Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Chapter 20

The moment the illusion was broken, there seemed to be a crisp "click" in the ear.

The prosperous Eastern Xia Kingdom shattered like glass in front of my eyes, revealing the gloomy image of decadence that had been concealed by the illusion.

The sky was so gloomy that it was almost red, surrounded by gloomy clouds and mist condensed with resentment, and the sound of crying ghosts came loudly, accompanied by the burning breath of flames that had not disappeared for a long time.

The moment Chu Zhaoliu came out, there was a "buzz" in Chu Zhaoliu's head, and his eyes went black for a while.

It's better to stay in the illusion of bewitching monsters, anyway, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the climate is pleasant.

He slowed down and took a closer look. There were many ghosts hiding in the black mist, looking at the two greedily and unwillingly, but they didn't rush over to bite and devour them immediately.

Chu Zhaoliu touched the warm rosary beads on his wrist, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I got two strings of rosary beads from Tan Yuan."

The two strings of Buddha beads exuded a faint golden light, like a candle in the dark night, no more, no less, just enough to break the resentment and protect the two of them well.

Xie Ming raised his eyelids, but didn't remind him that it was called extortion or not: "Where is Tan Yuan?"

Chu Zhaoliu paused, recalling the scene he had just seen on the tower, and lowered his voice: "400 years ago, Tan Yuan's heart demon should have been born in the tension between her homeland and the Buddhist sect."

But now, Tan Yuan has been controlled by "Prince Yin Heguang" who does not recognize the identity of "Buddhist Tan Yuan".

Whether Tan Yuan in this state is an enemy or a friend is still unknown.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help talking to himself: "Did Tan Yuan really come here on a whim?"

He and Xie Ming had accidents at the same time, and they came to Suyang together to find out what happened. The resurrected Huoyao just happened to hide in the old capital of Dongxia Kingdom full of grievances. Tianqing Mountain is not far away.

After entering the old capital, the bewildering demon especially targeted Tan Yuan, causing his memories that had been sealed for many years to reappear, and his inner demons revived.

One or two coincidences are fine, so many coincidences are not coincidences.

In the dark, someone is watching their every move, subtly and silently deducing all this to happen.

Chu Zhaoliu pondered for a while, licked the corner of his lips, and smiled: "It's interesting."

When he came back to his senses, he found that Xie Ming was holding him and walking forward with a calm expression on his face. He was startled suddenly, and goose bumps popped up: "Master Jianzun! Thank you, Sect Master! Don't you think it's too heavy? My legs can go on for hundreds of years, let me down!"

Xie Ming glanced at him indifferently, and let go as promised.

Chu Zhaoliu squeezed his neckline, shook his fan with a frail body, and tried to find a topic to relieve the embarrassment: "Has your spiritual power recovered yet?"

Xie Ming shook his head frankly.

Chu Zhaoliu sighed: "Once the Buddha's light stained on the rosary is gone, we will have to change our rations."

The resentment here is too strong, and the breath of Buddha on the rosary is disappearing bit by bit with the passage of time.

The innocent souls around hadn't seen fresh flesh and blood for a long time, and they were gearing up and ready to feast on it.

Xie Ming glanced at him: "If you want to change, change yourself."

Saying that, he folded his body and walked straight towards one place, the sleeves of his robe fluttered like snow, with a little bit of bright red sprinkled on it, like wintersweet falling into the snow, very eye-catching.

It took Chu Zhaoliu half a beat to realize that it was his blood.

...Xie Ming actually held back and didn't stab him to death!

You must know that Xie Ming, although he has a lot of blood on his hands, he hates other people's blood on his body so much that he can take off his clothes on the spot and then jump into the water to take a bath ten times degree.

When they were [-] or [-] years old, the two of them took up the mission of the teacher to go down the mountain to eliminate demons and rescue a few villagers. There was a monster with no eyes and blood all over Xie Ming's body. The scene suddenly...

Several villagers sent the two of them away by burning incense and praying to Buddha.

Chu Zhaoliu felt deeply that he had turned around at the gate of hell, so he ran over to follow, pretending not to notice the streak of blood: "Where are you going, thank you, Sect Master?"

Xie Ming's footsteps did not stop: "Look for the most holy and pure thing."

After entering the city, Tan Yuan mentioned that there is a pure and holy thing in the city, which complements the large formation surrounding the old capital and suppresses resentment. Otherwise, a large formation alone would not be able to suppress this place for hundreds of years.

