take care of yourself

To be honest, this house doesn't look like a monk's residence. Yingyao couldn't see any talisman seals or aura fluctuations of formations. Only a few minutes after opening the door, the door hinge was already damaged by the frost, and Ying Yao's hand fell off as soon as he put it on, almost slapping him in the face.

Ying Yao removed the door panel and put it aside, leaned on the cut ice, applied two simple protective formulas on his body, and lowered his head into the wooden house.

The things in the house were also frozen and brittle, and they creaked as soon as they stepped on them, and sawdust and ice shards fell down, causing the whole house to crumble. Dare to touch.

"This seems to be a mortal residence," Jiu Sujian followed Ying Yao around the room cautiously, and then muttered again, "Well, no, there is no stove and bed, unless this is a place that doesn't need to eat or sleep. mortal."

After turning around, Ying Yao returned to the middle of the room, looked around again, found a floor that seemed to be able to bear the weight of a person, and stood on it, carefully observing the layout of the entire wooden house.

This is a small wooden house. There are only two rooms in total. One room only has a low table and futon, and the other room is filled with bookshelves and bookcases against the wall. The books on the bookshelves should not be valuable. , without any protective talismans carved on it, it has been frozen for many years in this icy and snowy place, and the pages of the book turned into crystal fragments when the wind brought in when Ying Yao opened the door.

Ying Yao took all this into his eyes. He crossed his arms and held the scabbard of the Jiusu Sword in his hand. He looked at the only bookcase in the room with talisman engraved on it and thought for a while, then got up and floated towards it.

However, he didn't open the bookcase immediately. Yingyao had lingering fears about how he had been flying without touching the ground for nearly three days in the secret realm of Tongtian Territory. Rescued from the precarious state, went out to find a piece of ice and moved it in to use as a chair, and cut an icicle with the saving sword as a door hinge, closed the door, and sat firmly on the ice chair before starting to look through the bookcase.

Zhuo Yuanshan's own brushwork is indeed the pen habit of engraving and drawing talismans on the book box. Ying Yao glanced over and found that most of them were vicious defensive talismans and talismans for curses. Jue died, but Zhuo Yuanshan's cultivation at that time probably just reached the middle and late stage of Yuanying, which is not enough for Ying Yao now.

Therefore, he easily erased the talisman marks carved by Zhuo Yuanshan on the book box, and opened the book box amidst Jiu Su Jian complaining endlessly that he used himself to cut ice cubes.

"I didn't use you to chop wood," Ying Yao retorted with his sword confidently, "It's clearly ice, not wood."

The Jiusu sword flew around him angrily, and the thick tassel on the hilt swung round and round, accusing him and saying, "They all use chopping, what's the difference!"

Ying Yao didn't know when he stole the hair from the snow bear and weaved it into his sword fringe. He grabbed the overly lively Jisujian and put it on his lap, and grabbed its fringe on his fingers. After winding around for a while, he calmed down for a while, trying to understand why Jiu Su Jian was suddenly too lively.

"I know you care about me, but I don't think I really need you to divert my attention in this way. It's just a knot in my heart, and it's not a demon. I think I can handle it." Jianxiu said, "So Where did you get the snow bear hair? Don't you think it would be weird to add a white strand to the red fringe?"

Jiusujian immediately became quiet, turned over on Yingyao's lap, hid the tassel of the sword under the hilt, and pretended nothing happened.

Ying Yao had no way to argue with it, he glanced at Jian dumbfoundedly, and turned his gaze back to the open bookcase.

Zhuo Yuanshan's bookcase is quite full, and it has been placed there for a long time. Even with the function of talisman seals, some paper books are still extremely fragile. Ying Yao carefully took them out and put them in the room On the only low table, two solidified formulas were patched on it, so as not to be damaged when flipping through it for a while, and I lowered my head to check the remaining jade slips in the box.

The jade slips contained some "non-self" exercises and the cultivation experience of the predecessors. Ying Yao glanced at them, but found nothing special in them, so he didn't look carefully, and put the jade slips back into the box. He was going to bury them together with Zhuo Yuanshan's body in a while, and went to read those books instead.

The book is Zhuo Yuanshan's own practice handbook, which may be a habit he acquired from his parents and elders. There are quite detailed records before and after each retreat, so that people can easily see the trajectory of his practice all the way. There are also some gentle or sharp records of daily life.

Most of the gentle writing is describing what kind of scenery I saw when I went out today, what food I found in the small town at the foot of the mountain, while the sharp writing is writing about the battle with the snow bear, or the disputes and fights with other monks But generally speaking, the writing is mostly gentle, and the writing about fighting with other monks is not as cruel as when Ying Yao saw Zhuo Yuanshan for the first time.

At this time Zhuo Yuanshan may not have been possessed by demons, or he is struggling with inner demons, Ying Yao closed the book and thought, so why did he call me here?Is there anything in these books that can affect me?

There are 52 books of Zhuo Yuanshan's manuscripts, and the time span of each book is about three to four years, adding up to a total of [-] years. Judging from Zhuo Yuanshan's own description, during such a long period of time, he has been He lived in isolation and never had any contact with his relatives. The only time he interacted with people was the small town down the mountain and when he was hunting snow bears.

Ying Yao knew that Zhuo Yuanshan had an older sister, judging from her behavior of refining love Gu for Zhuo Yuanshan, the relationship between the two of them should be okay, it seemed strange that they hadn't been in touch for a long time, he had a hunch that Zhuo Yuanshan There might be answers in Shan's notebooks, so he arranged them in chronological order and read them one by one.

The letter begins when Zhuo Yuanshan realizes that he is being tempted by the inner demon, and leaves Wuliang City with his sister Zhuo Yuanlan without saying goodbye, and ends when he succumbs to the temptation of the inner demon, merges with it, and stops the hidden life of living alone. Before he entered Xixue Mountain, Ying Yao saw that he wrote on the last page of the handbook: "Because I found out that I was used by my father as a tool to practice the 'not-self' Taoism, before he was going to kill me to cut off the relationship Killed him first, so he was my demon for 60 years after that, and now I'm killing him again."