This seat is a villain

Early the next morning, Lin Jinhuan brought Jin Yi into the Lotus Hall.Lianxi Hall is a building built on the rock wall of Chiyan Peak, located in the forbidden area of ​​Jiutian Gate.

This place is heavily guarded, and idlers are not allowed to enter at will.

Pass through the gate and walk along a long path to the hall.It turned out that the inside of the mountain was hollowed out, and the whole mountain was dug into a huge altar, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time.

The altar is brightly lit, and seven statues of gods are enshrined in the center.This statue is hundreds of feet tall, and people can't help but feel awe when they look at it.

These seven statues represent greed, anger, ignorance, anger, sorrow, and jealousy, which are the source of all suffering in the world.

As soon as Lin Jinhuan entered the altar, an ominous purple mark appeared on his forehead instantly.The gushing demonic energy almost made him stagger.

Jin Yi on the side hurriedly took a step forward and reached out to help, Lin Jinhuan waved his hand and walked towards the altar by himself.

Lin Jinhuan stood under the statue and looked up, only then did he know what Yanqing meant when the statue "moved from time to time".

Although the names of these seven gods are not very pleasant, they are not actually hideous.Sometimes Lin Jinhuan could still see a little compassion from their faces.But now the original calm face of the idol is replaced by expressions of sadness, crying, anger, and resentment, which looks a little creepy at first glance.

Lin Jinhuan stood silently in front of the statue, speechless for a long time.Lin Jinyi on the side looked at Lin Jinhuan, then turned her gaze to the statue and said, "The power of the Nine Heavens Sect comes from the evil gods of the seven directions, and you cannot change it. You are dependent on each other and restrain each other. I know that you have never been willing to take advantage of each other before. The art of mending, but at least you still had Guan Shanyu to suppress the demonic energy. Who told you, an unfilial son who is blinded by color, to give Guan Shanyu to that..."

Lin Jinhuan turned his head and glanced at Jin Yi, Jin Yi silently closed his mouth, and made a "sewing" gesture on his mouth as if begging for mercy.But she really couldn't vomit in her heart, and said boldly: "I can't hold back these ancestors, all of us have to finish playing. Anyway, you have to smoke if you smoke, or you have to smoke if you don't." After finishing speaking, Jin Yi looked up at the ceiling again, pretending that those words just now were not said by herself, she was just a breathing mallet.

Lin Jinhuan felt that Jinyi's pretentiousness was a little funny, and he said jokingly, "Well, it's such a heinous thing, it's so wretched that you said it."

The fact that the devilish energy of the seven evil gods backfired on the host is evil enough, and what is even more evil is that the true energy of a person who has a pure mind and a good heart can suppress the devilish energy, which is really very vicious.

"It's different today, you really think I'm as naive as I was when I was a teenager." Lin Jinhuan said calmly, and seemed to be feeling sincerely after speaking: "Human life is nothing, it's just an ant."

Jin Yi couldn't bear to recall how he was when he was a teenager, and hurriedly followed the pole to drag the topic away: "I don't care about the rest anyway, let Yanqing pick ten or eight good ones and send them to your room tonight?"

Lin Jinhuan was laughed angrily by Jin Yi, interrupted her and said: "Okay, okay, it's none of your business, ten or eight, you should treat it as a winter tonic."

There is a secret room behind the seven statues, which is mostly used as a retreat place for the masters of the past dynasties.At this time, Lin Jinhuan was lying on the stone couch, and Jin Yi sat beside him and gave him the needle.

Although Lin Jinyi is useless, her demon energy against Lin Jinhuan has a certain control effect, but the effect is relatively limited.

The two siblings were chatting, and it didn't take long for Yanqing to arrive.Seeing Yan Qing's sad face, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.The two sat around Lin Jinhuan together, neither saying a word.