Since the spiritual power has not yet recovered, Tan Yuan, who is currently in a state of madness, is chasing Hu Yao again, the two of them have to find that thing before the rosary fails, otherwise it will be dangerous to stay here for a moment.

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Do you know where it is, just move forward with confidence."

Xie Ming: "Naturally."

Chu Zhaoliu went to his side to gather together: "Oh, let's get closer, the two strings of rosary beads together will be more effective."

He leaned close to each other, and the tip of his nose first wafted a light medicinal fragrance, which was immediately covered by a deep bloody smell.

Xie Ming hummed in a low voice, his eyes fell on his shoulder that was still oozing blood.

The blood had already soaked through the entire sleeve, dripping down the porcelain white fingertips, and those evil ghosts who were eyeing tigers lay on the ground, licking greedily all the way.

However, just licking the blood on the ground could no longer satisfy them. They licked the blood cherishingly, their salivating eyes fell on Chu Zhaoliu's shoulder, and they laughed strangely with malicious intentions.

Xie Ming's eyes suddenly sank, his pupils were like pools of snow, revealing a cold killing intent.

When the little ghosts caught his gaze, they huddled together in fright, and fled back into the black mist, not daring to come out again.

This kind of small injury shouldn't be bleeding all the time, there must be something painted on Huo Yao's sword.

Chu Zhaoliu shook his hands nonchalantly: "It's just a small injury, but I can hold on."

Xie Ming sullenly said, "Small injury?"

He didn't know whose temper he was throwing, so he spit out these two words coldly, then stopped talking to Chu Zhaoliu, and walked forward quickly.

Chu Zhaoliu followed up inexplicably, and in front of him was the imperial city of the capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom. With his hands behind his back, he talked eloquently: "According to the arrangement of the formation, the imperial palace is indeed the most likely place, probably because the large formation outside was destroyed. However, the original balance of the two phases tilted a bit, and the resentment here has faded a little."

He honked a lot, but Xie Ming didn't seem to be listening.

Chu Zhaoliu thought to himself, as expected, she is like a noble lady, she can get angry at every turn.

The moment they stepped into the palace, most of the ghosts who sneaked behind the two of them hesitated and did not follow.

It wasn't until this moment that Xie Ming stopped in his tracks, suppressed the bloody murderous desire in his heart, and his voice was a bit hoarse when he spoke: "I'll bandage you up."

It's not a problem if the blood continues to flow like this, Chu Zhaoliu nodded, saw a stone bench in front of him, sat down and said: "Hurry up, wrap it with clothes casually, and the bleeding will stop."

Xie Ming stood behind him without saying a word, pressed his fingertips on his shoulder, and said in a neutral voice, "You take it off yourself, or I help you, choose."

Chu Zhaoliu turned his head in disbelief, his eyes widened.

Xie Ming pulled the corner of his lower lip expressionlessly, showing a not-so-kind smile: "Who told me to be a dressing boy you bought on the side of the road?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "."

Knowing that Xie Ming could really do such a thing, Chu Zhaoliu grunted angrily, lowered his head and unbuttoned his belt, his side face was so handsome that one couldn't help stretching out his hand to describe it.

This angle is somewhat familiar.

Several clear images suddenly flashed in Xie Ming's mind.

The veil is drooping, the red candle is dripping with tears, the creaking and shaking bed, the small and ambiguous panting, when sweating profusely, a swaying peach blossom on the snow-white back.

His throat was suddenly a little dry and tight, and he looked away uncomfortably, and exhaled lightly.

It's just a... weird and familiar fantasy.

Chu Zhaoliu's clothes were layered and complicated, and he couldn't pull them apart directly. He first unbuttoned the blouse, and then took off his middle coat and outer robe. After rustling for a while, he pulled off the clothes on his left shoulder.

His black hair poured down like a cloud, covering his shoulders. He tilted his head and brushed his hair away, and he was still chattering: "If it wasn't for the sneak attack of the demon, I wouldn't be injured. If you show some sense of loyalty, don't Tell senior brother about this, I'm afraid my ears will grow calluses."

Xu Xu's whispers were obscured by a film of water, and Xie Ming's pupils suddenly constricted, staring at his back without blinking.

In that patch of Shengxue's complexion, a cluster of scorching and eye-catching peach blossom branches bloomed.

He has traced it countless times in that dream, and the shape and location are deep in his heart.

