Everyone owes me a favor

There is the sound of silk and bamboo outside the window, the mandarin ducks raised in the back lake are sleeping deeply in the shade, and a bunch of small purple flowers bloomed by the lake.

The mornings in the Qing Pavilion are always slow and lazy. The girls have not hung the curtains and slept late, only the young men who got up early yawned and smeared rosin on the girls' pipa and dulcimer.

And in a small pavilion, an uninvited guest, polite and polite, please Feng Ruyu to die in peace.

Feng Rugu took the tea and took a sip: "Many people want me to die, you are the first one to be so polite..."

But before he finished speaking, he hastily put down his teacup, took a bite of the overnight snack next to him.

Feng Rugu said with a bitter face, "It's Kuding. I'm most afraid of Kuding."

Bai Ying looked at him very patiently.

Feng Ruyuan swept away the fallen dim sum pastry, and dusted off his robe, as if sitting opposite him was an old friend who had known him for many years, and was having a tea chat with him.

"Although 'he' told me that it is best not to talk to you, and not to believe anything you say, but I still want to say one thing..." Bai Ying said, "Compared to 12 years ago, you have really changed many."

This sentence contains a lot of profound meaning, as if something is wrong, Feng Rugu couldn't figure it out for a while, so he casually asked one of the things he cared about the most: "Who is 'he'? Black clothes, ghost face, take a Tang Dao?"

Bai Ying was slightly taken aback, then laughed: "He told me not to talk to you, he was right."

... It really was the man in black who forced Wen Chen to cut off his sister's head with his own hands.

"Even if you don't tell me, I know you have an accomplice." After taking a sip, Feng Rugu felt that the dim sum tasted good, so he simply took another piece, "Just now, I thought he was there, so I mixed everything up. We talked together."

The white figure did have the magnanimous style of a national scholar. Seeing that he was eating and drinking freely, he also sat down and listened quietly to what he said.

Feng Rugu was also not polite to him, and said to himself: "In the ancient city of Shuisheng, there have been two strange things recently. The first one is that some people in the city were taken away from their souls and were bedridden; the monks of Hanshan Temple went home to visit because of this, their throats were cut and their bodies were thrown away. , this is the second one."

The white figure was silent, and the long eyelashes in the shadow fell, so it was impossible to tell what mood he was in.

"These two incidents are very strange in themselves: the throat of the young monk in Hanshan Temple was cut off with a knife by Tang Dao, and the method was extremely severe and merciless; but the person who took the soul only shared the soul and the other, and the victim All of them are local wealthy families. Even if they are unconscious, they still have enough money to support them. At least they won’t be in danger of freezing or starving... Not to mention, this is so thoughtful, so thoughtful that it’s like a mother-in-law In short, these two things don't look like they were done by the same person."

Speaking of this, Feng Ruyuan patted the crumbs on his hands, and said with a smile: "A heartless person and a loving person, why do you want to work together? Just to kill me? I, Feng Ruyuan, are so easily disgusted by others? "

Bai Ying didn't speak, I don't know if it was acquiescing, or because he was embarrassed by Feng Ru when he opened his mouth, he simply made up his mind and stopped saying a word.

Feng Rugu didn't care about his silence, pointed to the teacup in front of Bai Ying, and said generously: "I thought you would come together, this cup of tea is to respect your kindness and righteousness in doing things; he killed my fiancée and many irrelevant bystanders , not worthy of drinking tea, only worthy of watching."

This was crazy and childish, but Bai Ying spoke again: "Sorry, I take that back. You are still similar to 12 years ago."

Feng Ruyu raised his eyebrows: "We met here 12 years ago?"

Shirai Shadow snorted, and he turned into a human form in this way.

It was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, his clothes were as white as snow, his eyes were handsome and his eyebrows were trimmed, his demeanor was like the wind in the forest, but there was an extremely dazed melancholy in his brows and eyes, which gave him a feeling of being out of the world.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his cheeks were flushed, and he said: "I am practicing Ruxin, and I once met Yun Zhongjun once."

