A man who is now fifty years old now has red eyes, and he feels helpless about his powerlessness.

Several wisps of candlelight shine through the hat, reflecting some warm colors on the snow-white side face, and the eyelashes trembled lightly, as if crossing a layer of gold.

"Master Yue, I'm here, I'll cure the little boy."

The voice is as cold as a person, like a jade shattering, knocking on people's hearts word by word.

Yue Meng Master was instantly relieved, he originally wanted to say something more, but Jing Chen's wrist was grabbed by others, and Yue Meng Master was forced to let go of the fingers that grabbed the monk's arm.

Jingchen looked at the little fox indifferently, and the breeze blew slightly, revealing those eyes, as if they were soaked in water, rippling: "When?" ”

The little fox bit his lip and clenched the delicate white skin under his palm, not even daring to push too hard, for fear of leaving a red mark.

"Clean dust, clean dust, I'm hungry."

His voice was clear and crisp, which made the Yue League Master notice that the person who had been following Wen Xi'en was obviously a merry and frivolous image, even if he was wearing ordinary cloth clothes, it did not hide his handsome appearance at all, but his eyes were as clean as spring water, giving people a simple and kind appearance.

However, it made the Yue League Master feel a little weird, he always felt that this young man looked a little familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

I couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Who is this son?" ”

Ke Changqing doesn't like this middle-aged man, he likes to hold Jingchen's arm from the beginning, and he is not a good person at first glance.

Ke Changqing hid behind Jingchen, unwilling to see this person.

For Ke Changqing's rude behavior, the leader of the Yue Alliance was not annoyed, but just smiled.

Or Wen Xien resolved the embarrassment," he ...... Relatively shy. ”

It was already very late, and the Yue League Lord arranged a wing room to let Wen Xien rest first, and the matter would come tomorrow.

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The hall was dark and silent, and there were candlesticks, incense burners, case stones, and books at the door......

The servant stepped on a round grunting scroll, slipped under his feet, and fell to his knees with a "plop" on the ground, knocking his head loudly, and almost fainting on the spot.

"Young master, young master, the master is here......" He couldn't speak, a strong wind whistled in his ears, and a glass cup exploded into countless crystal fragments around him, so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.

The gauze-clad boy touched things wildly, and the crown on his head crackled because of his violent movements, like a beaded curtain that had been disturbed.

He lifted an inkstone and smashed it at the kneeling man in front of him, and the ink splattered like a burst of anger.

I only heard him shouting and scolding: "Give me all out!" No, no, no! If you want me to say it a few times, I won't see anyone! It's all gods! Pretend to be a ghost! ”

The servant sweated like rain, trembling and kneeling on the ground, "The young master is real this time, he is the master of dust purification from Yonghe'an, he will definitely be able to cure the young master!" ”

However, these words did not calm the boy down, but made him more impatient, and the vase worth a thousand gold was waved to the ground, accompanied by the boy's roar.

Just when the servant didn't know what to do, a white figure walked in, a peerless graceful face, the eyebrows and eyes, like the moonlight gently pushing away the clouds, bright and beautiful, and the blush at the end of the eyes was like a hook, seductive.

The pale pupils are sad and joyless, wearing a snow-white robe, and the eyebrows and eyes are compassionate and indifferent, but they make people look in a trance.

This monk gave birth to ...... It seems to be too good-looking, the servant has never seen such a good-looking monk, and he has never even seen such a good-looking person.

She came in the sunshine, as if she had come down from the altar and came to the world, contaminated with red dust.

The boy seemed to hear another footstep, and the tips of his ears moved, he seemed to dislike the living, the windows in the hall were tightly closed, only the door was open, and he was in the dark, and retreated in a panic.

"Get out, get out, get me out!"

His voice became harsh, and he ducked into a corner, where he hugged himself tightly, as if he had fallen into some nightmare.

Wen Xien let the servant out, and closed the door by the way, the only light source was cut off, and the whole hall was plunged into darkness.

She walked gently to the young man's side, the dark shadow on the ground trembled, Wen Xien squatted down, and the two of them were half an arm's length apart.

When I got closer, I heard the boy mutter, "Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

He hugged himself tightly, and he didn't have the violent and crazy appearance just now.

"Son-in-law, don't be afraid."

Jingchen's voice is very good, like a pleasant sound when the glass collides, which makes people want to listen to more words for a short time, but it is also beautiful and makes people can't help but imagine the beautiful beauty of the glass when it is broken.

But it seemed to stimulate the young man, and he shrank in the corner where he became more and more restless, and his body trembled even more.

The Buddha beads strung on his fingers flashed slightly, Wen Xien raised his hand to touch the young man's head, and halfway through it, he was grabbed by the young man's hands violently, he grabbed it tightly, his nails were sunk into Wen Xien's flesh, and the young man's breathing became more and more rapid and chaotic.

In the darkness, Wen Xien felt a pain in her arm, and the young man bit her arm, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The light of the Buddhist beads in his hand became brighter and brighter, and Wen Xien closed his eyes and read the dry and difficult words.

A cloud of black mist floated out of the boy's shadow, and the black mist enveloped both of them, and the Buddha beads emitted a brilliant light, and the black mist slowly became more and more shallow, until it disappeared.

As the black mist disappeared, Wen Xien could feel the boy's teeth slowly loosen, and she hugged the unconscious boy and helped him to the bed.

Wen Xien opened the windows around the hall, and the sunlight shone in, and the dark aura disappeared in an instant.

She glanced back at the boy on the bed and walked out.

The Yue Alliance Master was guarding outside the door, and as soon as he saw Wen Xien come out, he asked nervously, "Master Jingchen, is he okay with the dog?" ”

Wen Xien shook his head and lowered his eyes slightly, "Gongzi Yue just provoked something unclean, and now it's okay to be taken in." ”

The Yue League Master, who had been hanging his heart, finally breathed a sigh of relief, just showed a relaxed smile, and he didn't know what to think of and put it away, and asked hesitantly, "Then are my son's eyes still cured?" ”

The young monk's skin was pale to the point of transparency, and his pale lips were lightly pursed.

"The abbot asked me to come over, first, for the evil ghosts of Yue's mansion, and secondly, for the eyes of my son-in-law."

Lord Yue hurriedly saluted, thinking that his son was originally the pride of the sky, but now he has become like this, no one is a ghost, no ghost.

(End of chapter)