laughing soul

After he finished speaking plainly, without seeing any special movements, the tall wooden door was pushed open, and a short, fat and dark monk held a round wooden tea tray respectfully and half-bent to salute, with kind and humble eyes But the moment he touched Chu Yu, he became gloomy.

Ashamed of himself, Chu Yu lightly averted his eyes.

Not all bald donkeys are pure and ordinary eminent monks. After the massacre that almost wiped out the Tianyuan Temple a few years ago, not everyone can safely swallow their hearts back into their stomachs and calmly face this murderer. Treat each other with courtesy.What's more, at the request of the pavilion master, Jing Ran did not disclose the fact that he was one with two people, although even if he told the truth, no one would believe it.

The ghost that should have been dissipated hundreds of years ago, with its lingering willpower, controlled the generations of its reincarnation. When it came to him, because the two were evenly matched, it retained a little sober consciousness and was not mobilized by the devil. .This story can only be told to coax a little boy to have a nightmare in the middle of the night, but it is as hard as climbing to the sky to persuade these bald ladles who use the Buddha's sky, earth and stars.

After all, they ate fast and recited Buddha's name every day, brainwashed half their lives, and naturally thought that life and death between the blue sky and the yellow spring should be handed over to the Buddha. How could there be such a special case of turning the world around?How could the Buddha be wrong?

Asking them to question the Buddha a little bit is roughly equivalent to asking Chu Yu to consider Yun Yuan's suggestion that he wants to help him produce future generations.

These are all no-brainer questions for fools, and the probability is completely zero.

Therefore, these bald donkeys still stubbornly believe that Chu Yu is the lunatic who was killed in the Qingjing Temple, and they naturally feel sick when they see him.

Jing Ran noticed that her disciple's face was not looking good, coughed lightly and said, "Wu Yin, put the tea tray here, you can copy Buddhist scriptures with Master Jing Kong."

The new year is approaching, every year on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, Tianyuan Temple will offer a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" and a copy of the "Great Compassion Mantra" to the ancestral hall of the imperial court. .The writing is written in rotation every year, and the monk with the highest seniority in a temple leads two apprentices to complete it together.The only eminent monks in Tianyuan who are of the same generation as Jing Ran are Jing Kong, Jing Ci, and Jing An. Last year Jing Ran had just finished copying, but this year the burden fell on Jing Kong.

On weekdays, it is best for Jing Kong to be alone and has no serious apprentices, so he has to choose from Jing Ran's sect.He himself was thin and haggard, and seeing Wu Yinsheng's five big and three thick-blooded appearances at first glance, he dragged him into his camp with a few words, but he was used to serving him, so he didn't live in an empty room for a while.

He squinted his small sesame eyes and swept Chu Yu from head to toe, and warned the pavilion master to be honest and quiet with his almost invisible eyes.The whole process did not exceed the time it took him to eat a big steamed bun in two bites. In fact, he knew in his heart that even if an ant like him, even if he held up the iron Buddha dust to greet Chu Yu's head, he might not even raise his eyelids. With one click, he can throw himself to the ground in a disgraceful manner.

"Master, this disciple will leave."

Chu Yu watched him go out, turned his head and smiled at him, "Be good, don't do anything with me."

Jing Ran has always been surrounded by this little monk, who used to be able to declare war knowingly when he couldn't hold back his violent temper, but the pavilion master Tai Chi gossiped to stop him.The stick reached his chest, and he was sealed in place by his brilliant tongue.

After all, fights among monks are suppressed by a bunch of ridiculous rules. Chu Yu had found out this point early in the morning, and he was sure of it, and he never missed it.

Hearing the words, Jing Ran smiled at him, fetched a teapot to pour tea for the two of them, and said, "Is this period of time difficult? Or is there some reason for you, Young Master, to drive him to the point where his soul is lost?"

Chu Yu: "He has become more and more rampant recently, and he always has to be suppressed with a soul-enlightening lamp. I am exhausted from burning. If this continues, it is not a long-term solution. Also, I almost exposed my secrets in front of Qiu Sheng. Things, I don't want to tell him now, and then delay."

If you procrastinate any longer, you will go to heaven.

He never uttered these tacit words. No matter what Chu Yu said, he is a mortal. When encountering such a life-and-death dilemma, he would inevitably choose to escape for a short time to deceive himself. The thinner and thinner wrist, he felt for a long time for the faint pulse, but he didn't find out why.

"Please trouble me, my lord, to make a move, and the poor monk to find out the truth." Jing Ran cupped her hands, "Offended."

As soon as the words fell, a handful of iron Buddha dust came out, and the monk used all his strength to hit his head and face, and the attack was seamless without leaving half an inch of life for his subordinates.