Feng Ruyuan carefully examined his face: "But I don't remember you."

Could it be the plague demon that he killed?

But, not to mention the fact that Feng Rugu had already dismantled that demon into pieces, the demon had been cultivated beyond recognition, his body was covered with pests, he was a utterly ugly thing, and his demeanor and appearance did not quite match the figure in front of him.

The young man named "Lian Ruxin" didn't hesitate, he said "offend", stretched out his fingertips, and wiped Feng Rugu's eyes lightly.

Feng Rugu was holding the cup, hesitating whether to take a sip of Kuding, pressing the sweetness on the bottom of his tongue, he felt his eyes flash, his palm shook, and some tea spilled out of the cup.

……

What floated before Feng Rugu's eyes was Lian Ruxin's memory.

To be precise, it is the spirit of the stone god, practicing Ruxin's memory.

In this world, there really are stone gods.

In ancient times, Nuwa smelted stones to mend the sky to mend the cracks in the sky, but a drop of molten stone fell on the top of Mizhi Mountain, which almost caused the failure of patching the sky. Fortunately, the molten stone has a spirit. With his spiritual consciousness, he successfully mended the leakage of the sky.

Therefore, the world is peaceful, Haiyan and rivers are clear, but there is only a crack in the sky in the southeast of Mizhi Mountain, where the scene of broken clouds is common, and you can see it when you climb the mountain in the evening.

After the flood stopped, people felt the miracle, worshiped the sacred stone, worshiped it as a god, and took root around Mizhi Mountain, and established the ancient city of Shuisheng.

However, although the divine stone has divine power, it is not in its place after all.

The ancient gods have long been lost, and the god stone needs the power of great wishes to have the ability to mend the sky continuously.

The so-called "power of great wish" is the offering of incense by the common people, and every three years, believers must climb the mountain and walk into the sacred stone voluntarily. The flesh and blood are integrated with the sacred stone, and the divine power of the sacred stone can survive. Guaranteed.

To continue the divine power of the Divine Stone, three believers are required to offer sacrifices for each sacrifice.

If the power of the sacred stone is gone and the sky is split open again, the people here will surely suffer.

Therefore, every 50 years since the birth of the sacred stone, a person in the stone will be split. responsibility.

After 50 years, the man in the stone has exhausted his spiritual power and returns to the stone, and the next man in the stone will come out.

All the people in the stone look exactly the same. From the beginning to the end, they are young and immortal.

They also have names, and they took the word "Lian" from "refining stones to mend the sky" and used them to get a surname of "Lian", which has been passed down for thousands of years.

...even though no one knows.

The day Lian Ruxin walked out of the sacred stone, she inherited all the memories and responsibilities passed down by her predecessors in the stone for thousands of years.

Those memories quickly taught him what to do and what not to do.

The man in the stone was born out of the sacred stone, and his survival is also dependent on the divine power of the sacred stone. Therefore, the man in the stone cannot step out of the scope of the ancient city of Shuisheng, and his spiritual power cannot extend beyond the ancient city.

Apart from all the important things, the memories of his ancestors also told him a peculiar note.

——Do not intersect with any living creatures.

They are the guardians of the sacred stone, not the real god of the sacred stone. If they have a specific appearance and appear in the world, the power of their vows will inevitably be shifted.

Lian Ruxin was dressed in white, standing in front of the stone, with a trance-like expression like a newborn child, with thousands of years of memories in her heart.

The memory also told him one important thing.

...The current Divine Stone no longer has the prestige it once had.

On the day of the last festival, only two people were willing to go up the mountain to offer sacrifices.

In order to develop believers, the people in Shizhong did good deeds in the city, and even performed miracles at the cost of losing their lives. However, Dongcheng said it was a manifestation of a witch god, and Beicheng said it was a blessing from the city god. There are different opinions.

Of course, some people said that it was the blessing of the ancient stone god, but that voice was suppressed by the other two voices, and it seemed so weak.

In order to keep the incense alive, the previous person in the stone overdrawn his life and performed miracles. In the end, he only lived for 35 years.

