Zha Gong's evolutionary path

After much tossing and turning, the soul of the infant ghost who had been bound for a long time was sent away, and it was dusk.

The twilight engulfed the urn standing at the entrance of the inn little by little. With the help of the waiter, the shopkeeper supported his tightly wrapped daughter from left to right, watching the ashes disperse and the paper money fluttering to the ground.The shopkeeper and the waiter both looked at each other, but the woman lost her sanity after the porcelain jar was snatched from the room, and she kept staring blankly, unconscious.

Luo Huang wanted to open up with her and fulfill her duties as a psychic medium, but faced with this situation, she had no choice but to give up.Only to say "sorry" to the shopkeeper.

He thought for a while, and added: "The grandson has suffered a lot, and Lord Yan will arrange for it to be reincarnated according to the circumstances. In the next life, both parents will love him, and he will no longer be alone."

He made a wish here again.Ying Moyan's eyebrows moved slightly, but this time she didn't say anything.

The shopkeeper's face was relieved, showing a wry smile.

He asked the waiter in the shop to help Juan'er back upstairs, then turned around and said respectfully to Luo Huang: "The Immortal Elder has resolved such a major issue for the little old man's family, and the little old man's inn can reopen to make a living, great kindness, like reborn parents. The Immortal Elder mentioned the remuneration before, even if he said it, the little old man would have to pay for the Immortal Elder's hard work."

Ah Liang's eyes lit up, and he was about to open his mouth to speak, but Luo Huang grabbed his arm.

The eyes are saying that the grandson of this family is idiot without a daughter, it is already miserable enough; if you want to ask for compensation from others, won't your conscience hurt?

A Liang had no choice but to shut his mouth in displeasure, feeling tired because he didn't read the almanac before going down the mountain this time, and won the first battle but could not receive any reward.

Luo Huang said: "The salary will be waived, and your family has not been easy for the past six months."

He glanced at the white-haired man standing silently at the door of the inn, then at Ying Moyan, and sighed: "——If it's convenient, take us here for a while, and then I can stay here To carry out business in the town, and secondly, try to help people a little..."

Although the shopkeeper was devastated at the time, he also heard the conversation between the two of them in the room on the second floor, and knew what the silent white-haired man was asking for.Although he is not as powerful as this fairy elder, he has contributed a little bit after all, and the shopkeeper is also grateful to him.

Without further ado, they cleared out the three best rooms and gave them to Luo Huang, A Liang and this unknown man.

He couldn't see Ying Moyan, so naturally he wouldn't arrange a room for Lord Yan Jun, so Ying Moyan followed Luo Huang and drifted into his room.

Luo Huang put down the package, and finally found an opportunity to take off the messy Taoist robe soaked in blood and sweat, and poured a basin of clean water to clean the wound on his shoulder.

He was very stingy, thinking about the Jinchuang medicine and hemostatic agent in his package, he was reluctant to go to another doctor for himself.

He really wanted to find a doctor for the white-haired man with the injured back of his hand. Ying Moyan said, he will not let others approach him easily, even if you kindly seek someone, he will refuse you.It's better not to spend this wrong money.

Luo Shengun once again found an excuse to save money, and he couldn't wait for it.

But the doubts in his heart were not relieved because of saving the medical expenses. While cleaning the wound, he murmured in his mouth: "Why is he so hypocritical? He is not allowed to touch this or that. Who took advantage? By the way, you haven't told me his name yet."

Ying Moyan's eyes didn't move, and he said calmly, "Lin Gongru."

"Lin Gongru..." After chewing on these three words, I thought they were quite catchy.

"What happened between you and him? If you don't want me to explain it clearly, I won't be able to coax him for a while. "

On the one hand, Luo Huang was so curious about the real relationship between the two, on the other hand, he lacked confidence in his spirit-calling technique that was sometimes ineffective. Lin Gongru looked at it.

It's a pity that he also knows in his heart that Lin Gongru is not easy to deceive, not to mention playing tricks in front of him, squeezing his throat to pretend to be the voice of the person he wants to see, it is estimated that [-]% of them are pretending not to be.

"Also, you said that the person he wants to see is you and not you. No matter how you listen to it, Monk Zhanger can't figure it out?"

Ying Moyan was thinking a lot, looking at this curious Taoist priest, she really didn't know where to start, and only her clear eyes gradually deepened.

"He and I..." He pondered his words for a long time, and used the most convenient way to simplify the complex, "My previous six lives all died because of him."

