"Shen Qingjun, Shen Qingjun, Shen Qingjun......" Xuan Yi repeated her name several times, her face did not change, she was calm and unfazed. It's as if I haven't thought of her for a long time, and I need to think about it carefully before I can find her appearance from the memories.

His face was pale, and his lips were pale. Jingdu, who is good at medicine, leaned over and looked at it, "Sweating, cold limbs." The eyes are cloudy, and the beads are spinning. I'm afraid it's a lack of qi and blood. It should be fine. ”

Shi Jian nodded, and he walked up briskly with Shen Qingjun in his arms, and more than a dozen monks followed.

Only Xuanyi was still standing in front of the temple gate, looking at the closed door, and it seemed that he had not come back to his senses.

"Xuanyi, good boy. Aren't you going to take a look at her?" Seeing that Xuanyi didn't follow, he returned to his side to see his reaction.

"Abbot, I ......" Xuan Yi was silent, not speechless.

"Go with your heart. I don't want to frame you, and Garan won't frame you. From now on, this is no longer your cage. He patted his chest and clasped his palms together, "Listen to your own heart! ”

"For what?" asked Xuanyi, his eyes empty.

Shi Jian put Shen Qingjun on the bunk, he quickly folded several futons together with his hands and feet, and when he touched it, it seemed to be soft enough, before he picked up Shen Qingjun again and let her lie on it.

"Jingdu, take a closer look. If I need any herbs, I'll buy them now. ”

When Jingdu heard this, he said, "Girl, how offended. He put one hand on Shen Qingjun's wrist and took the pulse.

"How?" Everyone looked at Jingdu's face, and they were afraid that something bad was going to happen.

"The pulse is so vague that I can barely feel it. Jingdu frowned, with many doubts in his eyes, "It's really strange." I've never seen a pulse like this. ”

"How to cure it?" Shi Jian was only concerned with this matter.

Jing Du didn't say a word, and put his hand on Shen Qingjun's neck again, just when his hand was groping around Shen Qingjun's neck, looking for something, he unexpectedly found a strange place, "What is this wound?"

Shi Jian cast his gaze, and when he looked at it, he looked away in surprise and looked at him with Bianzhen.

"Senior Uncle Jingdu, Shen Qingjun...... Miss Shen, what's wrong with her?" Xuan Yi didn't know when he had come here, and when he saw everyone's solemn faces, he couldn't help but ask.

"Miss Shen, she ...... I'm afraid I'll be bitten by Yaksha again. Shi Jian tore Shen Qingjun's collar a little and pointed to the tooth mark.

"Nakshatra...... Yaksha, the evil ghost who took his life. She was bitten, she needs blood as medicine, and blood as medicine......" Xuanyi spoke very quickly, but his eyelids drooped, and his gaze was cast on the gray ground.

"Last time, she drank my blood and got better, and she drank my blood and got better. Xuanyi muttered to himself, his eyelashes trembling, "But she's not worth it, she's not worth it." She lied to me, lied to me, she was not worth it, she was not worth it. ”

Xuanyi shook his head frantically, took a few steps back, and his voice was hoarse.

"Xuanyi, Xuanyi......" At this moment, Shen Qingjun on the bunk shed tears, and the water beads slid down his face, wetting the dark futon, as if dyed with black ink. The wetness is gone, and the dream does not stop for a long time. She frowned, tapped her fingers, and called only his name from beginning to end.

For a moment, the crowd was silent. Several people who were not involved in the old affairs of Chang'an also suddenly understood that the demon who occupied Xuanyi's heart turned out to be "Shen Qingjun".

The child who has been deeply rooted in wisdom since he was a child, has only cared about gods and Buddhas since he was a child, but once he is contaminated with the word "love", he will be stained with his bones.

The morning is red, and the evening has become a demon.

Love, hate, hatred, greed, fear, suspicion, this mundane and mundane feelings, wrapped around his heart, and he couldn't be separated, which caused him to become like this.

What a sin!

"Xuanyi, Xuanyi...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Shen Qingjun didn't wake up, but he seemed to sense his breath, called his name, and said "I'm sorry" to him several times.

"You're not worth it, you're not worth it...... Xuanyi clenched his hands into fists, his bright red eyes turned around in his sockets, and he took a step, not towards Shen Qingjun, but towards the wooden door.

Genichi is gone.

Shi Jian and Wei Zhen looked at each other, the two of them sighed, and only said to Jingdu: "The blood used as a medicine guide, I will take care of it." You go and prepare the other herbs......"

Before he could finish speaking, a fishy smell came from the crack in the window, through the open door.

The blood was permeated, so that everyone couldn't help frowning and covering their noses.

Shi Jian only froze for a moment, and then immediately rushed out of the door. Running towards the fleshy place, straight and without hesitation.

In front of it is the Buddhist hall where Xuanyi was imprisoned.

Frightened, he pushed open the door, and the hall with its windows covered with wooden planks had no light, and all the light only came in from behind the door he had pushed open.

First it was pitch black, then there were two red lights.

The smell of blood filled the sky, turning into an invisible hand that grabbed Shi Jian's throat. It's almost breathless.

Shi Jian swallowed his saliva, coughed a few times, and said softly, "Xuanyi, good boy, you ......"

"Uncle Shijian, she's not worth it, she's not worth ......," Xuan Yi repeated this sentence.

Bianzhen and several monks also came, and one of them walked in and took a picture with a red candle.

And the people could see it clearly.

Xuanyi was sitting against the wall at this time, with a large bowl around his feet. Each bowl was filled with blood, and there were seven large bowls.

His white monk's robe was stained red with uncondensed blood, and red plums bloomed.

The scarred skin on his hand had broken a long gash that almost pierced one of his arms. The sleeves were rolled up to the shoulders, and the scar snaked to the shoulders, which was terrifying.

"She's not worth it, she's not worth ......it," Xuanyi said, tears streaming from his eyes.

The crowd was speechless, and they all held their breath in astonishment.

"Uncle Shijian, why am I still reluctant?" Xuanyi's lips turned white, and he closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, "So much blood, it should be enough." ”

Shi Jian's throat ached and sour, "Enough, Xuanyi, enough." Good boy, let Uncle Jingdu send the blood to Miss Shen, and I will bandage you. ”

Xuan Yi didn't answer.

Jingdu and several monks carefully took away the seven bowls of blood with a bowl in each hand.

It's like taking away Xuanyi's heart's blood.

Shi Jian brought a clean white cloth and medicine to treat Xuanyi's wounds, this look, as if after the night when the evil ghost took his life, when Xuanyi was born with a demon, he filled a bowl of blood for Shen Qingjun every day, and at that time, he also had to bandage Xuanyi's wounds every day.

The child did not listen to persuasion, and his temper was stubborn. The wound in that place was repeated, and the flesh was rotten. But most of his daily blood was thrown to the ground by the debate.

"Uncle Shijian, she's not worth ......" Xuanyi obediently let Shijian bandage, sometimes saying, "She's not worth it", sometimes saying, "But I'm reluctant", and the most said was, "I hurt so much!"

"Xuanyi, good boy, good boy......" Shi Jian also seemed to be enchanted, and only repeated this sentence.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors