The place where the temple is located was originally the capital of a country. After it perished in the struggle between heaven and man, the believers of the high priest moved the place to level, and completely built the temple of worship to serve Suger. The high priest was born in the Western Regions, so the architectural style of the temple is also quite exotic. He walked with Lord Ye Ming on the promenade full of stone carvings, but Ji Mo's mood was not at all relaxed.
Ji Mo has always been careful in doing things. Except for the high priest, he did not inform anyone about this operation, but Ye Po Pian found his location accurately, and until Jiangyin City was breached, the temple spies did not find any traces. Of course, this is because Ye Po As the prince of Mozhou, his ability is far better than that of ordinary people, but if he wants to say that there is no trouble in the middle temple, Ji Mo will never believe it.
Someone sold his whereabouts to Mozhou, and might even cooperate with Ye Po's attack to get rid of him.
Ji Mo never mind guessing people's hearts with the greatest malice. He had already determined this on the boat, but he still couldn't lock the target. A saint like the high priest shouldn't do anything to him. Are they the remaining two priests in white? Or other spies inserted from four continents? It does not rule out the possibility that the indigenous people of this world want to let the heavens and the people kill each other and reap the benefits of the fisherman...
Reluctantly, he realized the fact that even if he returned to the temple, he would not have time to rest. Ji Mo suddenly felt that it was easier to go with Ye Mingjun. Although this immortal had a clear mind, at least he would not murder his target.
Ye Mingjun has always been restless. At this time, he looked at the relief sculptures of these saints and found that they were not mythological stories that he knew well, so he asked Ji Mo, "Which god do you believe in?"
"We are following the high priest. Everyone only knows that the high priest deeply loves a being called a god. As for who it is, only he himself knows."
Naturally, Lord Ye Ming can't understand these relief sculptures, because that's what the high priest Su Ge did when he walked in the world. He never mentioned the gods he believed in to anyone, and only kept looking for traces of gods in the towering white pagoda. . For Suger, faith is his own business and does not need anyone to accompany him.
It seems that he didn't expect the leader of the temple to be such a role, Ye Mingjun was a little surprised, "Aren't you preaching?"
He was not surprised that he asked Ji Mo, thinking that this person would be abducted sooner or later, he also patiently answered: "The high priest has no intention of forming his own power at all, his only goal is to follow the footsteps of God and seek the way of heaven. He is the only one among heaven and man who does not like killing and will help when he sees any people in distress, so after the war, the homeless people spontaneously formed a shrine beside him. Later, the Rising Sun Priest also chose to follow the High Priest. The Lower Temple has such a scale."
In fact, Ji Mo still didn't tell the truth. Although Su Ge's god was mysterious, he knew it well after watching the plot. But he won't tell anyone this secret. When Ji Mo was most helpless, Su Ge saved him. He didn't want this saint to collapse in front of the truth.
"That is to say, your high priest does not need companions and has no intention of fighting for hegemony, but is only protecting the weak?"
Ji Mo's sadness at this moment was very well hidden, even Ye Mingjun didn't find it, but he felt that the temple was far more interesting than he imagined, and finally became interested in observation.
If there is any other god in the world who can make Ji Mo feel good, it is only the high priest Su Ge. So he just gave a rare smile, "Very strange person, right?"
Ji Mo rarely has such obvious kindness towards people, Ye Mingjun quietly compared and found that his favorability in this person's heart is probably far less than that of Su Ge, but he admits that his kindness toward Ji Mo is no better than that person's. Young Master, I could only ask doubtfully, "I can protect you too, why do you believe in the high priest but not in me?"
Nonsense, the high priest doesn't want to fuck me! Being protected by the High Priest is at best a life-threatening situation, and being protected by you is not only a sell-in, but also a heartbreaker, even a fool knows which one to choose!
Ji Mo's face darkened when he remembered that damned love system. He still has a lot of troubles to deal with, but he doesn't have time to play love games with this immortal. Anyway, when he returned to his own territory, he didn't have to endure it any longer. He finally showed his own indifference. With a look, he only said lightly: "Xianjun, love is a very rare thing, it will never appear to me."
His tone was very cold, as if all emotions had really been frozen and no longer had any heat. Hearing that, Ye Mingjun frowned, but what he said caused a few cracks in Ji Mo's ice layer in an instant, "But I am the rarest existence in the three thousand worlds, you have met me, why can't you meet love? ?"
Oh, then you are great.
Looking at this person with a blank face, Ji Mo couldn't understand where he got his confidence, but the other party's righteous tone made him unable to find a language to refute, and in the end he only twitched the corners of his mouth, "Xianjun It's really rare."
That's right, there is absolutely no second immortal in the world like Picheng.
Once again, he received a serious internal injury from Ye Mingjun. Ji Mo was thinking of throwing him to Su Ge to run away, but a familiar figure came towards him.
The visitor looks to be in his late thirties, his hair is neatly tucked into a slanted hat, and the white robes are covered with flame patterns that symbolize the sun. His temperament is uniquely mature and stable for adult men. He is one of the three priests in white in the temple. The first - Chang Hui, the priest of the rising sun.
In Ji Mo's impression, whenever the Rising Sun Priest appeared, it represented their High Priest wandering on the White Pagoda again. He was in a bad mood, so he sent a notification with a serious face to the convenience of verifying his guess, "Morning Star Priest. , the high priest is divination in the White Tower, please go to see you and this lord tomorrow at noon."
No one knows better than Ji Mo how the high priest truly loves God. He knew that Su Ge would not be able to go down to the White Pagoda tonight, so he calmly replied, "I see."
