I'm afraid of myself

From the current point of view, He Jinyang's cultivation is all placed on the golden finger of the system. The system has indeed achieved the effect of punishing He Jinyang by shutting down the possession program. .

Eyes lifted tremblingly, and he glanced lightly at Ji Wuxia, Xie Yanlai and the others. He lowered his eyes silently, and he didn't say anything about his problem.

That night, He Jinyang didn't need to go to hell immediately, there were still many things to prepare, so He Jinyang appreciated the night sky belonging to the outside world for the first time after leaving Tianbang.

The Milky Way hangs upside down into a star-studded scene, and a silver train shakes and hangs down, straight to the end of the twilight of the sky and the earth.

He Jinyang stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back for a long time, when a sound of footsteps came from behind.

The wind under the cliff can't disturb his hair and robe, but it can shake his expression.

"He Jinyang."

He Jinyang turned around: "Thank you Yanlai."

The voices of the two matched perfectly.

Xie Yanlai looked admiringly at the long body standing sideways, like a jade tree hanging on the xuan, exuding the color of glass, mysterious and subtle words, He Jinyang, the way to become a Taoist, the Buddha of the Buddha, in his heart, He Jinyang is his jade tree, he His quips, his Tao, his Buddha.

If the demon is tempted, it is to induce the ninety-five love calamities.

Love is born, although it is ridiculous, but this is the way.

A monk pursues the avenue of his life, becomes a saint by breaking through, and becomes a god if he can't be broken.

Because of this obvious reason, He Jinyang looked away as soon as he made eye contact with him.

"How did you come?"

Xie Yanlai took a step forward, "Can't I come?"

"..." He Jinyang was silent for a moment, "Since you are here, is it because Ji Wuxia has anything else to tell you?"

Xie Yanlai shook her head, and stepped forward in the second step, "Can't it be that I want to come to you?"

He Jinyang was completely speechless.

Xie Yanlai took the third step to come to He Jinyang's side, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and forced him to raise his head. He Jinyang had to face up to the complex friendship with blood red eyes sinking into the vast river.

"What exactly do you think of me?" Xie Yanlai said sarcastically, "I have talked to Ji Wuxia, you don't need to go through a laborious reincarnation for a 'stranger', I have nothing to do with you!"

In the final analysis, Xie Yanlai is not a fool.

Ji Wuxia begged He Jinyang for herself, not without being moved, but after a moment of moving, questions followed.

What kind of relationship made Ji Wuxia use "beg" so confidently.

It's not that you can't ask, but it's not in line with Ji Wuxia's habits. He can be intimidating, he can be generous, but what must be mentioned is that Emperor Mei Xue has never asked anyone in his life!

From Xie Yanlai's own perspective, he didn't think it was worthwhile for Ji Wuxia to break the rules and do so.

Then, quite normally, some subtleties in the conversation couldn't help him not to notice.

Including Ji Wuxia's so-called "deep love", including the "deep love" that He Jinyang responded to.

For a long time, He Jinyang lived in the rumors of a third party. Xie Yanlai hadn't thought about the distortion of the rumors, but it was undeniable that he had a sense of arrogance.

Just think about it, is there anyone in the world more worthy of admiration than Xie Yanlai?

He won't be so arrogant that the whole world will fall in love with him, but since he can say he likes him, there can be no other result.

This is his self-confidence, but also his ego.

But today, when he learned from Ji Wuxia that everything was a "misunderstanding" by means of ruthless methods, he really wanted to kill He Jinyang.

Love desires its life, hate desires its death.

The feelings of the Yaozu are not more than the interpretation of this sentence, but they are not less.

Once hatred is born, it will be difficult to get rid of in this life.

But when he passed through the dark woods that seemed to reflect the emotions in his heart, he saw that figure at a glance, and he realized that resentment was like thin snow in the sun, and it disappeared quickly. Sour, at this moment he realized that the hatred in his life is not as good as this person's glance.

The hatred that belongs to the demon clan will turn into a curse of dry bones after death, and instantly dissipates into a bitter taste in the eyes of the lover.

Can't wait.

The established facts were subverted again, even if he was as strong as Xie Yanlai, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

"He Jinyang, who do you think I am?"