When reading this memory, Lian Ruxin squatted by the stream and splashed in the water, her heart was empty.

He thought, maybe the good deeds of the ancestors have not been done enough.

Therefore, in the next three years, he worked hard to do good deeds, spread good fortune, and specially stimulated his spiritual power to make the statue of the stone temple shine brightly, creating the illusion of God's presence in the world.

During this period, he met a small sika deer.

Sika deer like to come to him and lick him with their soft tongues.

Although Lian Ruxin has no feelings, she doesn't hate this kind of warmth, so she can only let this little thing come to him every day to play around for a while.

However, one day, the deer failed to come.

It was shot in the leg by a passing hunter, although it escaped, but when Lian Ruxin found it, it was extremely injured and unable to recover.

Lian Ruxin tried to revive it with strength.

However, if you want to save a life, it is no less than turning the world around, only the power of God can do it.

He is not a god, he is just a human-shaped stone with a lifespan of 50 years and some spiritual power.

It lay on Lian Ruxin's lap, twitched in pain, its eyes covered with water were slowly closed, and it stopped breathing.

Lian Ruxin buried the fawn's body with leaves, and went to see it every day until it emitted a stench and was dragged away by wild dogs without a trace.

Lian Ruxin looked at the blood-stained deer hair that fell off the ground, and vaguely understood the reason why his predecessors did not allow him to deal with living creatures.

On the day of the ceremony, Lian Ruxin, who does good deeds every day, actually gathered three believers who were willing to sacrifice herself.

On the mountain road, he broke the barrier that usually guards the mountain, waiting to pick them up.

When the three old people came up the mountain and saw Lian Ruxin, the three of them seemed to see a god, and they bowed together, calling out gods.

Lian Ruxin had never talked to anyone before, her face was so cold that she didn't know it was flushed.

He didn't know what to say, so he simply said nothing, and led the three of them towards the sacred stone.

Two of the three old men bowed their heads in silence, chanting scriptures silently, and only one was nagging, begging Stone God to extradite him and help him ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Lian Ruxin lowered her head and only cared about climbing the mountain.

He couldn't say that there is no Paradise, they can only become one body with the stone, standing on the top of the mountain, and being blown by rain and wind year after year.

By sacrificing them, the people of the ancient city at the foot of the mountain will have three years of peace, good weather, peace and harmony.

Lian Ruxin brought them to the rock, and said calmly: "If you have any wish, please tell me. As long as it is in line with the laws of nature and human relations, Shenshi will try its best to fulfill it for you."

This is what all the people in the stone say before they start their sacrifices.

The divine stone concentrates on cultivating and accumulating Qi, and rarely responds to the wish of the prayer. Therefore, most of the wishes come true, depending on the person in the stone.

They can't bring the dead back to life, but the people in Shizhong will try their best to help them take care of their wives and children, bless the safety and prosperity of the three generations of the sacrificer's family, and so on.

The three also said their wishes one by one.

They are old, and what they say is nothing more than protecting their children, and they thank Lian Ruxin repeatedly, as if they have received some gift from Lian Ruxin.

Immediately, they stepped into the spirit stone one after another and disappeared without a trace.

Lian Ruxin stood blankly in front of the empty rock, lowered her head and looked at her hands.

In a daze, he felt that his palms were covered with blood-stained deer fur.

When I looked again, the hand was still a hand.

...but the heart is no longer that heart.

In the second year, Lian Ruxin went crazy and did good deeds. Some people's lifetime merits, accumulated, may not be as good as what he has done in this year.

In the family of the sacrificer, life was prosperous, so there were rumors in the city that the stone god had been very effective recently.

The stone god's incense is flourishing again.

Another three-year ceremony, Lian Ruxin waited on the stone path, watching the believer and the stone merge into one, only felt that he was neither sad nor happy, like a qualified stone.

After such a long time, he felt lonely.

A stone can also feel lonely, not to mention that he has been contaminated with too much worldly color in order to do good deeds.

He sometimes came to the junction between the ancient city and the outside world in the middle of the night, trying to go to the outside world.

