More than 700 years ago, a giant dragon appeared in Huaman Village, rescued the monk and painter Chen Rong of Lin Yin Temple, the whole country was shocked, the monarch at that time for immortality, listen to slander, after learning about Long Yuan, forced the monk and the painter to hand over Long Yuan, and forcibly detained them in the dungeon, poured poison on them, used to punish them, later, they were rescued by the abbot of Lin Yin Temple, fled to the sea, encountered wind and waves on the way, unfortunately died in distress. ”

"Jie Ji ......"

Hearing this, Chen Rong suddenly lowered his head and let out a weird sneer, "Dead, who is the deceased? Why have hundreds of years passed, I have never died or died, and a pair of mutated demons have to retreat when they see it? Mr. Ye, maybe you can unravel this answer for me, right?"

"The resentment of Hua Mancun penetrated into your body the moment the barrier broke. ”

What the?!

Chen Rong's expression was shocked, "It's not Long Yuan?, I became like this, not because of Long Yuan?!"

Ye Ding smiled and said, "There is only one Long Yuan." ”

Chen Rong's eyes widened suddenly, and the two blue glass beads seemed to be about to fall off his face at any moment.

"Original...... It turns out that I am struggling to breathe because...... Resentment? Hahaha, it turned out to be resentment...... No wonder, no wonder I became this picture of no human being, no ghost or ghost, it turned out to be resentment...... No wonder, no wonder the one in Trench Hell took me in...... It turned out to be resentment......"

He muttered to himself, as if he had suddenly been stunned, and paced back and forth in place without stopping, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes looking up to the sky and laughing.

Taking advantage of this world, I hurriedly turned around and faced Ye Dingxi.

"It's ...... Mine?"

In my palm, the small red stone I am holding is the relics that Ye Dingxi handed over to me as a token of love, and I still remember that he once said that hundreds of years ago, there was a white dragon of the gods, who saved a monk, and left this relic after his death.

"Yes. Ye Dingxi replied.

"However, you said that the god white dragon, but in my dream I am a red dragon......"

Ye Dingxi smiled and said: "This allusion, I got it based on the records that exist in the Six Realms, perhaps, the monk at the beginning didn't want future generations to know the true appearance of the dragon, so he lied." ”

"Lying?" I frowned, "Monks can lie too?"

"How not?"

Ye Dingxi's smile became more and more strange, "The history you know is only what others want you to know." ”

When I heard this, I knew that this guy was saying something difficult again, and I vaguely felt that he was still hiding something from me, but the time was not right now, and I didn't want to ask any further.

Still, there's one question that I'm desperate to know.

"Master Ben Wu, what does it have to do with you?"

"Past and present lives. ”

He was quick to answer.

This is the same as the conjecture in my dream, there is a strange resemblance between Ben Wu and him, and it is really impossible to explain this connection unless in a past life and this life.

Seeing that I didn't ask any more, Ye Dingxi quietly took my hand and looked at Chen Rong again.

"Mr. Chen, Dongtian has completed your mission and retrieved the ebony, now it's time for you to fulfill your promise and tell us the location of the hell in the trench, right?"

Chen Rong's feet were stunned.

The blue eyes shimmer with the sparkling waves that only shine when the sun shines on the sea.

"Trench hell, are you really going?" he said in a serious tone.

Naturally, I nodded.

"Of course, otherwise I'd have to go to the seaweed to find you ebony, would I worship your paintings?"

As a ghost, I haven't seen any literary painters, anyway, it's all cold and cold, and when I go to the underworld, everyone is the same, not to mention, there are a few painters who still love to paint the ghosts of the underworld, and for this reason, they still hold the thigh of the old Hades and refuse to be reincarnated.

Chen Rong was choked by my words, rolled his eyes, as if he didn't mention it in one breath, pursed his lips vigorously, and then continued:

"Okay, if you want to go to Trench Hell, I won't stop you, but...... You can't go to that place with your ability, you have to use a tool. ”

"Please also ask Mr. Chen to make it clear. Ye Dingxi said.

Chen Rong's eyes flashed, "If you want to make that tool, the materials are all in the city, and you have to find a few guys who don't do their jobs all day long in exchange, but that place, I don't need to introduce it, presumably Mr. Ye also knows that it is not so easy to achieve what he wants." ”

When he heard the words Exile City, Ye Dingxi's eyebrows tightened.

It was as if he really knew this place, and it made him feel embarrassed.

"If we don't want that tool, won't we go to hell in the trench?" Zhu Yan also frowned.

Chen Rong suddenly hooked his chin, his hands attached to his back, and he had a strange and smug posture, "It's true."

Without that tool, you wouldn't even be able to find the entrance to the hell of the trench. ”

"Auntie......"

Seventeen stepped forward and tugged at my sleeve, "If it's difficult, let's not go, Seventeen is willing to go to the ...... of being imprisoned in the Infernal Hell for eternity."

"You stupid boy. ”

The sourness in my heart rose again, and I raised my head and said to Ye Dingxi: "Exile City, is it a terrible place?"

The six worlds of heaven and earth all say that the underworld is terrible.

In particular, people in the world are most afraid of death, and most of the ghosts who set foot on the Huangquan Road in the past wept bitterly, but I have lived in the underworld for 600 years, but I don't feel that there is anything to fear about it at all.

Probably, the source of human fear of death is not the underworld, but the unknown.

Now, Exile City is also an unknown place for me, so I will have an empty heart in my heart, for fear of hearing some terrible words from Ye Dingxi's mouth.

Unexpectedly, he just thought for a moment, and then looked at me and smiled faintly.

"It's okay, I'll take you. ”

......

When I left Chen Rong's cave, Ye Dingxi and I walked at the back, and when I was about to leave the entrance of the cave, I suddenly saw a pair of long silk hanging on the left wall of the cave door.

On the picture, there is a woman stroking the piano under the bamboo forest, a pair of willow eyebrows are more beautiful than the fallen leaves fluttering behind her, and her eyes are full of affection, looking at the person outside the painting.

"Cuicui......

I subconsciously called out a name.

Behind him, Chen Rong's figure stiffened, "Have you seen her?"

I didn't look back, just looked sideways and replied: "No, it's just that when I save you, I always hear you muttering this name, and I heard the proprietress of the flower building say that she has been waiting for you for a long time and has a miscarriage...... Nor was she intended. ”

"Let's go. Beside me, Ye Dingxi gently put his arm on my shoulder.

I nodded, and was about to leave the cave side by side with him, but I heard Chen Rong's hoarse voice coming from behind.

"A word of advice for you. ”

"Mr. Chen, please speak. ”

Ye Dingxi took me and stopped again.

Chen Rong said slowly: "If you really have the chance to make that tool, be careful not to break it, otherwise even if you enter the trench hell, you will be trapped in it and never come out again." ”