Zha Gong's evolutionary path

At first, Luo Huang was leaning on the side of the table, putting on a hypocritical posture of "reluctant to listen to your storytelling"; after hearing this, his demeanor gradually corrected, and he sat up straight unconsciously.Then he gradually became dazed again, as if attracted by the man's deep and calm voice, and entered the same trance state as the storyteller.

Lin Gongru said that he hugged the young master tightly in front of the statue of Yuelao, with a red thread made of red-headed rope on his intertwined little fingers; he said that he kissed Xin Wu in the hot spring under the moon, and the doctor's long hair was dripping with water. Passed over his shoulder; the three long arrows shot by the eldest grandson in the air, the blood-red marks branded by the hot iron in the private prison; At the last moment, he tightly clutched his sleeve...

It was clearly someone else's past, but Lin Gongru's tone was calm and even cold when he narrated it, without embellishment or even half-sentimental; the Taoist listened to it, but it seemed that he was introduced into a similar situation by the man's deep and slow voice.

Every scene he described seemed to be vividly before his eyes. Although he had never met the six people in the portrait, he seemed to have a vague feeling with them.In addition to Lin Gongru's words, he was able to subtly feel one or two of the emotions that those few people had not had time to express.

Could it be that Nuo Jiu, who has dealt with ghosts, can already empathize to this extent?

Lin Gongru stopped talking and looked at him with a strange expression.

Luo Huang was listening intently, seeing him suddenly stop talking, felt very unhappy.Said: "Why don't you say it?"

As soon as I opened the sound, I startled myself first.

His voice was muffled, like a dark cloud that had not rained for more than ten days, hiding the moisture in it.

The white-haired man sitting opposite did not say a word for a long time, until Luo Huang got anxious and wanted to slap the table to urge him to continue, Lin Gongru slowly extended a hand.

Luo Huang watched inexplicably as he handed the unwrapped hand to her in front of her, the knuckles were slightly bent, and moved closer to his cheek.

He wanted to ask you what to do, Lin Gongru's fingertips had already touched the corners of his eyes, and the warm touch slid down the corners of his eyes, wiping away the cold liquid from his face.

Luo Huang: "..."

He pushed away Lin Gongru's hand, raised his hand to wipe his face, and was surprised to find that his palm was wet.

Lin Gongru was obviously also a little surprised. He looked at the Taoist priest opposite him with a cynical expression on his face, and listened to his narration for a while; he also watched his expression change bit by bit. Casually, he turned into a look about to cry.

They stared blankly at each other for a long time, Lin Gongru still wanted to wipe his tears, stiffened for a long time, and said uncertainly: "Taoist...?"

Luo Huang suddenly turned away, and wiped his face several times with his sleeve indiscriminately, wiping away the tears that made him stunned.He could feel the gaze of the man behind him, puzzled and inquisitive.

The Taoist priest suddenly became angry again. What did Lin Gongru say about him? What did he have to do with him as a monk? What medicine did he take wrongly?The face of the storyteller is calm, but he is here to feel sorry for him, what kind of evil has he fallen into?

He was thinking wildly, and refused to turn around and sit down again. He just hurriedly said: "The one you made a deal with is really the Lord of the Underworld? What does he look like?"

In fact, when Lin Gongru first said that he met Ying Moyan in the hall, Luo Huang had already pictured the confrontation between the two in his mind.This question was just to change the topic and break the inexplicably embarrassing situation just now.

Lin Gongruo really didn't want to recall the scheming Yan Jun who got him into this situation, he frowned tightly, his face was tense, and his thoughts were finally pulled away from his abnormal behavior.

He said in a muffled voice: "The appearance is the same as that of ordinary people, without having an extra eye and a nose."

"You traveled through several reincarnations, and all you saw was him—the person he sent you to kill?"

Lin Gongru didn't answer, but slowly tightened his fists.

