Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

The old abbot turned sideways, and the young monk in front of him had already laid out two futons, which were exactly the places for Song Yan and Mu Xiu.

Song Yan put one hand in front of him, bowed slightly, and then pulled Mu Xiu to sit down.

Mu Xiu was very curious about this small Buddhist hall. After sitting down, he turned his head left and right to look around.

From what the eyes can see and what the spiritual sense perceives, the style of this small Buddhist hall and even the entire Lingjue Temple has nothing to do with the ruined temple in Twilight City.

Neither Song Yan nor the old abbot stopped Mu Xiu from continuing to observe, and they started talking in whispers.

"Where did Mr. Xiao Song come back from this trip?"

The old abbot looked at Song Yan with gentle eyes and tone.

"Mu Xiaocheng, I don't know if Master has heard of it." Song Yan answered truthfully.

"Twilight City..." the old abbot pondered, and nodded slightly, "I've heard about it recently."

What he said should be that after the seventh lunar month event, a small number of returning warlocks completely brought the lost city of Twilight City back to the vision of people like them. As a person in the Tao, the old abbot naturally heard about it.

Song Yan was not in a hurry when he heard the words, he pondered for a moment, organized his words, and introduced the style and strangeness of Twilight City to the old abbot.

The old abbot's expression didn't change. The young monk behind him widened his eyes and looked amazed, a little fascinated.

"... living people and ghosts live in the same city, and the tranquility of the day alternates with the weirdness of the night. According to my observation, it is not only a city of terror, but also a barrier, which has condensed countless heroic spirits and blood barriers."

"Maybe once it was unbreakable, now..."

Song Yan paused at this point, his expression became a little dignified, he shook his head, sighed in a low voice and was speechless.

"Is this barrier unstoppable now?"

The little monk didn't have enough concentration, so he asked immediately, with a worried look on his face. Once such evil monsters invade the real world, not to mention ordinary people who have no resistance, even warlocks are afraid that few can fight against them.

"On the old map, the nine barriers outside Twilight City are all broken. If there is no follow-up maintenance and reconstruction, it will be broken within a hundred years."

Song Yan met the young monk's concerned gaze, and he answered with affirmative tone.

He wasn't scaring the little monk, he was just stating a fact.

And as more and more warlocks go to Twilight City to find forbidden spells, this fact will be placed in front of the entire warlock interface.This will also be one of the focuses of the capital meeting of the major family forces next year.

"One hundred years..." The old abbot pondered Song Yan's judgment, and his expression gradually became more dignified than that of the young monk.

He thought that Song Yan's [-]-year estimate was too optimistic.

The old abbot raised his eyes, met Song Yan's calm and firm eyes, and his eyes fell on Song Yan's brows. He sighed softly, "You shouldn't go back."

"Why did the master say that?"

Song Yan didn't necessarily agree with the old abbot's words, but he wanted to know where the old abbot's words came from.

"Hui Guang, you go out first," the old abbot whispered to the young monk, and then looked at Mu Xiu who didn't know when he turned his head to look at Song Yan, "Can you please wait outside the door for a while."

Mu Xiu shouldn't, he continued to look at Song Yan, waiting for Song Yan to make a decision.

Song Yan turned his head over, met Mu Xiu's eyes, pondered for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

The little monk Huiguang walked to the door first, waited for a while, Mu Xiu came out, and he closed the door again, he and Mu Xiu stood by the door waiting for the message from inside.

He has been with the old abbot since he was a child, and the experience of being called out like this is very rare.

It was also the first time that Mu Xiu had been by Song Yan's side for so long. As time passed, his complexion became worse and worse. He found that the small Buddhist hall, which looked very ordinary, completely blocked his perception. He didn't even listen to it. I don't know what was said in them.

Forty minutes later, with a "creak", the door of the Small Buddha Hall opened.

Song Yan opened it from the inside, and he came out across the threshold, walked up to Mu Xiu, took Mu Xiu's hand, and turned to look at the old abbot who came out to see him off.

"Master stop, thank you for clarifying."

"Amitabha!" The old abbot bowed his head slightly in return, and the young monk over there also returned to his side and held his hand.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu didn't look back, and he returned to the wing where he was resting temporarily.