In an instant, it seemed that even the blood was flowing backwards, and the voice parasitic in his head faintly sneered.

Xie Ming stretched out his hand subconsciously, his usually stable fingertips trembled a little, and when he was about to touch the tattoo, he retracted like an electric shock.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't hear anything for a while, so he tilted his head and glanced suspiciously: "Why are you in a daze?"

Even the eyes with their backs turned coincidentally coincided.

"..."

Xie Ming closed his eyes, calmly stretched out his hand to hold the curious head, twisted it forward, took out the medicine and carefully bandaged the wound.

He always thought that more than half a month ago, it was just an absurd fantasy born to plant demons in his heart.

... what if not?

Just like 100 years ago, it wasn't a phantom that pulled him out when he broke into the enchanted illusion.

Xie Ming's movements were so light that they were a bit dawdled.

Chu Zhaoliu was used to enduring the pain, and he felt nothing at all about this injury, but he lost too much blood and his head was a little dizzy.

After Xie Ming finished bandaging, he pulled on his clothes again, turned his eyes and found that because of being too close, his left arm and sleeve rubbed Xie Ming's blood.

God will kill me!

He raised his head in fear, only to find that Xie Ming looked at him with indescribably gloomy and complicated eyes.

"Brother Xie?" Chu Zhaoliu was afraid that he would strike with his sword, so he took a step back calmly, "Are you okay?"

"..." Xie Ming stared at him and said firmly, "You forgot."

Chu Zhaoliu looked back blankly.

Xie Ming closed his eyes, rubbed the center of his brows, and when he opened his eyes again, he had a restrained and indifferent face, and said coldly: "Chu Zhaoliu, sometimes I really envy you for being so heartless."

How did it rise to this level?

Chu Zhaoliu was dumbfounded: "It's just a piece of clothing, what do you care about, I'll go back and wash it for you."

Xie Ming rolled his eyes slightly, and glanced at him: "Okay."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

You also agreed!

Chu Zhaoliu failed to find out what was wrong with Xie Ming, and the two of them walked through the ruins and came to the empty hall.

The breath of Buddha on the rosary is already very faint.

Prior to the business, Chu Zhaoliu deduced it in his mind, and looked around: "It should be around here."

but where?

There are some treasures in his ring that can temporarily protect the two of them, but with such deep resentment, people who are not born with Buddha bones like Tan Yuan will have to peel off their skin in less than a moment.

Just thinking about it, Xie Ming noticed a strange symbol under a wall, squatted down, and tapped the broken floor tiles lightly with his fingertips.

"Boom, boom" two slight sounds.

With the ear strength of the two, it became clear in an instant.

Below is empty.

Chu Zhaoliu also squatted over: "Under here, it seems that the floor is not made of ordinary materials. Do you have to find a mechanism?"

Even though they were in a dangerous situation, and the two of them temporarily lost their spiritual power, he was still in high spirits, as if everything and any kind of troubles in the world would not touch him.

Xie Ming raised his eyelids and looked at him: "No need."

"Then how do we go on?" Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyes, his eyes were as clear as stars, revealing a bit of curiosity.

Facing this gaze, Xie Ming slowly pulled out Ming Hong.

Chu Zhaoliu vaguely guessed what he was going to do, and felt a little uneasy: "Wait, Minghong is a world-famous sword, you don't want to use it to dig the ground, do you?"

Although due to physical reasons, he seldom uses the sword, but Chu Zhaoliu is actually quite a swordsman.

Especially a spiritual sword like Minghong.

Xie Ming met his refusal eyes, calmed down, and said, "Minghong, are you willing?"

Ming Hong: "..."

Xie Ming nodded: "It is willing."

After finishing speaking, he held the sword and stabbed down fiercely!

With a cracking sound, the entire floor tile cracked and flew out!

Chu Zhaoliu didn't expect him to do it as soon as he said it, and before he had time to react, his body fell down together.

Xie Ming had expected it a long time ago, he retracted his sword and raised his hand. In an instant, he hugged Chu Zhaoliu skillfully and fell to the ground lightly.

The dizziness caused by blood loss came back again, Chu Zhaoliu supported his forehead, his face was pale, and he said angrily, "Master Sword Master, I bet you will never get a wife in this lifetime."

The author has something to say:

Minghong: I feel that I have been avenged by the public.

Xie Ming: Isn’t it good to just do what you say?