This seat is a villain

The little novice lay down in front of the table, blinking his big eyes and staring at the old monk's hand intently.

The old monk's face was wrinkled like a piece of dried old elm bark, but his hands were surprisingly slender and clean.He was sitting on the broken futon with his back hunched, if it wasn't for the fact that he was playing with a tortoise shell in his hand at this moment, he would have already gone west.

The little novice watched for a while, but soon lost interest. What the master is playing now is the most common tortoise shell divination.

Years ago, the young novice monk traveled with his master. He originally thought that he would be able to enjoy the scenery of Kyushu all the way during this trip.Unexpectedly, after coming to the middle of Shu, Master somehow found such a dilapidated temple in this deep mountain and old forest.

The master and apprentice cleaned up and stayed here.The little novice thought it was just a temporary stop, but he never left after staying there.

The old monk squinted his triangular eyes and wrote on the turtle shell. The pen in his hand was dug out from some corner, and it was so bald that only a few scattered hairs remained.

The little novice was stunned for a while, and asked boredly: "Master, when can we go back to Erythronia?"

The old monk threw the tortoise shell with written characters into the brazier at the side, and then said in a coaxing tone, "Why, do you miss my brothers?"

"No." The little novice lay on the ground without rules and sighed faintly: "It's very boring here."

Ever since he settled down in Sichuan, the master has been studying these messy gadgets every day, and he has made himself into such a picture—the little novice secretly looked at the master's face at the moment, and thought to himself: the loess buried up to the neck appearance.

The little novice thought for a while, and continued: "My father wrote a letter a month ago, saying that if we don't return to Zaitong for the time being, he can build us a spacious temple in the town at the foot of the mountain."

"Disciple." The old monk distractedly glanced at the little novice, his eyes were clearer than ever before: "You are already a monk."

The little novice twitched his lips and lazily turned over.He looked at the mountains in the distance, his eyelids were getting heavy, and he was about to fall asleep.

At this time, a figure floated outside the bamboo curtain, and a young man walked in through the curtain.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the little novice knew who was coming. This person touched the mountain by himself a few days ago, and then stayed with them with a stern face and did not leave.

As soon as Lin Jinhuan entered the door and saw the little novice lying sprawled on the ground, he knew that this kid was playing a rascal again.In order to avoid being entangled by this silly boy, he carefully stepped over the fleshy body of the young monk, and placed a stack of copied scriptures in front of the old monk's desk.

From the corner of the eye of the old monk, he saw Lin Jinhuan approaching, the sporadic look in his eyes quickly disappeared, and the two eyeballs were as cloudy as dust.

As if he didn't see Lin Jinhuan, he stared at the tortoise shell in the fire without squinting.

Through this period of getting along, Lin Jinhuan has a somewhat understanding of the old monk's temper.He neither felt neglected nor annoyed, instead he leaned aside with great interest and looked at the burning brazier with the old monk.

After a while, the old monk stretched out two fingers and took the turtle shell out of the brazier with his bare hands.Lin Jinhuan accidentally caught a glimpse of the words written on the tortoise shell, and was a little surprised. He couldn't help asking, "Lingxu Illusion Realm? Are you trying to calculate the location of Lingxu Illusion Realm?"

The old monk turned a deaf ear to Lin Jinhuan's words. He tremblingly raised the tortoise shell to his eyes, staring at the cracks on the shell with his dim eyes.

A meandering crack burst out of the shell, splitting the writing on the tortoise shell in half.

Armor piercing with horizontal stripes, very fierce.

According to legend, there is a mirror in the illusion of Lingxu, and anyone you want to meet can be found in the mirror.It's just that this Lingxu illusion is only opened twice a year, and its location is erratic.Where this year's illusion is located and when it will open are unknown.

Not to mention that Lingxu Illusory Realm is a half-fairyland, and mortals have to survive nine thunders before entering it.Look at the skinny body of the old monk—not to mention the nine thunders, as long as the tip of the tail of the sky thunders lightly, it is enough for him to pass through the cycle of reincarnation.

At that time, Lin Jinhuan was open-minded and open-minded, and he didn't know the pain in the world that he couldn't swallow whole.He saw that the old monk had practiced for a lifetime, but he couldn't bear to break his obsession. He was pinning his hopes on these illusory things, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

So he said to the old monk: "Who is the master looking for? I have some contacts in my family. Maybe I can help you find out."

The old monk didn't speak when he heard the words. He lowered his head and stared at the tortoise shell quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, the snoring sounded, and Lin Jinhuan realized that the old monk had fallen asleep sitting up again.

One day many years later, Lin Jinhuan, after chasing his soul again to no avail, suddenly remembered how the old monk did divination in front of the case that day.

It turns out that I don't have a mind that transcends ordinary people. After experiencing countless times of failed wishes, I will pin my hopes on depicting gods and ghosts.

That night Lin Jinhuan made a special trip to Jialou Mountain.He came to the top of the mountain in his memory, and walked up the mountain alone along the long stone steps.

But in just a few years, there is no trace of the old monk at the end of the stairs.

At that time, Lin Jinhuan was already the master of the Nine Heavens Gate. After several twists and turns, he still found the whereabouts of Lingxu Illusory Realm.

This year's Lingxu Illusion is nowhere else, it just happens to be floating on Lihai outside the Great Wilderness.Far out of bounds from the sea, almost an inaccessible place.According to legend, there are sea beasts in and out of the sea. Throughout the ages, there have been many people who did not believe in evil, and most of them ended up with no return.