However, as long as he reaches out, his arm will immediately turn into flying stone dust.

It doesn't hurt, but it looks scary.

Once, he jumped off the city wall, and his whole body was turned into fly ash, but when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the God Stone.

Then, it was 12 years ago.

A plague broke out in the city, causing many casualties.

Because the ancient city is protected by the god stone for many years, it is blessed with profound blessings, even if something bad happens, it will surely turn the bad luck into good luck.

The source of the disaster was not in the city, so his first thought was to save everyone's lives first.

So, he exhausted his cultivation and hanged his life for the people in the city, which greatly reduced the number of victims, but he couldn't offset the pain, and people still died, and the city was filled with sickness, and there was no end to death.

In just two days and one night, Lian Ruxin lost six or seven years of life.

But only overnight, the evil-smelling ancient city returned to normal.

Lian Ruxin exhausted her skills, her face was pale, she put down her hands in the mudra, leaned against a zelkova tree and fell into a deep sleep before she had time to think about anything.

He was awakened by a drop of morning dew hitting the tip of his nose.

He got up and wanted to go to the stream to freshen up, but when he passed by the southeast cliff, he saw a figure from a distance.

It was a young man with long hair in neon clothes, combed into a high ponytail, and holding a string of transparent cicada sloughs in his hand, sitting quietly on the edge of the cliff, with one leg bent, elbows on his knees, and a flagon in the other, looking at the gray sky.

Out of curiosity, Lian Ruxin stopped and stared at him.

The boy seemed to be waiting for something, drinking and waiting.

Soon, what the boy was waiting for came.

A round of red sun leaped out of the sky and went straight to Donggan, and the light mist slowly gushed out from the crack in the sky, wrapping around it like a light fur coat.

...He stayed here for a full quarter of an hour, just to catch a glimpse of the sunrise?

Lian Ruxin didn't open her mouth to ask, but the boy on the cliff turned her head back, as if she knew there was someone behind her, and she didn't turn her head to chat because she was afraid that she couldn't see the critical moment of sunrise.

"Excuse me. I went up to the mountain to bring some cicada sloughs for my little mortal, to make some small lanterns, and light them for fun at the Lantern Festival in a few days. Seeing that the sun is about to rise, I came to enjoy it."

The young man raised the jug and said with a smile, "I've finished watching, now it's your turn."

After all, the young man leaped down the Baizhang cliff with light toes, only a small half of his clothes fluttered in the air for a moment, and then completely disappeared in Lian Ruxin's eyes.

After a long time, Lian Ruxin knew what happened in the city.

A plague caused trouble and was beheaded by a young Taoist priest. Once the source of the disaster was cut off, many people recovered without medicine.For joy, the Lantern Festival, which was originally scheduled for the middle of the month, was also held as scheduled.

Everyone praised the young Taoist priest as an immortal king, saying that he came and left calmly, fearing that the immortal king would come down to the world, without him, many people in the city would have died or injured.

On the day of Lantern Festival, Lian Ruxin sat on the cliff, overlooking the dots of lights in the city, like a long river of stars, with lowered eyes, touching her heart, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But Lian Ruxin knew that she was born of a stone and had no heart at all.

He avoided the hustle and bustle, squatted alone by the stream to play in the water, thinking, that fairy is a very good person, he is very happy and free.

But what Lian Ruxin never imagined was that after that disaster, the temple of Immortal "Fuyan" began to be erected in the city, and the incense was flourishing, and crowds of people came and went in front of the temple.

There are only a few thousand people in the city, and if they believe in one family, they will not believe in another.

From now on, no matter how much painstaking efforts Lian Ruxin puts in, the peace and happiness in the city will almost all be attributed to Immortal "Fu Yan".

In the family of believers who once sacrificed themselves to Shanshi, the young daughter of Huaichun also went to the "Fuyan" fairy temple to pay homage every day, praying that the fairy would give her a good husband.

Lian Ruxin guarded behind her, bounced a stone, and after driving away a disciple who had been following her for a long time, she looked up at the sky with a confused expression.