It was not without such temptations in the past. Chu Yu held the knife in his hand in a little surprise, his legs curled up on the cushion jumped up, and flew away almost as if they were loaded with springs. Chen calmly broke through the opponent's seemingly impenetrable formation, stood straight to the side, and before Jingran's second attack came, he preemptively shook a finely shattered sword flower. Psychedelicly stabbing him in several places.

The astonishment on Jing Ran's face flashed across, and he raised his hand to take over Chu Yu's move, twisting and coiling like an iron Buddha dust poisonous snake, if it were an ordinary master, he would have easily twisted off half of his arm.

Chu Yu tilted his body and turned somersault along with his strength, and then kept moving his hands, and greeted the bald monk with several knives one after another. The blade came through the air with his strength, almost with the next The murderous aura of blood is about to be seen in seconds.The monk couldn't hold back, and there was no way to retreat—Chu Yu's legs and feet were very fast, and his lightness kungfu was far superior to him. Not only could he not run back, but it also delayed his own kung fu—Tie Fochen scraped out against the force of the long knife. A string of sparks, the two took advantage of the situation to get close to each other.

With Chu Yu's skills, even another Jing Ran can handle the past. The bald donkeys in the temple all learned defensive tactics based on self-protection, while the ones Gu Wei handed over to him were life-threatening killers. The move, the offensive is really fierce, the hatchback is facing each other head-on, the outcome is without any suspense, but Chu Yu couldn't bear the exhaustion of his mind and body, and his mind was unstable, so it was evenly divided for a while.

Jing Ran's purpose of visiting a sick person this time, the corner of his eyes swept across Chu Zhu's pale face, blood dripping from his lips, and he immediately withdrew his hands in a measured manner.

After a few more tricks, I'm afraid that this person will run out of fuel and spray two taels of black blood on him.

Jing Ran lowered her head to look at the knife marks on the iron Buddha dust, and was secretly startled.According to the comparison between this sword mark and the past, the sick man's internal strength has grown a lot, it can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds.

In just a few days, he made such rapid progress, staring at Chu Yu's extremely thin face with his head down and sighing. For other people's children, this may be a good thing to celebrate, but now It is also a poisonous thing that drags down the flesh and blood of the people in front of them.

After mobilizing the strength in the man's muscles and bones, he felt the pulse again at this time, only to notice the abnormality.

The air veins are floating and gentle, and the surface is calm and beautiful, but in fact it is an undercurrent surging, silently hiding some murderous intentions.If according to Jiang Hu doctor's statement, it is probably the pulse condition when a person is dying.

However, the pavilion master is strong and tough, and the time to return to the light must be much longer than others.It's just that no matter how long it is, it's still a dying person, and it won't last for a year or two.

The monk withdrew his hand calmly, and turned to drink tea: "It's very dangerous...but if you want to eradicate it, you can do it."

Chu Yu himself is a stuffy gourd who doesn't express his emotions and anger, so he pays special attention to the minutiae of other people's behavior. He saw the slight trembling of his fingertips when he closed his hand, and he understood a little bit, so he asked : "Master is talking about poisonous bone or?"

Jing Ran naturally understood: "It's all. The poisonous bones are still on the surface. Please ask a good doctor to cleanse the blood and scrape the bones for the young master. With your ability, you will surely be able to bring the dead back to life. As for the matter of leaving the soul, the poor monk is still waiting to talk to the young master in detail. If If you still insist on initiating this sorcery after being clear about it, the poor monk should accompany you."

Chu Yu said seriously: "Please enlighten me, master."

It's not that he has no worries about leaving his soul and soul. He has always known about it before, and he has survived it for 20 years.At that time, I had a general understanding of the ancient books in Cuiwei Pavilion's collection of books, and I knew that the viciousness in it was beyond the imagination of those who have not suffered such hardships.

He has been with that malicious soul for 20 years because he has always been suppressed. Until now, he suddenly realized that in the past, Chu Quan did not use all his strength to fight against him, and he dared to deceive the enemy for more than ten years. Is waiting for a good opportunity.

When Chu Quan's opportunity came, he couldn't just sit idly by. What's more, once Da Yue messed up, it was just a replay of the tragedy that happened hundreds of years ago. He didn't want to see it. The whole world is at peace.

The smell of blood had been simmering in his bones for a long time, and after a long time, he miraculously grew some kindness that ran counter to his original intention.