"What?!" Luo Huang was shocked, "He died because of him? Was he a human being for the sixth life? Did he kill you?"

This beam is getting bigger! !

"Are you sure you're here to seek love, not revenge???"

When he asked, Ying Moyan immediately tasted a bit of bitterness on his lips, and the bitterness slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart, like green vines that spent years and years climbing up a brick wall, the branches intertwined and boundless.

Yan Jun said quietly: "——If you talk about revenge, I'm afraid he hates me to the bone, wishing to dig out my heart and lungs, and eat my flesh and blood."

Luo Huang asked with a question mark on his forehead: "It's reasonable, if you keep half of what you say like this, pretending to be high-spirited, it's really hard for me to get along with you."

"When I appeared in front of him in my current form and gave him a task to complete, I didn't tell him that the sixth life was the same person who empathized with me. He repeatedly experienced the scene where I died because of him. After a catastrophe, he devoted himself to the true feelings over and over again and watched the fate repeating helplessly, and he had an extremely deep hatred for me who caused all this..."

Luo Huang interrupted him: "Slow down. You said you 'give him a task'? He 'dedicated himself over and over again'?"

"..."

The Taoist priest seems careless, but his mind is surprisingly sharp. He said: "You can jump out of the cycle of reincarnation and see the fate of people in the sixth life; you are not afraid of the sun, you are not afraid of popularity, and you can control the place full of resentment with your fingers. Binding Ling, who are you? What task did you give him?"

He paused in the action of scrubbing the wound, his Taoist robe was half removed, and the towel was clutched in his hand, and he looked at Ying Moyan who was floating in the distance with piercing eyes: "I have long thought that you have an extraordinary appearance and a noble status, what are you— —”

"Kukou", two polite and distant knocks sounded at the door of his room.

Luo Huang swallowed the unfinished question, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Standing at the door, Lin Gongru tried his best to restrain his calm expression, but his slightly anxious eyes revealed his true mood.

As soon as Luo Huang opened the door, he said: "Master Taoist." His eyes were natural, and he looked at his still half/naked/shoulder very smoothly.

In order to facilitate the cleaning of the wound, Luo Huang's Taoist robe was simply taken off to the elbow. He was too engrossed in listening to Ying Moyan's statement just now, and did not notice that his clothes were disheveled when he came to open the door.The man walked along his shoulder, whether it was a habit or he had nowhere to look, he followed his shoulder all the way to his heart very casually, looking at his upper body all over.

Only then did the Taoist realize that he was still half shirtless, and his face turned a little red, he hastily covered up his skirt, and glared at the white-haired man: "Don't look at evil, big brother, please don't let your eyes go." Random glances."

Lin Gongru happened to see the whiteness of his heart and eyes, and at the same time his heart was slightly relaxed, he began to laugh at himself: Why are you still looking at people's physical characteristics so stupidly like last time?The imprint of the lotus flower will only appear after something has happened. Could it be possible to have a fight with everyone you meet?

He withdrew his gaze and apologized slightly: "It was Lin Gongru who overstepped. Daoist priest, I am visiting late at night, I don't know whether to disturb..."

"I'm bothering you, too." Luo Huang regretted that he hadn't listened to Ying Moyan's words just now, and felt rather uncomfortable in his heart.His gaze fell on the man's palm hanging by his side, which was clumsily wrapped in gauze. It seemed that he came to his side after a hasty care, obviously he didn't care about the wound.

He scratched his head and said angrily, "Come in and talk." He turned sideways to make room for him.

Lin Gongru apologized and walked past him.

Ying Moyan was standing by the door, watching Lin Gongru pass by her without looking sideways.He was a little thinner than when he saw it in the water mirror, and he looked taller and taller. His face was full of tiredness, and he often looked like he was in a trance.

He must have been exhausted from this endless journey through the world, and he probably has long since given up the idea of ​​reincarnation.No matter how many beautiful couples in the world are like flowers, swallows dancing and singing, but they are just beautiful women with dry bones and skins, how can they survive the torture of bone-shattering and marrow-destroying again and again.

Lin Gongru had the idea of ​​suicide as early as in the third life; if he hadn't appeared in time to stop him and deceived him with lies, the consequence of suicide would not only be that he would not be able to return to the Hall of Yama, but would also be unable to see Ye Mingjue and Xin Wu forever. I'm afraid that he doesn't need to suffer through all the calamities in these lifetimes.

He really survived, even though he woke up again and again in the nightmare, even if he clenched his fingers with blood every time, his sanity was on the verge of collapse, he gritted his teeth and did not take the initiative to seek death.