Ye Mingjun didn't care about the identity of this guest, and he was a little happy that he didn't have to take time to deal with others. He immediately asked the priest of the rising sun: "Can I live with him?"
He had a bad heart when he asked Ji Mo, and sure enough, the Rising Sun Priest soon announced the second bad news, "Since Your Excellency is invited by the Morning Star Priest, he will naturally arrange it."
Therefore, the last thing he wanted to see in the temple was the Rising Sun Priest. Every time this person appeared in front of him, he either assigned difficult tasks or urged him to work. Anyway, there was nothing good, like a mourning crow.
In his heart, he slandered the idealism of Priest Rising Sun and himself, so Ji Mo could only accept the reality that he would continue to be tied to Lord Ye Ming, and took him to his other hall.
"This journey is not very peaceful, Xianjun is probably tired, I will order someone to clean up the guest room, and please have a good rest tonight."
The implication is that you should stop after so long, at least don't come to toss me tonight!
Ji Mo was thinking about how to quietly throw this person in the guest room farthest from his room, but Ye Mingjun could hear the exhaustion in his words, looked at him carefully, and suddenly asked: "You seem to be very tired?"
tired? Naturally very tiring.
Since Ye Po's attack on the city, Ji Mo has been fleeing overnight for the past few days, and Ye Mingjun, an immortal whose friend and foe is unknown, is not able to sleep peacefully at his side. His meridians were abolished in the early years and could not be cultivated. This kind of running around is the limit for the mortal body. If you lift the mask, you can see the dark blue under the eyes, but even so, he still pretends to be completely fine with his willpower. In the face of Ye Mingjun's question, he replied calmly: "My physique is no stronger than that of a monk, which makes Xianjun laugh."
"Give me a room closer to you."
I don't know if I saw through his disguise, but Ye Mingjun didn't do any entanglement, and it was rare to comply with Ji Mo's arrangement. However, Ji Mo was not at ease because of this. Thinking about this person's temperament, he warned again: "Xianjun, the temple has a very strict curfew. Even if you feel bored, please stay in the room and don't walk around."
"it is good."
He answered too quickly, Ji Mo looked over suspiciously, and finally felt uneasy, and reminded again, "I haven't slept well in the past few days, maybe I will sleep a little more deeply, if Xianjun needs anything, he can ask the gods. waiter."
"Oh, I see."
Ye Mingjun's response was still indifferent, but Ji Mo, who was used to being harassed, couldn't believe it.
Why are you so obedient today? This is not the Ye Mingjun he knew! Wasn't this guy going to sneak up on something big when he fell asleep? What should I do, should he stay up all night and hand over Lord Ye Ming to Su Ge before resting
Ye Ming-Jun has always followed his own way, and when he is in the mood, he can easily break the appointment for the trip that has been prepared by the underworld for many years. Unexpectedly, Ji Mo is even more nervous when he is very obedient today. Past, "This is for you."
On the heart of the cactus is a sachet made of silver wire, but there is no spice inside, only a round pearl is inlaid. Although it is warm to the tentacles through the moiré silver thread, there is a faint fragrance, which should not be ordinary.
Some hesitantly looked at this thing, Ji Mo did not answer, just asked: "Xianjun what does this mean?"
Knowing that he was still wary of himself, Ye Mingjun smiled gently, "I refer to the gadgets I made, it can make you have a good dream."
When he said that, Ji Mo realized that the pearl really matched the temperament of Ye Mingjun. Seeing that it should not be a dangerous item, after a moment of silence, he finally took it and said softly, "Thank you."
Seeing that he accepted this thing, Ye Mingjun didn't say much. He knew that as long as he was here, he would not be able to relax. Although he was helpless, he raised the picture scroll that Yang carried, and only said goodbye to Ji Mo with a very interested appearance, "I Go back to your room and study it, and you can rest."
After he said that, he really followed the god attendant to the guest room, until the white shadow completely left Ji Mo's line of sight, and then he calmed down and returned to his room in a trance.
There are no lights in Ji Mo's room, only he can move freely without the need to rely on the naked eye to see things. The familiar environment and the quiet of the night finally relax his mind gradually, and sleepiness also swept away. He was lying on the bed tired, and he didn't want to move as soon as his body touched the bedding, but the brilliance of the pearl in his palm could not be ignored.
Just an imitation is so precious, and the person's body doesn't know what kind of treasure it is... The big baby with long feet wants to run into his bag, but he tightly covers the bag and resolutely refuses to want it. I'm afraid the world will take it as a joke.
This thought flashed through his mind involuntarily, Ji Mo smiled silently, he knew that he couldn't keep the items of strangers, but he seemed to be so tired that he didn't even have the strength to get up and put it elsewhere. Gone.
This is the temple, he should be safe.
If you put it aside, Ye Mingjun's temperament will be noisy tomorrow, and it will waste a lot of his time to appease the immortal.
Well, he just wanted to avoid trouble, so he should lie beside him for a while, and he should be fine.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but Ji Mo did not move them away, but silently cut off the connection with Wuxian, his vision completely plunged into darkness, and the bright and warm brilliance still could not be dispelled from his memory.
He subconsciously clenched the sachet. When Ye Mingjun left, he didn't say anything, but at this time, he said to the pearl, "Good night."
The author has something to say: Ye Mingjun: Why don't you want the real product of mine but hold on to the fake one!
Ji Mo: Because a bead can't drive but you can!
Ye Mingjun (dazed): Car? We immortals are all walking on the clouds, without the need for transportation.
Today's update will be a bit late