Luo Huang finally understands the meaning of Ying Moyan's Zen-like words "The person he wants to see is me, not me", and the ins and outs of the whole thing are finally clear—but Ying Moyan still can't figure it out The motivation that drove Lin Gongru to make a deal.

Judging from the appearance he showed in front of him these days, it is clear that he is obsessed with Lin Gongru.

With his identity and experience as the Lord of the Ten Temples, it is reasonable to ask Lin Gongru to do such a thing of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred without revealing his identity.For what purpose did he want Lin Gongru to "kill" those six people?What can he get?

Could it be that at the beginning, he really wanted to punish Lin Shizi, who had a bad heart, but with his different identities, he met and got acquainted with Lin Gongru, and changed his original thoughts a little bit? ——Can he get the other memories of himself, or has he been observing everything from the sidelines from the beginning to the end...?

"God—Daoist Luo! Daoist Luo!" Before he could figure it out, A Liang's voice sounded from downstairs at the right time, piercing through the floor and floating up to the second floor, "There is business coming, come down quickly to pick up customers!"

Lin Gongru and Luo Huang got up from their seats at the same time, and they both said at the same time: "The Taoist priest, please go and do it first" and "The poor Taoist must go to receive others first"; they also closed their mouths at the same time.

An extremely imperceptible sense of embarrassment slowly diffused in the air.

After a moment of embarrassment, Luo Huang spoke first.The Taoist priest cleared his throat, and said awkwardly: "Your matter is really unimaginable. I have never really seen a person who has both feet on Yin and Yang in his life and shoulders the mission entrusted by the Lord Yan of the underworld. Your request to call back the soul is no better than Ordinarily, Pindao still needs to think about it for a while—you can continue to paint the portraits of those people in this room, and when Pindao is free, he will come to find you again."

Lin Gongru responded, "Thank you." He watched Luo Huang drift away in a trance.

Lin Gongru leaned against the table and sat down slowly.

He was puzzled, and besides the puzzlement, there was some strange throbbing. Not only did Luo Huang weep strangely, but also——he turned his eyes back to the portrait spread out on the table, and Luo Huang kept scrolling in his mind. A sentence that seemed unintentional before.

——The skin of the world is easy to change, but the essence inside will not change; especially lovers, who come and go, go round and round, the one who loves and falls in love is always that one...

They all have blood-colored lotus imprints on their bodies, but before Gu Jian, he never noticed it by mistake; after he noticed it, he only focused on thinking about "the person Ying Moyan wants to kill", but he didn't think about it. Since they have the same imprint and the same place on their bodies, is it true that they are the same person as Luo Huang said?

Ying Moyan did not hesitate to push him into reincarnation, but it was the same person who killed him over and over again?

Is there any relationship between him and "this person" that Ying Moyan never told him?Otherwise, why did Ying Moyan choose him instead of others?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had overlooked too many details before, and was blinded by too much unknowable information by Ying Moyan.There is a vague answer that almost clears away the layers of fog, and it is ready to come out, but it always diverges at the most critical link, and cannot reach the core of the truth.

He propped his forehead, spread out those portraits one by one, and rubbed the faces of the portraits with his fingertips in a daze.

Luo Huang followed A Liang's shout and came down from the second floor, thinking in a trance, restless, and almost stepped on the ground when going downstairs.

The few people standing downstairs who were talking heard the movement and looked up at him. Fortunately, when his body was weightless, he firmly grasped the handrail of the stairs, and managed to maintain his immortal demeanor. Step downstairs.

The people who came to him for help were a couple with a child. Both of them looked like honest farmers. They were holding a 7-year-old boy by their hands. Behind them was a man who buried his face in his mother's lap. toddler.

But the first thing Luo Huang saw was not the couple who came for help with their children, nor A Liang who was standing next to them, listening to their rambling talk.

