Everyone owes me a favor

Yi Shangchen lived in Mizhi Mountain for two years.

He was a little clever, and quickly guessed the embarrassing situation Lian Ruxin was facing based on Lian Ruxin's few words and the weak incense in the city.

He yelled unfairly: "Why? Why should the things you do be attributed to that **** fairy?"

Lian Ruxin was gentle and gentle: "There is no reason. People trust him, but I can't influence people's hearts."

Yi Shangchen actively advised him: "If you want me to tell you, don't worry about them. When they suffer a disaster, they will naturally cry and worship God, regardless of the smell. Let’s worship together, and if you show some supernatural powers at that time, the incense will definitely flourish.”

Lian Ruxin said, "No."

Yi Shangchen was surprised: "Why not?"

Lian Ruxin touched his heart, which was as motionless as iron and stone.

He said softly: "Stone God's millennium ambition is to protect the people's safety, not to abandon the people in danger."

Chen Qi said on the clothes: "Excellent, when the sky falls, we will all die together."

Lian Ruxin said: "I think there will always be a way to get the best of both worlds."

Yi Shangchen said: "You have been waiting for so many years, have you found a way to achieve both ends?"

Practice like a speech block.

The auspicious aura of the earth is strong here, but because the sky is missing a corner, the aura of the heavenly spirit is insufficient.

Daoist practice pays attention to feng shui, so he would not choose a site with a lack of spirit to practice, so there are no immortal sects around the ancient city, and he is left with a single tree to support him.

Lian Ruxin also tried to seek help from wandering Taoist priests, hoping to get outside help.

However, he was trapped here and could not go out, and his magic power would lose its effect as soon as he left the city gate. Even if he wanted to send a handwritten distress letter, he couldn't find a way, so he asked the letter to be sent to a decent fairy school.

Most of the Taoist priests who passed by here were weak in mana, and they didn't believe what Lian Ruxin said.

The sky is hanging on it perfectly, and it has been thousands of years, how could it suddenly crack?

Some people even suspected that he was a demon because of this, and that he was trying to confuse the crowd with evil words, so they spoke ill of him and drove him away.

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Lian Ruxin could only leave sadly.

Meeting a "Fu Yan" fairy by chance is already the biggest opportunity that Lian Ruxin has encountered.

But at that time, Tian Lie's situation was not very urgent, and Lian Ruxin was seriously injured again, when he regained his strength, when he remembered to look for him, there was no trace of him in the city.

Even so, Lian Ruxin still had a glimmer of hope: "I heard that there is a place in the Taoist sect that is good at divination, fortune-telling, and array formation. ..."

"When did you get the news?" Yi Shangchen frowned, "The monks in Qingliang Valley were killed by the former master of the evil way, and now it is a ghost valley that only collects the souls of righteous people , the leader is still a ghost cultivator. A group of ghosts cannot enter reincarnation, how can they be qualified to learn the way of heaven? Even the righteous way refuses to admit that this school still exists, and now there are only three schools left in this world."

Lian Ruxin lowered her head, sloughed the cicadas in her hands into wind chimes, and hung them under the zelkova tree where the two often enjoyed the shade, thinking, what a bunch of poor people.

Seeing his compassionate expression, Yi Shangchen was even more annoyed, and tapped his forehead with his hand: "Your own house is going to be burned, why do you care about other people's cooking?"

After scolding someone, the dust on his clothes scratched his scalp, feeling guilty.

He knew that it was his own family who committed the crimes, but Lian Ruxin lost a foreign aid instead.

Although these have nothing to do with him.He wasn't even born the year the magic way fell.

Lian Ruxin didn't intend to vent her anger on him, she looked at the crack in the sky with blank and melancholy eyes.

Yi Shangchen couldn't see his appearance the most, leaned close to him, and whispered: "Don't you just want a sacrifice? Go to the city at the foot of the mountain, take a little soul from a person, put it together as a whole sacrifice, and give it to the god stone. If you can complete the sacrifice, it doesn’t count as murder, how about it?”

Lian Ruxin shook her head: "No. If you lose even a piece of your soul, you will become a living dead. I was born to protect all living beings. This is a sinful thing, and it must not be done."

Yi Shangchen half-jokingly said: "Then I am willing to sacrifice, please sacrifice me."

Lian Ruxin's expression was equally serious: "No, you are also one of the sentient beings."

