Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Two hours later, Mount Ise.

The door of the jeep was wide open, Yan Lanyu was wearing a coat, her hair was disheveled and her bandages were exposed, she was sitting exhausted on the back seat drinking hot water.

Not far away was Jingzhong sitting on the ground, Zhou Hui scolded him bossily: "You are so old that you don't use your brain! Why don't you drag Wu Bei away together! Why don't you wait for the rescue where you are! Carrying the head of Tantric sect alone, hello! It’s amazing, isn’t it? Puberty is finally here, isn’t it? Next time, don’t expect me to help you! Don’t dream of being my third son-in-law!”

"..." Yu Jingzhong said weakly, "You shut up..."

Mount Ise was brightly lit, and the helicopter with searchlights slowly descended over the forest, and the airflow set off a huge howl.

The Japanese police and the diplomatic personnel of the Chinese embassy arrived at the same time, and the two sides started a fierce negotiation across the messy Ise Mountain.

Wu Bei managed to clean up the Self-Defense Forces and Tantric sect disciples, lay motionless on the ground and pretended to be dead in an attempt to get away with it, but was pulled out from the pile of dead by the Northeast Washing, Cutting, and Chui.A group of people cried and shouted around the second group leader, and when they were having fun, Zhou Hui drove up with a big stride, and Wu Bei stood up like lightning in an instant, alive.

Wu Bei was dragged by Zhou Hui's ear to deal with the Japanese police. The second team leader wore a crumpled Armani black trench coat, copied a loudspeaker with one hand, and hoisted a single-man bazooka from the ground with the other. His handsome face was stained with gunpowder smoke and blood. Unusually dignified: "Cough-cough! The people above listen up! The sixth national security mission clears the field, you have 3 minutes to escape, you have 3 minutes to escape-!"

Zhou Hui heard his forehead twitch not far away, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was Deputy Yu who deserved the beating more, or the second group leader who was more begged for beating.

However, Wu Bei's threat still worked.The second team leader, as a soul artist who hurts the spring and the autumn, is ruthless, and even sighs "Why is the wind so strong" before killing and destroying the corpse, has been engaged in gang activities in the northeast all the year round, and is well-known on the Sino-Japanese border.If you give a less bloody example, it is said that half of Japan's pirated CDs have to go through his distribution line; there are even more bloody examples, such as cross-provincial joint Fujianese who came to chase the Yamaguchi group; in front of a Japanese senator Touching the cherry tree affectionately, he said, "I want the cherry blossoms here to bloom more redly in the coming year"...

Among the six team leaders of Guoan, Wu Bei was the most famous in Japan, more than enough to beat Zhou Hui.

The members of the second group were not idle either. Brother Washing, Cutting and Blowing led people to roll up their sleeves, picked out the corpses of the Tantric sect disciples, tied them in a row, and put them in front like human shields.The police looked down from the helicopter and saw the corpses of onmyojis in hunting clothes all over the ground, and they were horrified.

The local police department knows that it can't make the decision in this kind of dispute between yin and yang, and if they are detained by force, who knows what this group of inhumans and ghosts will do.The police could only back away temporarily, and said a few words, "We will report to the superior police department, and the victim's sect will negotiate", then the helicopter turned around and quickly descended the mountain.

Wu Bei dropped the single-person rocket launcher, sat on the ground, and stared affectionately at the distant helicopter: "Damn, I wish I hadn't been so obedient earlier."

·

Zhou Hui coughed, then turned his head and scolded Fu Fu:

"As long as you can, as long as you can pretend, don't you want to be a normal person? Normal people have already been killed by the head of the tantric school, okay? The old cow eats young grass and withered trees and blooms new flowers. Look at your cowardly appearance. If you don’t have an annual salary of 200 million, you dare to fall in love with others. The 3000 million leftover men in China are 3000 million of you. These days, the wages of moving bricks are higher than yours. If you continue to show off to me, you will kill yourself one day..."

Yu Jingzhong nodded and said that he was touching the cigarette with his head down. The cigarette case was soaked in blood, and even the filter tip was stained with blood.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu wanted to help persuade, and struggled to get out of the car, but a voice sounded behind her: "How are you?"

Yan Lanyu turned her head and saw Chuhe getting into the back seat of the jeep from the other end.

He hesitated for a while, sat back and said with a smile: "Thank you, His Highness Prince Ming. If it wasn't for you..."

Chuhe interrupted him: "There is no need to say such things."

He leaned forward and brushed away Yan Lanyu's hair, and saw that the terrible bruise on the top of his head had scabbed over - it was because of the water diluted with Phoenix's blood before.In addition, there were bruises and abrasions all over his body. The most serious one was that one hand was burnt to the point of skin and flesh sticking together. In addition, I don't know how many ribs were broken. These two places were only treated by Zhou Hui as a preliminary emergency. deal with.