In the stone temple, the incense burns down day by day.

Finally, at a certain ceremony, Lian Ruxin opened the barrier and waited on the mountain path for a whole night, but did not see a believer who climbed the mountain to offer sacrifices.

At sunrise, Lian Ruxin walked to the side of the sacred stone step by step, imitating the appearance of the sacrificer, reciting ancient scriptures in a low voice, and lowered her head to enter the stone.

...he wanted to sacrifice himself.

However, nothing happened.

Shishi has no soul, no aura, and even Shenshi refuses to accept him.

Lian Ruxin caressed the divine stone, knelt down in front of the stone, and rested her forehead on the stone.

He didn't know what to do.

Since then, Lian Ruxin has never waited for any sacrificer.

...and the crack in the sky became bigger than before, and the sky gradually became abnormal.

Except for Lian Ruxin who stayed here every day, no one would notice this.

He went to the southeast cliff to watch every day, he was a little anxious, and when he went down the mountain to look at the incense, he was even more disappointed.

But he cannot force others to believe in God, let alone force others to offer sacrifices.

Time flies, Lian Ruxin has lived alone on the mountain for nineteen years.

One day, an unexpected visitor ushered in on Mizhi Mountain.

It was a magician, Lian Ruxin could tell it at a glance.

However, there is no blood on his body, obviously he is a young demon who has never killed a living, and he is not a blood sect who specializes in killing people, so Lian Ruxin doesn't care about him, just treat him as a passerby.

He walked here, as if he was tired, picked wild fruits, and after feasting, he drank a handful of mountain springs.

Soon, he suffered from abdominal pain and curled up in a small ball under the tree, unable to move.

In the end, Lian Ruxin, who was used to doing good things, took him back to the cave where she lived, rubbed his belly to relieve the cold in his stomach, and said quietly: "The wild fruit is cold in nature and has a strange color. Knowing that you can’t eat it indiscriminately, why would you eat it.”

The young and reckless little Mo Dao stared at his cold red face: "Who are you?"

"I'm not someone." Lian Ruxin said, "You should go quickly."

Little Mo Dao was not afraid of him either, and said with a smile, "I won't leave unless you tell me who you are. Are you an immortal in this mountain?"

Lian Ruxin said, "I'm not a fairy."

Except for the sacrificial offerings, he seldom talked to anyone, and the more he talked, the redder his face became, but he couldn't feel it, so in Xiao Modao's opinion, this person was really interesting.

The little demon muttered: "Yes, a Taoist priest will kill me now. If you are a god, you will not refuse to kill me."

Although Lian Ruxin is guarding this corner of the city and can't go anywhere, but he also knows about the extermination of demons in the world, and after hearing what he said, he said dryly: "I won't kill you."

Xiao Mo Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, turned over, and approached Lian Ruxin with hands and feet: "Do you want me to stay?"

Lian Ruxin smelled his scent, and then realized that he was cultivating the Acacia sect in the magic way.It's a pity that he has no intention, so he will not be tempted by the charming fragrance that comes with Hehuanzong.

Lian Ruxin sat upright and said, "You can stay, maybe it's safer."

To him, it was just another good deed that went well.

Little Mo Dao was also polite, and grinned, revealing a pointed canine tooth: "My name is Yi Shangchen."

Lian Ruxin said, "My name is Lian Ruxin."

Yi Shangchen looked him up and down.

Lian Ruxin asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Yi Shangchen stretched his waist and said with a smile: "I am a person, as the name suggests, I am just a piece of dust, chasing the wind. I like to walk around, and I will go wherever the wind blows. I’ve seen Mount Hua, Mount Huang, and River Wei. Maybe when the next monsoon comes, I’ll leave again.”

Such an enviable romance and freedom reminded Lian Ruxin of the boy who was waiting for the sunrise.

Wandering around freely, without having to think about the good deeds to be done today, is a dream that Lian Ruxin can't realize in her life.

Lian Ruxin put on a pleading gesture, bowed her head and said, "Please tell me what those places look like, is that okay?"