The dusty face on the clothes turned red, and when he came back to his senses, he slapped him on the head angrily: "Why are you so mean-spirited! I'm so mad!"

After finishing speaking, Yi Shangchen turned around and ran. When he got up, he moved so quickly that the newly stringed cicada slough and wind chimes collided with each other, making a slight "scratch" sound.

Lian Ruxin didn't know where he had gone, so she caged a clump of fireflies and sat on the only stone path up the mountain to wait for him.

It was already midnight when the dust on his clothes came back to the mountain staggeringly with the smell of alcohol.

Seeing Lian Ruxin, who was covered in night dew, with wet eyebrows and eyelashes, he was shocked, and most of the wine was sober, he hurriedly pulled him up: "What are you doing? I'm just in a bad mood. I went down the mountain to drink some wine, and Not coming back."

Lian Ruxin hummed coldly, and walked up the mountain with Yi Shangchen.

Halfway through the walk, Lian Ruxin suddenly said: "One day, if you want to leave here, can you say hello to me?"

Yi Shangchen casually agreed, "Okay."

After that, he scratched the back of his head and added in a low voice: "...Actually, I don't have to go."

Lian Ruxin couldn't understand.He said politely: "If I want to leave, I will also tell you."

Yi Shangchen turned pale, grabbed his skirt and asked, "Where are you going?"

Lian Ruxin told the truth: "My time is almost up."

Over the years, he has overdrawn his life and done too many things for the people of the ancient city.

Lian Ruxin calculated that with his overdraft, he would not survive the winter when he was 24 years old.

After hearing his words, Yi Shangchen's eyes were red, he ignored him, and went up the mountain with a sullen head.

Lian Ruxin sprinkled the firefly in her palm towards his leaving back, allowing the firefly to illuminate the mountain path for him, while she sank in the darkness and walked up the mountain slowly.

After gambling silently for a few days, Yi Shangchen found Lian Ruxin.

This time, his attitude was very serious.

"Those righteous gentlemen are useless," he said. "If you don't want to do bad things, then I'll do it."

Lian Ruxin was at a loss: "What do you mean?"

Yi Shangchen: "I'm going to do something bad, you catch me and throw me in front of the Stone Temple."

Lian Ruxin: "...Bad idea."

"I don't do big bad things, and I promise not to hurt your sentient beings." Yi Shangchen said with a smile, "I'll play the bad guy, and you come and save me."

Lian Ruxin: "...not allowed."

But Yishangchen did it anyway.

He assumed a wretched appearance, first went to rob a small gold shop, robbed several taels of silver, deliberately ran to the Stone Temple, fell in the air, was caught, and beat him up.

Afterwards, Lian Ruxin put medicine on his clothes and dust after the beating, with a helpless face, not willing to call him stupid.

He grinned in pain, and still had the strength to smile: "This is just the beginning."

Lian Ruxin took the medicine swab and stabbed his wound forcefully, he immediately wrinkled his face and cried out in pain, hugged Lian Ruxin's neck and acted coquettishly: "Brother Lian, I'm in so much pain."

Lian Ruxin had nothing to do with him, so she had to make repeated orders to stop him from doing stupid things again.

But Yi Shangchen is free by nature and never wants to be restrained by others.He didn't listen to Lian Ruxin's advice, and continued to go to the city to do those harmless bad things, but he was not good at learning, and it was of no benefit except to make chickens fly.

There were a lot of unprovoked disturbances in the city, and everyone went to pay homage to Immortal "Fuyan" one after another, praying for his blessing.

In front of the "Fuyan" Xianjun Temple, the incense burns day and night.

Yi Shangchen was about to cry angrily, ran back with many scars, and gritted his teeth at Lian Ruxin: "Why, why!"

Lian Ruxin coaxed the little devil who was only one year younger than him coldly, "Okay, don't be angry."

The dust on the clothes wiped the dust on the face: "Aren't you angry?!"

Lian Ruxin said: "Why am I angry? Back then he relieved the people's distress, so he deserved this blessing."

Having said that, Lian Ruxin vaguely had an idea.

——It would be great if there was a big event like the plague invasion in the city now.

Even if he had to spend the last few years of his life, he still wanted to solve this matter for everyone so that he could earn incense for the Divine Stone...

Thinking half of it, Lian Ruxin was startled.

...How could he have such an unbearable thought?

While Lian Ruxin was secretly blaming herself, Yi Shangchen's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Brother, I have a solution."