"Chu Quan borrowed one soul and one soul. The poor monk is confident that he can force the son out of his soul unharmed. This process is not difficult, and it can be completed in one or two hours. At this time, there is no need to use magic to restrain the body. If there is an accident, there should be no danger. It's just that this soul is forced away, and only one soul is left before he stepped into danger. He was suppressed by the spell in Tianyuan Temple and temporarily lost his attack power, but once the young master walks out of my Tianyuan Once the gate of the temple is opened, he will recover quickly and perceive the fact that he has lost his soul, and he may suddenly lose control, and the power will be even worse than before."

Chu Yu frowned, extruding two small wrinkles.

Jing Ran pushed the warm tea in front of him, thought for a while and said in relief: "It's nothing, the poor monk will put some oil on the young master's soul-inspiring lamp later."

Having said this is like not saying it, Chu Yu naturally knows that the lamp oil in Tianyuan Temple is ordinary kerosene, but the soul-enlightening lamp is not an ordinary thing, it burns every drop of his spirit, The kerosene can only expand the light range of the lamp when it is burning. In a word, it only plays the function of lighting, but it is actually useless.

"Thank you, Master." The tea in the cup was replaced with warm black tea. Chu Yu raised his hand and drank it, and said calmly, "I have learned about the general situation in ancient books, Master, don't worry about me."

Jing Ran nodded, and asked: "Young Master, is it because you suspect that the external and internal troubles of Da Yue at this time have something to do with Chu Quan? That's why you are in a hurry...to do this?"

"It's not a suspicion," Chu Yu said, "Behind the coincidence must be a deliberate calculation. He didn't know what trick he used to make the Nanman, Beili, and Western forces invade at the same time. He even knew how to break through the wall and attack the weak point. Long-term attack and short-term, sea power was used... and a few high-ranking traitors were mobilized, as if they were going to overshadow Dai Yue..."

"The salaries of the courtiers of Da Viet have always been reduced, and a little bribe is enough to make those who are not determined to defect. What is your majesty's plan?"

"Peace talks, right now only peace talks can stabilize the situation. But it depends on whether these barbarians understand the principle of accepting as soon as they are good. If they insist on fighting, or their demands for peace talks are too deceitful, Qiu Sheng may be overwhelmed." Fighting vigorously will not end well."

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Da Yue is not easy to be bullied, no matter how strong he is.If it is really urgent, there is no guarantee that Qiu Sheng will not ignore the future troubles and devote all the strength of the whole country to go forward.No matter when and where, it is not a good ending for both sides to suffer.

Even if he wins, what's the point of this victory if he leaves a place where people are devastated?

Chu Yu sighed: "It's best to stop it, and spare time for me to follow the vine, find out the cut point of their cooperation, and break through this gang of mobs one by one, so as to minimize the loss as much as possible."

Jing Ran looked at his indifferent face, which was completely different from the sad heart, and said softly: "Where is Cui Wei, what about Kunlun, sir, don't you care?"

Chu Yu raised his eyebrows to look at him, and then sighed helplessly: "I'm rushing to finish the medical book... I'll wipe off the Chu Qi later, and if I turn around and die in Cuiwei Pavilion, the curse should be broken. "

Jing Ran: "The poor monk who destroyed Chuquan should help him with all his strength, but the young master obviously still has a chance to live, why did he abandon it and be willing to die?"

Chu Yu raised his head and looked at the monk for a moment, then smiled slowly: "Cui Wei fell apart, and the events of the previous generations surfaced day and night. I come and go without any worries, what am I doing alive? It's better to end this life. What can I do for this soul?" The bridge has a good seat."

He reached into his bosom and took out the Soul Initiating Lamp and handed it over: "Master, please."

Jing Ran picked it up, but sat still with her buttocks heavy, until Chu Yu looked suspiciously at him, and then she leisurely shook her bald head and smiled: "Young master is destined to have a deep relationship with Da Yue, and it is Da Yue's." My lord."

Chu Yu twisted his shoulders and sat up straight, feeling that the bald donkey must have nothing good to say next.

"Young master took out the lamp, let's go back to the capital."

as predicted.

Chu Yu didn't know, so he said: "What kind of capital do you want me to go to?"

Jing Ran selectively ignored Chu Yu's stinky face, which showed his attitude clearly, and continued to shake his head: "Young master went to Weizhou to fight, but he didn't feel anything? Da Yue's safety affects the whole body, and you, young master, are all In this vortex, how can you rest assured if you don’t take a good look at it?”

Chu Yu was even more baffled: "What does Da Yue's safety have to do with me?" Isn't the owner of this pavilion a four-good boy who stands up for justice and acts bravely?How did he become a little rabbit whose life was interfered with by Da Yue?

Jing Ran kept shaking: "It is Chu Quan's goal to destroy Da Yue. If the ultimate goal is achieved, it will inevitably cause his emotional turmoil to be difficult to control, and may cause backlash."