Back in the room, Song Yan wanted to let go of Mu Xiu's hand, but before he let go, he continued to hold Mu Xiu tightly.

"What did you say?" Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Song Yan, who wanted to pour water, changed his other hand to continue pouring water, and then picked up half a glass.

Mu Xiu took half a step closer, and raised his hand to gently wipe the water stains on Song Yan's lips, "Did you say bad things about me again?"

If you can't tell him, nine out of ten you are talking bad about him. Buddhist warlocks are sometimes more nosy than Taoist warlocks.

"No," Song Yan shook his head, he pulled Mu Xiu to the door, pasted a piece of talisman on it, and they went to the side room and sat down on the futon by the window, pondered for a moment before speaking again.

"It's about the old monk and the ruined temple. He doesn't know as much as the old ghost told us."

But listening to it can also confirm the authenticity of some news to a certain extent.

Song Yan took out the phone from his pocket, pressed a few buttons, and a conversation about him and the old abbot began to play.After Mu Xiu finishes listening, he will delete it.He did this because he didn't want Mu Xiuru to think and care so much now.

"...The seal of the city lord fell on you, you may have an accident, and half of Twilight City was destroyed. Has Mr. Xiao Song considered the responsibility?" The old abbot said in a deep and dignified tone. Song Yan became the Lord of Twilight City.

Indeed, only in terms of age and qualifications, Song Yan seems not enough to take on such a heavy responsibility.

"Master, do you know the old monk who sent me to Twilight City back then?"

Song Yan's tone was steady, but also slightly sharp.

After pondering for a while, the old abbot spoke again, "21 years ago, my brother came back from a ten-year tour and brought back a baby who was less than seven days old. He closed the door of the Small Buddha Hall for three days and left with the baby. So far, no return.

There was another period of silence before he spoke again, "After senior brother left, I saw the words Twilight City in the discarded manuscript paper in the Buddhist hall. You and the baby are matched in age, and your aura... is also matched."

"He went to Twilight City to seal me."

Song Yan still asked questions, but his tone was basically affirmative. From all kinds of news from Xiaoxiaocheng, it was a jeopardy for ghosts and spirits, and it was also a natural and excellent sealing place.

What's more, the inheritance of the art of Lingjue Temple is related to the ruined temple of Twilight City, so it's not surprising to know about Twilight City.

But what the old monk and the old abbot didn't know was that Song Yan had the blood of the Yin clan, and the Yin clan was related to Muxiaocheng for generations. There is no possibility of failure.

"Senior brother is extremely talented, and he is the favorite disciple of the old monk master. However, when he was 20 years old, he rejected the position of abbot and traveled all the year round. When the master was alive, he returned in two or three years. After the master passed away , he came back in three to five years or ten years..."

The old abbot didn't expect that after the old monk left with the baby, he hasn't come back for about 21 years.

"Everything has its destiny, Amitabha!"

That's all for the old monk and the old abbot.

And Song Yan came to Lingjue Temple because the old abbot and others gave Yao Qing a salvation three years ago, and they also recited chapters in the "Sutra of Crossing the Dead".

The complete forbidden technique is of great importance, and it is absolutely impossible for too many people to know and master it. It is very possible that the old abbot and the old monk have a connection.

"Mr. Song Xiao and Twilight City seem to be related in the dark. Now that the city lord is on his body, he should take care of himself."

The following words were more similar to some exhortations and instructions to Song Yanshu, and Mo Xiu also listened carefully to the end of the recording.

Mu Xiu's face softened a little, he pulled Song Yan into his arms and hugged him, and frowned again.

"You were sent to Twilight City, like by accident, but also by design, some people want you to go, and some people don't want you to go..." It's hard to say what the intentions of these two types of people are.

The same is true for Song Yan's return to Twilight City this time. Some people want it, some people don't.

Perhaps one of the purposes of the old man's and Honggu's schemes was to lure the grown-up Song Yan back, but they probably didn't expect that Song Yan would come back to find the answer by himself without the need to lure him.

Song Yan didn't answer, he leaned on Mu Xiu's shoulder and deleted the recording casually.

But in the Small Buddha Hall, when Song Yan finished recording and got up to open the door, the old abbot said another sentence, which was not recorded.

"Continuing fate against the sky, I don't know how many twists and turns and deaths will happen... Only all living beings suffer, Amitabha!"

