The spiritual power in Jiang Yinghe's hand turned around within the spiritual body of the opponent's Taoist body, and found that his soul was unstable and there were loopholes everywhere, and nothing he saw was consistent with a normal fairy in the cave realm. It is similar to the abbot of Zen Qing.
He withdrew his hand abruptly, frowned and glanced at Tong Guiyu, and said, "...you told me that day that your heart was shaking, was it true?"
Jiang Yinghe immediately remembered this sentence, and seeing Tong Guiyu's expression, he had already confirmed the answer without listening to him answer.
Tong Guiyu withdrew his hand, brushed off the blood-stained clothes and cleaned them up, and said, "Please come here, not for me. But I really want to ask for something."
Jiang Yinghe vaguely guessed what he was going to say, so he didn't speak, but watched him continue.
Tong Guiyu said: "If I fall accidentally, please take care of the Hehuan Sect. I have made many arrangements. Even if there is an accident, it will not affect the sect too much. It's just that the people of the Acacia Sect have different temperaments and may have different ideas. At that time, if the person I arrange fails to succeed, Xiaoxiao who stands in the way along the way will be killed as soon as possible."
When he said this, he was not too serious, but he did not hide the murderous aura inside. Chan Qing on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Amitabha."
Tong Guiyu came to his senses, turned around and apologized: "Tong uttered evil words and disturbed the abbot."
Jiang Yinghe listened to these few sentences that seemed like last words, and then saw Tong Guiyu take out a book from his Qiankun bag, on which was written "Last Letter". □Wanzi, it is really a genuine book with sealed lines.
"One more thing." Tong Guiyu said, "I..."
He paused for a rare moment, then organized his thoughts, and said smoothly: "I have tarnished the reputation of Huaiqing Daoist. They have always been clean and self-sufficient, and they should not associate with romantic people like me. , please help me too..."
"Take care of the widow?"
Tong Guiyu didn't expect him to say these four words, his eyes froze, and he retorted after a while: "Savior."
Jiang Yinghe heard this with no expression on his face, and casually knocked on one end of the whisk with his fingers, saying: "You didn't have a ruthless companion before, so you didn't cause any trouble. But after I got back the root of love, and you also complemented yourself , but encountered such a calamity and life-threatening thing."
Tong Guiyu looked at him and said, "It has nothing to do with this..."
"Not necessarily." Jiang Yinghe did not continue this topic, but said, "Take
Bring out the beauty sword, let me see. "
Tong Guiyu was silent for a moment, then raised his hand, and took out his natal magic weapon from the Taoist body. On the magnificent and elegant sword body of the Red Face Sword, the light peach-pink sword pendant swept down the thin tassels, and it was falling into his palm.
"You... remind me of another person." Jiang Yinghe stared at Jianzhuo and said, "The way is in front of us, but because of the appearance of others, the heart of the way is shifted, but he refuses to cut it off, and has been dragged into the bottomless abyss. "
The Daoist Tao and the Tao of Hehuan, although they run counter to each other, have something in common. The so-called forgetfulness of emotion means that those who practice the supreme way will not be troubled by their own love, but take care of all sentient beings with great love.
Therefore, since Jiang Yinghe came to his side, his mind and nature were in chaos, and he had no choice but to split his soul into life.
Jiang Yinghe clapped the "Suicide Note" in his hand, and based on his own experience in handling such matters, he said, "The Dao heart is not stable, which proves that you and your life-savior are out of love with the Dao of Hehuan. As far as I know, Hehuan Avenue doesn't taboo sentimentality, only devotion."
What he said was not wrong at all. Although Jiang Yinghe's realm had not recovered, his vision was far beyond comparison.
"You want to go ashore, but your heart doesn't allow it." Jiang Yinghe looked at the Neptune in front of him, "In that case, forget your savior."
Tong Guiyu's fingers holding the Hongyan sword tightened slightly, and there was a faint light on the sword.
