"Yes, I'm back." Ying Qi was a little suspicious, but he still bowed slightly.

Qin Yiqiang endured the wetness in his eyes and smiled: "I thought that I would never see you again in this life." ”

Ying Qi pretended to be troubled, so he asked, "In the past few months since I was away, what happened to Guoqing Temple?" Where have all the people gone? ”

Qin Yi's expression was a little strange, he raised his eyes and looked at Ying Qi, and stopped talking.

This made Ju Qi even more suspicious, and she hurriedly asked, "Are you talking!" ”

Qin Yi pursed his thin lips and said after a moment: "The monk of Guoqing Temple, isn't it you who killed him?" ”

He looked at Ying Qi's eyebrows and frowned, and the bottom of his eyes gradually became cold, and he couldn't help but ask tentatively, "You, don't you remember?" ”

Ying Qi faintly felt that some thoughts were fleeting: "How long has it been since you ascended the throne?" ”

"It's been ten years."

Decade! She slept for so long?

No, it's not right, it's not going to be normal!

"Where's Xuanjing?" Xuanjing Dao is on par with her, so she won't die!

When Qin Yi heard the word Xuanjing, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he still answered her words: "When Xuanjing was in retreat in Guilushan, you washed the Guoqing Temple with blood, slaughtered all the monks, and finally burned down the temple. After Xuanjing got out, he looked for you everywhere. ”

"Has anyone ever seen me?"

Qin Yi bowed slightly: "All the pilgrims who went to offer incense saw it with their own eyes. ”

Seeing that Ying Qi was deep in thought, he thought about it and asked, "Shuli, the person who washed the Guoqing Temple in blood, shouldn't it be you?" ”

It's not a question, it's just an affirmative statement of one thing, so unreserved trust.

Ying Qi lowered his eyes and looked at the jade that turned black on the ring at some point, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a touch of sneer, but he didn't expect that the person who chose to believe in himself without hesitation turned out to be Qin Yi.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore." Mu Qi's eyes were full of mockery, and he spoke lightly.

She suddenly remembered that in the original world, whether she was in the demon or not, did anyone really care? No, they have decided what they have in their hearts, and they will not accept any other truth.

This plane really exhausted her physically and mentally.

She smiled a little weakly: "Thank you, Qin Yi." ”

Seeing that she was leaving, Qin Yi called out to her, "Shuli, I don't know where you came from, but Xuanjing is looking for you everywhere now, Xuanjing is a profound cultivator, and it is relatively safe for you to stay in the palace." "Besides, Xuanjing hates her very much now, and he may have hope.

"No, I still have a lot of work to do." Ying Qi lightly rejected him and left.

Qin Yi watched her disappear into the hall, her eyes were full of bitterness, what she couldn't get, she never got it, even if it was like this now, she wouldn't stay by his side.

When Ju Qi came out of the palace, he was a little depressed.

She is not afraid of the long road ahead, but even he doesn't believe in her anymore, she can't think of the meaning of her efforts, just for the soul? However, since Song Yiliang's plane, she firmly believes that they are all flesh-and-blood and emotional individuals, not simple targets, and she doesn't want to become a puppet who only gets the soul for revenge, so what is the difference between her and the self-interested Chang Li?

She is willing to live seriously in these planes, and every world is a beautiful memory.

But now, she retreated.

Wandering, wandering endlessly, when she reacted, she had already arrived at Guoqing Temple.

She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, but still entered the temple,

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the whole earth, and the sky was more and more intoxicating by the golden glow, and she sat on the high platform where Xuanjing used to preach, shaking her legs for a while.

There was silence in all directions, and the only thing left in my ears was the rustle of the wind blowing through the treetops.

She remembered that Xuanjing had said more than once that she would let her look for him again in the next life, and he also had her in his heart, but he didn't believe her.

The belief in his heart made him have an impression of the demon in this life, even if she was indeed different in his heart, there was more than a forgotten memory of the past life and this life between them, and the different paths of the Buddha and the demon were the biggest gap.

Thinking of this, she slowly lowered her eyes and quietly stared at the ring on her hand.

She gave up.

How could she change a person whose heart was full of Buddha and full of paranoia about demons.

It's just a grasshopper shaking a tree.

The fingertips gently opened the dark grid on the ring, and soon, Lu Xin's faint voice came through the ring, "What's the matter?" ”

"I gave up."

There was silence at the end, and for a moment, Lu Xin's phantom suddenly appeared in front of her, "Why?" ”

"I can't match his faith." Maki Qiyun opened his mouth lightly.

Lu Xin was silent for a long time before saying, "Whatever you want." ”

There was no emotion in his voice: "Actually, if you were just for the sake of the spirit, you wouldn't have called me over now." ”

Ju Qi's eyes were stunned, Lu Xin's words broke her mind, she took Xuanjing seriously, so she felt frustrated, if she was just for the soul, she could blindly cater to Xuanjing, but in that case, she would not be her.

"Since you've done so much, you still choose to give up in the end?" Lu Xin said lightly.

Ying Qi didn't speak, his eyes just stared at the black jade on the ring.

Lu Xin's phantom disappeared suddenly, and his voice echoed in the air: "If you insist, just call me again tomorrow." ”

In the end, she didn't look for Lu Xin again, she pondered all night, sat on the high platform from dusk to moonrise, and waited from night to dawn, when the first rays of morning light in the east pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on her face, she figured it out.

His fingertips gently rubbed the jade on the ring, and he whispered softly, "Xuanjing, if I am injured, will you feel distressed?" ”

She turned the entire Guoqing Temple, although it was destroyed by a fire, but the remaining ruins can still be seen mottled bloodstains, and the air seems to be filled with the strong smell of blood of the year, although it was buried by time, but it is still silently telling the tragic situation of the year.

Maki Qi seems to smell a breath of his own in this ruin, how can it be?

She raised her hand and covered the entire Guoqing Temple with spiritual power, and within a moment, a hosta slowly rose from the ruins, flew straight towards Ju Qi, and finally landed in her palm.

"Frost hairpin?"

She pinched the hosta tightly in her fingers and muttered.

Suddenly, she suddenly inserted the hosta into her hair, and her hands suddenly gathered a huge aura, and in a moment, countless shimmers of light rose from all directions of the temple, and these shimmers gradually formed a crystal clear water ball under the impetus of the aura.

Ying Qi laughed loudly, his laughter was sarcastic, and his eyes were full of desolation: "Lingering, it's you!" ”

It's just that she was defenseless, it turned out that when she went back to Qingcheng Mountain before, she felt that it was not an illusion that someone had come, she was just checking to see if there was a strange atmosphere, but the tender yellow feathers in the house were ignored by her.

The people who are most familiar with them are the ones who are most likely to be ignored.