"What's the matter, you two, look at this face, those who don't know think that I have gone west." Lin Jinhuan was lying on the stone couch, his head was full of silver needles, relying on the fact that no one dared to beat him at this time, The door owner began to speak without restraint.

"Five more were brought out from Kaiyun Temple early this morning." Yan Qing's face was full of sorrow: "If this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with the festival."

The festival is actually half a year later, but it is not so easy to fill the vacancies of nearly [-] school-age men and women.

"The reduction in the number of people shows that we are heading in the right direction. Pay close attention to the team that had the accident today. Leave two corpses for Qin Liushuang to inspect when he arrives." Lin Jinhuan couldn't move at all, and could only stare straight at the ceiling of the stone room: " I’m going to go out in two days, and if you find anything, send me a letter in time.”

"Where are you going again? To find Guan Shanyu?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard that, thinking of the news about Guan Shanyu that he personally delivered to Lin Jinhuan a few days ago, he wished he could chop off his own hand.

"It's just one of them." Lin Jinhuan said: "I had an adventure when I went out this time. Have you ever heard of the God Killing Sword?"

Yan Qing and Jin Yi, who were ignorant and inexperienced, successively showed faces that had never seen the world.

Lin Jinhuan picked and picked things about the Holy Land of Ghost Dao, and when he mentioned that the God Killing Sword could kill demons and gods, Yan Qing was so frightened that he covered his mouth.

"My ancestor!" Yan Qing pointed to the seven god statues outside, and said, "You really know how to point at the monk and scold the bald donkey." He gave up on himself and said, "If you want to find Guan Shanyu, just go, Don't mention other messy things."

Jin Yi at the side seemed to be seriously considering this matter, she thought for a while and said, "Does that mean..."

Before Jin Yi could finish speaking, Yan Qing interrupted him. Yan Qing muttered, "Tong Yan Wu Ji, Tong Yan Wu Ji, don't blame me." He walked out of the secret room to burn incense on the statue.

"Look at Yanqing's promise." Jin Yi muttered dissatisfiedly, almost bleeding from Lin Jinhuan's head.

***

Tomorrow is the seven-day appointment between Xue Yao and Lin Jinhuan, and Xue Yao's body has recovered.These days, he has dreamed many things about Lin Jinhuan intermittently, and these things are scattered and unconnected.

Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, filled with a great sadness that did not belong to him, and he could not control himself at all.

He had gone down the mountain once a few days ago.Xue Yao carefully avoided the information point in the Bamboo Forest Realm, put on a ragged long gown worn by Zhizhi's father, and went to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion alone, like a down-and-out scholar.After carefully listening to a section of "The Tale of Two Swords" in a Goulan, he gave a golden pearl to the Jianghu storyteller, and asked him about Xue Yao.

There are many versions of Xue Yao's story circulated among the people, with various versions, and there are all kinds of sayings.In some stories, he is a powerful official with high eyesight and no one in sight, with an ugly appearance, and was secretly cleaned up by Zhongshu Ling.In some stories, he was a cold-faced and iron-faced loyalist with a handsome face and eyes like a bright star, but unfortunately died in a court suppression of bandits.In other stories, he is a flirtatious dandy, with many confidante friends, and even Shen Zhaobi, the courtesan of Chaochaolou, falls in love with him.

In short, Xue Yao was indeed a real person, accompanied by Prince Shi, the privy secretary, who made great achievements in military affairs as a young man, but unfortunately died young.

No matter what kind of person Shumi Shaoshi is, he has nothing to do with Xue Yao in the bamboo forest.Xue Yao didn't know why he dreamed of him frequently these days, and he felt the same way.Those pictures were so vivid that he didn't know how to face Lin Jinhuan.

In the past few days, he had the idea of ​​leaving several times, but these dreams were like a thorn in his throat, making him unable to swallow it whole.

At dusk, Xue Yao snuffed out a sound transmission talisman from the Bamboo Forest Realm.Anyway, he had nothing to do, he simply lay on the roof of Zhizhi's house and stared at the distant mountains in a daze.

