The Lotus Lantern is with you

Afterwards, when the wound on Mo Chen's body healed a lot, Yang Jian took him out of the bamboo garden.

Mo Chen didn't doubt him, but he still held his hand and followed him.

Mountains, rivers, forests, plains... Every time Yang Jian went to a place, his heart felt heavy.

Western Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, Eastern Masters, and Daoist ancestors, he looked for them one by one, but only saw a series of cold stone doors tightly closed and locked.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes, and took Mo Chen to his uncle's place again, but there was still no result, as if suddenly all the familiar people left in this world, leaving only the two of them.

Yang Jian was very anxious in his heart, but he couldn't show it, for fear of being noticed by Mo Chen.

It's just that he didn't know that Mo Chen was extremely sensitive to the emotional fluctuations of the people around him. He knew that Yang Jian was anxious, but he didn't point it out.

Mo Chen couldn't hear now, so Yang Jian could only write in the palm of his hand.

When they arrived at the beach, the two of them sat on the beach, feeling the coolness brought by the sea breeze. Mo Chen stroked the long hair floating on his chest, feeling a little disappointed, never expecting to be able to listen to the sea so peacefully here.

At this time, Yang Jian held his hand, and his warm breath surrounded him tightly.

Mo Chen sniffed the faint peach blossom fragrance on his body, and felt empty in his heart.

Yang Jian slowly wrote the beautiful scenery in the palm of his hand, the bright moon, the thin clouds, the waves, the beach...

Mo Chen smiled, "Jian, are the stars beautiful?"

"Well, it's beautiful." Yang Jian said with pity.

"Really?" Mo Chen opened his eyes and looked at the sky, "That's good."

He just suddenly thought of his parents, Xiaoyu, Bataizi and Dingxiang. When they played together, they would often count the stars in the sky. At that time, Xiaoyu would playfully ask him to tell the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. .

In his past life and this life, he was in a trance.

If there is no rebirth, if there is no...

"Shen, do you like this place?" Yang Jian didn't notice his loss of focus. He saw that Mo Chen seemed to like this place very much, so he kissed his neck and wrote these words in the palm of his hand.

Mo Shen nodded.

Yang Jian smiled knowingly, both happy and sad.

"If you like it, we will live here in the future, okay?"

Mo Chen was startled, then closed his eyes, buried him in his arms, and hummed softly.

At this time, the sea breeze brought waves, slapping the beach, rolling one after another.

Although Mo Chen couldn't hear him, he greedily absorbed the warmth from the people around him. It would be great if he could really live here.

After a few days, the two set off again.

However, this continent was full of wars and demons were in chaos, so Yang Jian had to take Mo Chen to avoid them. It was a long journey, and the two of them slept outside. Although it was a deserted place, there was only the two of them, but it was a rare peace.

"Shen, you are here, I'll fetch some water." Yang Jian supported him and let him sit under the tree.

There is a stream not far away, and it is very rare to find such a clear and translucent stream now.

Mo Chen nodded, with an obedient expression on his face, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing when he saw this, kissed him on the forehead, then got up and walked towards the stream.

Mo Chen leaned against the tree, a little bored, so he sat cross-legged in meditation.

At this time, I heard the sound of children laughing.

The child's clear, silvery laughter made Mo Chen feel a lot more comfortable. He could always hear people crying and crying. He hadn't heard such joyful laughter for a long time.

He was a little curious, and raised his head to follow the child's laughter.

Only to find that he could see it.

He was in a vast wheat field right now, and the golden ears of wheat swayed in the wind like ocean waves.

Mo Chen was startled by the sudden beauty, and saw a cute-looking child bouncing over.

"Big brother, why are you sitting here?"

Mo Chen stared blankly at the child, his throat moved, but he couldn't speak.

"Big Brother?" The child squatted in front of his eyes.

"Jian?" Mo Chen recognized this child, it's not exactly what Yang Jian looked like when he was young.

The child giggled, "It's strange how stupid the big brother is." He stretched out his fleshy hand, "This is for you, big brother."