After going through six lifetimes of turmoil, this person's mind gradually became more resilient, and his mind became more unpredictable.

Ying Moyan tried to imagine his expression when he knew the truth, but every time he started, he couldn't continue.

He couldn't help but want to test him, do you remember the past that was deliberately covered up between you and me in the heavenly court?

When the truth comes out, you will mostly hate me, or—

His mind was confused and his complexion was pale, Luo Huang glanced at him, if he didn't know that this person was already a ghost, he would have felt that his complexion was so ugly that he could die again.

The Taoist asked Lin Gongru to sit down opposite him, and asked straight to the point: "Do you have any relics of the person you want to see?"

"Relics?"

"Generally speaking, the ashes of the deceased are used as a medium for evocation of spirits. This is the best item for evocation of spirits, because it has the most direct connection with the deceased. If the ashes are missing and the source cannot be traced directly, then the next best thing is to have them Personal items can also be considered for it."

Lin Gongru froze in place.

In each of his lives, he was thrown into the changing time and space without a clue, met them in a hurry, and parted unexpectedly; life and death are unpredictable, so why deliberately preserve the dark thoughts of the other party's personal belongings?

"I..." He unconsciously clenched his fist on the table, and the tiny flame that ignited in his heart suddenly disappeared.He said with difficulty: "I don't have...the things on them, and I also..."

Luo Huang saw his disappointed face, and saw that his hands were empty, he neither wore any commemorative items on his body, nor deliberately cherished anything around him, and sighed secretly in his heart.

With no ashes and no medium, he is a half-hearted psychic who knows a lot about himself. Where is he going to lure the few people he wants to meet?

What he wanted to see was Ying Moyan's previous sixth life, but he deeply hated the real Ying Moyan who caused him to meet those six people. This knot... how could he untie it?

Luo Huang sorted out this messy character relationship in her heart, and felt that her brain capacity was not enough, so she wanted to retreat immediately.

He said to Lin Gongru: "You don't have anything, I just can't find any clues. The territory of the underworld is so vast, and there are so many new deaths and wandering souls every year. Tens of thousands of relatives, friends and lovers are lost by the river of Wangchuan. How can I accurately find the one you are looking for?"

Lin Gongru had personally witnessed the spectacle of sprites flying all over the sky by the Santu River, and he also knew that although the underworld was cold and dry, the crowded ghosts were hidden deep in every corner of the ground, and the number was too great to count. No wonder the Taoist priest with yin and yang eyes showed a difficult expression.

But let him give up on this, but he is really not reconciled.

Between him and Ying Moyan, there is nothing but discord when they meet again, not to mention that he went to beg him to see Ye Mingjue and the others again; even the thought of "seeing Ying Moyan" makes him tremble with hatred when he thinks about it more than.

Luo Huang was his last hope, even if he tried everything, he wanted to hold on to this light and try his best.

Lin Gongru despaired: "I remember their appearance, everyone is very clear to the bone, can I draw it to provide you with a little possibility of tracking?"

"..."

Luo Huang looked at him, this handsome face was engraved with too many traces of vicissitudes. Although the years that passed by did not leave real marks on the corners of his eyes and brows, they really soaked into his bone marrow. It is a tall and tall tree with a green appearance, but the inside has already been riddled with insects and ants.

Just a little force from a feeble finger can make this golden tree collapse.

"...Go and draw." He sighed, "Trace out what you love in your heart stroke by stroke as much as possible. Don't omit any eyebrows, expressions, movements, temperament, and don't make any mistakes. I can The promise I made to you is what I told you before, just try my best."

Lin Gongru thanked him and stood up.Luo Huang looked at the bandage on his right hand, and couldn't help but said: "Don't rush for success, the injury is not healed, and the painting may not be exactly what you want. It's better to rest for a while, and do it with all your heart after the wound heals."

Lin Gongru smiled: "I've waited too long, and I don't want to waste any more."

He suddenly felt a slight wind passing by, as if someone was gently touching his cheek from a long time and space, gentle and lonely.

The man opened his eyes and looked around, but couldn't see anything.

He lowered his eyes, thanked him again and left the Taoist room.

After a moment of silence, Luo Huang slowly said: "You are so capable, can't you really let him see you? Standing so close to him, and looking devastated, don't you feel wronged?"

Ying Moyan didn't answer.

Yan Jun was silent for a long while, then raised his pale finger and pressed it lightly on his forehead.