Mu Xiu didn't speak anymore, his uneasiness and entanglement had already been soothed by Song Yan's recording, he kissed Song Yan's hair, and hugged him contentedly.

After a while, Song Yan sat down, looked into Mu Xiu's eyes, and said softly, "Let's go back to Jiucheng..."

"Okay," Mu Xiu nodded, then he tilted his head, his expression slightly confused, he looked closer at Song Yan's eyes, "The color just changed..."

It was just now that Song Yan's pupils turned into that faint blue color, but it was only for a moment, before he was sure, the color turned into black and dark blue again.

Song Yan blinked his eyes lightly, he felt that his body hadn't changed in any way, but he often watched Mu Xiu's eyes change with his mood.

"But it's still pretty," Mu Xiu said as he leaned in and kissed Song Yan's left eye corner lightly. In order not to treat him specially, he kissed Song Yan's other eye corner.

The two solemn kisses aroused a little enthusiasm in his kissing, and he kissed Song Yan's face little by little, not missing any places, gentle and focused.

Song Yan closed his eyes slowly, his brows slowed down, and he carefully felt Mu Xiu's kiss.

It was too late for the old abbot to warn him. Ever since he met Mu Xiu, he had been walking on the road of renewing fate against the sky. Today, he can't turn back, and it's impossible to turn back.

After coming out of Lingjue Temple, they took a taxi to the hotel to check out, and then took a taxi to the bus station to catch the last bus back to Jiucheng. Two hours later, they arrived at Hejiao, Jiucheng New District, where they had been away for more than four months.

"Wow! Brother Yan Yan is back! Brother Mu Xiu is back too!"

The girl Gui Tingting floated over to greet her from afar, happily circling Song Yan and Mu Xiu several times.

Song Yan was also very happy to see Tingting, he took out two Minghua ghost food and threw them to Tingting, and then found the key to the house to open the door.

Huang Po and Old Man Song next door noticed the movement and opened the door one after another.

"I'm back, find time tomorrow to come and have a sit."

Huang Po still wore her pale pearl powder makeup, shook her feather fan, and seeing Song Yan nodding, she closed the door again.

"Ho ho..." Old Man Song also greeted Song Yan Muxiu and closed the door.

Compared with other neighbors who have a good relationship, their performance seems a little different and cold, but in fact this is already their most enthusiastic expression.

The door of the room was opened, and all the ghosts who stayed overnight in the clay pot in their front yard also lined up. After the old ghosts greeted each other, many new ghosts focused on introducing themselves to Song Yan Muxiu.

"Wait for two days, and I'll get you clay pots."

Song Yan took out the remaining Minghua ghost food from his backpack, looked at the girl ghost Tingting, and put the ghost food in front of Tingting, "Tingting will share it."

"Okay!" Tingting replied loudly, and her expression immediately changed from happy to serious. This was the first time Song Yan sent her a mission.

After explaining this, Song Yan dragged Mu Xiu across the small gravel road, then opened the door of the living room, and then opened all the windows in the house for ventilation.

Before going to bed, Song Yan only cleaned the room and the living room, and was forced by Mu Xiu to go back to bed to rest, and he didn't even have time to unpack and count the luggage that was sent home earlier.

Mu Xiu hugged Song Yan and rolled half a circle on the bed, slipped his hand into Song Yan's thin pajamas, and asked in a low voice, "Yan Yan can't sleep?"

"One thing," Song Yan did not deny. He still remembered the big boxes in the living room and the dusty study room. It would take an hour or two to tidy them up, but Mu Xiu refused to give them to him. It's time.

"Then... let's do something interesting and go to bed."

Counting from this point onwards, they had a few more days, and they had no real intimacy. After returning to his territory, the home that both he and Song Yan liked, Mu Xiu, the ghost king, was also a little excited.

Song Yan thought about it, but didn't agree immediately, but a thunder flashed outside the window, and the room where they turned off the lights was bright as day for a moment.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu had been in Twilight City for more than four months, except for the drizzle that Song Yan prayed for rain for half a day that day, it had never rained again, and a sudden heavy rain greeted them when they arrived home.

Mu Xiu's hand was slowly withdrawn from Song Yan's pajamas, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face, he turned to the side, "Yan Yan listen to the rain with me."

