Everyone owes me a favor

After it was over, Hai Jing returned to the side hall to make up the homework he missed at night.

Ruyi was not in a hurry to leave.

Feng Rugu was drunk, propped his head up, and saw Ruyi under the lamp with red lips, white teeth, beautiful and dignified, and a slender neck exposed on the monk's robe, which was as white as jade, which made Feng Rugu very proud, but after thinking about it, this is not my life. Yes, wouldn't it be perfect if this face was added with some of his own characteristics, and he immediately regretted it.

The drunken gaze was more or less straightforward and bold, and Ruyi was not a plant, and after realizing it, he inevitably frowned slightly.

Only at this time will he lose the sense of "the moon shooting the cold river" and have more of the youthful disposition he should have at his age, instead of like a golden clay sculpture sitting high in the Buddhist hall all the time.

He seemed to be competing with Feng Ruyu, so he held back what he wanted to ask.

Ruyi didn't want Feng Ruzhi to laugh at him for being thin-skinned, and felt embarrassed even to look at him a few times.

It was Feng Ruyuan who broke the stale silence with a smile: "No one is here anymore, so just ask if you have any questions."

Ruyi didn't refuse, and said directly: "Did Yun Zhongjun know that masked murderer?"

Feng Rugu, who was obsessed with beauty, said: "It sounds like you are doubting me."

Ruyi did not deny it.

Feng Ruyu was not angry either.

"How does Master Ruyi want me to prove that I don't know that person?" Feng Rugu pointed to his chest and said with a smile, "I can dig out my heart for you to see. Will it work?"

Ru is not very interested in Feng Ruyuan's heart: "He killed the monk of Hanshan Temple, and the poor monk is the guardian of the temple. Now that we have clues, we naturally have to ask one or two questions."

"Well, that makes sense." Feng Rugu nodded seriously, "Ask."

"The man made a special trip to find Wen Chen and asked him to convey the phrase 'Tao is no longer Tao'. What is his intention?"

Feng Ruyuan shook his head: "I don't know."

"Mr. Yunzhong doesn't know?" Ruyi didn't believe it, "He used the corpses of 16 monks and Taoists to spell out the last name of Mr. Yunzhong."

"Either you love me badly, or you hate me badly." Feng Rugu said nonchalantly, "The latter is probably more serious. I have enmity with the evil way, and I don't deal with the righteous way. I'm a genius who makes people hate me. , I can’t tell where I offended someone and got revenge.”

"Sixteen human lives, this will never be an ordinary revenge. But if you say you have a grudge against Yun Zhongjun, you will force Yun Zhongjun down the mountain with a bloody pen with the word 'seal', and you know that Yunzhong Jun will come to Wenshi The door, Teto Wenchen sent a message, but did not wait here, took the opportunity to take his life, it is really inconsistent..."

Ruyi's eyes gradually turned cold: "... Is Mr. Yunzhong hiding something on purpose?"

Feng Ruyu was neither angry nor impatient: "Why am I hiding this?"

"Does Yunzhong-jun not recognize someone who can form such a relationship with Yunzhong-jun?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Feng Rugu waved his hands again and again, "There are many people who hate me to this extent, but none of them hate me so creatively."

"...the poor monk still has one thing I don't understand." Ruo knew that he had made up his mind not to say anything, so he changed the question, "Why does this person think that Wen Chen will definitely convey this sentence to Yun Zhongjun? Why is Chen so obedient and truthfully conveying the truth, even telling the whole story about Wenshimen's private possession of the magic way?"

Just now, Ruyi was in the main hall, quietly extending her spiritual consciousness, covering the entire annex.

In the mountains, on the trees, including Wen Chen's body, there was no trace of spiritual power flowing.

The murderer didn't even put a sound pickup flower here for surveillance.

He hated Feng Rugu, so he was familiar with him, and knew that Wen Chen's tricks of hiding the corpse could not be hidden from his eyes, and it still made sense.

But how did he know that Wen Chen would tell Feng Rugu frankly, instead of covering up the scandal for the sake of Wenshimen's reputation?

