Everyone owes me a favor

Here, there are people who can't keep the garden full of spring, but on Liu Yuanqiong's side, it's almost gloomy.

He sat in the dark, gnashing his teeth and wiping tears against the swollen red marks on his face.

Being humiliated was nothing to him.

At that time, in the "Leaving World", 14-year-old Liu Yuanqiong had had enough of the greatest humiliation in the world.

He was seriously injured and fell into chaos. He didn't even know that Feng Rugu had exchanged lives for everyone.

All he knew was that his elder brother was dragged out of the prison door, and the screams rang out for several hours, causing Liu Yuanqiong to die, his heart was crushed time and time again, but there was nothing he could do, he could only keep opening and closing his lips. , Silently calling his brother's name.

... my brother never came back.

Just because my brother said one more word, offended that Feng Ru!

If Feng Rugu died later, Liu Yuanqiong would not say anything more.

But it turns out that what my brother said was right, someone did come to save them.

And judging from the results, the elder brother and the others prevented Feng Ruyu from committing suicide, and indeed saved Feng Ruyu's life!

Now, Feng Ru is still alive, Feng Jun is named, and the world is well-known, but his brother's bones rotted in the desolate prison of "the world left behind", turning into a smear of blood on the wall.

Liu Yuanqiong really wanted to hate Feng Rugu, but he couldn't do it either.

If you calm down and think about it, you will know that he is not owed three pieces of meat, but three lives!

If he really cut off three pieces of meat, it would be shameless for him to try to repay his kindness.

In other words, he wouldn't be able to repay the favor at all, unless he immediately cut his neck and died!

Liu Yuanqiong has been cultivated by his father in these years and has also grown up, but every time he faces this unbearable memory, all his years are inflated.

He was so angry that tears rolled down his face, and his eyes turned black in bursts.

Just as he was about to piss himself off, a short figure passed by him carrying a Buddha lamp.

The lights flickered, one passed by unprepared, the other cried as if no one was there, both of them were startled by Qiqi.

The visitor patted his chest and sighed, "Oh."

He raised the Buddha lamp half a foot high, but when it touched Liu Yuanqiong's tear-filled chin, he put the lamp down thoughtfully: "Amitabha, it's the little monk who frightened the benefactor."

Liu Yuanqiong hurriedly wiped away his tears, raised his chin slightly, and put on the airs of the young master of the Changyou Gate: "It's okay."

Liu Yuanqiong looked along the remaining ray of light, and found that the person who came was a young monk with green stubble on his head, looking at him curiously, not looking dull and introverted.

He blushed, and once again covered his face with his sleeve, trying to hide it, and wiped it vigorously: "Don't shine the light on my eyes."

The little monk said obediently, and lifted the Buddha lamp further away.

He didn't say any profound Buddhist words to comfort Liu Yuanqiong, nor did he ignore his pain, but only expressed the simplest worry: "Are you okay."

Liu Yuanqiong said stiffly: "What's the matter with me?"

The little monk understood: "Mmm...you have something on your mind."

Liu Yuanqiong was exposed by him, and he was ashamed and angry, and immediately raised his voice and scolded him: "Let's go!"

The little monk was startled by him, took two steps back, but did not leave, but squatted down and looked up at him: "You have something on your mind."

Liu Yuanqiong gritted his teeth: "What does it have to do with you?!"

"The little monk is going to look for someone, and you are on the way that the little monk must pass." The little monk said seriously, "This is fate, your matter is related to the little monk."

Liu Yuanqiong thought with red eyes, where did Monk Hua come from?

This is not a square where blessing lamps are lit, and with only a small Buddha lamp, neither of them can see each other's face clearly, which reassures Liu Yuanqiong a little.

But he wanted to be alone to digest his emotions, so it was inevitable that there was a bit of sharpness in his words: "You don't need to read scriptures?"

"No need." The little monk squatted on the ground, "I have just returned to the mountain, and my body has not been washed away from the dust. Master and uncle have specifically allowed me not to participate in the affairs of the temple."

After talking about himself, the little monk looked up at him: "What about you? Have you been bullied?"

Liu Yuanqiong was speechless for a while, and raised his hand to cover his cheek.

There was a swollen lump on his face, with a slight fever.

"But you were punished?"

The little monk just briefly illuminated him with a Buddha lamp, and seeing him sitting here alone, with tears streaming down his face, he thought it was a little Taoist priest who had done something wrong in the right door of the Chang'an, and he was punished, so he hid here secretly. cry.

He didn't have time to clearly see the golden phoenix embroidery on his black robe.

——That is the sign of the Venerable Changyoumen.

The little monk comforted him and said: "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Don't be too angry; if you don't do something wrong, then don't suffer for nothing. You are the one who is sad."

Liu Yuanqiong gritted his teeth and said: "There is no right or wrong, it's just a loss! It's my skills that are inferior to others! One day, I will cultivate the Tao, and I will pay you back a hundred times!"

The little monk sighed, and was about to speak when Liu Yuanqiong snatched him away: "Don't tell me the Buddhist principles of tolerance and forgiveness, I don't like to hear it."

The little monk said innocently: "I have nothing to say."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice: "...my little uncle occasionally reprimands me unreasonably, and I will scold him quietly in my heart."

Liu Yuanqiong glanced at the little monk in the dark, only thought that his bald head reflected light was quite interesting, and he didn't hate talking, so his mood improved a little bit.

"Actually, it's my fault." Left and right Liu Yuanqiong didn't recognize the young monk, and the young monk didn't recognize himself either. He simply told the young monk about his frustration, "...someone saved my life. However , He clearly has the power, but he never saved my dearest relative. I can't figure it out."

The little monk let out an ah, scratched his head and said, "Then he still saved your life."

Liu Yuanqiong: "But my dearest relative..."

The little monk asked curiously: "He can save you, why didn't he save your close relatives? Is he able to save it, or can't he?"

Liu Yuanqiong was tongue-tied.

It was cost-effective to cut flesh and change lives, but at that time, Feng Ruru was already a crossbow with many scars and even the end of the road.

...Besides, elder brother and the others forced Feng Ruyu to live. Is it for Feng Ruyu's own good, or do they want to...

Liu Yuanqiong immediately dismissed these thoughts, not daring to think about it any further.

He knows the truth, but when it comes to reason, how can there be any reason to say it?

His brother is dead, he can't think about his bad side.

The little monk analyzed it for him: "The kindness is too great, you can't pay it back, but you still want to hate him, what's the reason?"

Liu Yuanqiong, who was poked in the sore spot again, became irritable again: "Enough!"

The little monk was taken aback again and closed his mouth.

Liu Yuanqiong almost thought that he was going to be scolded by him and run away.

Unexpectedly, the little monk searched in his pocket for a while, but knelt down in front of him with hands and feet together, and put something to his lips.

Liu Yuanqiong held it subconsciously.

The sweetness in his mouth melted away the bitterness in his mouth.

... a piece of caramel.

"Here, I carried it secretly. Hanshan Temple prohibits bringing foreign objects into the temple, but I have a good relationship with the little uncle, and he won't check me." The little monk half-kneeled in front of him, and his voice was very happy, "You ate This, don’t be angry. People, there are always things that you can’t figure out. If you can’t figure it out, just think about it. Not everyone is as smart as my little uncle.”

Liu Yuanqiong vaguely bit the candy, always feeling that he was coaxed by this little bald donkey as a child.

He said: "You keep talking about little martial uncle, little martial uncle, what kind of person is your little martial uncle?"

The little monk said with a smile: "The little uncle is the little uncle. I used to think that he was amazing, a person who was as tall as the mountains and ice and snow, but now, I know that he is also an ordinary person, with a heart and a heart, and he is very Can’t speak. People are like this, they have weaknesses more or less, don’t talk about understanding, at least understand others more, and life will be easier.”

Liu Yuanqiong: "...you talk a lot."

The little monk touched his bald head and smiled brightly: "Yes. The two friends I made these days went back to the mountain, and it has been a long time since no one talked with me. So this candy, I also want to thank you for talking with me."

With sugar in his mouth, Liu Yuanqiong muttered, "...No thanks."

The little monk retired, picked up the Buddha lamp on one side, and put the thin bamboo pole on his shoulder. The Buddha lamp swayed behind him, making his bald head even more funny.

"Little Monk Haijing." The little monk looked at the young man hidden in the darkness, "What's your name?"

Liu Yuanqiong staggered his eyes: "My surname is Liu, and I'm under the Changyou Gate... the young master Liu Yuanqiong's servant, named Liu Er."

"...Liu Er." Hai Jing didn't look carefully at the face of the person he met by chance, "Liu Er, I'm leaving. See you again!"

Haijing picked up the lamp and walked away in a hop.

Liu Yuanqiong sat on the spot, looked at his back as he left, and thought, monk with a dull head.

He didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth turned up a little bit.

"...Qiong'er."

A steady but powerful voice interrupted Liu Yuanqiong's reverie, he jumped up from the rock: "...Father."

The visitor's black clothes are like night, and the bird-shaped gold pattern on the hem of the lapel is more luxurious, and there is a little red cloud pattern between the eyebrows, which is really a dignified and solitary Taoist monarch.

Xuanji Jun Liu Yu asked: "Who was the person who was with you just now?"

Liu Yuanqiong said respectfully, "A monk from Hanshan Temple."

Xuanji Jun hummed in a low voice: "I heard that Yun Zhongjun has arrived in Hanshan Temple?"

Liu Yuanqiong paled slightly, and looked away.

Mr. Xuanji seemed to be in poor health, coughed lowly, and said: "We have visited Fengling many times, but he refused to see anyone. Now that we meet a benefactor, we must pay more. Today is getting late, tomorrow , you visit him with me, and thank him for saving his life in the past."