Jiang Yinghe glanced at it, and continued: "In the teahouse beside the Netherworld, there is a thing of forgetting love. When you forget this kindness, I will personally kill Chou Yongzhou for you. There is no such person in the world, so naturally the wind will flow Shun the water."
As he spoke, he watched Tong Guiyu's expression. When he said the cold words, the other party suddenly raised his eyes, as if he was about to blurt out something to stop him.
But Tong Guiyu calmed down in an instant, and seeing Jiang Yinghe's expression, he knew that he was speaking to test him.
Chan Qing on the side also heard that the words were just a test, but he coughed twice and said, "Amitabha."
Jiang Yinghe turned his head, and said to Chan Qing: "The abbot forgives you for not choosing what you say."
Chan Qing nodded slightly and didn't say much.
Jiang Yinghe had already seen Tong Guiyu's intentions from his expression, so he said directly: "I don't want to touch him, well, since that's the case, why not be bold, I will protect the law for you, disperse your cultivation and protect the true spirit, After being reincarnated and rebuilt, I will not touch any acacia avenues, become an authentic sect of a famous family, and enter into a marriage with Medicine King Valley."
"It's easy for you to say." Tong Guiyu pressed the sword hard, the back of his hand was blue and white, and the skin of his palm was attached to the blade, with blood stains, "Reincarnation
The date of meeting is unknown, even if I have the guts, it could be as short as a hundred years, or as long as a thousand years, can he afford to wait? ! "
On weekdays, this person often has a loose, playful, cynical attitude. He claims to have seen all the flowers in love scenes, but he rarely has such emotional turbulence and fierceness that cannot be concealed.
"The responsibility of the Hehuan sect can be settled with my death. Huaiqing's reputation for hundreds of years and the family rules of Yaowang Valley for three thousand years have been destroyed by me. Wouldn't it be reviled by people?"
The blade of his palm pierced into the flesh, leaving layers of bloodstains. But the beauty sword was stained with blood on one side and was extremely bright red, while the sword pendant on the side was still light and gentle, as clean as ever.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the meditation room, and the empty voice sounded in an orderly manner.
"Master, Master Yao Wang Gu Huaiqing has been waiting outside for a long time, and he said he wants to meet... Tong Benefactor."
The fragrance of Buddha scattered.
Tong Guiyu suddenly loosened the strength in his hand, only to realize that his palm had been cut into the blade of the sword. He casually wiped away the blood, closed his eyes and said: "... Xiaohe, let's talk about the suicide note..."
"Maybe he's willing to wait."
Tong Guiyu paused for a while.
Jiang Yinghe brushed the dust by his sleeve slowly, and said calmly, "If you don't ask, how would you know?"
"How long can we stay for a moment of joy?"
"Before you return, everything will be done according to the suicide note, and I will help you naturally." Jiang Yinghe looked out the window, and saw a little white cat sitting outside the window of the meditation room, its tail was wet from the recent light rain, " Even if it's a momentary pleasure, compared to the worst plan you've given right now, you're not at a loss."
These two sentences successfully blocked all escape routes, making it hard to disagree.
The kitten outside the window was pulling the window, tentatively trying to jump in, and the sound of the rain became louder as the wooden window gradually opened.
Until Tong Guiyu stood up and walked out beside Jiang Yinghe.
Jiang Yinghe was not sure that he would definitely go to see Shou Yongzhou, but at least it was more likely than staying in the Zen room. He didn't follow out, but sat opposite Chan Qing, reached out and poured a cup of tea for the abbot.
The water in Lanruo Temple is like water, bland and tasteless.
Chanqing thanked him, and watched the little white cat by the window jump in and shake off the raindrops on his body. He could tell from the breath that it was not an ordinary cat, but he still watched silently. Watching the little white cat shake off the water drops, it rubbed into Jiang Yinghe's arms.