The first thing he saw was Ying Moyan who had disappeared for most of the morning.The young Yan Jun's complexion was still pale, with a spot of lotus blood on his forehead shining brightly, his feet floated slightly off the ground, floating beside the couple indifferently.The moment his eyes met, he seemed to see Ying Moyan pursing his lips slightly.

One person, one ghost, no need for verbal communication, there is a telepathy in an instant.

Ying Moyan could see from his eyes that he already knew what he couldn't finish last night, and Luo Huang knew that he no longer planned to hide anything from himself.

Reaching a strange tacit understanding with the lord of the underworld, is it an honor and surprise, or is it frightening?

Luo Huang blurted out: "Aside from my yin and yang eyes, is there any other reason for you to come to me?"

The couple looked at each other, and the weak mother replied: "Immortal Elder, we have heard about the shopkeeper here, and know that the Immortal Elder has great powers... We want to see our child who died young, and ask the Immortal Elder for help, let us listen to him again." the sound of--"

Ying Moyan said quietly: "Yes. I will tell you after you finish handling these chores."

Luo Huang: "You promise that you will never hide anything?"

"A lesson from the Immortal Elder! Whenever the Immortal Elder asks, my husband and I will never hide it!" The couple pulled the boy and wanted to kneel down to him.

Ying Moyan floated away.

Only then did Luo Huang regain her senses, and hurried forward to help the couple, dumbfounding: "I didn't mean that."

He glanced at the toddler behind his mother whose face was exposed, his face was pale and suffocating, but he smiled at him.

Luo Huang: "..."

It seems that we have to calm down and deal with the problem here.

It's just that I never expected to deal with this matter, it was much more difficult than imagined.

He insinuated and threatened the couple before finally prying them out to work in the field, leaving the 7-year-old eldest son and 2-year-old younger son alone at home, and found that the child had suffocated to death fact.

The truth of the matter is hard to accept.

After finally dealing with the troubles here, it was almost midnight when Luo Huang went up to the second floor to eat the cold dinner.

He passed by Lin Gongru's room, and took a furtive glance in. The light in the room was off, and he seemed to have gone to bed.He gave up the idea of ​​going to see him again, and went straight back to his room.

In the room, Ying Moyan kept his promise and waited for him by the window.

He didn't light a lamp, his hands were folded, and his figure in a cloak blended into the dark night, as if he wanted to absorb the faint moonlight outside the window, his face was as calm as waves.

Luo Huang asked him: "Can this child who was accidentally killed by his elder brother while playing around, be able to continue to be reborn as a human fetus in the next life?"

Ying Moyan looked at him, "In his last life, he was drunk and drove a carriage, and killed a passing pedestrian on the street. This is a karmic cycle, one reward for another."

"It means that I told his parents that he will have a long life in his next life, and his descendants will be around his knees. Is it a lie?"

"..." Ying Moyan said, "I have warned you before, if you make good claims and make random promises, the oral karma you make is enough for you to go to the hell of pulling your tongue out."

Luo Huang spread out her hands, with an expression of indifference: "How do I know that this is the kindness of the supreme ruler of the underworld?"

Ying Moyan: "..."

The Taoist found a comfortable place to sit down, and looked at Ying Moyan, a pair of bright eyes shining in the night.He didn't seem to be afraid of Yan Jun, who was said to be dead and alive according to folk rumors, and his face was calm and calm, but in fact, a little cold sweat was already dripping from his palm hidden in his cuff.

"Why do you want Lin Gongru to 'kill' yourself one by one through six lifetimes?"

Luo Huang had a strange feeling that with his status, he was neither qualified nor able to question the majestic lord of the underworld; at a deeper level, he made a living by summoning souls, but in the end he was still begging for this stuttering in Ying Moyan's hands Food.If the master who controls the ten temples of Yama is unhappy, and his soul is taken away in advance by false publicity and selfishness, no judge, black and white, can come forward to uphold justice for him.

Besides, he really didn't have the need to tell him the truth.