"No." Song Yan grabbed Mu Xiu's hand that was resting on his waist again, passed through Mu Xiu's fingers little by little, clasped his fingers tightly, and brought it to the side of the pillow. He turned slightly and kissed touched Mo Xiu's lips.

After the long and passionate kiss ended, Song Yanwei gasped and whispered, "I will accompany you to do interesting things... Do you want it?"

"Yes," Mu Xiu nodded without hesitation. He took advantage of the occasional thunder that flashed into the room to capture Song Yan's gentle smile. His heart was so excited, how could he not.

Song Yan was quite satisfied with Mu Xiu's answer, his kiss fell again, and their pajamas, which had been rubbed apart, were quickly untied, half hanging beside the bed...

Song Yan tonight is more active and devoted than usual, this kind of Song Yan cannot be rejected by Mu Xiu.

Intertwined bodies occasionally appeared in the thunder light, and a little uncontrollable panting was accompanied by the sound of rain.

Before the heavy rain ended, Song Yan and Mu Xiu fell asleep in extreme sleepiness and satiation.

Song Yan waded through the water, walking in Mu Xiu's haunted house that was bound to be submerged on a rainy night. This time, it was not Mu Xiu who took the initiative to lead him in, but relying on his familiarity with Mu Xiu's aura and domain, he fell asleep in his physical body. I found it later.

During the rainy night, Mu Xiu shielded all perceptions from the outside world. He didn't know Song Yan would come for him beforehand, and it's even more impossible to know now.

The sky was covered with thunderclouds, and there was not a single lighting lantern in Mu's house. It was more like Song Yan's feeling when he entered Mu Xiu's domain for the first time. It was cold and lonely, eerie and eerie.

But Song Yan no longer had the fear he felt when he entered this place for the first time, all he wanted at the moment was to find Mu Xiu as soon as possible.

The rainwater continued to rise, did not pass over Song Yan's head, and then submerged the entire Mu Zhai and the town where Mu Zhai was located.

Song Yan paddled forward, he found a slightly familiar library, then he found a rockery, and he found layers of curtains floating on the bottom of the water...

In the black iron prison deep in countless curtains, Song Yan finally found Mu Xiu whose limbs were bound by black chains.

"Mu Xiu..." Song Yan called softly, he got into the prison's entrance, swam to Mu Xiu's side, and hugged him tightly, "Mu..."

Before he could wake up Mu Xiu, a huge suction came from below them, and Song Yan, who subconsciously hugged Mu Xiu, was also pulled down. Song Yan and Mu Xiu had disappeared at the bottom of the water in Huangquan. Xiu's figure.

"Who are you? Why did you show up at my house?"

A handsome young man of twelve or thirteen pinched Song Yan's chin, looking at it carefully.

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes, met the boy's dark and amber pupils, and asked, "Mo Xiu?"

The young Mu Xiu narrowed his eyes, "You still know my name... Tell me, what are you doing at my house? Do you want to steal books, or arrest me?"

Song Yan suddenly realized that he should have been dragged into Mu Xiu's past memories by the black chain, but Mu Xiu did not have him in those memories.

"I won't steal books, and I won't arrest you...I'll come and see you."

As Song Yan said, he raised his hand subconsciously, paused for a while, and continued to fall on the young Mu Xiu's hair, rubbing it lightly.

"Look at me?" The young Mu Xiu couldn't fully understand this word, but he didn't feel any malice from Song Yan, and even Song Yan gave him a strange feeling that he wanted to get close.

"Hmph, then I allow you to look at me..."

The young Mu Xiu raised his chin, then suddenly moved closer, raised his face to give Song Yan a good look.

Song Yan carefully looked at the young Mu Xiu for a while, his eyes slightly turned away. In Mu Xiu's room, all the decorations were as... In the future, black wooden bed, black wooden dressing table, black wooden table and chairs.

"Why don't you look at me? I look better than them all."

The young Mu Xiu shook Song Yan's arm, feeling a little displeased with Song Yan's distraction.

Song Yan's eyes continued to fall back on the young Mu Xiu's face, and he raised his other hand and landed on the young Mu Xiu's hair, "Yes, you are prettier than them all."

