The devil is me

Xi Buwen quickly fell asleep, he was too tired and in too much pain.

Wu Nian slowed down to let him sleep more peacefully, his arms were tense and sore, but he was reluctant to let go, especially when Xi Buwen was most vulnerable, he was even more reluctant to let go.

He remembered the first time he met on the Great Barren Mountain in the last life, such a small person, covered in blood, stubbornly stood in front of the cage with open arms, protecting a phoenix several times his size.

The amazing vitality makes him survive tenaciously. He only needs a little soil, a little rain and dew, and he can grow luxuriantly.

He looked at him lush and lush, watched him stand out from the crowd, grew up rolling in his arms, and grew into a young man who was almost as tall as him, tall, straight and dazzling.Of the flowers that cover the walls and yards, this one is the most gorgeous one, which catches his eyes and his heart the most.

It's a pity that he protected him for the rest of his life, but he couldn't protect him in the end.

He originally thought that in this life, he was so much older than him, and it just so happened that he would protect him.

but.

Xi Buwen's hair hung down and curled softly around his fingertips.

His hair was done for him in his last life, when he was very young, every strand of hair was soft, sticking to someone's hands like a baby, he gathered them together and made a bun.

After possessing the memory of two lives, it was miraculous that he was able to overlap the person in front of him with the well-behaved but mischievous person in the previous life.

In the time barrenness that is too long and beyond life and death, the skin seems to be no longer important.

What is important is the unchanging soul.

That ray of soul rising from the bottom of Bingling Lake.

Always sincere, always clean, always sunny soul.

Forever and ever, held in his palm.

The passerby's arms should be somewhat bumpy, but because the passerby has no thoughts, it seems to have become stable again.

Sandalwood became fragrant, and time and space condensed into this needle-like point. Xi Buwen felt that he was in this point, like a tree that Yun Chong and his fingertips passed by in Penglai. Flowers come and go like clouds, come back to life and die again, never ending.

When his consciousness regained consciousness, it was already broad daylight.

Excessively bright sunlight poured down from the carved window, sprinkled on his thin eyelids, and he could even see the tiny blue blood vessels in the skin, they split infinitely at the twigs, delivering fresh blood slowly and steadily .

It was too bright, and it made my eyes red and hot.

Xi Buwen's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

One bed, one table, one desk.

Clean but simple, the teapots and cups on the table are made of bamboo celadon, which is durable but not expensive, and is almost standard in every inn.On the table stood a white porcelain vase with a branch of red beans stuck in it.

Flaming red, with slanting branches, very beautiful.

He straightened his upper body with some difficulty, perhaps because he had slept for too long and his whole body was stiff.

His brain emptied for a moment, and the memory before falling asleep slowly came back.He thought of Shen Xinzhai, thought of Wu Nian, and thought of Wu Nian as Yun Chonghe. His heart was full and he had something to say, but soon, he remembered that his eyes...

his eyes? !

Can't you see it?

He covered his eyes with his hands, and then withdrew them. From darkness to light, the furnishings in the house could be clearly seen.

His eyes are healed?

Did Wu Nian really heal his eyes?

Surprised and delighted, he couldn't wait to share it with the other party.He lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed, the faint heat diffused from the spout of the teapot, and the tea was still warm.

He thought, Wu Nian probably went out to buy food, grab medicine, or do something, and he will be back soon.

He drank a glass of water and sat there waiting.

During the long wait, he thought of many things.When he saw Wu Nian for the first time, he felt familiar. His indifferent and upright temper, his heart of eliminating demons and defending morality, and selfless heart all resembled Yun Chonghe. Some details were magnified. He also remembered that Wu Nian was at the Lushun Inn. The way of knocking on the door is two light and one heavy, he should have thought of it, Yun Chonghe also knocked on his door in the same way.

Although Shen Xinzhai has done all kinds of bad things, he is right, it is difficult to change a person's subtle habits.

Even though Wu Nian no longer remembered him, he still knocked on the door subconsciously like this, believed him subconsciously, and saved him, again and again.

He couldn't help wanting to laugh, and when he smiled, his eyes became brighter, and he seemed to be filled with happiness.

In this life, he can still have him.

He waited from dawn to sunset, the light became colder, the room was dim, and the tea was completely cold, just like his heart at this time.

He stood up and went out the door.

The downstairs is very lively, it is the time of dinner at night, the guests come and go, and the noise is endless.In the mortal world, there are always people living happily and contentedly, which makes people hopeful.

He found that it was colder than he had imagined outside, so he shrank his neck and went to the counter to look for the shopkeeper.When talking about Tianzi No. 3 room, the shopkeeper was deeply impressed.

