He Baobao thought slowly, she remembered that she had touched the string of Buddhist beads before she saw the illusory scene just now, but she was not very sure, so she had to touch it again and try it.

"That's what you're talking about?"

Yin Ji'an smiled, glanced at the beads on his wrist, took them off and handed them to her.

"This is just a Buddha bead, if you like to make one for you another day, it can be regarded as a return to your bundle."

He didn't hesitate in his movements, as if the beads were really just a string of ordinary beads.

He Baobao looked at it seriously, the particles were full, as dark and smooth as obsidian, and there were no special lines on it.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, the cold jade texture, but there was no picture flashing in my mind.

He Baobao was puzzled: "Could it be her delusion?" ”

Or maybe you accidentally triggered some hidden plot?

"But what's the problem?" Yin Ji'an's voice came from his ears, which suddenly interrupted He Baobao's train of thought.

She came back to her senses and obediently returned the Buddha beads to him: "It's just a little comfortable to touch." ”

Yin Ji'an calmly put the Buddha beads on his hand: "This black bead is not suitable for you, I will make you a better color another day." ”

"Then thank you, sir." He Baobao did not refuse.

She kept thinking about what happened just now: "Just now we mentioned that the Huasang monarch was killed by the pit, so where did he fall?" ”

He Baobao thought that Yin Ji'an would know, but he shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know about this." ”

"Maybe it's somewhere unknown~" He sighed faintly.

"Then did the ancient country of Huasang fall due to a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?" Or both.

He Baobao saw that although there was no one in the snowy mountain, thousands of sharp arrows were shot down, and it was definitely a long-planned poison killing.

"At such a young age, why are there so many problems?"

That look of digging into the end made Yin Ji'an laugh, and he stretched out his hand and tapped her head: "The ancient kingdom of Huasang has been eliminated for thousands of years, and the cause and effect of it have long ceased to exist, so it is not easy for future generations to want to find out." ”

"Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, how much will future generations know." Saying that, he got up leisurely, put his hands behind his back, looked at the gauze curtain blown by the wind, and said lightly: "All mouths are golden, true and false, all in the mouths of everyone." ”

If you think it's true, it's true, and if you think it's false, it's false.

He Baobao supported his side face, looked up at him, against the light, his posture was long, but there was a temperament that she couldn't understand.

This made He Baobao's heart a little unspeakable, and subconsciously told her that she shouldn't ask anymore.

"What else do you have to ask?" Just as he was about to swallow the words that came to his mouth, Yin Ji'an suddenly turned around and asked her.

He Baobao couldn't help but say more: "Since the ancient kingdom of Huasang has disappeared for many years, it stands to reason that no one should remember it, but this time the statue of the monarch was suddenly enshrined in the human world, and it was filled with incense in the human world. What is his purpose? ”

This tone was very adult-like, so that Yin Ji'an couldn't help but glance at her more, hooked his lips and smiled: "Sometimes I suspect that you shouldn't be a child of a few years, you talk like a word, the logic is clear, and ordinary children can't reach this level." ”

Even if she is a prodigy in the human world, at her age, she should be babbling, and when she is carefree, how could she have thought so much like her.

"The children of the Demon Palace are not ordinary people." He Baobao winked at him and said slyly.

Yin Ji settled down and smiled, and felt that it was very reasonable: "The people taught by Lord Demon Venerable should be different from ordinary people. ”

If it is too sparse and ordinary, it will lead to suspicion.

The smile in his eyes narrowed: "No matter who did it, the Si people have passed away, and they don't want to resurrect people." ”

"As for his purpose, maybe he just wanted to honor that man."

He Baobao continued to take small sips of milk, and said thoughtfully: "If that's the case, who would it be?" ”

If you just want to commemorate the Huasang monarch, why bother to spread rumors about him from Dongying thousands of miles away, or even let him accept descendants to worship, that person can find a place at will.

And it was very coincidental that the location was set in a place that once belonged to the ancient country of Huasan, which feels wrong when you think about it.

"Sir, do you think the person who set up the temple has something to do with the Huasang Sovereign?" He Baobao said what she thought uncertainly.

Yin Ji'an's originally calm and calm figure stiffened for a moment, and then he put his light brown eyes on He Baobao and asked, "How do you say that, what did you think of?" ”

This little milk baby has a delicate mind and a flexible mind, and can infer a lot of speculation just by knocking on the side, and is a person with great wisdom, if he cultivates it well, he is afraid that the future will be immeasurable.

"The monarch of Nahuasang has been an ancient man for many years, and those who can still remember him to this day will definitely not be anyone else except those who are related to him."

He Baobao opened his big eyes, learned the meaning of the big devil on weekdays, and said quietly: "You say, could that person be a descendant of the Huasang monarch?" ”

Even if he is not a descendant, he should be a royal prince and nobleman who had a relationship with the monarch at that time, and a famous prince and general.

"Bang-"

Yin Ji'an sat back on the futon at some point, holding a cup of tea in his hand, when he heard the words, his hand suddenly loosened, and the tea cup suddenly fell to the ground, wetting his wide sleeves, along with the blanket under the futon.

He Baobao hurriedly stepped forward to check for him, but fortunately the tea was not hot, but warm, so it was not burned.

He Baobao took out a handkerchief and handed it to him: "Sir, wipe it quickly." ”

Coincidentally, what was taken out was the handkerchief embroidered with butterfly flowers that Tantai often threw to He Baobao, and the butterfly flowers were facing them, blooming beautifully.

Seeing the flower, Yin Ji'an paused obviously, his grip on the handkerchief was a little heavy, and the back of his pale hand was obviously bruised.

He wiped the remaining water stains from his wrist, then picked up the teacup: "Why do you think that?" ”

"Hey, hey, I'm just guessing." He Baobao touched his head with a smirk, but actually saw his reaction.

"I've seen a lot of books say that."

This is the advantage of having a script, if you can't find an explanation, you can push it to the script, after all, creation comes from reality.

Yin Ji'an smiled: "Although it is just random speculation, it is not impossible, but about the monarch's bloodline, there is no record in the ancient books, and the world does not know whether he has descendants." ”

After speaking, he pinched the handkerchief and thanked He Baobao: "Thank you for your handkerchief, now that I have soiled it, it seems a little rude to return it to you, it is better for me to give you an unused piece, and it will be exchanged with you." ”