The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 45 Return to the Demon World
He said: "I killed her before I remembered everything."

He said: "She saved my life, but I took her life, gave her life, and made her die. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died for me."

He said: "When I saw her, she was still a herbal girl on the mountain, innocent and lively like a mandrill."

He said: "I don't want to forget her. I want to marry her, but I can't. The only way to repay the emperor's kindness is loyalty."

He said: "It's easy to forget about the Jiang family's national teachers over the past dynasties."

What he said was very confusing, and it was because of the confusion that he couldn't be more sincere.

Jikong didn't speak, he knew that the national teacher only wanted someone to listen to him, anyone would be fine, it would be someone else, so he just turned the one hundred and eight sandalwood beads in his hand.

When the white belly appeared in the east, the national teacher was about to leave, when a woman with an expressionless face approached with a ghostly look, he sat down again.

The woman stopped less than ten feet away from Jikong, holding a white and blue light ball in her hand, and said hoarsely: "The king ordered me to give it to you."

Ji Kong shook his head: "The ghost emperor should make the decision."

The woman stood stubbornly in the shadow, not saying a word.

Jikong was not annoyed, the beads in his hand were still turning slowly, even if there was a strong wind blowing in the early morning, the wind would still be cool.

The sun was rising and it was gradually moving towards the west. At noon, the woman couldn't stand it anymore, black smoke rose from her body, and her face became paler under the black clothes.

Yuan Qing suddenly appeared in the pavilion shaking a paper fan, sucked the white and blue light ball in his hand, waved the paper fan, and the woman disappeared, he half covered it with the paper fan, his voice was hoarse and very ambiguous, he said: "If I didn't owe you a favor, why did the emperor gather this girl's soul and send it to Wu Yan? If that's the case, it's better to throw it into the realm of hungry ghosts."

Jikong knew what this white and blue light group was, he turned the beads in his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay."

He is meaningless, but others may not be meaningless. The national teacher who has not spoken for a long time spoke, and he only said two words: "No."

"Why not, how can this emperor allow you to criticize what he does." With a wave of his large sleeves, a black light went straight to the national teacher.

The national teacher didn't dodge or dodge, and he suffered this abruptly. It's not that he couldn't dodge, but he had to show sincerity if he wanted something from others.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said very firmly: "I am responsible for what she is doing now. I know that I am no match for the Ghost Emperor, and I wish to use myself to bear this hardship on her behalf."

Yuan Qing didn't use all her strength, even if that was the case, the national teacher was also seriously injured. After speaking, she paused a few times, or even coughed, but on the contrary, her feelings became more and more sincere.

Yuan Qing sized it up with interest, and was about to say something, when a white brocade floated from the void, opened it and glanced at it, the corners of his eyes showed little bits of joy, and said straight: "Okay." I don't know What exactly did he mean by that good voice.

After saying that, he grabbed the national teacher's belt and was about to step into the gate of the ghost world opened in the void, but was stopped by Jikong.

Ji Kong said: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The question was unclear, the national teacher pondered for a moment and said: "If Murong asks, he will say that I, Rongtian, are sorry for him. If he doesn't ask, then forget it."

"You later?"

Rong Tian smiled, and said bitterly: "In the future, huh, what is there in the future, if she enters the realm of hungry ghosts, I will suffer for her; Help her escape the suffering of reincarnation, and if she doesn't want me to protect her life after life."

Jikong shook his head and said with extreme disapproval: "You know that the meaning of the poor monk is not like that."

Rong Tian said: "It's already been doomed in the dark." His eyes were no longer cold, and there was a bit of resignation in his speech.

Ji Kong said meaningfully: "In the end, I'm afraid of the mirror image."

Rong Tian pursed his lips and smiled, his cold face became a little more lively, he turned his head and walked away, having made up his mind.

Jikong didn't know that the ascetic had gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and his determination was extremely firm. He just wanted to explain to his new disciple. Seeing Rongtian's appearance, he didn't say any more.

Yuan Qing was already impatient to wait, seeing the two of them finished speaking and about to step into the ghost gate again, but was stopped again.

Yuan Qing turned her head, and said with a smirk: "Monk, what else is there?"

Jikong Baoxiang solemnly said: "The suit is not suitable for you."

Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Monk, you are the second one who dares to say that to the Emperor."

Jikong ignored him, turned around and left.

With a smile on the corner of Yuan Qing's mouth, he stepped into the void ghost gate. The patterns on the dark ghost gate turned into ferocious ancient beasts, and finally diffused into nothingness.

Ji Kong didn't leave the imperial palace, nor stayed in Jingxi Palace, he has been wandering in the imperial city at will.

When the servants in the palace are patrolling and walking, or beside the duckweed pond or on the bluestone wall, you can often see a man in a white monk robe, turning one hundred and eight sandalwood beads in his hands indifferently, with a solemn appearance.

Reported up layer by layer, all the ministers just let him go. Although the maids in the palace had doubts in their hearts, they didn't dare to question, so they let him go.

After half a month passed, Ji Kong, who was meditating with his eyes closed on the bluestone wall, suddenly felt a movement in his heart, his figure swayed a few times, and disappeared in place. The patrolling guards were accustomed to being calm.

