The villain is respected

After eight days' journey, everyone finally arrived in front of the mountain gate of Fo'en Temple.

It was already late at night, Yu Jianhan and Xie Chi bid farewell to the white-bearded old man and the others, and then went to the VIP guest house in Neishan to rest under the guidance of the little novice monk.

After settling down in the independent Zen courtyard, Yu Jianhan closed the door, dipped his fingertips in the tea, and simply drew a topographical map of Foen Temple.

He clicked on an area: "We are here, not far from the Concentration Hall where Ye Shen is. Tomorrow morning, we can sneak into the Concentration Hall while the monks are going to the front mountain to chant sutras."

"But is Fo'en Temple so easy to break into?" Xie Chi felt a little worried, "Since it is a prison, it must be heavily guarded."

Yu Jianhan's eyes fell on the place representing the Hall of Concentration, and he said with a smile: "There is no need to worry about it. As long as we see Ye Shen, we don't have to worry about him being transferred and hidden. At that time, the temple will block it." It doesn't matter."

He took out a small jade Buddha card from his sleeve and explained, "I have an old friend with Venerable Nanruo of Fo'en Temple. This is his token. With this jade card, we can move around freely in Neishan."

"But if his token is used, won't your identity be exposed when you trace it?" Xie Chi frowned, he didn't quite agree.

Yu Jianhan said: "Ah Xie, we came here this time to avenge justice for the Chao clan. How can there be any reason why the avengers need to hide behind the scenes?"

His words are still gentle, but the brows are full of determination: "If I am not afraid that they will get the news, I will attack Fellow Daoist Ye Shen first, I will send a letter of worship and go straight to the gate of the mountain, and let them respectfully welcome us in. temple."

Hearing this, Xie Chi looked up at the man.Candlelight shrouded Yu Jianhan's chiseled profile, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was looking intently at the water stains on the table, thinking about the route for tomorrow.

Xie Chi laughed, it turns out that Ruan Baozi also has a temper.

For some reason, when he looked at such a calm and decisive Yu Jianhan, he felt sore in his heart, as if he had seen a piece of exquisite porcelain with his own eyes, smashed into pieces, and then stuck together with scars.

However, the sword master of Kyushu, obviously has a smooth journey, how could there be times of embarrassment?

He only thought that he was going to see Ye Shen, so he thought of Chao Linglu, so he was inexplicably sad.

Maybe I think too much.

Xie Chi's eyes were a little hot, he comforted himself, but turned his head and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in his heart to take back his previous ignorant jokes——

It doesn't matter if you have a soft temper, he just hopes that that person can always be peaceful and worry-free, without encountering storms.

On the second day, the morning bell rang, and the heavy bell echoed among the misty peaks. It lifted the clouds and bathed the Three Thousand Buddha Hall built according to the situation in the sunlight.

The disciples went to the front mountain one after another to burn incense and recite the Buddha. Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the monument of merits and virtues of the Foen Temple. The monks on duty in the inner mountain also went there early to help. Therefore, the entire inner mountain rarely heard people's voices. Yu Jianhan and Xie Chi Along the way, almost unimpeded.

"The inner mountain is extremely loosely guarded. Ordinary travelers are not allowed to enter here. They were stopped as early as in the outer hall. All the elders and venerables of Fo'en Temple live here, and no one dares to come here to make trouble."

"Today they will be able to see each other." Xie Chi rarely raised the corner of his mouth, and answered a joke.

His mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, but it was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and the tastes of sour, salty and bitter came together.

"Here we are." Yu Jianhan stopped in his tracks, and he looked up at the plaque with red lacquer and gold letters.

Letter to the Hall of Concentrating Hearts.

This is a side hall, and there is no one around, except for the hundred white steps, there is no extra vegetation decoration.Also, how does Foen Temple treat a prisoner well?

It’s just that Xie Chi couldn’t figure it out a bit. He observed it carefully and found that there was no aura fluctuations outside the Lianxin Hall, nor any warning or imprisonment formations. Could it be that they were so relieved of Ye Shen and let this restless sword cultivator be alone? people stay?

After Yu Jianhan made sure that there was no difference in the surroundings, he and Xie Chi looked at each other, and the two became vigilant tacitly, and walked up the stairs slowly.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a quiet and elegant sandalwood smell came over the face. The hall was dim, and the day did not seem to be in love with it.