"I can answer this for you. If you want to blame it, you have to blame my father-in-law who has no relationship with him. He is full of attention on Wenshi's door. He doesn't care what his children are like."

Feng Rugu said leisurely: "... But I have been with Wen Chen before, so I know his temperament. He is just an embroidered pillow with a straw core, weak, timid, and without opinions. Such a person can't hide anything from anyone. It's a secret. Old man Wen told him about the 'hidden magic behind the mountain', and it's even better to tell that Miss Wen San."

"Also, he owes me. He is terribly afraid of me. It's the fear of a mouse when it sees a cat."

As he said that, Feng Rugu smiled again: "I dare to bet you that when he came here for the first time today, he must have inquired beforehand to confirm that I was not in the main hall before he dared to come in. During the conversation, although he kept talking about me He is so kind to him, but he doesn't even ask me where I am now, let alone stay and see me. But this?"

Like a frown.

But after saying this, Feng Rugu's expression also faintly changed.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "...the murderer also knows Wen Chen."

There are indeed many enemies of Feng Ruyu, but Wen Chen is just the son of a small Taoist master.

Externally, Wen Shimen is still in the prime of Wen Runjin's call, and Wen Chen is generally recognized as calm and talkative, and his appearance of putting on airs can indeed bluff people.

Forcing Feng Ruyu to go down the mountain, at the same time, he can see through the weakness under Wen Chen's appearance, know Wen Chen's fear of Feng Rugu, and use it for himself, which shows that this person knows Wen Chen very well.

This is rare.

Feng Rugu propped his chin: "Counting the intersection between me and Wen Chen, that's the 'that incident' ten years ago, maybe... Master Ruyi?"

Ruyi was distracted, and he woke up after being called out by Feng Ruyi: "Yes. The poor monk is listening."

The reason why Ruyi was distracted was because of Feng Rugu.

...Why did he speak in unison with this person and have a tacit understanding?

When he was a child, he admired his adoptive father the most.The adoptive father has an exquisite mind and has a lot of whimsical ideas, and he needs to rack his brains to keep up.

He followed suit for four years before he managed to keep up with his adoptive father. He only wished to have a tacit understanding with his adoptive father and communicate with each other.

But now, it is Feng Ruyu who is in harmony with him.

Feng Rugu knew that Ruyi wasn't listening, so he stopped mentioning what happened ten years ago, and said, "Wen Chen has such a temperament, I'm not surprised. It's you, I didn't expect it."

Ruyi: "Mr. Yunzhong doesn't know much about the poor monk, so he was a little surprised, isn't it normal?"

Feng Rugu: "Brother Chang is here, so I know you a little bit."

Hearing the word "Senior Brother Chang", there was a subtle ripple in the cold pool in his eyes.

Feng Rugu asked: "In your opinion, is it a good strategy to kill Moxiu and blame Wenshimen?"

Ru Yijing said: "I am not only for Wenshimen, but also for them. Even if they escape down the mountain, it is useless. The world hates demons, and the demons have no place to stand. In the end, they can only harm the world in order to protect themselves."

Feng Rugu: "The devil is also a part of the world. Did the Buddha teach you not to love the world and kill them at will?"

Ruyi: "However, since people in the world don't recognize it, Buddhas and demons are no different."

Feng Rugu: "Ha, these words are really rebellious. I'm afraid you will jump when you hear this."

Ruyi: "It is a fact. If the poor monk takes the devil into Hanshan Temple, the next day, the news will spread, and Hanshan Temple will be kicked out of the ranks of the righteous way because of the protection of the devil. Although my Buddha is merciful, he can't make everyone feel good overnight. mercy."

"But if you just sit back and ignore it and let nature take its course, you will push these children into the endless purgatory. If the world doesn't change, these children of demon cultivators will surely fall into the hard work of hating the world because of discrimination, hatred, and unreasonable and endless hatred, and will not be able to escape. .”

Like a Buddha with his eyes slightly closed, he spoke calmly and sincerely: "It is better to hate me than to hate the world."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he received a small snap of his fingers on his forehead.

Ruyi: "..."

Feng Ruyu commented simply and rudely: "Idiot."