"Huh, of course it is," said the young Mu Xiu, with a slight smile in his eyes.

He was also looking at Song Yan seriously, and after watching for a while, he commented meaningfully, "You're not ugly either."

"The eyes are blue, like stars..."

After he finished speaking, Song Yan turned his head to look at the mirror of the dressing table, and sure enough, his eyes were no longer one black and one blue, but light blue.

Song Yan withdrew his hand and stroked his eyes. Among all the knowledge he has studied so far, there is very little information about his and Mu Xiu's physique. constitution.

At this moment, it is impossible to judge whether his change is the inevitable result of this kind of physique, or some kind of unpredictable mutation.

"What's wrong with you?" The young Mu Xiu shook Song Yan's arm again, with a little concern on his face.

Song Yan looked away from the mirror, looked at the young Mu Xiu, and replied seriously, "I'm fine."

The young Muxiu continued to tilt his head to look at Song Yan for a while, and then yawned lazily. His routine has always been very similar to other people. It has been like this since he was a teenager. He must sleep for seven or eight hours a day, and he will feel sleepy when the time comes.

"I'm sleepy, how about you?"

The young Muxiu didn't let go of Song Yan's left arm, and it was the same at this moment. His expression was a little tangled. It stands to reason that he should drive Song Yan away at this time so that he can go to sleep, but inexplicably, he didn't want Song Yan to Walk.

"I'll sleep with you," Song Yan replied naturally.

He stood up, picked up the young Mu Xiu who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and put him inside, and then he lay down on the bed himself.

The young Mu Xiu's eyes widened unconsciously, and he was a little startled, but he didn't reprimand or refuse.

"Sleep, I'll sing for you..."

Song Yan patted the young Mu Xiu's shoulder, and sang a gentle soul song in a low voice.

The young Muxiu's eyelids gradually became heavy. Before he closed his eyes completely, he rolled into Song Yan's arms, and fell asleep completely.

A little sleepiness struck, Song Yan's eyes, which were about to close, widened again, and the suction that had appeared before reappeared around him and Mu Xiu.

The drowsiness and suction disappeared, Song Yan sat up, it was still the same room, the same bed, and the young man beside him shrank again.

The little doll, with one black and one amber eyes, stared at him wide, slightly startled, but still managed to remain calm.

"who are you?"

While the five-year-old Mu Xiu stared at Song Yan, he curled up into a ball, like a little hedgehog trying to protect himself.

"My name is Song Yan," Song Yan replied, he raised his hand tentatively, and touched it on the top of Xiao Muxiu's head at a slower speed than before, rubbed it, and after making sure that Xiao Muxiu was slightly relaxed, he stretched out his hand Xiao Muxiu hugged her in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Little Muxiu was in Song Yan's arms, still staring round and round, clenched his fists slightly, and continued to maintain a state of defense.

Song Yan didn't speak anymore, he continued to rub the back of little Muxiu's neck, he had never coaxed a child before, but if this child was Muxiu, he would learn to coax him without a teacher.

After a long time, little Muxiu looked up at Song Yan in confusion, "Didn't you come to arrest me and shut the pool?"

"What pool?" Song Yan asked back, rubbing Xiao Muxiu's back without stopping.

"The pool is dark, big and deep, and something is about to bite me, it hurts..."

As Xiao Muxiu spoke, he pulled back the black silk clothes on his arms, and complex patterns appeared in his white and tender body.

Song Yan stopped patting, and looked carefully at Xiao Muxiu's hand, frowning, unable to hide his distress.

The methods of the Mu family's ancestors to release Mu Xiu were too rough, and the follow-up feeding was also too rough. In the years before Mu Xiu fully grew up, there were endless sufferings waiting for him.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Muxiu continued to tilt his head and asked, he felt the emotion in Song Yan's expression that was more painful than him, and the feeling of "distressed" was completely different in Xiao Muxiu's world. beyond his comprehension.

Song Yan didn't respond to these words, he gently hugged Xiao Muxiu, and continued to pat his back.

Little Muxiu is even easier to coax than the young Muxiu. After patting like this for a while, he let go of his clenched fists a little bit. He has already fallen into a deep sleep, but there is fear and anxiety that can't go away between his brows.

Mu Xiu in this period is too weak, too weak to protect himself, too weak to resist harm.