Even though I know that you have never loved me in the truth, but why did you accept Xia Ji Wuxia's request?

Ji Wuxia invited you to help me with the fact that you once "admired" me, but you knew his intentions and still agreed, do you know?This practice of leaving people hope will only make people mad with hatred.

He Jinyang glanced at him, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, he said: "Ji Wuxia wants to ask me for help, the only thing he can offer is my apology, no matter what, Yuantu, Abi, is my promise after being responsible for myself back then , deep love, or no deep love, the two swords belong to your hands, and the sand between your fingers is scattered."

"What a fine word!"

Xie Yanlai shouted sharply with red eyes.

He Jinyang glanced at him lightly, turned around, and looked down the misty cliff. The green pines growing obliquely on the cliff were covered with misty flowers, blooming quietly in the dark night, just like the sadness in Xie Yanlai's heart at this time, that was never before. Crying rain can make people empathize.

"Thank you Yan for coming."

He sighed.

Xie Yanlai sneered, his eyebrows were wild and coquettish, noble and arrogant in his eyebrows, his handsomeness gave birth to a strange look.

"He Jinyang, who do you think I am?"

He Jinyang was not allowed to evade and answer, He Jinyang lowered his eyes and said: "The Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, one of the top ten demon emperors of the Demonic Dao, a high-ranking figure."

Xie Yanlai suddenly recalled He Jinyang's evaluation of him several times.

Xie Yanlai, the Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, is truly a legendary figure.

They are rats, you are a dragon among men.

……

So, is that what it meant?

Smiling sadly, Xie Yanlai brushed off his sleeves and left, resolute in his steps. However, he only needed to look back at this moment, and he could see a streamer flashing in the eyes of He Jinyang, whose emotions were getting thinner, which was more emotional than his expression anytime and anywhere.

When there was only one person left on the cliff, even the sound of the wind was empty.

He Jinyang didn't bother to tidy up the strands of long hair that were hanging down. The ink-colored hair on both sides of the slanted forehead had already fallen naturally, covering half of the corners of the eyes, and put away the low and inaudible sigh.

"You are Xie Yanlai."

The last sound drifted far away in the wind, and no second person would hear it until the universe was opened again, because it was already shattered in the wind.

Ji Wuxia's intention was so clear that it couldn't be more clear. He didn't mean to destroy the relationship between He Jinyang and Xie Yanlai, but it was a mistake.

In his mind, these two people seem to be deeply in love, but in fact, the way of getting along without any ambiguity is not a long-term solution at all. It is better to make it clear at once and let them re-examine each other, especially now that it is clear that Xie Yan is here. It's hot, if you keep going, you guys will suffer!

Let him explain that although Yan Lai's reaction will be a little bigger, the heartache will not be worse than being pointed out by He Jinyang himself.

Second, it was also the tacit agreement he reached with He Jinyang.

He Jinyang is currently the only person who has the means to get two swords to cure Xie Yanlai. It is better to kill two birds with one stone. With this relationship that has no results at all, ask him to take action and sweep away the haze. Whether it is divided or reconciled, Xie Yanlai will get benefits Now, He Jinyang himself doesn't need to face this marriage lawsuit that was tacitly accepted by everyone.

And from Ji Wuxia's point of view, the fate of He Jinyang and Xie Yanlai is a bit predestined no matter how you look at it, and it won't change much if he intervenes a little. Take the high road.

It is undeniable that Xie Yanlai and He Jinyang lived separately in the dictation of a third party before, and it would be best to end this mostly subjective relationship.

But if you make a move, you won't know if there is any.

Ji Wuxia, why not insist that the two of them sat obediently at the side, sneaking a look at Xie Yanlai, who was resting comfortably on the soft bed with her face on the side and closing her eyes, a frightened atmosphere spread around for some reason.

Ji Wuxia, who was the first to speak, called out cautiously: "Yan Lai...you won't blame me, will you?"

Xie Yanlai snorted softly, "Huh?"

Ji Wuxia let out a "hiss", and honestly recruited.