The entire hall was filled with candles, creating a dim and gloomy atmosphere.

"Who is it?" A hoarse question came from the inner hall, and then there was a clattering sound of chains, and a person walked slowly with slow steps.

The black iron chain fell to the ground, making the sound of metal rubbing against the ground. Amidst the rustling noise, Xie Chi and the others finally saw the whole picture of the person who came.

It was a thin and thin man, his hair was simply tied up, he only had a plain white shirt on his body, and an empty scabbard around his waist.

The man was still holding the incense for lighting the lamp. After glancing at the visitor, he walked to the table in front of him, extinguished the burning incense head, and made a "please" gesture to let the visitor sit down.

Yu Jianhan and Xie Chi didn't exchange any more greetings, and sat down directly according to his wishes.

This is probably Ye Shen in Yunmiao State.

Xie Chi's eyes swept over the chains on the ground without leaving a trace, and saw that the three-finger-thick iron chain was locked on the man's left ankle at one end, and the other end was submerged in the apse.

Fo'en Temple is really, Fo'en is mighty.

The corners of his lips curled up mockingly—no wonder they never sent people to guard the Heart-Xining Palace, it wasn't enough to put in the Soul Locking Nail, they even used black iron chains to lock people up.

Just looking at the length of the chains, the imprisoned person might not even be able to touch the palace door.

The man didn't seem to care. He described it as haggard and haggard, but his clothes were simple and neat.He threw off the chain and sat down slowly with difficulty. Even though the lute bone was nailed into the three-inch soul-lock nail, he still kept his back straight.

"I don't know why you two came here?" The man took the porcelain pot and slowly poured tea into their cups.

"Chao Linglu asked us to come."

The man's hand trembled, he seemed to be frozen, and he stood there in a daze until the tea trickled out of the cup for a long time before he slowly raised his head: "Who?"

With a hoarse voice, he asked again in disbelief: "Who asked you to come?"

Xie Chi took the wooden box containing Chi Weidi to the table and handed it to him, without saying a word.

"The matter of Zixun Mountain has been settled, and he has left too."

Ye Shen's pale lips were trembling. After a hundred years, he finally saw it again. Originally, he thought that he would never see him again in this life...

He stroked the wood grain on the box over and over again, and a tear fell down.

"Finally, I'm free."

He was obviously crying, but there was a relieved smile in his voice.

"You saw him? But how is it possible, he is not..." Ye Shen frowned again, he repeated stammeringly, his eyes were completely unbelievable.

"In Chi Weidi, there is a wisp of his spiritual wisdom sealed." Although it was cruel, Xie Chi didn't want to hide it from the person in front of him, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "He was worried about you, so he wanted to come back and take another look."

Who knew that just this one glance would make him restless forever.

"Then..."

Ye Shen covered the cold wooden box with his palm, and he finally bent down overwhelmed, and put his head on it, almost trembling to the point of being speechless, "That hurts so much."

Xie Chi fell silent, he and Yu Jianhan looked at each other, leaving enough quiet space for the man.

After a long time, Ye Shen finally calmed down. His eyes were red, he forced himself to stand up, and made a big gift to the two people in front of him: "Thank you two friends, thank you..."

Thank you so much, words are not enough.

He cupped his hands tremblingly and said: "I don't know the names of the two fellow Taoists, what a disrespect."

"Just call me Xie Chi." Xie Chi Xu helped him up and led him back to his seat.

Yu Jianhan nodded slightly: "Yu Jianhan."

But Ye Shen laughed, and he affirmed: "Jiuzhou Sword Master, Yu Jianhan."

"Don't dare to do it." Yu Jianhan said seriously, his eyes drooping and his hands folded.

Xie Chi finally got the topic back to the topic, and explained the purpose of his trip to Ye Shen: "We came here this time because he has two wishes, one is to make the injustice case public, and the other is to fulfill your wish."

"Is it just to reveal the truth?" Ye Shen murmured, "He really is still soft-hearted..."

For more than 200 years, he never confided his regrets to others, allowing those wounds to fester in his heart.Now, he can finally cut out the rotten wound with his own hands, and hold out that bloody heart.