The flower has golden petals and ice blue stamens, very delicate.Mo Chen had seen too many bloody and frightening things, and now seeing this pure and beautiful flower, he was a little moved. He also saw the child looking at him obediently, very cute.

He moved his finger and couldn't help but took the flower, but the flower withered quickly when it touched his finger.

Mo Chen was startled, and quickly let go, the flower branch fell to the ground, and the blood red and black petals shocked him.

The child looked at him quietly from a distance, with a half-smile.

"Shen!"

Mo Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself being held in Yang Jian's arms.

what happened?Yang Jian was anxious in his heart. As soon as he fetched water, he saw Mo Chen sitting there blankly, without any reaction, like a dead body, cold to the bone.

He was immediately terrified. If he could not sense Mo Chen's heartbeat, he would have thought that this man had just died.

Yang Jian hugged him in panic, whispering something in his ear over and over again, while Mo Chen grabbed his arm in a daze, "Jian, did you see a child just now?"

"Child?" Yang Jian wrote in the palm of his hand, "I have never seen a child."

Mo Chen heaved a sigh of relief. It was because he was obsessed with ghosts just now. He couldn't hear or see. How could there be children? Could it be that he was dreaming just now?

Yang Jian held the lotus leaf and fed him water. Suddenly, he saw a withered flower falling at Mo Chen's feet. He was curious, so he picked it up and held it in his hand.

"Jian? What's the matter?" Mo Chen was a little surprised when he saw that he hadn't moved.

"It's nothing, I just saw a withered flower, and I'm just curious." Yang Jian wrote slowly in his palm.

Mo Chen stiffened.

"Shen?" Seeing his strange reaction, Yang Jian asked worriedly, "But is there something wrong with this flower?"

"..." Mo Chen was silent.

"It's okay..." He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "It's okay."

Seeing this, Yang Jian frowned, but didn't say anything, just kept it in his heart, so the matter was left alone.

Along the way, whenever Yang Jian went to pick herbs or fetch water, Mo Chen would meditate quietly.

At this time, there will be noise around him, sometimes you will see Xiaoyu hiding in the grass and playing hide-and-seek with him, sometimes you will see your father pasting lanterns in the house, sometimes you will see your mother sitting at the table mending clothes, and sometimes you will see Yang Jian sitting on the cloud. Playing the piano in the pavilion...

He just watched silently, saying nothing until Yang Jian came back.

Afterwards, even if he was with Yang Jian, he sometimes felt all kinds of 'people' walking by him, they either sighed, cried, laughed, or despised...

Yang Jian couldn't detect it, but he could feel it. Although he didn't know where they came from, Mo Chen had some guesses in his heart, but he still didn't say anything, just followed Yang Jian towards the south.

A few days later, Yang Jian took Mo Chen to the Golden Light Cave in Qianyuan Mountain.

Nezha and Yang Jian have always been called brothers, and sometimes they would come to Taiyi real person to chat.It's just that Daoist Taiyi has practiced in closed doors these years, and doesn't care about worldly affairs, and Yang Jian has gone to heaven as a judicial god, busy with affairs and unable to get away, so he hasn't seen this Daoist Taiyi for a long time.

Now, he was only holding a sliver of hope, but he didn't know that there was no movement in the Golden Light Cave, but there was a letter on the stone table in the stone pavilion next to the cave.

Yang Jian stepped forward and opened the envelope, on which was the handwriting of Master Taiyi.

After reading it carefully, Yang Jian was shocked, and the letter slipped to the ground.

The above is just two words "unsolvable"

There is no solution, there is no solution to this fate, there is no solution to this poison, and there is no solution to their future.

Mo Chen didn't go forward. These days, he followed Yang Jian to many places. He knew this man well, so he naturally knew what was going on in his heart.

But now in the silent valley, he is silent.

"Why..." Yang Jian clasped his hands tightly, trembling with anger.

"Why are you not here, no one is here! Why are you doing nothing even though you can see it clearly, why?" He gritted his teeth, hating these ancient gods for the first time, hating them for being cold-eyed, hating them for being ruthless.

He has searched all over the eleven golden immortals, the five elders of the five directions, the four emperors, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Western Heaven, but he has not met anyone.