"I don't think He Jinyang has deep feelings for you, so I thought about it and thought this is an opportunity. My plan before was about feelings. Whoever is tempted first, if you are not tempted, even if you don't do anything, you will naturally feel that you are I owe the other party, so I can take advantage of this opportunity. You see how special he is! Counting on my fingers, I really can’t find a more suitable person than him. How can I get him to help me willingly? It’s not the most convenient and quick way to get him to help. Is it? It's just... I didn't expect your reaction to be so big..."

Xie Yanlai's voice seemed to float into the chaotic void and then float back, "I'm overreacted?" Leng Mei, who was as cold as Ji Wuxia, was stunned and dared not say a word.

Turning his eyes to He Bujian, Xie Yanlai sneered: "What about you? What are you hiding from me?"

Why don't you hold back your heart and shout righteously: "No! Absolutely not! I'm not the guy next to me, I never lied to you!"

Ji Wuxia was innocently shot, and immediately became unhappy.

"Yes, you're not lying, you're hiding it, the art of language is pretty good, right? Don't forget to show your support."

Why not stubborn: "..."

With Ji Wuxia on the back, why don't language artists stubbornly look at each other, "Huh!" Looking at each other with disgust.

Xie Yanlai touched the center of his eyebrows, feeling that his heart ached so much, why should he, who is broken in love, not be free even for a moment?

"Enough, what are you doing here?"

Ji Wuxia blinked, lowered her head and confessed, "I'm not afraid that what I did would make you unhappy...Did I come to see you specially? To be honest, I really think this is the best way, so that the past is written off and no one owes anyone , Isn’t that what karma is like?”

What he said was correct, but Xie Yanlai waved the air in front of her in annoyance, waited until her breathing became better, and said coldly: "Aren't you the one who contributed to the flames at that time? It's cause and effect, why didn't you have a share?"

With Ji Wuxia's innocent face, it's absolutely impossible to say that he didn't plan at the time until now, but can anyone catch his braid?No.

So, all the people around He Jinyang are shrewd people, and if they accidentally went into the sea, it's no wonder others.

Xie Yanlai shook her head: "Since it's been made clear, I won't be entangled, it's just you, so you can take care of yourself."

Ji Wuxia's heart suddenly popped up, and she asked tentatively, "Why?"

Xie Yanlai glanced at him amusedly, "You think he won't notice if I trick him?"

"Although He Jinyang is not a person who must repay his flaws, but..." Why not stubbornly explain on Xie Yan's behalf, and look at Ji Wuxia, whose face turns blue and white together, "Thunder is the right way to move."

It means that the silence is like an abyss, and the movement is like thunder. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. He Jinyang is a person like He Jinyang who can't see the depth of the water and the shallowness of the water.

Ji Wuxia opened his mouth, suddenly he had nothing to say, if he was pecked by geese all year round, he would bear it, it was because of his lack of strength.

Seeing that Ji Wuxia has adjusted so quickly, why not shake his head stubbornly, touch the carved handrail in his hand, and no longer lean back tremblingly in his sitting position, and let his eyes go blank on the roof of Xie Yanlai's resting room.

The rotating crystal top is inlaid with pearls the size of longan. The combined phoenix has a crystal-clear fire-colored plumage. The surrounding gauze curtains, carved beams and wooden buildings are all good materials and rare. His gaze was fixed on a string of coral beads, and his expression became suppressed visible to the naked eye.

"You say, will He Jinyang's trip be successful?"

Ji Wuxia looked at him strangely: "How can it be unsuccessful? He is the son of great luck. As long as the ancestor of Honghe is not stupid, he will not confront him head-on. To be an enemy of him is to be an enemy of the entire plane. Although he is a veteran Holy, the strength is astonishing, but he is not a demon who will destroy the world at every turn, He Jinyang is also a mysterious and unpredictable figure, how many methods he has, you and I can't tell, don't worry about it for no reason."

"Is that so..."

Why Buwan still looked very worried, Ji Wuxia had no choice but to continue to comfort him.

"Actually think about it, it's you who should be worried. We all know that although He Jinyang promised me, in fact he didn't owe us much. When it comes to cause and effect, it's mostly nonsense. It's a joke when you say it. Forget it, the key is still Yan Lai's injury, Yuan Tu got his hands, Phoenix Nirvana, Abi Pen Holder, Suzaku Tiannan, isn't it too risky to execute the Four Elephant Seal without getting back the two swords?"