Chuhe maintains this leaning posture, staring at him motionless.

The two looked at each other closely in the dark carriage, Yan Lanyu clearly saw her own reflection from the bottom of Chu He's eyes, she couldn't help but leaned back slightly: "This...His Royal Highness Prince Ming..."

"do not move."

"..."

Yan Lanyu was full of question marks, and after a while, she saw Chu He blinking, her eyelashes slightly wet.

After a full 30 seconds, Chuhe blinked again, this time the eye sockets were already dry.

The corner of Yan Lanyu's mouth twitched slightly: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"No way," Chuhe let go of him helplessly, and plopped down on the car seat: "I just can't cry."

Yan Lanyu: "..."

Chuhe was very sorry, so he had to bite his ring finger again, take a drop of heart blood, and put it in Yan Lanyu's water glass for him to drink.

The water boiled and immediately emitted a strong rusty smell, Yan Lanyu could only pinch her nose and swallow it in small mouthfuls.Soon, as the liquid entered his stomach, his ribs and arms, which were about to be numb and painful, gradually relaxed. His internal organs seemed to be ironed by warm currents, and he involuntarily let out a long breath.

After drinking half a glass of water, he looked down at his hands, the scorched skin was drying up and scabbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the appearance of the scarred arm is very ugly, it is much better than the previous appearance of bleeding.

"It's... amazing..."

Chuhe said: "It works faster for people with no powers, because there is no interference from autoantibodies."

As soon as the end of this sentence fell, the carriage suddenly fell into silence.

Yan Lanyu's long eyelashes drooped, staring fixedly at the water glass.

His figure was thin and tired in the curling white mist, his eyes were hazy, as if even the lines of his handsome cheeks had melted into the darkness.

"I tried to keep your pentagram, but it went out when I came back from hell. But I think it should have protected your soul, otherwise when a soul as weak as you enters hell, there is a high possibility that it will die. Immediately, the soul flies away."

Chuhe reached out and took out a red string from his trouser pocket, and handed it to Yan Lanyu: "But the mirror heart is still there, I don't know if it's still useful, anyway, get it back for you first."

Yan Lanyu's gaze was a little distracted, and she moved after a while, slowly raising her hand to take the fragment of the Yata Mirror.

"...I noticed it just now..." He said softly, "I just couldn't be sure for a while, it was too sudden..."

Chuhe looked at him with a slight pity in his eyes.

Yan Lanyu played with the fragment, gently rubbing the sharp corners with her white fingertips.Chuhe had seen this lens pass by Zhou Hui, Zhang Shun, Yu Jingzhong and others before, but never felt that it matched the hand that it was in contact with like now.

The Tantric sect took great pains to select Yan Lanyu to refine into a yin and yang double-faced soul, presumably there must be a reason to choose him.

"Originally, I was an ordinary person, and I learned these things just to protect myself. I didn't expect it to disappear suddenly now, and I'm not used to it." Yan Lanyu paused, and smiled briefly on her pale cheeks: "But it's okay... Anyway, the Tantric School is gone, so it doesn't matter if you need to protect yourself or not."

He bowed his head and put on the red rope, his fingers looked a little clumsy due to burns.

"...you will never get used to it at first."

Chuhe was silent for a moment, and then said: "However, with the passage of time, you will gradually get used to the life of a normal person. You will be more peaceful, more at ease, and more free... The shackles that bound you for two lifetimes disappeared, and from then on In the future, you can have a life that is completely your own, go to school, work, fall in love, and enjoy your family like a normal person..."

Yan Lanyu was stunned for a moment, "But...you have to be careful, otherwise it will become a burden..."

Not far away, Zhou Hui finally died down temporarily.Yu Jingzhong flicked the cigarette ash down his trouser leg, and under Zhou Hui's furious scolding, Shi Shiran got up and walked towards this side.

"There are always people who are not willing to let you be by your side because you are useful." Chuhe looked at him with a smile and blinked his eyes: "I used to feel that I was a burden to others, and I was worried that I would be abandoned because of it, but this This kind of thinking is actually a kind of blasphemy to people who have no desire to accompany you-your concept has been distorted for too long, and someone will help you slowly regain it."

Yan Lanyu looked back suspiciously, while Chuhe raised his eyes to the night sky, his gaze was far away.

"Although it will take a long time, one day..."

"Just don't make people wait too long like I did."

Yu Jingzhong walked to the side of the car, nodded to Chuhe, and then turned to Yan Lanyu: "How are you?"