Mo Chen sighed softly. Yang Jian knew that Mo Chen couldn't hear him, but he didn't know that Mo Chen could feel the emotional fluctuations in his heart, so how could he not know the anger in his heart.

"In fact, they have already appeared, Jian."

Yang Jian turned around in astonishment, one was surprised how Mo Chen knew his thoughts, and the other was puzzled about the meaning of Mo Chen's words.

Mo Chen said lightly, "They have been watching. Although they don't come out to take care of things, it doesn't mean that they really retreat and practice away from the world. This is a choice. In fact, they have been waiting for me to make the final choice."

"Stop talking!" Yang Jian shouted in panic, forgetting that Mo Chen couldn't hear his voice.

"Stop it, stop it..." He stumbled back.

Mo Shen stood there indifferently, the wind moved his black robe, making a drumming sound.

His expression was indifferent, as if he had figured out something, it was this expression that made Yang Jian's heart skip a beat, and he was afraid that he would say something that would scare him even more.

It's just that Mo Chen didn't speak anymore, he felt a little tired, so he sighed helplessly.

"Jian... let's go, I want to go to the beach where I went last time, okay."

Yang Jian twitched his lips.

"it is good"

Yang Jian held Mo Chen's hand and walked on the beach, the sea breeze carried a slight salty smell, making it tickle into his breath.

Mo Chen let go of his hand, opened his arms, and stood by the sea, facing the sea breeze, Mo Chen closed his eyes and smiled softly.

"I haven't told you all this time, Jian, I'm very happy to be with you."

Yang Jian stepped forward and interlocked his fingers. Mo Chen tilted his head slightly, and felt at ease when he smelled the body fragrance of the people around him.

I can't bear it, I really can't bear it.

"Uncle, do you know that a long, long time ago, there was a high mountain here, everything was full of vitality and greenery, but one day, the mountain collapsed, the sky and the earth shook, and the stars moved. This continuous mountain collapsed and turned into debris and fell into the earth. In the sea, it turned into those islands, and the sea surged upside down, sweeping away all the lives here... Then the tsunami shattered the coast, the earth cracked, the entire continent was shattered, and the dark underground fire burned everything."

Mo Chen looked into the distance, as if he had fallen into an ancient memory.

His expression was still indifferent, like a wisp of green smoke, which drifted into the air the next moment.

"Shen..." Yang Jian hugged him tightly, and he suddenly became afraid.

"I have committed countless crimes and destroyed all living beings and spirits in the three realms. It is not a pity to die, but in this life I have brought such a catastrophe to the world again." Mo Chen chuckled lightly, "I ended up like this because I planted it. It’s just reaping the fruit, uncle, do you understand?”

Yang Jian panicked when he heard this.

"Shen, there must be a way, I won't let you die, I won't let you die..." He said it over and over again, regardless of whether Mo Chen could hear it or not.

"let it go."

Hearing this, Yang Jian's pupils shrank suddenly. He held onto his shoulders tightly, but saw that the blood-colored pupils had already dimmed, like ashes.

Yang Jian got angry and bit his lip hard.

"Mo Chen, why do you say let go, just let go, who do you think you are?" He bit his lips, "Since you locked me back then, you shouldn't let go, you and I are already connected as one, so you can't let go!" Don’t even think about pulling away and leaving.”

Mo Shen trembled slightly, Yang Jian swept his lips and tongue fiercely, and the two kissed fiercely until the heat gradually swept over the two of them, but they couldn't stop.

The moon had already reached the mid-heaven, and Mo Chen let the man on his body kiss him one after another. His movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting him. Mo Chen curled Yang Jian's long hair in a daze until his body was full. , and then the intense pleasure buried all his emotions.

……

"Do you like it?" Afterwards, Yang Jian kissed his lips.

"I like it." He chuckled, and the man kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his neck all the way.

"What about here?" He sucked a bit of the alluring red tassel.

"like."

"What about here?" The man stuck out his red tongue and licked somewhere under him.

"Well... like..."

"Then stay by my side forever... okay?"

"……"sorry.