Xi Buwen hurriedly asked, "Where is the Buddhist monk who came with me?"

The shopkeeper asked in surprise, "You don't know?"

Xi Buwen shook his head.

"He left this morning, settled the money, and asked Haosheng to take care of you. He didn't say anything else."

"Do you know where he went and what he did?"

The shopkeeper showed a confused expression, and was about to shake his head, but stopped suddenly: "Although I don't know, there was a big news yesterday."

"What news?"

"The Jialan Temple was slaughtered, and no one was left alive."

Xi Buwen was astonished.

"Who did it?"

"I heard it was done by the Taoist sect." The shopkeeper lowered his voice and looked regretful, "It's a pity that the thousand-year-old temple has stopped. Buddhism and Taoism have finally stopped for a few years..."

"I see that the person who came with you is a Buddhist cultivator. I don't know if the teacher left the Jialan Temple. If so, I'm afraid he rushed back."

That Buddhist cultivator is so precious to this Taoist boy that the shopkeeper can't understand.So apart from such a sudden reason, he couldn't think of any other reason for the Buddhist cultivator to suddenly abandon this little friend and leave without further explanation.

"How far is Jialan Temple from here?" Xi Buwen asked and felt that he didn't even know where this place was, so he added, "Where is this place?"

The shopkeeper knew that he was wounded when he came, and it was the Buddha who came in with his back. He didn't think it was strange to hear him ask such a question, but replied: "This is the boundary of Yunzhou, not far from Jialan Temple. Two days' journey."

"However, the Garan Temple is in the suburbs, and it's already the twelfth lunar month. If the little fairy is going to go, you should prepare more clothes. You can't just wear these after recovering from a serious illness."

Xi Buwen felt a sudden crash in his head, why is it already the twelfth lunar month, and the day to confront Shen Xinzhai will be the end of November.

"What day is it?"

The shopkeeper replied: "The second day of the twelfth lunar month."

He actually fell into a coma for six days!Even the one-month period with the Xue family has passed, so I don't know what is going on with the Xi family.

And what happened in these six days, he has no clue at all.

His own eyes were restored, and Jialan Temple was slaughtered. According to common sense, it is impossible for Wu Nian to leave him without leaving a few words.It's all so abnormal.

Too many doubts filled his mind, he turned around numbly, but he heard the shopkeeper making calculations loudly behind him, and sighed: "Tsk, that Buddha cultivator is also a poor man, he looks extraordinary, but it's a pity that he can't see it." , leaning on a blind stick to touch all the way, I don't know when I will be able to touch it."

"What did you say?!" Xi Buwen turned around abruptly, touched the chopstick bucket with his elbow, and the chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter, spread out on the countertop, and fell to the ground in a mess.The passerby shook the sweat towel off his shoulders angrily, and knelt down impatiently to pick up the chopsticks.

"That Buddha cultivator looks extraordinary?" The shopkeeper raised his eyes again, and stopped making plans.

"No, what did you say blind stick?"

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "That's right, isn't your friend blind?"

"He's not..." Xi Buwen's throat was choked, and he didn't know whether he was refuting others or himself.His heart sank, sank to the bottom, and he had a very ominous premonition, like a towering mountain, which made him unable to breathe.

"Be your eyes."

Before falling asleep, he vaguely heard Wu Nian say this.It was too ethereal, he thought it was flying catkins, but unexpectedly it was a seed, which persistently took root, blossomed and bore fruit.

He suddenly remembered the scriptures he had heard in his previous life, and the thousand-year-old ancient temple in Yunzhou, with an old abbot who was good at changing eyes.

The legend that he thought was non-existent actually had a basis. Is that ancient temple or Jialan?So the eye-changing technique has been passed down to this day?

He couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out, ran back to the house and looked in the mirror.

The pale pupils, like glazed brilliance, are both familiar and unfamiliar.

He reflected himself in his eyes, but from his own eyes, he seemed to see Wu Nian and Yun Chonghe.

You have me I have you.

Unexpectedly, he really made his eyes.

Fool.

What a fool.

In his last life, he did not want his life, but in this life he...

For him, again and again.

This is not what he wants.

The hunting wind whizzed past his ears like a knife, cutting his body and gouging out his heart.

"You must wait for me." Xi Buwen thought.In the bitter night wind, he ran towards the Jialan Temple with tears in his eyes.

The author says:

Chapter 28, which is related to this chapter, has minor revisions. A place name has been modified, and the cache has been deleted and re-entered to read the revised content. However, readers who are not too strict about the rationality of the plot may not need to go back, and the impact will be small.