"If he achieves his goal, maybe he will be willing to die and stop pestering me?"

"What if he decides to eat your soul to live?"

Chu Yu frowned and looked at Jing Ran, thinking that the bald man was sent by the heavens to trouble him.

This kind of blockage became especially blatant when he thought of the miraculous little emperor Qiu Sheng, and Chu Yu took a few breaths before he could suffocate himself: "Master, even if I go back to the capital, I'm afraid it won't help , and will follow behind the Royal Hospital to cause trouble for others."

"Young master does not have the only way to go to the Royal Hospital," Jing Ran said, "The poor monk suggested that you should change your appearance before entering the capital. You just hang around in the capital, and you will naturally have a chance to be useful to you."

Tianyuan Pavilion knows the heavens and the earth, the past, present and future, there are no secrets here.

Chu Yu rubbed his face: "What's the matter with Yi?" Could it be that he dislikes the owner of the pavilion and isn't handsome enough?

"My son is returning to Beijing with his original appearance, I'm afraid he will be wanted by the whole city."

"wanted?"

Jing Ran glanced at him, saw that Monk Zhang Er's puzzled confusion on Chu Yu's face didn't seem to be pretending, so he said frankly: "It's really a noble person who forgets things a lot, young master, don't you remember what you did in the palace? His Majesty wants you all over the city?"

Chu Yu: "..."

Seeing his embarrassment, the bald donkey in front of him smiled more and more unfathomably. He squeezed out the old crooked creases on his face, revealing his indecent big yellow teeth. He greeted Chu Yu.

Although Jing Ran is a generation of eminent monks, he looks like a mangy old dog when he smiles.

This bald dipper knew how to bully him, so he was too lazy to do anything. Day after day, he pushed his nose on his face, Chu Yu raised his head to the sky and screamed three times, and continued to bow his head helplessly to accept the baptism of his little tongue.

"I understand what the master means." Chu Yu said with a feeling of exhaustion, "I have to go back to the Cuiwei Pavilion before going to the capital. I think I will have free time on the way. How about setting a time to perform the art of leaving the soul?"

"Cuiwei Pavilion?" Jing Ran mercifully put away his beautiful little tongue, with a slightly serious expression, "Could it be that you suspect..."

This old bald donkey is annoying, but it is easy to talk, Chu Yu nodded and said: "Yes, Beili is a barren land, where can I find so many sulfur charcoal wood and soap medicine water chestnut? As far as I know, among the three places in Beili, Nanman, and Central Plains, only Kunlun Mountain produces these two things. They can produce so much red blood, and the amount used must not be small... Cui Wei and I will not be aware of it If it is not for this person who can hide himself and hide hundreds of catties by the way, there is an inner ghost in Kunlun Mountain, and the inside should cooperate with the outside. Cui Wei is only on duty in Kunlun Mountain when he is on duty for investigation. people know."

"or?"

Chu Yu cast a glance at him, thinking that this person is a god descending from the mortal world, maybe even his body structure is different from ordinary people: "Or it was made by Beili himself. Both sulfur charcoal wood and soap medicine water chestnut grow on a kind of ancient tree—— —Under Nansulphur, it is formed by the action of tree roots and soil all year round. The whole process takes decades, and the output of a tree is very small, and it is only as big as a palm at one time. It is possible to create so much red blood."

Jing Ran was silent, he could guess what Chu Yu hadn't finished speaking.If Beili really planted it himself, he must have planned today's war decades ago. In this way, the opponent has been preparing for this battle for decades, and it is impossible to deal with it as easily as imagined.

The great victory in Weizhou might be one of the traps.

After guessing and speculating, there are only these two options in front of him at the moment, no matter which one it is, it will make Chu Yu suffocate so hard that he can hardly speak.

He remained expressionless for a moment, then raised his head, and regained his immovable smiling face: "Please trouble Master to find some pens and paper, I will write a letter to Qiu Sheng."

The Northwest Army is definitely not done once and for all. This conspiracy that has been intensively planned for decades is just the tip of the iceberg. Even he can hardly imagine how terrifying the thick ice under the sea is.

And the imperial palace, thousands of miles away, wished that it would be a mess on the day Qiu Sheng fainted. Even though Jiang Chen tried his best to appease the officials, but he was an unarmed old man, and his words were not convincing at all. When rumors such as "Weixing has lost its light" and "Da Viet is at stake" were flying all over the capital, the Lord Long Live in the brocade quilt finally opened his eyes.

His body, which was not used to sleeping on the soft bed, was sore. At this time, it had been two full days and two nights since he fell asleep.