At the end of the day, a waning moon hung in the night sky, illuminating the ebony of the Yesha Temple.

Gray-brown pebbles surround a hot spring, the surface of the hot spring is filled with steam, and the red mandala of the elderly is close to the pebbles on the shore.

The crimson petals curled slightly like dragon claws, and looked particularly bewitching under the heavy night sky.

Zong Ye held Bai Luo and stood barefoot between the bright red mandala flowers.

Mandala Hua is highly poisonous, but the soil and water where it grows can detoxify all kinds of poisons.

Zong Ye walked into the hot spring step by step with Bai Luo in his arms. The warm spring water overflowed Zong Ye's instep, his bare ankles, and soaked the black brocade clothes.

Zong Ye gently put Bai Luo into the hot spring water, letting Bai Luo's head rest lightly on his shoulder. Bai Luo and Zong Ye's black black hair floated on the surface of the hot spring. The dense water vapor steamed the eyelashes of the two of them with a layer of water vapor.

The white coat was soaked with water, and a trace of blood suddenly melted into the water. Bai Luo snorted lightly, and his forehead moved extremely uncomfortably between Zong Ye's neck.

Zong Ye suddenly panicked. He grabbed Bai Luo's waist with one hand and pressed the wound on Bai Luo's flank with the other. Blood flowed from the wound on Bai Luo's flank. At first, it was black blood, but it slowly turned into bright red blood, and then slowly stopped. Bai Luo finally calmed down.

Zong Ye breathed a long sigh of relief. Only then did he look at Bai Luo through the moonlight.

The moonlight was lightly sprinkled on Bai Luo's face, the poisonous blood was cleared, and the heat of the hot spring water was on his face, Bai Luo's lips finally faded to dark green and gradually revealed some ruddyness. The two soft lips reveal some delicate pink, and the water droplets on the lips are like morning dew hanging on the soft petals.

On weekdays, the white blue eyes always reveal a coldness even if they have no emotion. Now that she closed her eyes, the coldness was gone. The hot spring water vapor steamed a layer of fine beads of sweat on Bai Luo's face, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet and sticking to his cheeks.

Zong Ye stretched out his hand and gently twisted Bai Luo's broken hair behind his ear. Zong Ye's cold white passed through the white black hair, and the jade white cheeks finally hung in front of the pink lip flap.

Suddenly, Zong Ye withdrew his hand and couldn't help but give himself a slap.

How could he be so blasphemous to Bai Luo?

What qualifications do your blood-stained hands have to touch Bai Luo?

Zong Ye spread out his hands, dipped his hands in the hot spring, and spread his hands. He wished that a stream of black blood would spill out of his palm. I wish that the sins on my palms could be washed away by this hot spring soaked in mandala.

But no, Mandala Huaquan can cure all kinds of poisons, but it can't cure his poison.

Who the hell are you?

What has happened before?

Did Bai Luo's Golden Spirit Bead take it by himself?

Zong Ye couldn't remember anything, and there was only endless panic in his heart. Could it be that he killed his six masters enough, and he once ripped out Bai Luo's golden spirit bead with his own hands?

Could he be such an unforgivable sinner?

Bai Luo said something vaguely like a dream, and rubbed Zong Ye's neck restlessly.

Zong Ye hugged Bai Luo, and gently placed his chin on Bai Luo's forehead and grinded it.

If it was possible, he hoped that he had never been here, had never been called a Holy Venerable, and had never touched Bai Luo's golden spirit bead. He hoped that he was just an abandoned baby picked up by Guangci, an orphan of the Little Wuxiang Temple.

But he didn't know what was true and what was false.

Is it about whether his past life was a nightmare, or is it about Xiao Wuxiang Temple, about Bai Luo, is it a pipe dream?

Faintly, he wished that he had never been out of the museum. He hoped to drink with Xue Yu in the Forgotten Return Pavilion all the time, walk with Jiang Qinghan, and practice martial arts with Bai Luo. He wanted to sit on the eaves with Bai Luo under the moonlight and drink a pot of frosted plum brew.

Zong Ye pressed his chin against Bai Luo's forehead and muttered, "Master, can I still go back? Can I still be Zong Ye? Who am I?"

For a long time, Bai Luo seemed to lean on Zong Ye's shoulder and fell asleep.

Zong Ye picked Bai Luo up from the water, gently put her on a chair to dry her hair, and then called someone to change her into clean and comfortable clothes, until she watched Bai Luo sleep peacefully, then gently opened the door and walked out.

Zong Ye walked in the Weiming Palace, there were too many secrets in this palace, he walked on the lotus path, and the surrounding environment was extremely strange to him. Although there are no terrible people in the Weiming Palace, and even the entire palace is carved and painted, its magnificence is comparable to that of Muyun Heavenly Palace, and its luxury is comparable to that of Yuhu Palace, but the breath of death still fills the entire Weiming Palace. Filled with every ebony wooden pillar, every piece of black jade glazed tile, every brick.

Zong Ye turned the hallway. Two maids in black embroidered feather tunics approached.

As soon as the two maids saw Zong Ye, the tray in their hands fell to the ground with a clatter, and the silver empty wine jug rolled to the ground.

A trace of displeasure flashed between Zong Ye's eyebrows, was he terrible before?

The two maids knelt beside each other and trembled like two quails.

Zong Ye glanced at the silver wine jug on the ground: "Who is drinking?"

The two maids bowed their heads: "It's a girl." ”

"Concubine?" Zong Ye was stunned for a moment before he reacted, it seemed that the woman who treated Bai Luo was called Concubine Yanli?

Zong Ye let out a faint "oh", and didn't bother to talk to the two maids again, so he raised his feet and was about to leave.

The two maids looked at each other strangely, and asked cautiously, "Isn't the Holy Venerable going to take a look?"

There was something in the words of the two maids, and Zong Ye could hear it even if he had not heard it. Zong Ye smiled coldly: "Trouble the two to tell the girl." I also asked the girl to drink less wine, and come to the Yesha Hall on time tomorrow to treat the white girl, don't make a mistake. ”

Zong Ye's tone was extremely cold, where did the two maids dare to say half a word, so they had to bury their heads low and kneel on the ground to send Zong Ye off.

Zong Ye walked around most of the Weiming Palace along the Red Lotus Path. Although the Weiming Palace is in the Demon Realm, the layout of the palace is not far from that of Muyun Heavenly Palace and Yuhu Palace. Sure enough, in the southwest corner, Zong Ye found an inaccessible place. On the dark gray cloud steps, a temple stands majestically. In front of the hall, there are twelve fierce beast stone pillars, and there is no plaque hanging in front of the door.

Zong Ye stepped forward and gently pushed the door open.

Dust kicked up in the cold moonlight. Through the gaping crack in the door, the moonlight fell in little by little from outside the door, crawling along the black jade floor tiles into the dark depths.

Ancestral hall.

A place where all the portraits of the kings are kept.

There are also portraits of reigning kings.

The moonlight illuminates the depths of the ancestral hall. A chill also arose from the soles of Zong Ye's feet.

Zong Ye still thought too simply. He was holding on to a bit of luck. He thought he was just related to the man in the dream. He wanted to go to see the ancestral hall, look at the genealogy, and see which evil ghost was worshiped by the demon clan who was the one who stripped the Bailuo spirit bead.

However, this ancestral hall is very cold and simple. Except for the small portrait of the Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty hanging on the left. There is only one portrait in the whole hall.

Hanging in the middle of the temple, a portrait of himself!

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