Lian Ruxin brought him the boiled herbal medicine, put a piece of sugar in the bowl, and said softly, "What's your stupid idea?"

Yi Shangchen hugged the medicine bowl and smiled sweetly: "Just wait and see!"

After that day, Yi Shangchen never came back.

Lian Ruxin waited for him for one or two nights, but couldn't wait any longer, so he went down the mountain to look for it.

He searched the whole city, and when he was resting in a roadside tea shop, he heard from the neighbor table that two days ago, there was an arrogant little devil who had the audacity to smash the temple of Immortal "Fu Yan" and destroyed it. A jade statue of a fairy.

In the end, it must have been his bad luck. A Taoist happened to pass by here. Seeing him being chased by the crowd, he recognized that this was a magic cultivator with low mana. He immediately threw the magic pestle and beat the little demon cultivator to death.

Sitting on the tea stand, Lian Ruxin became mad.

After a while, he paid the tea money and walked forward in a daze.

For thousands of years, people in the ancient city have always been able to turn bad luck into good luck because of the protection of the god stone. If the dust on the clothes smashes the temple, it is regarded as a "bad luck" for the people in the city; and if a Taoist priest killed him in an instant, it is "turn good luck". .

Lian Ruxin looked at her hands and thought, did I kill him.

Lian Ruxin was in a daze all the way, and unexpectedly came to the ruined temple.

There are three or five people gathered here, talking about the excitement two days ago.

"Xianjun is really a god! The jade statue was destroyed, so he sent messengers to kill demons and monsters."

"Then let's pay more visits! Xianjun must be taking care of us Shui Sheng all the time, don't let him get annoyed and think that we don't treat him well..."

Lian Ruxin didn't say anything, turned around and walked away.

The street is full of noise, the New Year's Eve is approaching, and the eyes are full of bright red, but there is no sad scene.

The death of a little devil who was doing evil is considered a happy event.

Lian Ruxin staggered all the way, walking on the street, whispering, stumbling, and looking around in a daze.

He said, "You all go and believe him, all of you go and believe him."

... just trust him.

That night, the moonlight was like practice.

Lian Ruxin stood on the mountain path in a daze for the middle of the night, covered in frost and snow.

In the end, he didn't know who he was waiting for, only the voice of that person was still ringing in his ears.

"Brother Lianjia, why do you always blush at me?"

"……I do not have."

"Nonsense, you're just blushing."

Lian Ruxin touched her cheek, as if she had just been pinched there by that shabby boy.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a gleam of light coming from the mountain path, and seemed to feel it, his eyes became hot, and he ran quickly.

...It was one of the seven souls in the dust on the clothes.

Lian Ruxin searched the entire mountain, spent seven days and seven nights, and finally found the three souls and seven souls scattered in the dust on the clothes.

Yi Shangchen never forgot his promise.

Until after his death, he remembered to come back.

Since then, Lian Ruxin never went down the mountain again.

Holding the soul covered in dust, he sat beside the god stone, his heart was empty, like a snow-fallen mountain, silent.

He was on the mountain, from the heavy snow to the beginning of spring, and then to the Jingzhe.

Everything came back to life, but he sat himself on a stone covered with moss.

Until half a month ago, a man in black with a bronze ghost mask appeared in front of him.

The first sentence he spoke made Lian Ruxin stunned on the spot: "Do you want to revive that demon?"

Lian Ruxin raised her head and looked at the hideous ghost face.

The ghost's face is terrifying, but the voice coming from inside is extremely ethereal and cold, like an echoing voice: "Do you want to make up for the crack in the sky and fulfill your own responsibility?"

He asked again: "Do you want to be free? Leave this place with that demon?"

Before that, Lian Ruxin never thought of anything other than her own responsibilities.

It is his natural duty to protect the people.

But after sitting there for several months, facing the ghost face, Lian Ruxin opened her mouth and did not say any words of rejection.

The man in black held the Tang knife at his waist, squatted down, and looked straight at him: "If you only need to kill one person, you can protect the safety of thousands of people forever, save the life of the little devil, and give you back your freedom. What do you do? Don't do it?"

Lian Ruxin still didn't immediately refuse.

He asked, "Kill who?"

"Immortal 'Fuyan' at the foot of the mountain." The voice of the man in black contained no emotion, "Lord Fengling Yunzhong, seal it as before."