Yan Lanyu stared at him blankly, her eyes gliding from his messy eyebrows stained with blood, to his cheeks that were still smoky, and his camouflage uniform that looked messy because of blood and mud.Even though it was freezing cold, but at such a close distance, even the heat and sweat from his body came through the fabric, giving people a strange and deep sense of security.

"What?" Yu Jingzhong raised his eyebrows and asked.

"...my... mana is gone." Yan Lanyu said hoarsely, "The yin and yang power protects the soul, and it burns out before the soul returns to the body..."

Yu Jingzhong was stunned, probably not expecting it at all, but then subconsciously asked: "So?"

"..."

"You are so injured, the yin and yang power must be gone. Why do you still want to go to the front line?"

"..." Yan Lanyu blinked, Yu Jingzhong looked at him inexplicably, stretched out his hand after a while, and picked him up from the car: "Don't think about it! Let's go, the embassy sent a helicopter to pick us up, hurry up Go back to Beijing for punishment."

Yan Lanyu strode forward while being hugged, and suddenly struggled: "No... wait! Wait a minute!"

He barely slid down to the ground, and staggered a few steps because of a sprained ankle. Fortunately, he bumped into Zhou Hui who was walking into the jeep, and he helped him up.Yan Lanyu asked softly but hastily: "I'm leaving now? Can you wait for me?"

"What are you doing, third girl?"

"I want to go to a place. There is an open space at the foot of Mount Ise..." Yan Lanyu looked at Yu Jingzhong, his eye circles were slightly red for some reason in the night: "I will be back soon, very soon."

·

Half an hour later, Ise Mountain came down.

Said it was fast, but it took a lot of effort to walk over.The mountain had collapsed, and the potholed mountain road was very dark. Yu Jingzhong turned on the wolf-eyed flashlight, only to see that the road was covered with scattered dead trees and broken branches.

All the way down the mountain path, there is an open space surrounded by wooden railings at the very bottom, and there are faintly visible stone monuments, but most of them have been smashed due to the vibration.

Zhou Hui said softly, "...tsk."

His voice was very low, only Chuhe heard it, and turned around and made a "shh" gesture to him quietly.

Yu Jingzhong walked all the way with Yan Lanyu on his back, followed by Zhou Hui and Chu He.I saw that the wooden railing on the open space was completely rotten, and when it was pushed down, slag fell down. Yu Jingzhong simply kicked it down. When he got closer, he saw that it was a cemetery!

The stone steles lined up are all tombstones, with names and death dates scrawled in Japanese on them.Some of the coffins had been shaken out of one corner, exposing decayed and blackened wood.

"It's still inside," Yan Lanyu whispered.

Yu Jingzhong understood something in a daze, but he didn't say anything. He just patted his hand and walked deeper into the cemetery.

This open space is not big, across several old tombs, a relatively less dilapidated tombstone appeared in front of it.A thin plank coffin was half broken from the ground, the edges of the plank were cracked and decayed, and the body of the white stone tablet was already cracked by the shock, but the handwriting engraved on it was still very clear in the light of the flashlight.

The owner of the tomb is Yan Jing.

Yan Lanyu struggled to get off the ground, staggered forward, and stared blankly at the tombstone.

The night is like a long river, never ending.The wind blew over the rotting coffins in the cemetery, carrying ancient resentment and mourning, and rushed to the vast snowfield under the moonlight in the distance.

Yan Lanyu fell to her knees, picked up soil and sprinkled it on the coffin.He probably wanted to bury the coffin in the soil again, but the area that was shaken out was too large, and the frozen soil was very hard, so it was impossible to bury the cold and thin coffin.

Yu Jingzhong knelt down slowly and pressed his trembling hand.

"Don't..." He choked up, "Don't do this..."

Yan Lanyu stared at him blankly, with a deep, bone-chilling confusion deep in her pupils, as if she was in a world of ice and snow, surrounded by cold wind and heavy snow, completely lost her way.

"When I return to Beijing..." Yu Jingzhong's Adam's apple slid violently, and his voice sounded like there was some sore lump in his throat: "When I return to Beijing, I will send someone to bring this coffin back to the country... ...shipped back to the country for burial..."

"We can bury him in our hometown, where he was born and never returned..."

Tears welled up in Yan Lanyu's eyes, and dripped down on the ground along his icy white cheeks.

Yu Jingzhong supported him vigorously, looked at the cold and broken stone tablet under the moonlight, and bowed deeply.When he stood up again, he raised his head and felt the fiery liquid flowing from his eye sockets into his nasal cavity. It was an extremely sour and spicy taste that he had never felt in his life.

"Thank you..." Yan Lanyu said softly.

Yu Jingzhong hugged him tightly, as if he would never be separated again, even the heartbeats of each other passed through the chest cavity, rising and falling together.