Hearing this, Liu Yuanqiong's hard-won good mood was completely destroyed.

However, thinking about the little bald donkey's words just now, Liu Yuanqiong bit his lips: "Well, the child understands."

Xuanji Jun was a little surprised at Liu Yuanqiong's obedience, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder approvingly: "Go. Talk to your elder brother more today."

Sending Liu Yuanqiong away, Xuanji Lord Liu Yu sat down where his second son had been, and gently stroked the stone with a gentle expression.

The sounds of insects in the surroundings gradually ceased, and an invisible barrier was supported to isolate all internal and external sounds from each other, and no longer communicated.

Facing the stone, he asked, "Why did Feng Rugu come here?"

In the void, an emotionless voice responded to him: "Is Master Liu asking me?"

Xuanji Jun's voice was very soft and soft, with a bit of tenderness: "After a disciple of Fengling died in Meihua Town, I started to clean up the traces of the past, and I will never let anyone trace it to The one from the right door. Mr. Jing is the counselor I have raised by the right door, and he is the most effective. Do you have any clues?"

The calm and cold face of the person Liu Yu called "Mr. Jing" emerged from the darkness.

...that's Han Jing.

He leaned on the branch of a sycamore tree, and said in a calm tone: "Feng Rugu has a heart of nine songs, but it is hard to guess. However, maybe Xuanji Jun should have changed his name to a Taoist priest when he went to Plum Blossom Town. It is taken from the word 'willow', which makes people think of it for no reason."

Xuanji Jun laughed: "Mr. Jing really likes to joke."

He lowered his head and twisted the skirt of the clothes floating with dark fragrance, his body was full of the warm breath of sandalwood.

Han Jing leaned against the tree: "Fortunately, they only traced to Hanshan Temple, but did not trace to Changyoumen."

Xuanji Jun asked back: "Is this very good?"

His thinking seems to be very slow, and his speaking voice is also very slow, so he often gives people an illusion of tenderness: "... Hanshan Temple, in the past, it was because of the friendship between my father and Abbot Jingyuan, and later it was because of the death of Hao'er. Visiting every year, adopting the earth qi, without arousing suspicion, I chose this place as a transit point for the earth qi in Meihua Town. Now, Feng Rugu has traced to Hanshan Temple. This is not good, really bad. "

Han Jing stared at the night, playing with dozens of tokens in his hands, engraved with the clan emblems of the various patriarchs and sect masters.

He put away the other tokens, picked out a flame token engraved with a golden phoenix pattern, hooked the webbing on his fingertips, and let it spin.

At Changyoumen, he is the eyeliner and counselor "Mr. Jing", and he is deeply trusted.

A year ago, he passed the strict inspection by Lord Xuanji and was allowed to discuss the private affairs of the inner sect.

This is the trust he gained in five years after he left Jianchuan, and it is precious.

Han Jing asked, "What is the sect master planning?"

Xuanji Jun: "Mr. Jing is a counselor, I want to ask Mr. Jing, what's your plan?"

Han Jing slightly straightened up, turned over and jumped down: "Master, I am here to bring some news for the master. I just hope the master will make good use of it. If it is used properly, the master will not only have no worries, but also fulfill his wish. will be rewarded."

Xuanji Jun narrowed his eyes and said gently: "Please tell me."

Han Jing's tone was still flat, but what he said was like thunder: "Feng Ruyu, he has already fallen into a demon."

Xuanji Lord suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Han Jing, seemingly in disbelief.

Han Jing stared at him: "I don't know this news, can it help Xuanji Lord?"

"...Very good." After a brief shock, Xuanji Jun clapped his palms and burst out laughing, "Very good, very good!"

Han Jing didn't smile, just looked at Xuanjijun quietly.

Finally, time caught up.

Regarding the death of Fengling's disciple in Meihua Town, Fengling must send someone out to investigate.

Bo Ning has never been out of the mountain, and he is still in poor health, so he will only send Yan Jiangnan to investigate.

Yan Jiangnan has more than enough military force but not enough intelligence, and she has to be distracted to take care of the "Pillar of Man", she must be unable to do so. In the end, she still has to take care of Feng Rugu who was injured by Ding You, and inform Feng Rugu and others of all the investigation results.

As he expected, it took Feng Ruzhi less than two months to complete the cleanup of Plum Blossom Town and investigate the secret behind the "Pillar of Man".

When Xuanji Lord sent people to clean up all the traces, he purposely withheld a ray of earth energy and kept it as a clue to lead Feng Ruyu and his party to Hanshan Temple.

And at this time, it happened to be the time when Lord Xuanji held an annual prayer event for his eldest son.

Mr. Xuanji consciously cleared up all the clues. Now that Feng Rugu came suddenly, he would think a lot and suspect that the deeds would be revealed.

At this point, it was his turn to tell the secret.

...almost, it's time to end everything.