Layman Ruyi, who was stamped "idiot", remained expressionless.

"My brother didn't have enough murderousness at the beginning, and he was too good-tempered, so he didn't improve his swordsmanship." Feng Rugu poked him again, "Your murderousness is too much, and you always think that death is the best way to go." The way of liberation. That’s not what my senior brother taught you back then.”

Ruyi was played coldly again: "Xie Yunzhongjun for your advice."

"Buddhism can't eliminate the murderous nature in your heart." Feng Rugu sighed, "Thanks to my senior brother asking many times, I was delighted to know that you went to Hanshan Temple."

Ruyi's heart thumped: "Yi... Duan Rongjun, did you ever spy on me?"

"Well, after I was rescued from the 'Old World', I was injured all over, and I was about to go down the mountain as soon as I woke up, and I couldn't stop it, I was so stupid."

Speaking of this, Feng Ruzhi lowered his voice: "Didn't he... tell you to wait for him in the inn?"

Ruyi suddenly stood up, and the vajra rosary arced out from his fingertips, wrapping around his index finger.

He pushed open the palace door, turned sideways, and said distantly: "Mr. Yunzhong should rest earlier."

After all, he left without looking back.

When he returned to the side hall, Ruyi's heart was still clenched with pain, and he didn't even pay attention to Haijing's squinting gaze.

... He was never willing to mention the time he spent with his adoptive father to anyone, such as walking in brocade clothes at night, holding jewels in his heart, and caring for it carefully, for fear that it would be stained a little bit.

But perhaps, to the adoptive father, it was just a past event that could be mentioned to others at will, and it was just a trivial topic of conversation.

In the end, the foster father cared most about Feng Rugu, his junior.

In order to calm the mind, it is like clasping palms together, but the little finger of the right hand is flexed and stretched, touching the red thread wrapped around the little finger of the left hand.

The sound of the heartbeat can be heard, but it is surprisingly soft.

Like a heart full of killing intentions, with the comfort of the red thread, it gradually calmed down strangely.

No matter how much blood was stained on the sword, as long as he heard the heartbeat of his adoptive father, he could quickly meditate and suppress all bad thoughts.

In the final analysis, he just didn't want his adoptive father to see what kind of person he was.

... In front of the adoptive father, he is not Ruyi, the guardian of the temple who knows the saha sword technique, and the jade-faced killer who has no heart to help the world and only sends people to salvation.

It's just the mortal world of the foster father.

As his heartstrings gradually settled, there was a conversation between Luo Fuchun and Feng Rugu outside: "Master, I have all the water ready, you can take a bath anytime!"

"What kind of bath do you take? My skin peeled off just now, so don't go."

"Master, someone died in that pond..."

"Where in this world has no one died. Have they all fallen asleep?"

"Those little devils? I don't know, they must be asleep."

Footsteps sounded all the way to the side hall, and the door of the side hall opened and closed again.

Feng Ruyuan walked into the hall.

In the dark, there is no sound of breathing.

They really didn't fall asleep, and when they heard someone coming in, they all held their breath.

Feng Rugu sat down beside the bed: "Don't hold back, be careful not to be caught and beaten to death, you will be suffocated to death by yourself first."

The four pairs of eyes opened quietly and looked at each other for a while.

In the end, it was the oldest Xiao Moxiu who spoke first: "Mr. Yunzhong, are we going to die?"

Feng Rugu opened the storage bag that Sang Luojiu had prepared for him, took out the bamboo bong from the neatly placed and labeled box, ignited it, and exhaled a fresh bamboo breath: "I will die. Everyone will die, but Not now, not tomorrow."

"Will you hand us over to Master Wenmen?"

"This one won't. Old man Wen hates me, and I won't make people who hate me happy."

Several people looked at each other again, and felt that this Yunzhong Lord was really unpredictable, he could not be regarded as righteous, but he could not be regarded as evil either.

"Why did you save us?"

"Why——" Feng Ruzhi dragged his voice, "I told you to owe me a favor. I'll ask you back when you grow up. The deal is fair, credit first and then repay."

"Where can we... go? Can we grow up?"