He looked at Xie Chi, and said slowly: "When Linglu jumped off the furnace, I was still in the back. I thought they could escape first... But I didn't expect that they were still a step late."

If I had been here back then, or had come a little earlier, he would not have jumped off the furnace of the abyss, let alone the Chao clan.

"Later, I didn't realize what they did. By the time I knew it, it was too late."

Ye Shen lowered his eyes, he stroked the wooden box, and his voice was a bit tired and hoarse: "I failed to save Linglu, and I also failed to save his younger brother and his clansmen. But I have never figured it out, how could this happen?"

How did things get to this point?What did Chao Linglu do wrong?What did the Chao clan do wrong?

However, no one could answer him.

But after he asked this question, what he got in return was a cut off path, a three-inch nail piercing the bone, and the century-old rape.

"I don't know what fellow Daoist Ye wants. As long as we can do it, we will definitely help you with all our strength."

Ye Shen stared at the slightly worn patterns of flowers and birds on the wooden box, he thought, today must be a sunny day, with birds flying and deer singing in the forest, flowers and leaves blooming.

He raised his head and asked with a smile: "Xie Daoyou, is there a way for me to hold the sword again?"

After a moment of silence, Xie Chi said, "Yes."

"Can you fight the Nine Sects?"

Xie Chi stared at the calmness in the man's eyes, only felt his throat tighten, and his heart sank uncontrollably.

He lowered his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Yes."

"Then thank you, fellow daoist."

Xie Chi clenched his fists tightly, he gritted his teeth and said: "When a demon enters the body, it is equivalent to possessing a demon. Your strength will increase rapidly, but this is at the cost of overdrawing your life. This is not saving you, you will die of."

Ye Shen, however, seemed to have expected it, he laughed slowly and indifferently: "Didn't you say, Fellow Daoist Xie, that Linglu's wish is to fulfill my wish?"

"Did he know you were going to die?"

Ye Shen looked into his eyes: "He knows that for the past 200 years, my life would be worse than death."

He got up and kowtowed on the ground, speaking decisively and earnestly: "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist."

I only wish to hold the sword again in my life, seek justice, and die without regret.

*

No one has ever noticed that in the most remote corner of the busy Fo'en Temple, the devil's breath is surging like a deep sea.

The tide rises and falls, and it is finally calm.

Finally, a green leaf from the treetop fell without wind, which seemed to indicate that something was going to happen and it was irreversible.

The haggard sword cultivator finally pushed away the century-old cage. He only had a broken sword lingering in his hand, and his whole body was filled with an abyss-like cold aura.

"If everything can be done again, I hope that we have never left Chiwei Valley."

The moment he stepped out of the cage, Ye Shen closed his eyes, swallowed the tears in his eyes, but stretched out his hand to hold a ray of warm sunshine.

Today, it really is a sunny day.

But at that moment, the cool wind pulled up the sleeves of his clothes for him, blowing away all the haze, and the sunlight put on his battle robe for him, hoping that he would burn away all the filth.

He is the cleanest existence in the whole world.

Is the most sincere, clank sharp blade.

"This is the best result. Some things can only be settled by them themselves." Yu Jianhan looked at the figure that was drifting away outside the hall, and sighed softly.

"Fellow Daoist Chao probably thinks the same way." His gaze was a little far away, as if recalling something after a long time and space, "In fact, they have already chosen the ending..."

*

"Do you want to forget all this? Start a new life."

"Did Linglu ask you to ask?" Ye Shen smiled clearly.

Without memory, there is no pain.

Without pain, you can move on.

He smiled and waved his hands slowly: "My forgetfulness cannot eliminate the evil in the hearts of the world. So, let me look at the world soberly."

Not ignorant, not chaotic.

Let me continue to live in sobriety and pain.

"You Daoist Yu, there will be such a day."

The sun dispels the haze, the wronged will be punished, and the evil will be rewarded.

"Yes." The man replied.

"Then what are we going to do next?"

"Wait." Yu Jianhan took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Long wait."

Ye Shen laughed: "Very good."

He looked at the closed mahogany palace door, his eyes flickering brightly in the reflection of the candlelight: "It must be a sunny day that day."