In the Jingxi Palace, the young emperor with a pale face on the bright yellow brocade finally woke up after sleeping for nearly a month. He opened his dazed eyes, like a newborn deer, all innocent and innocent. Slowly met Shang Jikong's gaze, he looked no different from any boy who had recovered from a serious illness at the gate of hell.

His expression was a little helpless, he spoke cautiously, his voice was hoarse, like a rusty iron box that had been opened for many years, and he said, "Where is Rong Tian?"

"He asked the poor monk to tell you that he is sorry for you."

The lonely sky is as indifferent as before.

Murong Wuxuan opened his mouth and closed it again, revealing a gentle smile, extremely beautiful, like glass shattered all over the ground.

The palace was extremely silent.

"Hahahaha, I'm so sorry."

The laughter is hoarse, but rampant and desolate, the listener tears and the hearer is sad, it is the despair of the thin horse Xifeng on the ancient road in the desert, it is the desolation of thinking about the world but having nowhere to stay.

"Cough cough."

Murong Wuxuan laughed halfway through and coughed violently because he was not in good health, it took him a long time to stop coughing, he looked into Jikong's eyes and said very seriously: "Holy Monk, please accept me no matter what." Sincerity, he struggled to land, splashing countless dust particles.

Seeing Murong Wuxing like this, Ji Kong neither said yes nor refused, but only lightly told the blond boy who was always taking care of Murong Wuxuan: "Xige, you stay and take care of him."

After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the door.

"Holy monk, holy monk."

Murong Wuxi lost his composure and yelled again and again, struggling and wanted to get off the ground, but recovering from a serious illness, his weak hands hit Sieg who was at the side several times.

Sig stopped Murong Wushuang's irrational behavior, dragged him to the bed and tucked in the quilt, and shot out a burst of anger. Murong Wushen couldn't move for a while, and stared at Sig fiercely. Seeing that he was extremely angry, Sig could only The appearance of being slaughtered by others, he couldn't help but feel amused in his heart, a smile could not help flowing from the corner of his lips, and he quickly pursed his lips again, forcing it down.Seeger took two steps, sat cross-legged next to the dragon bed carved with dragons and painted phoenixes, and closed his eyes to visualize his own meridians.

Murong Wuxi closed his eyes helplessly, the recklessness he had woken up earlier slowly settled down, and he resumed his usual scheming.

At the same time, a certain mansion in the imperial capital of Yan Kingdom.

Wuming tossed the pitch-black token in his hand, took out from nowhere the white sheep jade flagon jug and crystal wine glass, and poured himself a cup of wine.

After a long time, the stillness has not left.

Wuming said: "The order of the demon world has been given to you."

Jikong sat on the stone bench, his calm pupils were pitch black: "The poor monk knows that the six sages were good at the beginning, set up the six realms, and taught Taoism, so why did they set up a love calamity to see that all living beings are addicted to love life after life and cannot be released. Whether it is the red lotus karma fire or the compassionate flight, all sentient beings can only struggle in the sea of ​​suffering."

Wuming took a sip and drank day and night, maybe he was drunk or not, his thin lips slightly raised, and said lazily: "Seven emotions and six desires, love and hate parting, if it is gone, it would be too boring."

Ji Kong said: "This is not like what you can say."

Wuming put down the cup that was close to the corner of his lips, and said with a faint mocking smile: "That's not like something you can ask."

The two smiled at each other.

Jikong got up, cast a spell, and disappeared in the demon world order that was transformed.

Wuming drank the remaining wine in the jug, turning a blind eye to the colorful moon-white clothes submerged behind him.

In the demon world, in the forbidden area of ​​Mount Tu, there is a monk wearing a plain robe standing holding a Buddhist bead. He is independent from the world, arrogant and grand, awe-inspiring and inviolable. Looking into the enchantment in the middle of the forbidden area, his dark eyes are full of confusion .

Outside the forbidden area, there is a girl from the fox tribe who secretly speculates about the touching stories. She is not a girl who does not want to seek proof, but she will be thrown out of the forbidden area before she gets close. Often he has not turned around. Silent watch.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and electric snakes danced together. Not long after, a purple sky god thunder the size of a water snake struck down, like a signal to charge on the battlefield. The Tushan Fox Clan hid one after another.

Ji Kong was impacted by the aftermath of the Zixiao God's thunder, his face was like gold paper, and blood spewed out mouthfuls with a wow. Seeing that the Zixiao God's thunder was chopping more and more, he felt great despair in his heart, closed his eyes and hit the altar with all his strength, He only resisted a purple sky thunder, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

When Jikong was conscious, he seemed to be standing in the endless darkness. He took a few steps randomly, and countless galaxy rivers appeared under his feet. They were magnificent, desolate, lonely, and vast enough to fascinate any weak-minded person.

With a bang, a meteor flew past.

He took a few steps to the side, but didn't avoid it. A star stone that was said to be big or small was scratched across the face, and there were a few traces of blood on the hot wound. Ji Kong wiped the blood with his hands, knowing that if He was obsessed with the scenery just now, if he took a step too late, there would be more than just a wound.

(End of this chapter)