Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

"Don't touch it," Song Yan and Mu Xiu warned, fearing that the residual Buddha power of this Buddhist vessel would hurt Mu Xiu.

He himself observed carefully for a while before he took off the exquisite box and cloth scriptures in the center of the lotus seat, and immediately the seat returned to its original state with a click.

"It's the complete Sutra of Crossing the Dead," Song Yan said after reading it to make sure that there was no Buddhist power left in the sutra, so he gave it to Mu Xiu to read, while he continued to study the exquisite box.

He and Mu Xiu wanted to move this Buddhist seat because they felt that he might leave some clues about the identity of the old monk, and finding this volume of Buddhist scriptures and Linglong box was purely unexpected.

The method of unlocking the exquisite box is roughly the same as the method of opening the mechanism of the Buddha seat before.

It took a full hour for Song Yan to open all the Linglong boxes. There are [-] layers of boxes, and the innermost Linglong box is only the size of a thumb. After opening, there is a Buddha's relic, which is the supreme treasure of the Buddha sect.

Song Yan took a look, then put the Buddhist relic back into the smallest exquisite box, and he sealed it again with Mu's "Forbidden".

"A long time ago, this place should have been a Buddhist holy place."

Possessing the complete forbidden technique "The Sutra of Crossing the Dead" and the most precious Buddha relics of the Buddhist sect, this ruined temple was once extremely brilliant.And that old monk is likely to be the inheritor of the ruined temple, who has mastered the complete forbidden technique "Crossing the Dead", and knows the old site of the ruined temple in Twilight City.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu looked at each other, and he said softly, "On the way back, let's go to the Lingjue Temple in Qiuyun City for an appointment."

Both Song Yan and Mu Xiu had impressions of the old abbot and young monk of Lingjue Temple. It has been three years since the invitation, but it is not too late.Maybe they will know some information about the old monk.

"Yan Yan just decides," Mu Xiu said, handing the Sutra to Song Yan.

"Well," Song Yan nodded lightly, he approached and took the cloth scripture, took another step closer, and walked into Mu Xiu's arms, letting him hug him.

He told Mu Xiu and himself, "I am Song Yan, Song Yan from Xiaohe Town..."

The original intention of him and Mu Xiu to find these answers was to deal with Xu in the future, but gradually, he felt trapped in a mystery.

But in fact the past is not that important, no matter what his origin, he is only Song Yan now.

"You are my Yan Yan," Mu Xiu patted Song Yan's back, feeling very mixed in his heart, distressed, angry, and a little sympathetic.

Sometimes, living a simple life is really not that easy.

Song Yan's self-healing ability is very fast, and Mu Xiu comforted him, and it became even faster.

Standing up again, the confusion between his brows disappeared, he held Mu Xiu's hand, and they walked towards Minghua House.

Song Yan took out the thumb-sized Linglong box again and fiddled with it. Before dark, he put the Linglong box into a small cloth bag the size of two fingers that he sewed stitch by stitch.

The mouth of the bag continued to be sealed tightly, and the seals continued to be superimposed. After confirming again and again, Song Yan raised his hand to Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu didn't know why, but he habitually moved his head closer, and then Song Yan hung the small cloth bag tied with a black string around his neck.

Mu Xiu's eyes widened slightly, and he felt a little warmth pouring into his chest from the black cloth bag, this comfort almost caught up with the feeling when he drank the moonshine as water.

At the same time, Mu Xiu's amber eyes became clearer, and his complexion slowly changed from that of a dying person to that of a normal person.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Song Yan observed Mu Xiu, and then confirmed Mu Xiu's own feelings.

Theoretically speaking, the Buddhist relics that have been weakened and transformed with the help of the ancient formation diagram are very suitable for Mu Xiu after the second body transformation, and can further maintain the balance of yin and yang in his body.

But a theory is a theory, and after trying it out, Song Yan still couldn't avoid worrying.

"No," Mu Xiu shook his head, and he leaned closer to rub Song Yan's cheek.

His family Yan Yan always likes to surprise and frighten him recently.

"I saw the ancient conversion formation in an old Sanskrit book in the library. It is still complete. If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know immediately. Remember?" Song Yan rubbed Mu Xiu's hair , exhorting in a whisper.

Mu Xiu raised his hand to pinch the black cloth bag on his chest, and nodded obediently.

The Ghost King wears the Buddha Sect Supreme Treasure, if he speaks out, he may scare many warlocks and ghosts into unconsciousness on the spot.

But Song Yan's thinking is not limited by traditional concepts, the Buddhist artifacts and ghost artifacts only depend on whether he can use them or not, and there is nothing that cannot be used.

All things restrain each other and generate each other. There is no absolute restraint. When the conditions are ripe, harm may also become a kind of shelter.The opposite is also true.

"Yan Yan, let's go to sleep."

