Chapter 398 Are You Like This To Everyone?
Yue Mushan landed somewhere else in the secret realm and was anxiously looking for Ye Xiaoman. He was very happy when he got her message.
I'm going to look for my sister.
Hearing his tone, Ye Xiaoman wanted to run over immediately, but she stopped him for his safety.
[The situation here is a bit strange. Your cultivation level is low, so don't run around. Just stand here and wait for me. I'll come find you... Is it by the stream where you can see the rice fields?]
Yue Mushan suddenly became quiet while communicating with the magic weapon.
Ye Xiaoman thought he had met with some unexpected misfortune: [Amu?]
Yue Mushan said sweetly: [You are so nice to me.]
Ye Xiaoman immediately took the opportunity to flirt with him: [Of course, you are my only confidant, how could I not be nice to you?]
The confession of an honest person is more touching than exaggerated words like "baby" and "I love you so much". The true feelings spoken out of his mouth are real and simple. Yue Mushan's heart is like candy in his mouth, about to melt.
Ye Xiaoman and the Taotie beast stared at each other for a while, then she walked away with her sword in hand. Even when she was about to die, she could still flirt.
She stepped on the weeds and walked towards the direction Yue Mushan said.
We passed a dilapidated temple on the way.
There was a faint light in the temple.
Ye Xiaoman tiptoed over, avoided the main door and went around to the side of the window, put her eyes in front of the hole in the window paper and looked inside.
This was a pleasant surprise.
Jiaying sat in front of a long table copying scriptures, his profile calm, his white clothes spread on the ground like a water lily.
In front of him was a collapsed, headless wooden statue of Guanyin. Next to it was an incense table covered with a thick layer of dust. The floor tiles were cracked, with clumps of weeds sticking out from the cracks.
In such an environment that fits the atmosphere of strange stories, there is a monk in white clothes who is copying scriptures.
Ye Xiaoman immediately confirmed that this was Jiaying himself. The divinity and holy light and righteousness in Jiaying could not be faked by ordinary demons.
"Master Jiaying." Ye Xiaoman happily clapped the window and shouted, and a handful of sand came down and she almost choked.
Jiaying did not respond to her.
Ye Xiaoman immediately walked into the dilapidated temple.
When her foot stepped over the threshold, the air in front of her eyes vibrated like water waves. When her shoes touched the ground, the scenery in front of her suddenly changed.
The dilapidated temple has been completely renovated.
The ground was paved with neat blue bricks. The fallen headless wooden statue of Guanyin had grown a head and stood back on the altar. The incense table was polished to a shine and was filled with flowers and fruits.
Outside the temple, things were getting lively too. The abbot and pilgrims were greeting each other, and there was the faint sound of children playing hide-and-seek under the trees. Ye Xiaoman turned around to look, but there was no one outside.
The only thing that remained unchanged was Jiaying, who was sitting at the desk copying scriptures.
Ye Xiaoman did not step forward immediately.
Because there was one more person sitting opposite Jiaying.
A skeleton wearing monk's robes.
“Chuckle…”
The skeleton's vocal cords had rotted away, and it could only produce some monotonous syllables by knocking its upper and lower jaws against each other.
Ye Xiaoman couldn't understand what it was saying, but Jiaying seemed to understand every word it said.
He listened attentively, nodded slightly occasionally, then picked up the brush and wrote quickly on the paper.
The environment was dim, and the only light source was the kerosene lamp on Jiaying's desk.
The cold red light made his profile look translucent, and the tips of his drooping eyelashes glowed.
The originally beautiful and peaceful scene became extremely weird because of the addition of a skeleton.
"Jiaying."
Ye Xiaoman called out softly, afraid of alarming the skeleton monk in front of him.
Jiaying seemed not to hear.
Ye Xiaoman immediately thought, could this be an illusion created by the Taotie beast for Jiaying?
She turned to look at the window and saw a pair of blood-red pupils slowly moving.
"Wuming, beat it."
She immediately swung out her flying sword, and the nameless sword broke the window, and the Taotie beast ran away.
The sword of life flew back into his hand, but the situation before him did not change at all.
Not a gluttonous beast.
Ye Xiaoman looked at the skeleton monk again. It and Jiaying were immersed in their unique communication. Even though she had just broken the window and made some noise, it did not attract their attention.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally walked to Jiaying's side and squatted down, joining this strange picture.
The skeleton monk finally moved, and his dark eye sockets looked at her.
"Jiaying."
Ye Xiaoman pushed Jiaying's arm and went to look at the contents on his paper.
The paper was covered in scarlet.
There is no inkstone on the table.
Ye Xiaoman had a bad feeling.
The red ink on Jiaying's pen tip has faded, and he can't write anymore.
"Cluck!" The skeleton monk's voice suddenly became urgent, as if urging someone.
Jiaying picked up the ink pen and put his other arm under the kerosene lamp. Ye Xiaoman saw that there was a cut on Jiaying's hand. He was actually using his own blood as ink to write.
There are already quite a few scrolls piled on the table. I wonder how much effort Jiaying has put into this skeleton.
Seeing that Jiaying's pen was about to touch the paper again, Ye Xiaoman raised her hand and grabbed Jiaying's wrist to stop him.
The Skeleton Monk was dissatisfied: "Click!"
Ye Xiaoman's personality was invaded by the ghost again. She glared at it angrily and said, "Shut up."
Jiaying turned to look at Ye Xiaoman, his eyes clear, and it was obvious that he wrote the blood letter while he was conscious.
He said, "I don't want to involve you in this, please go away."
Ye Xiaoman's central air conditioner automatically turned on. Unable to bear seeing any boy suffer, she said gently, "You know, I can never turn a blind eye to your problems."
Jiaying: "Do you talk like this to everyone?"
Ye Xiaoman continued naturally: "I only care about you, and I only want to care about you."
Blood was flowing from the cut on Jiaying's wrist. Ye Xiaoman pulled his arm in front of her and licked his blood with the tip of her tongue.
Her lips were bright red, and Jiaying shrank back. He wanted to pull his arm back, but she held his wrist and took out a bottle of medicine to apply medicine to his wound.
As she applied medicine to him, she coaxed him, "Tell me, what are you doing?"
Jiaying's wound didn't actually hurt, or perhaps the long-term training he received in Yongning Temple had made him accustomed to self-sacrifice, and he didn't care about his own feelings or physical pain.
But his heart suddenly ached when he was suddenly treated so cherished by someone.
"My business," he said, feeling overwhelmed by the unfamiliar emotional reaction, his tone becoming stiff, "has nothing to do with you."
"It's closely related to me," Ye Xiaoman said with unstoppable shamelessness. "When you're hurt, my heart aches."
Jiaying: "You..."
"Are you going to ask me again if I talk to everyone like this?" Ye Xiaoman bandaged his hand and raised her hands in surrender with a smile. "Okay, okay, okay, I admit that I treat everyone like this. Now you can tell me what happened."
"We don't have much time. After all, this guy..." She pointed at the increasingly dangerous skeleton across from her, "looks like he wants to beat someone up."
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