The sun was about to set, and the sunset glow in the sky was as red as blood.

"Brother Xue! Give me a hand!" Zhizhi came back from the orchard, carrying a basket, standing on the ground looking up at Xue Yao.Maybe he came back from a trot just now, his face flushed.

Xue Yao looked down at her, and the person suddenly disappeared in front of Zhizhi's eyes. Before Zhizhi could figure out what was going on, she was already standing side by side with Xue Yao on the roof.

"Brother Xue, do you want to try one?" Zhizhi sat down beside him, picked out the best-looking yellow apricot from the basket, and handed it to him.

Xue Yao subconsciously wanted to decline, because he had been fasting for many years.Although eating has no effect on ghost cultivation, appetite is also one of human desires. Desires will add distracting thoughts, which is not conducive to cultivation.

But at this moment, he accidentally took it over and looked at it, and took a light bite.

A sweet and sour taste hit Xue Yao's dusty taste buds for many years, making Xue Yao frown a little uncomfortable.No wonder he has always hated eating apricots, they are really unpalatable.

Xue Yao stayed at Zhizhi's house for several days. When Zhizhi saw him for the first time, he was lying on Lin Jinhuan's shoulders in a righteous manner, and Zhizhi secretly worried that he would not survive the night.As a result, the man jumped up and down as if he was fine after lying on the bed for two days.In addition, Zhizhi has never seen this Mr. Xue eating, and he always returns the food he sent intact, and people often come and go without a trace, even if Zhizhi is just an ordinary farmer. Girl, it can also be seen that he is probably one of those cultivators who fly around in the sky all day long.

"Brother Xue, can all of you cultivators fly?" Zhizhi herself picked out an apricot from the basket and took a bite, asking inarticulately.

Xue Yao opened his mouth to speak without any basis: "Some can fly and some can't, some can fly far and some can't."

When Zhizhi heard this, she couldn't help but feel that it's great to be a fairy.Then she asked Xue Yao longingly: "Are all the fairy sisters as beautiful as my father said?"

Although Xue Yao didn't really want to break the little girl's beautiful fantasy, he still said with unshakable nature: "It depends on what you are cultivating. If you practice the way of ghosts, if you are not careful, your face will become fleshy and green, and some fangs will grow out. The third eye..."

Before Xue Yao finished speaking, Zhizhi covered her ears in fright, as if being a god was not as good as she thought.

"Your cousin, is he also a cultivator?" After all, the little girl was very curious, and before she was afraid for a while, she asked again.

"He is not a good guy, you have to stay away from him." Xue Yao said.

Zhizhi disagreed with Xue Yao's words. Although she sometimes felt that her cousin was scary, she still decided to speak a few words for him.Zhizhi thought for a moment, then said, "I don't think so, I think he is a good person, and he cares about you."

Xue Yao laughed, stuffed the whole apricot into his mouth, and said vaguely: "What a poor little girl, she was blind at a young age."

Zhizhi's eyes widened like brass bells with anger at Xue Yao's bastard words, and she couldn't think of how to refute for a moment.It was at this time that Lin Jinhuan suddenly appeared behind the two of them, which shocked Zhizhi a lot.

"What are you two talking about?" Lin Jinhuan's voice suddenly sounded.

Zhizhi thought that brother Xue must have forgotten to tell her that some gods don't need to fly, because they will suddenly descend to earth.

"You're here." Xue Yao glanced at Lin Jinhuan, thinking to himself, really can't gossip behind others.

Lin Jinhuan said with a rare good temper: "Yeah, fortunately, I came early. I don't know what will be arranged by the two of you if I come late."

Xue Yao laughed dryly, and said, "The sect master is worrying too much."

Zhizhi's family heard that Xue and Lin were going to leave tomorrow. Although they knew that the two immortals did not need to eat mortal grains, the simple and hospitable family still prepared a large table of food and wine.