Regardless of Jinyi's obstruction, Lin Jinhuan insisted on sailing into Lihai.He slashed down the sea beasts all the way, survived nine thunderstorms, and then stepped on the steps formed by the sea water, and climbed up to Lingxu Illusion with his last breath.

But there was nothing in the mirror, the person he was looking for was not in the five elements, nor in the six realms.

Jin Yi heard that Lin Jinhuan had gone to the Lingxu Illusionary Realm, so in a hurry, she personally led people to the Great Wilderness.She was jumping anxiously outside the wilderness, but she was still unable to take a step.

Jinyi waited for more than ten days at Lihai, but there was no news from Lin Jinhuan.It was only when all thoughts were lost that she waited for Lin Jinhuan whose life was hanging by a thread.

Most likely, Lingxu Illusory Realm couldn't bear him to return empty-handed, and mercifully bestowed him with a gentle dream.Lin Jinhuan sank in the illusion for more than half a year, until Jinyi exhausted all available methods on Jialou Mountain, and he woke up in a lonely night.

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Another year when the melons and fruits were ripe, Xue Yao stood under the big tree outside the school with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the yellow goose pears on the branches.

With a "squeak", the door opened.A group of little ghosts rushed out of the school like mud monkeys with their heads off.Lin Jinhuan followed behind like an old lady, and as soon as he stepped out the door, he saw Xue Yao not far away.

After seeing off the last student, Lin Jinhuan walked up to Xue Yao and asked, "Why are you here today?"

Xue Yao turned around and said in a serious manner: "I miss you, I'll pick you up from school."

Those eyes flicked slightly, looking like a full-fledged libertine.

Don't look at the size of this goose pear is not small, and the appearance is not bad, but it is not appetizing, and the taste is very bland.Xue Yao and Lin Jinhuan stood together under the tree and decided to pick a few to make incense.

Xue Yao and Lin Jinhuan have lived together for many years, and they have been influenced by their ears and eyes every day. Unknowingly, they also have some interest in Xiangdao.Before going to bed, he pulled Lin Jinhuan to sit down on the Arhat bed, and decided to make a furnace of incense by himself tonight.

Xue Yao is good at fighting and killing, but he is a bit clumsy when he does delicate work.Lin Jinhuan sat aside and watched helplessly as he dug up a few goose pears and knocked over the powder all over the floor.

Xue Yao held up a goose pear that he had dug with great difficulty in front of Lin Jinhuan, and asked, "Is it all right to fill in the agarwood powder like this?"

Lin Jinhuan didn't answer. He stared at Xue Yao in front of him in a daze, feeling a little dazed for a while.After so many years, he was often not sure if he was still in the dream woven for him by Lingxu illusion.

When Xue Yao saw Lin Jinhuan's expression, he knew what he was thinking.He sighed in his heart, put down the pear he had dug a hole in his hand, and took Lin Jinhuan's hand and pressed it to his face.

Xue Yao looked at Lin Jinhuan and asked, "Touch it, is it hot?"

Lin Jinhuan bent his fingers obediently, and gently stroked Xue Yao's face.The tentacles are warm, and it is a living person.

Xue Yao grabbed Lin Jinhuan's hand and moved it to his lips.He lowered his head, and pecked lightly on Lin Jinhuan's finger carefully.

Lin Jinhuan trembled all over, subconsciously wanting to withdraw his hand.Xue Yao firmly grasped his hand, and pressed his lips together again.

This kiss crossed Lin Jinhuan's fingertips, crossed the back of his hand, and finally landed on Lin Jinhuan's scarred wrist.

Lin Jinhuan shivered imperceptibly as the warm lips and tongue stuck to the scars of years.

Xue Yao raised his head to look at Lin Jinhuan, then lowered his head again, and bit the raised scar unceremoniously.

Lin Jinhuan didn't move, letting Xue Yao bite his veins.

"Does it hurt?" Xue Yao asked vaguely.

Lin Jinhuan nodded, curling his fingers slightly.

Only then did Xue Yao let go, but fortunately, he was still a little bit measured, and he didn't bite Lin Jinhuan to bleed, but left a circle of tooth marks on his wrist.

Xue Yao stretched out a finger, pressed the tooth mark that he had bitten out, and said to Lin Jinhuan: "See clearly, this scar was bitten by me. You are not dreaming, and this place is not some illusion."

As Xue Yao's fingertips glowed with a faint green light, the bright red tooth marks gradually faded, as if melting into those criss-crossing scars.

"You are a dog." Lin Jinhuan finally came to his senses, and when he spoke again, there was a little water vapor in his voice.

Xue Yao turned over and threw Lin Jinhuan to the ground, looking down at him.Xue Yao's full head of black hair fell loose and fell on Lin Jinhuan's cheeks, and the ends of their hair were completely entangled.

Xue Yao had completely lost interest in making incense now, so he raised his hand to cover Lin Jinhuan's eyes, and gently placed a kiss on his lips.

"Relax and sleep." Xue Yao said to Lin Jinhuan, "I'll still be here when I wake up."

The author has something to say:

The first half of the plot guides Chapter 46 in the middle volume.After the heavy snow appeared, Xiaolin left Jialou Mountain and practiced with an old monk in a small ruined temple near Jiutianmen.

There are also hints in it. I don’t know if you have noticed that the old monk and the young novice monk were Master Jingming and the young monk Shanzhen.