Mu Xiu leaned closer and kissed Song Yan's lips again. With this Buddhist relic to protect his body, there is another advantage, that is, if he is disobedient and indulgent occasionally, it will not hinder the follow-up maintenance of his body, at least it will not let his family Yan Yan was too troubled.

Song Yan didn't think about this at all, he gently pushed Mu Xiu's head away, and shook his head firmly.

"I have to give birth to a few dead butterflies as soon as possible... You sleep first, good boy."

"No, I'm with Yan Yan."

Mu Xiu shook his head, he could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​indulgence, being with Song Yan was just as important to him.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu continued to look at each other for a few seconds, then nodded lightly, he took Mu Xiu's hand, they walked out of the Minghua House, passed through the main hall, and came to the front yard of Xin Mu's Mansion at night, where they sat on the bench for daily fishing. Up and down.

And because it was a little closer to the gate, the strange noises outside the gate seemed to be in my ears, with a kind of frightening and irritating power.

Mu Xiu turned sideways and leaned on Song Yan's shoulder. Song Yan took a look at Mu Xiu's well-behaved and quiet appearance, and his expression continued to soften. His palms met, slightly opened, and then slowly raised.

Song Yan closed his eyes, and after a while, the butterflies hidden in the flowers of the underworld flew up one by one, and came towards Song Yan. They circled around Song Yan, and then flew down to Song Yan's palm one by one, and then Fly away again.

Too many underworld butterflies stayed, and the phosphorescence on their bodies stained Song Yan's palm. From a distance, Song Yan seemed to be holding the most peculiarly colored night pearl, and the shimmering light made him and Mu Xiu beside him as special. .

Suddenly, there was a "boom", something slammed into their door, and the door shook violently, almost being shaken apart.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu opened their eyes at the same time, and looked in the direction of the gate, which was also in the direction of the east gate of Twilight City.

They couldn't see the scenes in Twilight City, but they could guess the horror and bloodiness. These foreign warlocks underestimated the evilness of Twilight City and this land.

Looking intently for a while, Mu Xiu closed his eyes again, and slightly tightened his hands around Song Yan's waist.The more dangerous the night in Twilight City, the more unforgivable the old monk who carried Song Yan into the night 21 years ago.

The life and death crisis that Song Yan is facing now is much more than what Mu Xiu originally guessed.

Song Yan continued to look at it for a while, and his eyes fell on Mu Xiu's hand in front of his lower abdomen. He let go of his hand, picked up the windbreaker that he brought out with him on the bench, and put it on Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu closed his eyes, pulled the corner of the windbreaker, embraced Song Yan again, and moved to Song Yan's side, and the windbreaker surrounded Song Yan more than half.

Song Yan's hand stroked Mu Xiu's cheek lightly, he raised his hands, and continued to help the underworld butterflies evolve towards the past.

After learning from Ye Yi that Honggu used the reborn butterflies, Song Yan would spend some time on these ghost butterflies every day. For more than ten days in a row, finally three of them showed signs of advancement yesterday.

After helping the ordinary butterfly to warm up, Song Yan touched his eyebrows, and then three of the butterfly hovering around him landed on his palm.

"Don't force it, just try your best."

These three ghost butterflies are newly born ghost butterflies with extremely high spirituality. It would be a pity if they died directly because they failed to advance to the rank.

After the words fell, Song Yan used the "Confused God Art" to divide the power of the soul into three strands into the three ghost butterflies. To counteract the growing evil power outside the small courtyard.

These ghost butterflies haven't reacted yet, Song Yan turned his head to look, and Mu Xiu, who was leaning on his shoulder, was already asleep, his eyebrows were relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Mu Xiu liked his song "Song of the Soul" very much.

The movement outside their gate did not show any signs of abating, but Mu Xiu had already slept so peacefully.

When Song Yan was unconscious, the dark blue color of his left pupil became more pure and intense. He continued to sing the soul song, thinking of the past three years between him and Mu Xiu in his mind, and the meaning of happiness naturally flowed in the voice of the soul inside.

The strange wind of the dark night in Twilight City came to oppress the Mu Mansion, but in the gentle voice of the soul, it faded away like a tide.

Even some of the living people in the Dongchengmen area, which is closer to Mu's mansion, were huddled in the room tremblingly because of the outside movement, could vaguely hear such singing.

The singing that had been sung for a long time faded away, the night faded away like a tide, and the evil demon breath also faded away, only the bloody smell all over the city was still pungent and annoying, and the blood foam from the corpses was shocking.

The dim sky in the morning has shrouded Twilight City for nearly three hours, but still no door has been opened. The entire Twilight City is as quiet as a real dead city.

Song Yan in the front yard of Xinmu Mansion and the three underworld butterflies in his palm remained motionless for nearly three hours, as if falling asleep, but Song Yan's spiritual sense directly covered all the land within the Xinmu Mansion's radius. Perception can be described by observing the subtleties.

