Cang Ji's illness came and went quickly. Two days later, Jing Lin said goodbye to Yining, determined to go south, and refused to give up the southern route easily.
Yining's face was clear. He used to be the guard in the east, but now he came down to the west to solve his urgent needs. This person's status is detached, not under the emperor's father and eight sons, and directly belongs to Jiutianjun. He holds the power of impeachment supervision, and no one in Jiutianmen is not afraid.
Yining listened to Jing Lin's farewell, and only drank tea without saying a word. After a long while, he said: "On the southern line, there are only thirteen cities left, among which Xuanyang Town is pressing the big monster Shuran. If you insist on going south, you must kill Xuanyang City before the tide of blood covers Xuanyang City. Otherwise, you will seal a If it is broken, he will be reborn and bring harm to one side.”
Jinglin said: "The four cities are one line, and there are walls to block them, and there are Jiutianmen guarding them, which can be blocked for a few more years."
Yining shook his head slightly. He said, "Even if it can be stopped for a few years, it will not solve the root cause. The sea of blood is pouring in from all directions. If you can't find a way to drive back the sea of blood as soon as possible, Zhongdu will sooner or later fall into the hands of evil spirits."
"Is the east end in critical condition?"
"If it weren't for the critical situation, why would Your Majesty send the Phoenix away in a hurry? Now that the memory is hungry, and the blood is on the outside, no matter where one's strength is, he will take care of one thing and lose another." Yining said.
The two fell into silence together. They had a bad relationship in the past, and it was nothing more than Yi Ning who couldn't see Jing Lin's loneliness. However, Zhongdu is now in the midst of a crisis of life and death. Yining has been tossing and turning for days, and his enthusiasm has cooled by half. After thinking about it, he can only confide a thing or two to Jinglin.
"Your Majesty's Sacred Heart is unpredictable. Recently, it has become more and more unpredictable, and all the anti-Southern strategies I presented have been rejected. The children in the sect are now mixed, and the brave and loyal are sent to guard the line, and most of them have died. I returned at the end of the west. When they were retreating, there were disciples who sacrificed their lives to protect the people everywhere in the deserted cities." Yining said this, suddenly stood up, wandered a few steps impatiently, and said, "Why? Baoshuai, keep the main force in the door in the middle, and then fight against the sea of blood?"
Jing Lin felt a little chill when he saw the window covered with white frost. "Going into the sea will kill you," he said. "This is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg."
Under the Yining window, the pond of remnants of the lotus fell, and it was frosty and decadent. It's just that he couldn't talk too much with Jing Lin, so he closed the window in vain and said, "You cherish this trip."
Jing Lin understood and turned around.
Frost and dew soaked his clothes, Cang Ji was just recovering from a minor illness, and he felt uncomfortable in his wet robe. He hadn't appeared in the water for days, so now he was squatting on the stake, looking for ants to breathe out. The ants fell, but he still had a thread between his little fingers, holding a small stone man, squatting with his head down and poking at the ants.
The two poked the ant's nest and the city collapsed, spreading out in all directions. The stone grass crown was wet, and the mud on his hands had nowhere to wipe, so he could only look up and ask Cang Ji for instructions.
Cang Ji put his hands together and shook his little finger. The stone jumped over the ants and climbed up Cang Ji's stake. Cang Ji touched his chest all over, but was not willing to use Jing Lin's one, but pulled out a silk handkerchief that had been pressed for a long time, and who gave it to him. He wiped his hands on the stone with the handkerchief, and when he saw that the stone kept supporting the grass crown, he simply folded the handkerchief a few times, went around the stone's small head, and tied a knot against the grass crown. Stone is wearing a handkerchief, like a thief.
Cang Ji couldn't hold back and laughed loudly. The stone shook his head, seeing that the grass crown did not fall off, and he was not annoyed, but rather liked it.
Cang Ji raised his head and saw Jing Lin standing with the horse, he got up and jumped off the stake, and said, "Is this going?"
Jinglin gave him a horse and said, "At this moment, we can make it to Qingpu City in the evening." After saying that, he glanced at the stone, "Jingwei likes to cause trouble, let's throw it away."
"Why do you need to meet children?" Cang Ji got on the horse and stuffed the stone into his chest, only showing his head. He said, "I'll keep an eye on it, and I won't make it fool around."
Jinglin frowned and looked at the stone, and after a while, he got on his horse, seemingly impatient with the stone.
"Why did you provoke him?" Cang Ji smiled and blew on the stone, "Sure, I'll show you."
Qingpu City and Xuanyang City are not far from each other, but there are three mountains blocking them, so it will take some time to get around. Jinglin originally walked along the horse road, but who knew that the heavy rain at night would overwhelm the road and hinder the day. The next day the heavy rain did not stop, so they had to climb over the mountain and go directly to Xuanyang City.
The mountain road was winding, and the two of them walked in the rain and moved forward. The mountains were slippery and difficult to navigate, so the horse couldn't fly, so they could only dismount to find a shelter from the rain.
Jinglin's clothes can be done at any time, but Cang Ji can't. He gathered firewood and started a fire in the cave, and simply took off his clothes with Jing Lin on his back, and left his clothes to dry. Jinglin sat next to him by the fire, Cang Ji was strong and strong, and he was several times stronger than Jinglin. He usually hides his clothes and intentionally hides it, so he never showed the mountains and rivers.
There was dry food on the fire, and Cang Ji took care of the fire and said, "I saw that Dongjun a few days ago, holding a folding fan, but no sharp weapon. I don't know what he repaired?"
