers, there is nothing to hide. I live in the north, and there are no parents or mothers in my family. Wife and children are relatives, and they are real loners. My virtuous brother—" He tutted softly, "It's a matter of life if you call it that, why don't I call you Jiulang?"