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Only the sound of a dragon's cry was heard, Xie Yan made a formula, and in an instant, the white rainbow turned into a long red dragon, breathing out red flames, and rushed straight to the mountain ghost's face with burning momentum.

"It seems to have a burning smell?" The ashen-faced mountain ghost recovered from Yulong's surprise, and suddenly saw that his body was on fire, and jumped out in shock, "Wutong help!"

Xie Yan was just about to chase after him with red eyes, but he heard the person beside him barely propping himself up with Xiao Lian, comforting him angrily: "I'm fine, don't kill him..."

Suppressing the bloodthirsty thoughts in his heart, Xie Yan turned back and half hugged someone to heal his wounds, but found that he was full of demonic energy, which would only make his injuries worse.

"I'll take you down the mountain right away."

"Ahem, he's right—"

"Maybe New Wine can help."

"I'm hi-"

With a loud "bang", Xie Yan punched the blood-stained wooden board next to him into two halves, and shouted angrily: "Save your energy, what's the use of talking about it now?!"

"Yes." Jian Suyu pursed her bloodless lips, and her eyes revealed a stubbornness and stubbornness, "Someone told me that if you don't say a lot of things, you won't have it, so I have to say it-I like you Many years."

"Shut up!" Xie Yan was about to get mad when he saw the pale person in his arms had already passed out, and he was frightened out of his wits.Xie Yan had already lost many people, and he couldn't bear to lose any more, so he hugged people up and murmured, "Senior Brother? Senior Brother! Senior Brother, hold on, I'll take you down the mountain..."

Jian Suyu was seriously injured this time.

After all, the mountain ghost was born with the mountain god, and with his full blow, ordinary people would have died countless times.

"Do you want to go to the rest meeting?" Pu Xinjiu kindly advised.Because Xie Yan has stayed in front of Jian Suyu without eating or drinking since he came down the mountain, if he continues like this, he will collapse first.

Xie Yan shook his head.

"He was already poisoned, it's not your fault." Pu Xinjiu patted him on the shoulder, and said in relief, "It's all right."

After such a commotion, Pu Xinjiu vaguely traveled back through the years and went back to many years ago, and saw Xie Yan who was teasing and playing tricks behind Jian Suyu, young and frivolous, high-spirited.Bystanders can tell that Pu Xinjiu has seen Xie Yan's feelings for Jian Suyu for so long.He knew that Xie Yan had always acted according to his will. When they first met Liu Minghong and was being bullied, if Liu Shixin hadn't said something about Jian Suyu, it would still be a question of whether Xie Yan would take action.Nowadays, the person is still there, and the heart is still there, but it is just a matter of emotion, and people in the game often cannot see it clearly.

"I want...to wait until he wakes up." Jian Suyu lay on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her face pale, weak as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

It was the first time for Lan Yin to see her omnipotent master lying lifelessly on the bed, and she and Xie Yan stood beside her silently.

"Okay, I'm next door, call me if you have something to do." Pu Xinjiu pushed open the door, and waved to the sad Lan Yin, "Kids, hurry up and rest." So they went out together.

Xie Yan couldn't help but hold Jian Suyu's hand, and rubbed it vigorously, trying to warm the man's cold hand.Suddenly smelling a strange fragrance at the tip of his nose, Xie Yan frowned, his black eyes moved slightly, following the fragrance, he pressed an elegant man hiding in a corner against the wall.

Xie Yan pinched his neck vigorously, leaned over like a wild cat and sniffed it a few times, and said coldly: "Master Mountain God, you still smell so good. He's hurt like this, yet you dare to come here?"

Xie Yan still has some tyrannical factors in his bones, but he usually plays around and loves to laugh, so everyone thinks he is lively and easy to talk.Now stimulated by Jian Suyu's blood, the movements of his men became a little heavier.

"I'm sorry..." Indus blushed from being pinched by him, and the herbs in his arms fell to the ground, and he spoke with difficulty.Sensing that Xie Yan's hand was loosened suddenly, Wutong picked up the spirit grass on the ground and hid a little far away: "I'm sorry, but I'm Wutong, so I didn't hurt him."

Xie Yan sneered: "Master Mountain God, have you ever seen a mountain ghost?"

"I've seen it before." Indus rubbed his neck, but his face darkened for a moment.

"Then is he blue-faced and fang-like, murderous?"

Indus took a breath and stopped talking.He had heard from the birds in the forest a long time ago that the mountain ghost Kongtong is very beautiful, with a delicate face and innocent smile, wearing a red dress that wins fire, and loves beautiful things.

The birds would chirp and complain to Wutong again, the mountain god, the beautiful birds were all killed because they perched on the mountain ghost's shoulder for a while.

Sitting at the entrance of the mountain temple, Wutong propped his chin and looked at a blue butterfly fluttering around him, imagining how the mountain ghosts took the lives of these mountain elves ruthlessly and decisively. ——How could such a beautiful thing be destroyed?

Wutong pondered for a moment, and told the terrified forest birds that if the mountain ghost appeared again and killed innocent people indiscriminately, then let him understand that everything is unique, follows the laws of heaven and earth, and has its own lifespan.They don't live long, and if the mountain ghost destroys them without authorization, they will be gone.

It turns out that the mountain ghost didn't listen.Because later, Wutong found a gift on the incense case of the mountain temple.It was a small piece of amber, and a young blue butterfly was imprisoned in it—it was the withered butterfly that circled around him a few days ago.The blue is so clean, I am afraid that there are not many left on this mountain.

Shangui Kongtong told him with his actions that he can make these short-lived creatures live forever.So he ignored all the prayers of Wutong, killed every creature who came to the mountain temple to complain, and made their corpses into amber-so that they would be beautiful forever.

