"We know, master." Zong San and Qing Jiang stroked his arms left and right.

The task they received today was to eliminate the situation of inexplicable heavy snow blocking the mountains in the past six months. This was originally the territory of the Snow Demon Clan, and the Snow Demon Clan has been living for a long time, and this place has slowly become a traffic artery.

However, in the past six months, there has been an inexplicable snowstorm, and the heavy snow has blocked the traffic, and the residents can only go around another distant road to complain bitterly, but they can't break the barrier, so they have no choice but to ask Mingjun. Ming Jun originally sent Zong San and Qing Jiang to check, but after Fa Yanbo knew about it, Lu Duanyi changed shifts, so he insisted on coming with them.

Originally, they thought that the master was afraid that they would be in danger, but who knows, there is a past.

Looking at the two docile wives, Fa Yan smiled thinly. Pick up the bowl of tea soup that has been cooled and drink it all. Bingjue always doesn't handle the heat well, the tea soup that has been boiled for too long is bitter and astringent, and the amount of salt is too much, bitter, astringent, and salty, the three tastes are filled in the mouth, which is really not delicious, but it is the most nostalgic taste in memory. After Bing Jue's death, he never made tea again, and he hadn't even drunk tea for more than 700 years, until a few years before he went to the head of time and space to take up the position of God Inquisitor, he met an old ghost in Beiyin District who was known as a tea addict, and Fa Yanbo only began to slowly resume the habit of drinking tea at that time. But it only makes tea, not boiled tea. The taste of the tea brewed with boiling water is light and sweet, not as sweet as boiled tea, and there is a little less saltiness, but the law is thin and does not care, and the taste of tea in memory is different, so it is good. For him, the taste of boiled tea always belongs to one person, and that is always a snow-white snow demon, his former partner.

After that, Fa Yanbo took Zong San, Qing Jiang and Shuzhu Pill to Bing Jue's tomb to worship. For the first time in seven hundred and sixty-two years, he came to sweep Bingjue's grave, and his widow was too painful to mourn, and he had no way to get close to here.

"Ziyu..." he knelt in front of the tombstone, caressing the words of the tomb of Bing Ziyu on the tombstone, and wept bitterly. Even if more than 700 years have passed, even if he has come out of this relationship, he still can't control his emotions when he sees Yiren's tomb at first glance.

Zong San sighed softly, knelt beside him and accompanied him to insert the bouquet into the jade bottle he brought, Shuzhu Pill carried a small stove, Qingjiang held a small kettle, tea leaves, tea ladle and tea bowl, and the three of them quietly accompanied him.

Fa Yanbo cried for a long time... For a long time...

After a long time, he wiped away his tears, took the small stove from Shuzhu Maru's hand, set up the small stove and the small cauldron, and made tea in front of Bingjue's tomb.

"Ziyu, we haven't had a drink together for a long time."

Boil water, shabu bowls, sprinkle salt, put tea leaves, and skillfully cook tea in a thin way. Boiling tea was originally a method of drinking tea in the Tang Dynasty, Bing Jue saw it once when he happened to go to the human world, and fell in love with it since then, but his time in the human world was too short and he didn't know the trick of making tea, so the tea soup was often difficult to drink. Later, even if there was Fa Yan Bo's hand-in-hand teaching, he was born in the Bing Xue clan and he always couldn't handle the heat, the tea soup was either boiled for too long and bitter and astringent, or there was not enough time and no taste, everyone in the clan avoided him The tea soup was like a snake and scorpion, and only Fa Yan Bo drank it with a smile every time.

The small kettle that brought the offering was just enough to boil three bowls of tea, and after the tea was boiled, Fa Yanbo asked the three wives to serve a bowl and pour the tea soup in front of Bingjue's tomb one by one.

"It's been a long time since I've made tea for you." He stroked the tombstone, the words on the tombstone were carved with his fingers when he held the stone, and the bloodstains have not been washed away by the rain until now, more than 700 years later.

"You've been gone for more than 700 years... The three of them are... My current partner. ”

In the early spring, when the spring was bright, a plum blossom was planted next to the tomb, and the grass was green everywhere, so he knelt in front of the tombstone and told Bing Jue about his time for more than 700 years, as well as the story of him and the three swords that died of God. In this way, the three of them quietly accompanied their master and husband, watching him boil water over and over again, boil tea over and over again, and water the tombstone over and over again until the pot of tea was boiled.

It wasn't until the sun went down and their story was almost over that Fa Yanbo stood up and took out the small brocade bag from his arms and hung it on the tombstone.

"I have found a small part of your bones, and I will continue to search for them, and if I find them, I will send them to you again." He patted the tombstone, "Goodbye Ziyu, next time, I'll come to see you again." ”

He couldn't sleep at night, sitting alone under the porch to blow the wind, he thought he had been relieved, but he didn't expect his emotions to explode again after seeing the man's remnant soul, he hadn't cried for many years, and he was embarrassed in front of his wife today, or because of his ex-wife, and then he probably had to worry about pacifying the problem.

Zong San walked up to him lightly and leaned on top of him.

"Actually, Bing Jue is the master's wife... Right? ”

"Hmm...", he didn't deny it.

"Then I..."

"If you really want to say it, it's the steproom." Fa Yanbo patted Zong San's hand on his knee, "You are still in the main room, this will not change." Now the people who live with me are you, and I will still love you, but Ziyu he..."

"I understand." Zong San was tired of entering his arms, "In the master's heart, there will always be a place for him." ”

"I'm sorry, Zongsan..."

"There's no need to be sorry, neither I, nor we, will be angry." Zong San smiled, "The master is more than two thousand years old, right?" It's too lonely to walk alone in a long time, and it's normal to have a partner. Me and Qingjiang Palace, Shuzhu Pill Palace, we don't care that the master has ever had a partner, as long as it is us who is with the master now, it is enough to have a place in the master's heart, really. ”

"Thank you." Fa Yan Bo hugged Zong San and kissed his long pink cherry hair.

He survived the saddest and most painful time, and Bing Jue has been the deepest memory he has buried in his heart since then. After walking for more than 700 years, he finally got out of the pain and was willing to have another partner, Fa Yanbo did not forget his promise to his three wives, but the taste of boiling tea and the snow shadow will always become the most special scenery in his heart.

Because of this and that, Fa Yan Bo and Zongsan were sent to the human realm to investigate the matter of the Blood Wish Mantra, and they usually took on human form to visit around, and if someone had a human body, they needed a place to live.

The Ming Realm also has a few strongholds in the Human Realm for these public servants who come to the Human Realm on business to stay, so after sending off the landlord who had a very good opinion of him, Fa Yanbo took Zong San to the Ming Realm stronghold. The stronghold of the Ming Realm is generally not picked in a very good place, and there is no need to think about the essence location, it is best to be an elevator apartment building, and more often it will be chosen in a place where the aura is chaotic, and there are ghosts who can be suppressed by the way, such as their current location.

This is an old apartment that is rarely seen on the streets of Taipei, shrunk in a dark alley, the house is about 40 years old, very old, there are not many human beings living in the apartment, and this place with chaotic aura is no longer suitable for human habitation. As for why it is said to be aura chaos?