After learning from He Bujian and the others that those things happened in the Tianbang, Ji Wuxia has been thinking about it, and today he can be regarded as asking the question well.

"A basalt with only a soul but no body."

Why not smile wryly.

"A Suzaku with a chronic illness."

Xie Yanlai squinted over.

Ji Wuxia snapped her fingers, "There are two white tigers and blue dragons who have just awakened and are not very skilled. In my opinion, you people don't seem to be exorcising demons, but to deliver food, oops!"

Why not stubbornly withdraw the hand that knocked on the head, and said with a blank expression: "Can you say something nice!"

Ji Wuxia pressed the beaten part with her fingertips and muttered, "Isn't it just a crow's mouth?"

"Why don't you be stubborn, by this time, he should have already reached the underworld." Xie Yanlai who had been silently listening to their "fighting" suddenly said, why not be stubborn and Ji Wuxia calmed down reflexively.

After a while, why not nodded stubbornly and said: "Well, the Nine-curved Reincarnation Mirror, which was thought to be hard to find, has left a lot of effort in He Jinyang's hands. At this time, he should have set foot on the bank of Huangquan River and witnessed the location of Meng Pozhuang."

On the bank of the Huangquan River, flowers bloom on the other bank. At Meng Po's village, a woman in thick clothes with colorful colors draws water to make soup.

Just as He Jinyang said, passing the Sansheng Bridge, he saw the villa built beside the bridge by the water.

The woman holds a bracelet on her wrist. She has a slender figure. The curvy train that wraps her body forms three folds of fishtails. It blooms like petals. The color is rich and colorful. It is the color of flying sandalwood. The color is beautiful and refined. Seeing He Jinyang coming, she scoops it up The soup is served in a bowl.

"Give."

He Jinyang lowered his head and looked at the waves of maroon soup in the clay-fired tea bowl on the simple wooden board.

"Girl, I don't want to forget."

Xu Shi was used to this kind of words, the stunning woman raised her head, her light eyes were like butterflies in the mist, she couldn't trace her, she couldn't find the end, only a gentle and long arc reverberated in her heart.

It was only then that He Jinyang discovered that this woman had bright eyes that were rippling like water, and there was always a thread of melancholy crossing the brows and the end of the eyes, looking forward to lovesickness.

Woman: "Remember, remember, I see that there is no one around you, and it seems that you are the only one who remembers."

……

I didn't expect the woman to speak so honestly, so vulgar and elegant that I couldn't find the rough place.

He Jinyang touched his nose with a wry smile, but still didn't pick up the bowl.

"Dare to ask the girl's name?"

The woman gave him a lazy look.

"The slave is Meng Po."

The soup is sold on the bridge, and the name of the soup is Meng Po, who has forgotten her life.

He Jinyang secretly thought that sure enough, he looked at her again with a serious expression.

"I'm still a living person, and it's not time to drink Mengpo soup."

Granny Meng chuckled and stirred the soup in hand, "It's a matter of morning and evening."

"..."

It's a matter of time, but I don't think I'm too late yet.

Feeling that he was dawdling, Granny Meng raised her thick and flying eyelashes, revealing her rippling eyes.

"Don't blame me for saying you. Most of the time in the world is meaningful when you are alive. Suffering is suffering, sorrow is sorrowful, love is not, hate is hard to leave, what is the living? Where is the dead at ease? And the dead, there is no one. After a bowl of Mengpo soup, the soul is comfortable."

"Forgetting life, death, forgetting everything is empty, turning back empty, no more pain, sorrow, and injury."

Granny Meng's voice fell into He Jinyang's ears, and it became a sweet taste like a dream, tempting him to drink the bowl of soup in front of him, as if after drinking it, he would never experience the pain of life and death again, achieve the bliss of life, and deserve happiness people.

However, Po Meng watched the man's outstretched hand stop and fell to the side of the bowl. Before Po Meng's brows stood on end and she lost her patience, the man's deep and gentle sound of blowing the breeze echoed at the gate of Po Meng's village.