It is still unknown whether these ghost butterflies will be promoted successfully, but Song Yan's soul power has been greatly improved because of the recent frequent use of "Confused God Technique", which can be regarded as a breakthrough.

Mu Xiu who was next to Song Yan had already woken up. After adjusting his posture a few times, he stared at Song Yan obsessively for nearly three hours.

At this time, Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mu Xiu blinked. Before Song Yan could open his eyes, Mu Xiu leaned forward and kissed Song Yan's side face, "Good morning, Yan Yan."

Song Yan turned his head and came over, almost used to Mu Xiu's hobby of watching him, "Morning."

After saying that, he raised his palm slightly, and three ghost butterflies flew up. Then, another pair of wings grew from the root of their original wings. They were of different colors, red, gray and blue. Besides the larger wings, there were also A few strange lines emerged.

Without exception, the three Hades were all promoted successfully.Such a high success rate is related to Song Yan's breakthrough, and also related to the mutation in Twilight City last night. It is difficult to replicate the same situation.

Song Yan raised his hand slightly, and the newly grown gray wings were the largest, with the most complicated lines, and the most beautiful-looking butterfly landed on the back of his middle finger.

The other two circled around Song Yan, and also fell down.

Song Yan took Mu Xiu's hand, and said softly, "Let them follow you, okay?"

After spending more than ten days warming and raising them, and staying up all night to help them advance, Song Yan did not do anything else, but wanted to give birth to a few reborn butterflies for Mu Xiu.

He hoped that Moxiu would not have time to be useful, but the world is changing, and there are always various unexpected situations happening.

In this way, these butterflies can protect Mu Xiu more for him when he can't take care of it.

Mu Xiu glanced at the past Shengdie, and met Song Yan's eyes again. He nodded slightly, "Okay."

"like."

The dead butterfly is equal to another life of the ghost king. Song Yan's gift is no worse than the mid-level ghost weapon he gave before, but there is no need to make such a clear calculation between him and Song Yan. What he needs to accept is Song Yan's treatment of him. mind.

"I like Yan Yan," Mu Xiu repeated the meaning of his words, he liked Song Yan more than anything else, he liked it very much.

"I know," Song Yan nodded lightly, his eyes slightly stained with a smile, he turned sideways to meet Mu Xiu's lips, and they kissed lightly.

Compared with Mu Xiu's frequent confessions, Song Yan said less, but he liked Mu Xiu no less than Mu Xiu loved him.

After Song Yan adjusted his breathing, he leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder and replied in a low voice, "I like you too, Mu Xiu...very much."

After saying that, Song Yan lifted Mu Xiu up into the air, and walked steadily and quickly to the Minghua House in the backyard.

The other ghost butterflies around them flew back to the flowers in surprise, only the three ghost butterflies were still hovering around Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

But when Mu Xiu closed the door, they were also left outside Minghua House.

Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu's slightly agitated appearance, moved his mouth, and didn't try to stop him.

Mu Xiu looked so happy, but his most direct subconscious thought was to make Mu Xiu happier.

With this connivance, Song Yan and Mu Xiu didn't get up again that morning, and Mu Xiu appeared in front of the gate and opened it until the door of their house was almost knocked apart.

"What's the matter? Keep your voice down, my Yan Yan is sleeping."

Mu Xiu looked at Qiu Wei, who knocked on the door violently, with a slightly impatient look on his face, what should he do if he knocked on the door so loudly, waking up Yan Yan, his family.

"I..." Qiu Wei couldn't get out the words when he raised his voice, the color of the whole ghost was not quite right.

After a while, he lowered his voice and asked, "Did you really go to bed yesterday?"

Seeing Mu Xiu's satisfied face, he asked this question purely for self-torture.

Mu Xiu didn't answer this question, and turned his body slightly to the side, allowing Qiu Wei to come in.

"Whose hands did the forbidden technique fall into?"

Mu Xiu asked a question in a very casual tone.

"What kind of bullshit forbidden technique, if you haven't entered the door, those people will almost die..."

Qiu Wei hummed, he glanced at Mu Xiu, and his expression became smug again, "Tsk, trying to be a praying mantis failed."

"Then you wanted to be a yellow bird, but you failed..."

Mu Xiu wasn't annoyed at Qiu Wei's ridicule at all, he and Song Yan also found a complete forbidden technique in the ruined temple without the forbidden technique of a sorceress, and no one could lose to him and Song Yan.

"Quickly tell me what's going on, I still have to go in and sleep with Yan Yan..."

Mu Xiu led Qiuwei into the main hall, glanced at the Minghua House looming at the back door, and became even more impatient.

His impatience is not to stimulate Qiu Wei to watch, but because he really doesn't want to waste time chatting with Qiu Wei.