"It used to be the way of Shura." Jinglin's fingers were warmed by the fire, he said, "Dongjun was originally a blood sea demon, or a fierce 'evil figure'. He used red eyes to deceive the heart and kill the Buddha with malicious intent. People. Later, the real Buddha sat down by the lotus pond in Nanchan, and chanted the Sanskrit sound for seven, seven and forty-nine days, and his mouth was dry, so that Dongjun felt remorse, he put down the butcher's knife, and realized his compassion from the evil. , Huanchun Suling is his current way."
"So that's the case." Cang Ji seemed to smile, and then asked, "What is Li Rong's way?"
"Asura Dao." Jinglin turned his hands and said, "Li Rong is mellow in nature, calm and unhurried, and is the best candidate for Asura Dao. Because he slays demons and eliminates demons, he is still under the dual thoughts of killing and being strong. Stick to your nature."
"I do know you." Cang Ji said, "Devil Sword Dao."
Jinglin's eyes drooped slightly, and his hands were slightly shaded by the firelight. He paused for a long time before saying, "I am a sword, and I was born to exorcise demons."
He looked dull, neither excited nor down.
Cang Ji heard the pouring rain outside the cave, and had a panoramic view of Jing Lin's expression. He broke open the hot pie, handed it to Jinglin half, and said, "You are outside all the year round, you don't hear about the rivers and lakes, so you don't know. There are countless cultivators in the world, and you are the most legendary. It seems that I have no talent like this. , Those who do not seek to make progress are also familiar with your deeds."
Jing Lin said, "It's not me if I hear it."
Cang Ji ate the pie in a few mouthfuls and said, "It's not really like that, but there are similarities. Well, I've already told you about my life experience, so let me tell you about you I know now. Tell me what's wrong. In this way, what I know is the real you."
Jing Lin bit the cake and nodded.
Cang Ji wiped his hands, held his knees and said, "I heard that you worshipped under the throne of the Nine Heavens when you were thirteen years old. When you knelt and knelt, there were pine waves in the sky and the earth, and you achieved your true appearance in that instant. Where were you from in the past? A monster?"
"It's not a monster." Jinglin spread out his palm to show him, "I don't remember where I am, but I have been wandering in Zhongdu, without parents and without mother. When I was eight years old, I fought with dogs for food, and entered Nanchan Ancient Temple by mistake. When I entered the lotus pond, I was rescued by the Zen master. At the age of thirteen, the real Buddha brushed off the dust of my robes and showed me the way to the north. I followed the north all the way, and finally went up the mountain to Jiutianmen, where I met my father.”
Cang Ji squeezed Jing Lin's fingertips and pulled his palm to his eyes. He saw a faint lotus pattern in it. If he hadn't shown it to himself, he would not have noticed it on weekdays. Cang Ji looked at it for a moment, suddenly turned his hand, and said with a smile: "The lotus in the palm of your hand, it turns out that Jinglin used to be a little monk! After meeting Jiutianjun? I heard that your brothers are divided into factions, fighting fiercely, very indecent. It's just us. Jing Lin is so dumb, not like that kind of person."
Seeing that Cang Ji was upright, Jing Lin was embarrassed to withdraw his hand, but felt that the place where his palms touched was hot. "Brothers have different personalities, which is inevitable," he said.
"I want to be honest with you." Cang Ji squeezed his hand and said seriously, "Why bother me with such words?"
Jinglin said, "I never put off my brother."
Cang Ji said, "Have they ever made you feel wronged?"
Jinglin lowered his eyes and blinked slightly, and asked: "What is 'grievance'? My father taught me ethics and righteousness. Many things can't be regarded as grievances if they don't hurt their lives."
Cang Ji groaned and said, "Jiu Tianjun has a kind of nurturing for you. It's just that he has good and bad opinions on his son, just like him."
"When I enter Jiutianmen, I am a sword in the world." Jinglin said, "I have sharpened the sword for several years, and all the hardships are nothing but experience. Although my father disagreed with me, he still treated me deeply. "
"But he took advantage of it." Cang Ji seemed to be joking, "If I had known earlier, I would have led the little monk from the south to go home. From now on, you and I are good brothers, where would we be without these few. time of year?"
Jing Lin's little finger shrank involuntarily, but it was not a lie, but a feeling he didn't know. Cang Ji felt that his fingertips were scratching at the tip of his heart again, so he couldn't help holding it even tighter, almost sweating on his back, thinking that this kid is indeed the doom of Lao Tzu, and he would make himself pounding every day. My heart was rubbed into a puddle of water, and I wish I could turn it into softness around my fingers. I wish I could take him in my arms, turn it around a few times, and listen to him open his mouth and say something.
Cang Ji turned over Jing Lin's palm, put his palm side by side with it, and showed it to Jing Lin. Jing Lin took a closer look, and saw the lotus pattern in his palm emerge, the trembling petals were full, and the dew was dripping. Seeing the ripples in Cang Ji's palm in response to the sound, the water wave swayed out, and a small koi carp with a whole body of gold and red jumped out with a "thump", and threw out star drops of water. The koi entered the water and disappeared. Looking at the palms of the two again, it was back to normal, except that Cang Ji had a koi mark on his palm.
Jinglin raised Cang Ji's palm, suddenly smiled, and said, "It's so powerful, but I found something else in the painting magic that day, and made such a small realm."
"In the future, if you are a lotus pond li, I can also be a lotus pond fish." Seeing the joy between his brows, Cang Ji's smile was like melting ice and snow. All of them were trapped in the palm of this person's square inch, which made Cang Ji almost bow his head, and branded a kiss in the palm that kneaded his heart.
Seeing him pause, Jing Lin called out.
Cang Ji said: "... This is a good brother."