Jiang Yinghe hugged Chang Ye's greasy spirit with one hand, and said, "His attitude is so negative, the abbot must have calculated the cause and effect, and he doesn't know the way forward?"
"Past life, present life, past and future." Chan Qing said, "Boundless."
Jiang Yinghe nodded
He turned his head and ran through this sentence in his mind. He suddenly grasped the key point, raised his eyes and asked, "Past and present? Past and future?"
Chan Qing nodded and said: "Tong Xianjun has already watched the incident that Jiang Xianjun thought of. Because of this, he felt that there was little hope, and immediately started to arrange the funeral without asking him for explanation."
I see.
While thinking about it, Jiang Yinghe glanced at the task of searching for the past of the apprentice, and couldn't help but said, "Can you ask the abbot to help me trace the past and future of another person."
Chan Qing was silent for a moment, as if he had anticipated the identity of this person, he just raised his hand and turned into a mirror of water, saying: "Whether you can succeed or not depends only on the fairy himself."
After finishing speaking, he called the Buddha's name, got up and left.
The fragrance of Buddha is diffused, and the sound of rain is endless.
——
Jiang Yinghe only thought about a hazy shadow in the mirror, and was pulled into a void.
Before he could confirm who he was thinking of, his spiritual consciousness had already entered the water mirror, and he traced back to the source, seeing the torrential rain.
It rained cats and dogs at night, lightning flashed above the clouds, and thunder pierced through the night, accompanied by a woman's shrill cry.
The female voice called a person's name, almost tore the vocal cords and bleed, the despair and pain inside pierced the sky.
Before Jiang Yinghe figured out what kind of perspective it was, he saw the bright red bloodstains spreading and flowing under the courtyard steps.
The blood dripped drop by drop and entered a child's eye.
Suddenly, a pair of hands took away the red-eyed child in front of him, and his hands were covered in blood. This stunningly beautiful woman was disheveled, covered in blood, and the corners of her clothes were covered with mud. From her throat, she murmured confusedly and indefinitely.
She ran away like crazy.
The courtyard is next to the dense forest. She fled with the child in her arms. It was a lethal escape. Those who blocked her were killed and their heads were beheaded. She was like a wild wolf with a broken leg. .
There were many people chasing her, but even more people turned around. Jiang Yinghe's angle of view didn't know what it was, but he could only see a hasty look as if looking back.
He understood why those people turned around.
In mid-air, several Taoist monks wearing authentic Taoist uniforms surrounded and suppressed a person. Each of them was calm and ruthless, and seemed to only have the word "elimination of demons" in their eyes, and then——
Clean up the portal.
In the center surrounded by the monks, a man covered in wounds climbed up from the ground. Behind him, a barrier made of burning souls blocked the Taoists in front of him.
It's Li Yunxiao.
He was a once peerless genius.
This message inexplicably appeared in Jiang Yinghe's mind.
Immediately, the barrier cast by the burning soul was on the verge of collapse, and the man blurred into a mass of flesh and blood struggled to get up from the ground, the long sword in his hand was stained bright red by the overflowing blood.
The next moment, at the moment when the cultivator in mid-air smashed the barrier, he blew himself up on the Lingtai, the Nascent Soul and the soul, and his body was annihilated.
The soul is scattered and does not exist in the world.
The world has only one record of Li Huanhan's biological parents: Li Yunxiao, a swordsman, colluded with a cult, fell in love with the witch Ning Fengyao, and gave birth to a demon child. People from the later righteous way searched for his whereabouts, surrounded and suppressed him in the rain, and killed him that night.
Jiang Yinghe looked towards the sky.
When the death rain stopped, the orthodox people who killed with swords chased the wives and children of the former disciples, trying to kill the roots.
The clouds are breaking through the sky and the sky is cold, and the morning glow is like blood.
The author has something to say: He He, Tong Tong: balabalababalabala...
Chanqing: ... Amitabha, say that again.