Not far away, Zhou Hui rubbed his nose, pretended to be casually looking around, and suddenly asked, "Will you cry when you bury me?"

Chuhe said coldly: "No."

"……Hey!"

"When you are about to die, dig a hole yourself, and help me dig one too. When the time comes, ask Maha to fill the soil, and Garuda will recite scriptures and dance to the gods. It's almost enough, don't be hypocritical."

Zhou Hui blinked and looked at Chuhe, but the latter was looking ahead, his handsome side face showed no expression under the moonlight.

"..." Zhou Hui asked after a while, "Are you really going to do this?"

"Yes."

"No, I can't. I'm touched by you saying that, but the problem is..."

"It's not up to you to decide." Chuhe interrupted him, "It's not even 'decided' by me, but my natural thinking all the time... Do you know what the world is like after death?"

Zhou Hui frowned slightly.

"We have been living in hell, but hell is not the end of the journey. The more distant kingdom is where the gods can't see, hear, or feel. There is a quiet land all year round, and there is no light in the eternal darkness. And the sound, the lonely soul turns into eternity like floating dust, drifting away into the distance..."

"That is the kingdom of death."

Chu He turned his face sideways and looked at Zhou Hui with clear eyes.

"When I was very young, I wanted to live forever with the person I thought I liked, forever and ever. However, I realized how naive and stupid I was at the beginning. The spiritual rebirth of Nirvana is [-] times more painful than the physical one. "

"When I was in the most pain, I thought, come and take me away, as long as it is a person. Sometimes I even have the idea of ​​​​compromising, but I think that there may be someone who really belongs to me in the distance. He is asking me. I'm coming in the direction, I can't get up and leave before he arrives..."

"Then when I saw you, I thought this person had finally arrived. Fortunately, I didn't betray him."

"...Phoenix..." Zhou Hui murmured.

"I felt ominous at first, and I was afraid of being discovered by you, and then you turned around and left. In fact, I would not have chased you if you had left, because I was really too scared." Chu He paused, taking a little Wei Wei laughed at himself and said: "But later, when I thought you might like the Snow Mountain Goddess, the anger suddenly overwhelmed the fear. I don't even remember what kind of mood I used to brazenly start a war with King Jiang III and the Snow Mountain Goddess , I just felt extremely angry. I didn’t realize it until I was brought back to Buzhou Mountain by you. Ah, it turned out that I lost my temper. It turns out that when people are really full of love, they will act hysterically, irrationally, and It’s something beyond our control.”

"That's not overreaching..." Zhou Hui denied hoarsely.

"That's how I felt at the time." Chuhe laughed: "My perception has been distorted for a long time. It's too fragile, it's like putting a knife that can stab yourself to your hand with your own hands, like a fish on a chopping board, and will kill you from now on."

"I have never experienced that terrible feeling. The blind love and dependence on Sakyamuni back then was obviously so dangerous, and even my life was in danger at any time, but it never made me feel this kind of weakness and ignorance as if I had discovered my culprit." Powerless, full of sweet and inextricable hopelessness."

Zhou Hui looked at Chuhe for a long time, and finally asked: "...When did it start?"

"I don't remember," Chu He thought for a while, and said, "It should be the first time when Sakyamuni invaded my six senses and almost killed you. After waking up, you were covered in blood and said 'it doesn't matter' to me. Bar."

He raised his hand and gently pressed Zhou Hui's chest and abdomen, rubbing it carefully for a moment.

That was the place where Zhou Hui was seriously injured when he was attacked by the phoenix. However, he had healed up many years ago without leaving even a single scar.

"That sentence is true," he said with a slight smile, "falling in love with someone is like turning into a weakness all over your body, and you will die at the touch of it; it's also like suddenly putting on a battle armor, making you invincible from now on."

Zhou Hui held his hand, and the palms of the two pressed tightly together.

"But you are a phoenix, you can actually live forever without aging..."

Chuhe shook his head.

"It's dark and cold there," he said, "and I want to go to that world with you, where I can be invincible forever for you."

A bright moon gradually sinks to the west.

Thousands of miles of snowfields in the distance, the cold wind howling, towering temples on top of glaciers.The lonely little phoenix finally raised his tear-stained face, smiled and passed away from the void.

Farther away, the Iron Wheel Mountain of Hell stretches for thousands of miles; King Peacock Ming stands on the cliff of the sea of ​​blood and raises his head, and the roc is flying down from the sky with its magnificent golden wings.

Hell is not around the mountain, and the reddish mist emitted by the magic eye is all over the mountain.

There is a small wooden house on the top of the mountain, with grassy stone paths in the courtyard and crooked fences.

The clump of Shura flowers that King Fenghuang Ming personally planted by the steps finally swayed and bloomed slowly in the eternal wind of hell.

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