Hearing his bold words approaching the core, Ying Moyan, who was standing opposite, slightly raised his brows, his expression slightly moved.

Luo Huang thought that he would still be unpredictable for a long time, but Ying Moyan looked at him with a complex and unpredictable expression after a short silence, and unexpectedly answered the question straightforwardly.

He said: "I want to collect the seven emotions that have been lost from me. Ye Mingjue, Xin Wu, Changsun Yu, Gu Jian, and Yan Shuli and An Hansheng are all one of my seven emotions scattered in different time and space." .Only when all the seven emotions return to their positions, I will be the Lord Yan who can be truly recognized from the heavens to the underworld."

"Seven emotions?" Luo Huang said, "It means that there is one last one?"

Ying Moyan said slowly: "Yes. There is still one short."

"That person will also meet Lin Gongru? Will he die because of him in some unpredictable way?"

When Luo Huangfang asked this question, he suddenly felt his eyes sink.

Ying Moyan's figure who was still by the window just now flashed beside him, and his cold fingertips touched his shoulders.Through Ying Moyan's impenetrable black shadow, he could only vaguely see the moon passing through the sky outside the window, and the already hazy moonlight became increasingly erratic.

He heard Ying Moyan say very lightly: "I'm sorry."

There seemed to be a heavy burden on his shoulders, and his whole body slid down like a bag of flour that had absorbed water, his limbs and bones could not lift a bit of strength.

There seemed to be a cloud of thicker and thicker black mist in front of his eyes, which inextricably glued the upper and lower eyelids together, and even the sounds in his ears began to fade away.

Only Ying Moyan's voice, as if coming from the depths of the underworld, softly repeated: "...I'm sorry."

Lin Gongru didn't go to bed as early as Luo Huang thought, he walked along the quiet street in the middle of the night, carefully walking the route he walked last night.

With vague hopes, every time he passes by a deserted eaves, the shadows of trees swaying in the night, and the slight movement of the night wind will make the man who has not slept for two nights tighten his nerves and turn around full of longing .

However, Ye Mingjue was nowhere to be seen.

On the deserted street, only his figure stretched infinitely, and even the sporadic barking of dogs was never heard.

He was about to walk out of this street and reach the embankment of the moat, but suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him.

The sound of footsteps followed behind him at some unknown time, he was so focused on searching for the young master's trace that he didn't even realize where he was being followed by this person.

The man's footsteps were neither too fast nor slow, in the same direction as him, he was fast, so was the man; when he slowed down, the other party also slowed down, obviously coming prepared.

The hazy moon shadow is reflected in the sparkling moat, the breeze blows over the green grass on the embankment, and the thin weeping willows are like a woman washing blue silk on the bank, hanging long silk sash to the bottom of the water.

Lin Gongru turned around, turned around suddenly, and a hungry tiger jumped on the sheep to cover the shadowy person behind him, and pressed the caught off guard to the green grass covered with cold dew.

The man was about to struggle, but the man held down his knees condescendingly, his hands were also grabbed and closed together, and pushed above his head.Lin Gongru said coldly: "Who are you?"

The man pursed his lips and did not speak, but Lin Gongru suddenly smelled a faint scent of medicine from him.The medicinal fragrance is clear and familiar, as if it has been smelled from someone who is unforgettable at a certain moment in the long period of time.

"You—" Lin Gongru suddenly sank down, with trembling fingers, pushed the man's black hair away from his face, and finally saw the face of the man clearly under the faint moonlight.

It is an extremely handsome face, with a high nose bridge, vermilion lips, under the thick eyelashes, Danfeng eyes are warm and affectionate, and the eyes are like water.

He struggled slightly under him, met the man's eyes that were gradually widening, lowered them halfway, and said softly: "Does your injury matter?"

Lin Gongru's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of sand, it was so blocked that the man could hardly find his own voice.

"... Xin... Wu?"