Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi suppressed the turbulent waves in his chest, walked slowly to Feng Rugu's bedside, clenched his palms, and pulled the bloodline tied tightly around his little finger.

Feng Rugu didn't know what was going on in Ruyi's mind, so he stopped his petty movements and said, "We don't need to pursue him anymore."

Hai Jing was very upset about the two disciples who died for no reason in Hanshan Temple. On the one hand, he was worried about the whereabouts of the real murderer, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to be punished because his accomplice Lian Ruxin could not be punished. Hearing this, he couldn't help being curious: "Why? ?”

Sang Luojiu understood.

"Stone doesn't bleed," he said.

Luo Fuchun and Haijing looked at each other, and they both saw the word "I don't understand" in each other's eyes.

Sang Luojiu stretched his sleeves, and explained softly: "Lian Ruxin was born from the primordial, soulless and ruthless, but when he fought with Master, he shed blood.... This is a sign of spirit."

Luo Fuchun said: "He is the spirit of heaven and earth."

Sang Luojiu: "No. Brother, he was a spirit before, and he inherited the responsibility and memory of the god stone for thousands of years. He has no feelings, no pain, and will not be injured. He will only return after his spiritual power is exhausted. Naturally. But he will bleed now, which shows that he has cultivated a mortal heart and can be regarded as a human spirit."

"Human spirit..."

Luo Fuchun was taken aback, and all of a sudden, thousands of thoughts came to his mind.

For a magic cultivator... is it really worth it?

There was silence in the room for a long time, until there was a drizzle of rain falling on the window lattice, and several people looked out the window at the same time.

It is almost summer, and the rain often comes without warning.

Amidst the disturbing sound of rain, Luo Fuchun finally noticed an important doubt: "Master, if the black-clothed ghost really wanted to kill you, why would it only send Lian Ruxin...and a demon?"

Feng Rugu asked back: "What do you think?"

Luo Fuchun was afraid that he would make a mistake again, so he was extra careful in his wording: "The matter of Wenshi Mountain and the matter of Lian Ruxin, if they are separated, the disciple will not feel that there is any difference; but these two things happened one after the other. This makes disciples have to be overwhelmed: the purpose of the ghost-masked man seems not to kill for the sake of killing, but to..."

Speaking of this, Luo Fuchun paused for a long time to consider his words.

He thought it was outrageous for him to think like this, and he was suspected of exonerating the murderer, but he still couldn't help but said: "...It lies in exposing the evils of the Taoist sect and digging out the sores in the world."

When the Daoist murder case happened, no matter the Buddhist or Daoist sects, they were at a loss.

The people who were killed had nothing to do with each other, they had different sects, different cultivation bases, and different statuses. Except for the characteristic of Tang Dao breaking their throats, no one could find even the slightest commonality among them.

Later, the bodies of all the victims formed a "seal" on the map.

Luo Fuchun has seen the whole process of Feng Rugu's deduction with his own eyes, so he naturally thinks that the master has formed an enmity with someone, and the ghost-masked man is targeting the master.

They went down the mountain to investigate, and as a result, Miss Wen San's death led to the fact that Wen Shimen hijacked Moxiu for profit.The death of the monk in Hanshan Temple brought out the crisis of heaven cracking hidden in the ancient city of Shuisheng.

If it happened once, it may be a coincidence; if it happened twice, it may not be necessarily.

Thinking about the ghost-masked man's message of "Tao is no longer Tao", Luo Fuchun began to feel that the person behind this scheme might really have some deep meaning?

"...'Carbuncle'." Feng Ruzhi laughed, "Ha, this word is used well."

Luo Fuchun said a lot of stupid things today, which hurt Master's heart. Now that he heard Feng Rugu say this, he thought he had said something wrong again, so he hurriedly made up for it: "Master, I didn't say that the family is not good, but these dozens Over the past few years, the trend of cultivating the Tao has prevailed, and there are only good and bad people who have entered the Tao. It is always unreasonable to kill people..."

Sang Luojiu stabbed Luo Fuchun's waist in the back, and signaled him to say more and more mistakes, don't say any more.

Luo Fuchun closed his mouth, stood listlessly for a while, and said: "Master, when are we going to find the soul of the victim who Lian Ruxin wants to return to the city?"