"Is it the same for Miss Meng? Let go of life and death, let go of crying and worry, let go of not being able to love, hate not being able to leave, let go of... the person in your heart?"

"...Who knows?"

Granny Meng suddenly lost her energy and collapsed on the broken rocking chair made of a few logs, humming an unknown tune, and didn't bother to pay attention to the big living person in front of her.

He Jinyang clasped his hands, "Thank you for letting me go." Then the footsteps went further and further away.

Granny Meng waved her fan, thinking of the person who promised to come to see her in Huangquan back then, now that hundreds of thousands of years have passed, she has not even seen his soul, tsk, who made that person look like that?She just had to wait any longer. After all, her patience was better than his.

He Jinyang walked through the luxuriant flower path on the other side, and stopped in front of a gate. In front of the gate sat a monk in plain clothes and hairless, with a big cat lying on his feet.

The big cat shook its ears lazily when He Jinyang arrived, and opened one eye to look at him. The monk woke up earlier than the big cat, so he smiled at this moment.

"Where does the donor come from?"

He Jinyang clasped his palms together and bowed slightly.

"From the realm of the living."

The monk smiled: "Where are you going?"

He Jinyang bowed again, "Go to Shura Road."

The monk shook his head, "At the foot of the poor monk, there are Bodhi lotus seeds, a pool of merit and virtue, and there are thousands of spiritual mountains on it, and the retribution of all living beings. In front of you are evil ghosts in hell, suffering and evil karma. You stay here. There are things you need and things you want. , there is something that needs you, stay here, all kinds of hard work have nothing to do with you, you can't taste the pain of empty hair, you can't taste the pain of no food and no fate, you can't taste the pain of closeness, love and hatred, face my Buddha, my Buddha is merciful, Amitabha Buddha. "

He Jinyang listened to the master chanting the Buddha's name and thought about the meaning of his words.

What is needed is about the Bodhi lotus seeds, the treasure pool of merit and virtue, that is, the wealth and bliss that the world seeks, the spiritual mountains, the retribution of all living beings, and most of them express the bright future, so it is what is needed, the last thing that needs you, It is to cross people and to cross oneself.

As he said, there is no chance for all the hard work.

No need to experience the suffering of having nowhere to rely on the spirit. When the spirit is rich, because there are evil spirits to escape, there are things to do, and there is no need to worry about the fate of food. Praise of the Buddhas in Daleiyin Temple. My Buddha, my Buddha is merciful, the three thousand threads of affliction are cut off, and after letting go, I can be peaceful and blissful.

After reading all kinds of Zen gatha, one by one, the identity of the monk in front of me is ready to be revealed.

"Nanwu Jiuhua Mountain Nether Realm Great Vow Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva."

As He Jinyang said the name, the Buddha's light was victorious in front of him, a radiant and precious image, covered with glass color, all deeds were false, looking through suffering, crossing, and the shadow of evil replaced the peaceful and smiling monk, and the lazy big cat became The gods and beasts with different phases and different flowers are listening, surrounded by wonderful female Sanskrit sounds, golden lotus blossoms, and the golden light of merit is as big as a pagoda.

"Idiot, are you willing to follow me to Foshan and listen to my Buddha's wonderful teachings."

The benevolent voice of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of Nanwu Dayuan reverberates in the ears through various appearances. The Buddha's voice of compassion strikes the heart lake, and the lake of mirror hanging in the bottom of the heart ripples, which can hardly be suppressed.

He Jinyang knew that if he could not pass this test, he would not be able to achieve his wish, so he raised his head and said to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: "Cross me, others, myself, I will pass myself."

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s voice was broad and clear but did not disturb anyone or anything on the border of hell. The gentle Buddha’s voice washed the soul with compassion. In a short period of time, another evil ghost with bloody eyes and tears entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Hearing He Jinyang's answer, he nodded and said nothing. The next time He Jinyang blinked, what kind of Buddha's light, what kind of vision, what kind of monk, there was only a gate of evil spirits carved with millions of hideous faces standing in front of him, and he was just one step away. To go to hell.

He hurriedly retracted his feet, secretly thinking that it was very dangerous, He Jinyang took a last look at this place where he met the Buddha, shook his head, and continued to walk forward.