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Yanyun Temple, a 300-year-old temple, the copper bell is often wiped, and even the inscriptions on it have been blurred.

Na Chen stood on the stone pier, Xiaopang gasped in his belly, counting in disorder, he really couldn't figure out how many times he had hit the clock, so he bumped a few more indiscriminately and ended up.

He rings the bell every day and prays for his elder brother. He is very pious, but he is not very good at arithmetic.

After knocking, he trotted to the backyard to see his senior brother.

It has been more than ten days since I came back. Brother Shi woke up on day No.11, and now he can wake up for about an hour every day.

"Senior Brother." Running outside the house, he tiptoed, leaned on the window sill, and called Na Xu.

If Nasu didn't wake up, he would go to have breakfast, and then call again after eating.

There was no response, and the snack was a little reconciled, and shouted again: "Brother."

Nasu seemed to hear it. Although he was very tired, he still opened his eyes and focused.

"Nephew Wuyin told me to eat red bean paste buns for breakfast today." Na Chen was very happy to see my senior brother wake up: "Senior brother, you like to eat the skin of red bean paste buns the most. I'll bring you some."

Na Xu didn't have the strength to speak yet, so he could only blink his eyes in cooperation.

I like to eat steamed stuffed bun skin, because snacks only eat bean paste and not the skin, and Wanfo Temple is very poor and cannot often afford bean paste.

It seems that Na Chen has not understood this point, which is very good.

"Brother, you have two hearts, why did I never know? That day... I saw you sitting there with a bloody hole in your chest. I really thought you were dead..."

Although this sentence has been said more than once, Na Chen still pursed his mouth again.

"You...why...you came back to the inn?" Finally, Nasu uttered his first words with a hoarse voice.

"Bai Ze, it was Bai Ze who called me." Seeing him talking, the snack was overjoyed, paused, and ran towards the main hall with his ass pouted, shouting happily: "Elder brother, elder brother!" , Senior brother has spoken, he is fine!"

Soon, Na Yan was dragged over by the snack guy.

The eldest brother of the Yan Naxus is now the host of Yanyun Temple, and he is a person who does not talk much.

"Senior brother just said something, it's very clear!" Na Chen was so excited that he almost forgot the bean paste buns.

Na Yan lowered his head, took the pulse of Na Xu, his face gradually became serious.

"The red bean paste bun...it's gone." Na Xu looked at the snack.

The snacks left immediately.

Na Yan was still feeling his pulse, and his face had a frost-like expression, then he opened the white cloth and looked at his wounds, the frost on his face was getting thicker and thicker.

"Eldest brother has tried his best." Na Xu said warmly.

"My medical skills have never been as good as yours."

"I haven't seen it either."

"In the end, what is it..., worthy of you!

The elder brother who had always been taciturn finally became angry, which showed that he was not without feelings for Na Xu.

Probably because he was too tired, Na Xu didn't answer, but took a deep breath.

It was indeed not worth it, the day they parted, Mo Ya didn't even look back, and left all the way.

He only came for the ninth door, nothing else.

He couldn't understand it in his heart, but he still stretched out his hand, made a knife with his five fingers, and cut out a heart to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

There is probably no other such a fool in the world except his Xu.

"I've put it down." After a long time, he whispered.

"what?"

Nasu turned his head to the window, where the light was projected.

Yes, he has let go.

If Mo Ya treats him sincerely, then he doesn't mind abandoning everything for him and falling into Abi Hell.

But he is not real.

Then let it go, there is a heart that once belonged to him, digging in him, enough.

Na Xu's demonic obstacle has since been resolved.

It's like the Burning Love Curse engraved on the chest, which is connected to the heart veins, and now it has been cut off and solved together.

"Whether he can live or not, Nasu has already been liberated, so brother don't need to be attached."

Then, Na Xu closed his eyes and fell into a coma all day long.

"Brother didn't wake up today."

On the second day, Na Chen, who ate corn dregs porridge, was not satisfied in all aspects, and he was not at all dedicated to grinding ink for Na Yan.

Na Yan remained silent as usual, with his head down, as if he was struggling with how to write.

"Who is the elder brother writing to?" Na Chen leaned over, sucking his fingers to comfort him because his stomach was not full, until his mouth was blackened.

"Listen carefully."

"Ah? That guy, he's gone long ago! Senior Brother didn't care about him, so he went wild somewhere."

"He is with Ksitigarbha, and will soon become Ksitigarbha's mount."

"what?"

"I just don't know..." Na Yan said half a sentence, glanced at the snack, and swallowed the words.

It's just that he doesn't know if he can endure the pain and regain his human form after giving his body to that mortal.

Moreover, the prison water of King Ksitigarbha is now the only hope to save Na Xu.

I don't know if Di Ting can steal it.