Moxiu, the youngest, fell into confusion.

"We can't go back to the 'Remaining World'. The Master of Wenmen told our father and mother to bring some useful things from the 'Remaining World' every time we come. Sword manuals, heart scriptures, medicine formulas, soldiers Blade... last time, my aunt failed to find something useful, so she was forced to steal a sword for me. Still alive, can I still see her..."

As he spoke, he sobbed and cried.

Feng Rugu said, "Don't ask me about this kind of thing. I'm not your father."

Xiao Moxiu: "Woo--"

Feng Rugu: "Hold back."

Xiao Moxiu was still afraid of him, and covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to speak again.

Feng Rugu quickly finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, and when he reached into the storage bag to fumble for bamboo leaves, his eyebrows raised.

Sang Luojiu was too considerate in doing things, even brought the konghou for his own entertainment.

He took out the harp.

It is a phoenix-headed harp whose whole body is red like flowing fire. The qin plate is shaped like a boat, and it is carved from a large piece of blood-like natural ruby. The strings are divided into yin and yang. Blood.

Feng Ruyuan put the piano on his lap, and plucked it a few times casually.

The sound is endless, quite ancient.

Feng Ruyuan sits in his arms and plays the piano, the tune of the piano is as gentle as a spring flowing in the mountains, as if he is excited, take it out and play casually.

However, there is also mystery in the sound of the piano.

He couldn't play a cup of tea, and the children who were still terrified and unable to rest their pillows just now were yawning, and the youngest one had already hugged the soft pillow and fell asleep soundly.

The three songs were over, and all the children slept soundly.

While they were fast asleep, Feng Rugu stretched out his fingers and removed the seal of "Forbidden to go out of the mountain" on them.

Fuchun and Luojiu's cultivation base is not enough, and they can't understand the seal of Wen Runjin himself, but Ruyi and Haijing are Buddhists, and they don't understand Taoism.

Therefore, only he can come in person.

As his fingertips glowed with precious light, the four seals were erased one by one.

Feng Rugu didn't leave immediately, but sat there for a while, with thin sweat on his forehead, and an indescribable pain in his expression.

After a while, he opened the sleeve of his left hand.

——I don’t know when, the green lotus bud tattoo that winds up to his forearm and stands gracefully, bursts into a bewitching fire lotus flower, gorgeous and charming, like blood and fire.

He clenched his fists and murmured in Sanskrit: "'The flames turn into red lotuses, the sins of heaven will disappear by themselves, and it is said that good fortune and longevity will increase and prolong'..."

When he opened his eyes again, the petals of the tattoo had closed and returned to green buds.

Qingrui swayed, looking very beautiful.

As if it had never been opened.

Only then did Feng Ruyuan get up, and after putting away the harp, the bong and other things, he took out the last thing from the small kit.

He stuffed a piece of halva in each child's mouth to sweeten their dreams.

He walked lightly, closed the door and left.

At this moment, Haijing has already finished her homework.

He loves music, from the sound of playing the qin to the end of the qin, he was fascinated by listening to it, and dared not comment, because Ruyi was meditating and practicing.

The sound of the piano stopped for a long time before Ruyi opened his eyes.

Hai Jing hurriedly said: "Uncle Ruyi, did you hear that, it is Yun Zhongjun playing the piano."

Ruyi: "Yes."

When Feng Rugu left the side hall, he was a little dizzy, and when he walked to the front of Ruyi hall, he realized that this was not the main hall where he lived.

Just now he spent too much energy to suppress Honglian's seizures, coupled with drinking, his body couldn't hold on anymore, so he restrained his breath and quietly sat on the cool steps of the side hall, so as to relax .

He heard that Hai Jing in the inner room was full of praise for him, saying that his piano skills are outstanding, and he should be taught by a famous player.

After a long time, he heard Ruyi's cold comment on his piano skills: "It's not the same as a cat or a tiger."

Hearing this, Feng Rugu laughed silently, and just as he rested his head on the mahogany pillar on one side, he heard Sang Luojiu's gentle questioning voice from beside him: "...Master? Why are you sitting here?"

In the side hall, there was suddenly no sound.