Feng Ruyuan leaned on the bed and looked out the window: "Wait for the rain to stop."

At the end, he added: "Maybe, after the rain stops, the souls will all come back."

When Feng Rugu was speaking, Ruyi kept staring at him.

Since more than ten years ago, he had heard of Feng Rugu's name and speculated about his appearance and personality.

During the ten years of separation, he never saw his adoptive father again, and it was impossible for him to meet Feng Ruru.

But Feng Rugu is the world-famous Lord Yunzhong after all, and he is the youngest Daoist Lord with the honorable title. Of course, this has something to do with his master's ascension early, and also with his efforts to protect him in the "Old World". It is related to the shocking act of everyone's safety.

Ruyi traveled the world, heard his name a lot, and heard many stories.True or false, good or bad, which one is closer to the real him has long been untestable.

Only the four of brilliant fame, talent fame, murderous fame, and proud fame always appear along with Feng Ruyu's stories, and they never change.

A few days ago, Ruyi was entrusted by his adoptive father to climb Fengling Mountain, and it was only for the first time that he really saw Feng Rugu.

After getting along for a few days, if you think about it, it is perfectly normal for the foster father to have him in his heart.

And it's perfectly normal for him to be hated by others.

Feng Ruyuan is as good as he is when he doesn't move, but when he moves, he shines brightly, but because his sense of intelligence is too exposed, when he is sharp, he looks aggressive, when he is careless, he seems to be mocking deliberately. The epileptic temperament is really unpredictable, and no one knows whether the heart in his chest is cold or warm.

Those who are better will stay away from him, and those who are worse will inevitably feel disgusted with this kind of person who cannot be held in the palm of their hands.

And at this moment, Ruyi read his thoughts from the way he looked at Yu, and saw another Feng Ruyuan.

...Feng Ruyuan clearly knew what he would do if he was injured, bled, and realized that he possessed Lian Ruxin with a human spirit.

But he didn't feel much complacency, and he didn't take the opportunity to hunt down and avenge Lian Ruxin's intention to kill him. He just watched the rain fall outside the window quietly, leaving enough time for Lian Ruxin to do what he wanted to do. matter.

……

Mizhi Mountain.

Lian Ruxin stumbled through the dense forest, her footing was unstable, and she fell into the rocks in the stream.

The stream reflected his pale, bleeding face.

He got up, disturbed the reflection of the stream, and continued to run forward.

The raindrops fell rustlingly, making jumping rain lines in the pools on the ground.

He came to a beech tree next to the sacred stone, knelt down on his knees, and using his hands and feet together, he dug out the corpse covered in dust through the soil softened by the rain.

After Yi Shangchen was beaten to death, his body was buried in Yizhuang. In the middle of the night, Lian Ruxin secretly brought the body home, buried it under a tree, and drew a magic circle, trying to use spiritual power to keep his body from decaying, but You can't disobey the destiny, you can only watch him decay and rot, and eventually he will never return.

Stealing someone's body is the first wrong thing that Lian Ruxin has done in his ten-year life.

From then on, Lian Ruxin fell into obsession, making one wrong step and one wrong step after another.

If it wasn't because there was no other way, Lian Ruxin would not have thought of heresy, and would not have been tempted by the man in black to kill Feng Ruru.

Fortunately, now he has a way.

He was in a hurry, and he had to hurry to return those stolen souls, to find Feng Ruyu to apologize, so he had to hand over this matter earlier.

Lian Ruxin hugged the half-dismembered body, laid him flat in front of the sacred stone, put his knees on the ground, and kowtowed devoutly to the sacred stone.

"Shenshi, the sinner came here this time to repent." Lian Ruxin's long hair was wet with rain and dew, "I conspired with others, killed the lives of unrelated people, violated the destiny, committed a serious crime, and death is not enough Pity. I would like to imitate the believers and sacrifice the stone with my spirit. I only have one wish before I die, and I hope the god stone will fulfill it..."

"The dust on his clothes... He was born as a demon, and he has never committed any serious crimes in his life. His calamity is all because of me. The sinner knows that this request is overstepped, but I can use my soul as a sacrifice, and ask the god stone to revive him. And the two little novice monks who were innocent victims."

The divine stone remained silent, like an old monk in meditation.

Lian Ruxin knelt on the ground, her beating heart gradually became cold.