Xue Yao just ate an apricot, as if he had been aroused by distant thoughts, he was very flattering.He ate this and that all night, which made the old couple smile with joy.

Lin Jinhuan was puzzled by how romantic he was. He didn't want to sit at the table, but he couldn't stand Zhizhi's disturbance so he had to sit at the table.Although he was sitting on the table, he didn't even move his chopsticks. There was only a glass of water in front of him, just like an ancestral tablet waiting for offerings from his descendants.

"You're such a disappointment." Xue Yao took a sip of wine, glanced at Lin Jinhuan, picked up a chopstick and put it in the bowl in front of him, and blurted out: "You didn't have so many things before."

After saying this, Xue Yao himself was stunned, holding up his chopsticks with a dazed expression.Lin Jinhuan next to him didn't seem to hear what he said, picked up a chopsticks and put a vegetable into his mouth.

At that moment, he felt that the seven emotions and six desires had returned, and the billowing red dust rushed towards him.

"I told you that it's delicious." Xue Yao took another piece of meat and threw it into his bowl as if trying to cover up.

"Taste." Seeing this, the old couple braved up and poured a bowl full of homemade local wine for Di Lin Jinhuan.

It's just that Xue Yao never expected that the big devil who harmed one party could drink so badly.I don't know if Lin Jinhuan didn't get used to drinking for a long time, or if he really poured one glass at a time. In short, the evil heretic was already drunk before the bowl of wine was finished.

Fortunately, Lin Jinhuan tasted good wine, and he was so drunk that he didn't go out to kill and kill dragons.He just sat silently at the head of the bed, his eyes open and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Naturally, Xue Yao didn't have the time to wait for the sect master to rest, so he just stood aside with his hands in his hands and watched for a while.Xue Yao looked at Lin Jinhuan who didn't know what he was thinking, and thought: If I knew this, what would I do so hard before? Wouldn't it be enough to get him drunk and stab him?

Lin Jinhuan in front of him made him feel a little funny, Xue Yao changed his mind, came to him and squatted down.

"Master Lin." Xue Yao called out tentatively, but Lin Jinhuan didn't respond.Xue Yao looked up into his eyes again, and said with a smile, "Did you really drink too much?"

As if he didn't know him, Lin Jinhuan stared blankly at him with eyes reddened by alcohol.

"What's the secret in the Devil's Cult, let me tell you about it?" Xue Yao felt that the opportunity would never come again, so he lowered his voice and began to be persuasive.

Lin Jinhuan was not moved, he just stared at Xue Yao without blinking.

"You are really boring." While drinking, Xue Yao raised his hand and patted Lin Jinhuan's head lightly like a cat teasing a dog. Lin Jinhuan was so unsteady that he fell back, and Xue Yao stretched out his hand to hold him .

In a hurry, Xue Yao suddenly thought, what am I doing, have I been fooled by Shao Shi of the Privy Council?

For a moment he was a little disheartened, Xue Yao stood up indifferently, and was about to leave the room.

At this time, Lin Jinhuan, who had just looked dull, suddenly rushed towards him. Xue Yao subconsciously raised his hand to block, but Lin Jinhuan turned a blind eye to Xue Yao's moves.He reached out to wrap his arms around Xue Yao's waist like lightning, and staggered him a step forward.

Before Xue Yao could react, Lin Jinhuan buried his face in his arms.

Xue Yao got stuck in the middle of a killer move. Looking at Lin Jinhuan's hair, he felt that the slap couldn't be slapped down or taken back.He thinks that the wine made by Zhizhi's father has a bit of stamina, and now he is a little bit behind-the-scenes.

Lin Jinhuan was so drunk that he didn't know what time it was. He felt a hand gently resting on his back.

The two stood and sat, as if separated by a long time and space, after a difficult trek, they finally met in a hesitation and solitary journey.