Na Yan sighed, the matter was urgent, although this letter would be very difficult for Di Ting, but he still wrote it down.

The monk died.

What I pinched and shattered in the palm of my hand that day was indeed the monk's heart.

After understanding this, Mo Ya squatted on the floor of the inn, and bit by bit, he tore open the remaining vegetarian buns and ate them.

Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery is very poor, and monks have always disliked waste.

He also doesn't like to see people cry.

So Mo Ya didn't cry, just squatted on the ground, watching the ashes being blown up by the wind, gathering for a while, and scattering for a while.

Just squatting like this, most of the night, the sky gradually changed from pitch black to light blue, Lin Hui, who had been squatting on the roof, finally got impatient and jumped into the house through the window.

"Let's go back." He said, his voice was inexplicably gentle: "He is dead, and you are just guilty of him."

Mo Ya turned his head, staring at him fixedly, and said, "Go back? Where? If it's hell, then I'll accompany you!"

Limehui sighed, spread his hands, and made a gesture of tightening the reins.

The branch on Mo Ya's collarbone reacted and tightened immediately, tightly strangling Mo Ya's throat, and then passed through his back shoulder blade. The branch grew and firmly inserted into a large beam in the guest room, locking Mo Ya's lock. live.

"This branch is called climbing me. I watered it with my blood, and it has been my rein ever since." Linhui came over and squatted beside Mo Ya. Mo Ya clavicle, said: "So, you don't need to resist me, resistance is useless."

Mo Ya remained silent, still looking at him, blood was oozing from the cracks in his lips because they had been dry for too long.

"You've lost too much blood." Lime would take out a small pot from his arms, pick out some black ointment, tear off Mo Ya's collar, and apply it to the horrific wound on his right shoulder: "But don't worry, there is With Tai Sui possessed, you are no longer a mortal, and your recovery will be much faster."

"So, the ninth gate has never been a gate of time, and the one closed inside has always been Tai Sui?" This is Mo Ya's first search for the truth.

Tilia clapped her hands: "That's right, you've never been stupid, you've just been blinded by the lard of hatred."

"To open this door, do you need a monk's heart?"

"Yes, because of the origin of the previous life. You need the monk's heart, you need him to repeat the same mistakes, knowing that he was bullied, but he still dug a heart for you."

Mo Ya stopped talking, the "climb me" strangled his throat and took his breath away, but he was sober as never before.

Sure enough, my own existence, the past, present and future, are all just an unforgivable disaster.

"Tell me, why did you raise me and let me kill my own family?" After a while, he said.

"If I told you, would you be willing to die?" Tien would come over, hold his chin tightly, and look into his eyes: "I won't tell you, I want you to never be willing!"

"If I don't die, you must die."

"Very good, you come back with me, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Why?" Mo Ya narrowed his eyes: "Just with your broken cane?"

Lime would not speak, but still crouched low, vaguely expecting something.

After a while, what he expected happened.

Strangely, the rattan called "Pan Wo" began to heat up, like a piece of iron, and gradually began to smoke.

The flesh on Mo Ya's neck began to roll, but his whole body began to feel cold, as if he had fallen into an ice jar.

The vine seemed to absorb all his heat, and then released it on his neck, like burning rocks, as if it would scald his throat.

"Just because of this?" Mo Ya sneered, the wound on his lip was torn, and blood dripped down: "Don't forget who I am and how you raised me!"

Linhui still didn't speak, just went to the corner of the inn, took the bronze mirror on the table, and met Mo Ya's eyes.

In the inferior copper mirror that was not very bright, Mo Ya still saw the changes in himself.

His eyes are changing color, starting from the center, the slits along the way have turned into amber gold, and are gradually expanding.

"Do you know how many people you killed last night?" Lime would explain from the side.

"A total of 29, including two seven or eight-year-old young monks." The commentary continued: "And all of them were ripped open, Mo Ya, when did you become so mad?"

"I didn't kill people." Suddenly, Mo Ya began to understand.

"That's right, there is a Tai Sui living in your body now. He has been imprisoned for nearly 3000 years, and he is absolutely insane."

"Now he is still very weak and has not adapted to your body. But when your consciousness is particularly confused or you are in great pain, he will take advantage of the void and occupy your mind and body."

"For example now. You haven't had sex with me for a long time, 'Climb Me' will miss it, absorb your heat, burn you through, and shake your consciousness."

"Amber golden eyes, look, they match you well."

After saying all this, Lime would step back and look at Mo Ya proudly with a posture of appreciating a perfect work of art.

"Tai Sui is greedy for pleasure. And after the greedy pleasure is over, you will wake up and see how humble and ingratiating you are, being crushed by me like a dog. How perfect, isn't it?"

In the end, he opened his arms and concluded with infinite emotion. His right eye faced the first light in the morning and shed a long tear.