After Su Zhen washed up briefly, Kazuki lay on the bed, tiredness hit, and before she fell asleep, there was a burning sensation on her wrist.

This time she reacted quickly, and pulled it down in time and threw it on the ground, the dark yellow light flashed, and Yin Shen flew into the bed curtain, floating in the air.

Su Zhen covered her head with a quilt, but was forcibly hooked by Yin Shen with a ginseng beard.

"Ouch, big brother, what the hell are you going to do?!" Su Zhen said helplessly, "Why is it like Yu Ziye, who always likes to disturb other people's sleep?" ”

"Why do you want to be so good to Xiao Chuhong?"

"Because I'm sick, right?" Su Zhen spread her hands and raised her eyebrows, "Besides, if you follow me, it means that you are the same, so the two of us are sympathetic to each other, and we live and die together!" ”

"No, your physique is better than ordinary people, and you won't get sick easily."

Su Zhen felt the thunder rolling over her head, looked directly at his serious eyes, rolled her eyes, suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, and wondered, "Hey, in fact, I don't know, I always feel that I owe him something." By the way, there is also that Xun, I'll ask when they're done with their housework. ”

"Your Naxun is an ancient Guxun, which has been inherited for at least more than 100,000 years."

When Su Zhen heard this, she was immediately aroused, and her sleepiness disappeared, "100,000 years? But why can't I feel the spiritual power at all? How did it end up in the Xiao family? ”

"According to rumors, there was a Xun in ancient times, named Jinxuan, born from heaven and earth, specializing in defeating demons."

Su Zhen's smile gradually disappeared, and she chewed the word 'Jinxuan' repeatedly, as if she had heard it somewhere?

"Look at your strange expression, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's a coincidence, the weapon I used in my previous life was also a Xun, but it broke in a big battle and can't be repaired." Su Zhen's tone was regretful.

"Past life?"

Su Hao sighed and said, "Yes, I used to be a demon master, my name is Jinse, and my name is light strings. ”

She had no mother in her previous life, and only her father raised her to the age of Ji Lu, leaving a letter, and then disappeared.

'The moon is light and cold, Gu Huanian, Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason. The flowers are falling, the clouds are boundless, and the sound of the evening drum and morning bell is cool. ’

“......”

"Is there something wrong?"

"The owner of Jinxuan, whose name is Jinse, is also a woman."

"Such a coincidence? What else do you know? ”

"These are all things that Lichen told me, and I don't know anything else."

"Speechless! Then you talk so much to me, go out, go out, find your house Mosheng, I want to rest. ”

“......”

Waiting for Yin Zhen to fly away as a streamer, Su Zhen covered her head with the quilt, but found that she couldn't sleep anyway.

Jin Xuan?

'Jin'er, this Xun name is called Jinxuan, and it is a thing that the two of us are in love. ’

A man's voice inexplicably appeared in his mind, and Su Hao rubbed his arm, and couldn't help but have an incredible thought.

Could this Xun really be a gift from the dust? The woman who had a bad relationship with him was her?! And most importantly, she has been dead for 100,000 years?

"Looks like he's really sick! Never mind! Go to bed! ”

“......”

There was silence in the air for a long time, the quilt was lifted again, Su Zhen wanted to cry without tears, and couldn't sleep!

......

The next day, the city of Kyoto was noisy again, and the people stood on both sides of the street, praying for the deceased Xiao Mohan.

There were not many people in the Xiao clan, but the long procession of sending spirits stretched from the front of the General's Mansion to several miles outside the gate of Kyoto. It was crowded, but it was very quiet, and there was no noise.

The little servant in the general's mansion pushed Xiao Mohan forward, his eyes were red, and he barely held back his tears.

Master Qingxiao led a group of monks, chanted scriptures, overtook the dead, and sent Xiao Mohan on the road.

It had just been raining in the morning, and the ground was slightly damp. When they marched to Heqian Street, a vague sound suddenly sounded, and it clearly reached everyone's ears. Combined with the sound of chanting lingering in my heart, the sad emotions gradually calmed down.

Master Miao, who understood the meaning of the song, knew that this song was adapted from Buddhist scriptures, which means to transcend the dead soul, so that they can be liberated and no longer bound to the earthly world.

Although there are no words, you can still feel his awe for the dead.