In the past, when believers went up the mountain to offer sacrifices, the sacred stone would not respond to their wishes, and it would always be Lian Ruxin who fulfilled their wishes.

But Lian Ruxin will not question whether the god stone still has divinity.

He was born from the stone, and he knew that the god stone had to put all its strength on resisting the crack of the sky, overdrawing its spiritual power, and doing the thing of bringing the dead back to life, it was really not worth it.

For Yi Shangchen, who still has a body and a soul, it is still possible to be resurrected. The souls of the two monks have long been separated, and they have nowhere to go. Resurrecting out of thin air, recreating the soul and flesh, is close to the Arabian Nights.

Lian Ruxin also knew that, as a sinner, it was really greedy to make such a request.

He bowed his head to think for a while, and Natou bowed again: "Shenshi, the sinner only asks for one wish: I use my soul and all the remaining time to change clothes and come back to life, and another day to end the world All affairs and entanglements. Tomorrow is the day of sacrifice, and I would like to sacrifice myself at that time and put myself in the stone, never to return. I pray for the grace of the god stone."

Lian Ruxin fell to the ground, and she didn't know how long she had been kneeling, when her heartstrings suddenly moved.

It was a very special feeling.

... He knew that Shenshi promised him.

Lian Ruxin only felt heat in her eye sockets, she kowtowed several times seriously, and when she straightened up, she felt her face was warm and itchy.

He had never shed a tear, and he raised his hand to wipe his eyes in a daze, thinking, how could it be raining hot.

Lian Ruxin didn't dare to waste time, put Yishangchen's body and the kit containing his soul in front of the stone together, handed it to the god stone, and then quickly ran to the mountain side facing the ancient city, and hid himself Take out the souls of the residents in the city, and let the souls fly back to their houses and return to their places like releasing birds.

An empty sutra chant sounded in the distance.

That was the witch doctor calling for the soul of the rich man who had lost his soul.

Lian Ruxin was standing on the side of the mountain, her expression was still cold, but there was unspeakable relief hidden in the corners of her eyes and brows.

He still has to go to find Lord Yunzhong, to apologize, to pay for the damaged boat...

Lian Ruxin planned everything.

But all kinds of thoughts, when he turned around and saw that familiar face, all turned into clouds in the sky.

——Yi Shangchen stood there intact, as if it was a dream of his.

Lian Ruxin looked at him for a long time, her fingers trembled slightly, and her heart felt numb, but she still didn't move a single step, for fear of pounced on him and accidentally shattered the dream.

It was Yi Shangchen who took the initiative to run over and hugged him.

"What's the matter? Look at me like this." Yi Shangchen muttered, "How long have I been asleep? I remember it just snowed the day before I was knocked out. The flowers are all blooming."

…He didn't know that he had already died once, and had been rotting in the dirt for some time.

Lian Ruxin wiped off the water on his eyelashes, her fingers kept shaking, but her voice was the same as usual, not much sorrow or joy, as if the clothes on the clothes were really just a long dream: "You run away!" Going to smash someone's idol, was beaten, and was seriously injured, and I have been cultivating until now, and the injury has healed."

Yi Shangchen didn't expect that the bad things he did would be brought to Lian Ruxin's place, so he blushed: "I...I just want to vent my anger on you. They don't have any idols to worship, so they will write to you?"

Lian Ruxin: "Stupid words. God is in the heart, not in the form. If you destroy the statue, they still have faith in their hearts, and thousands of statues can be rebuilt."

Yi Shangchen blinked his eyes, knowing that his plan had failed, he pouted for a while in annoyance, and thought again, happily lying on Lian Ruxin's body and acting like a baby: "I don't care. I haven't gone out to play after resting for so long, Lian Ruxin My brother has to make up for me."

This was Yi Shangchen's unreasonable trouble, but whoever wanted to practice Ruxin nodded his head for the first time: "Tomorrow is the three-yearly sacrificial ceremony. I will take you to see it."

The ghost-faced man was walking in the wind, dressed in dark and strong clothes, standing still on the cloud head, looking at the joyful dust on the clothes below, with no emotion in his pair of blue pupils.

He stretched out his hand to support the mask, pressed the knife and walked away. The hem of his black clothes was blown up by the wind and merged into a dark cloud.