Those animals lay in a pool of blood and begged their mountain god to come and save them, but Wutong could only watch the corpses of the mountain spirits fall in front of him one after another.Kong Tong gouged out the eyeballs of the wild cats, pulled out the feathers of the oriole, and mixed them with the snow-white Sophora japonica flowers in the backyard to make a delicate amber, and carefully held it in front of Wutong to make him happy.

Gradually, the animals did not dare to approach the mountain temple, let alone complain to the mountain god, because if they approached, they would be killed by the mountain ghost.

The mountain ghost loves to wash his sword with blood. When he couldn't find any animal willing to approach him on the mountain, he ran down the mountain.

How much blood can a person bleed in total?Kongtong can't remember, the blood of the first person he killed that day stained the path from the foot of the mountain to the mountain temple.He only remembered that when the blade cut across the human neck, the moment the blood spurted out, there would be a sound like a forest breeze.Of course he also made that person into amber.

Wutong knew that the matter was serious, so he began to go down the mountain frequently, trying his best to help those people who might encounter the evil hands of mountain ghosts.

The people's endless thanks and praise made Wutong feel guilty.They knelt before him devoutly and affectionately called him "Master Mountain God".Later, in order to show their sincerity, they even selected a young and beautiful girl from the town to marry him.Wutong categorically refused many times, but still failed to avoid the fate of those girls lying in the cold coffin and turning into amber.

Wutong clearly remembered that when he first saw a human-shaped amber in the backyard of the mountain temple, he retched for a long time.

However, Kongtong never stopped his bloodthirsty hands. He said that he wanted to monopolize the phoenix tree, so he would kill people and animals that approached the phoenix tree one after another.

"Has no one ever discovered that the mountain god and the mountain ghost of Zixiao Mountain are the same?" Xie Yan narrowed his eyes, looking at the pale man in front of him, "The two people who have never appeared at the same time have somewhat similar appearances. No one noticed the same strong rosin smell?"

In fact, many years ago, Zixiao Mountain only gave birth to a mountain spirit. The mountain spirit was ignorant of world affairs, human feelings, good and evil, chasing and killing, and doing many evils.Later, a living Buddha appeared in the Shenyun Temple in Zixiao Mountain. He asked the mountain ghost a question: Is it hard to save people or kill them?The mountain ghost thinks it is difficult to kill people, because every time he comes and goes down the mountain, the people in the town avoid him, and sometimes they don't even see living people.The eminent monk asked him: Since it is so difficult to kill people, why do you have to sacrifice the easy things to find the difficult ones? Why don't you try to save people?

The mountain ghost couldn't figure it out, but he still listened to the eminent monk's words and occasionally went down the mountain to save people.Over time, he developed a benevolent personality—later respected by the people as the God of the Mountain.Zixiao Mountain's kind-hearted mountain god saves people, and the bloodthirsty mountain ghost kills people. Many years have passed, but no one has ever thought of them together.

"So Kongtong is the owner of this mountain?" Xie Yan suddenly recalled that what was enshrined in the mountain temple was a stone mountain, not a plane tree.

"He is the master of this mountain, and I'm just a side of Kongtong." Wutong nodded, "People respect me as a mountain god because they think that the mountain god who saves them should be kind—people always believe that What I want to believe."

"Can you save people?" Xie Yan suddenly remembered something, looked eagerly at the man in front of him, and pointed in the direction of the bed, "The mountain ghost said he was poisoned, will you detoxify it?"

Wutong's eyes stayed on the unconscious person on the bed for a while, and his voice was apologetic: "I'm sorry, he's falling apart, I can't solve it..."

"Can't solve it? What kind of poison is that?" Xie Yan bit his lower lip, held Jian Suyu's hand with one hand, and brushed away the white hair on his forehead with the other, his handsome face remained tense.

"Break love and love, wash away the world. There is no worry about life, but once the poisoned person is emotional, his whole body will be in pain. Every time he hurts, he will lose a little bit of white hair. Over time, his silver hair - the situation is just like the person in front of him. Same."

A young man once asked him: Isn't the master's silver hair natural?

The person on the bed fell asleep, not knowing what he was dreaming of, and frowned occasionally.Xie Yan stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, and gave a wry smile, saying that it was not bad to cut off love and love.

But this poison can make people overwhelmed with pain.Xie Yan has nothing to do with the person in front of him, and he can't even bear to say harsh words, let alone watch him suffer. "Is there no other way?"

Wutong hesitated, and suggested: "Why don't you go to the Shenyun Temple on the top of the mountain and ask the living Buddha for help? He understands yin and yang, understands human affairs, maybe he will know."

Xie Yan stretched out his hand, and gently brushed across Jian Suyu's pretty face, finally leaned down, and kissed lightly on the silver-gray sword pattern on his forehead, then pulled Wutong to open the door and walked out.

After the door was lightly knocked, the person on the bed opened his eyes, raised his hand and stroked his forehead, as if the warmth and irony of that person remained on it.

"What is the name of the eminent monk you mentioned?" Knowing Yin and Yang, understanding human affairs, maybe it is the monk who taught Ji Fengyi?Xie Yan thought to himself.

Just as Wutong was about to speak, he suddenly heard a simple and distant bell ringing, resounding through the entire mountain.The majestic and clear bell rang a total of twelve times, and by the time the lingering sound of Zixiao Mountain disappeared, half an hour had passed.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yan was a little surprised seeing his ugly face.

As if waking up from a dream, Wutong pushed open the window at the end of the aisle and looked at the sky, only to see a slender rainbow of seven colors hanging in the dark night sky - it is said that when the Taoist monk passed away, his body would turn into a rainbow and go.So he said: "Eminent monk Honghua... the master Jichen you are looking for passed away yesterday."