Uncle?

Uncle......

The cold voice was stunned.

In his previous life, Chongjue was bad, and he didn't know where he learned his lewdness. The words are glamorous, and the bed always likes to force him to call him a messy strange name.

Su Hansheng is a little madman, he doesn't know anything about the world, so he doesn't feel ashamed at all, he is obedient and dissolute.

But now this well-behaved "uncle" ......

Wrong.

Chongjue's previous life was vicious and monstrous, heavy on lust and love to kill, he was simply a big devil born with evil, how could it be the world honored man of Mount Meru who was compassionate?!

Seeing that Su Hansheng was stunned and did not move, Xie Zhizhi coughed lightly.

Su Hansheng's thoughts were confused, and he was about to open his lips to speak, but he suddenly choked and coughed in a muffled voice.

"Ahem......"

Everyone looked at each other.

Su Hansheng was already unstable, and he was shocked twice by Chongjue in a row, coughing heartbreakingly, with a slight smell of blood in his throat, and almost coughed his soul into a ghost and floated out.

Xie Zhizhi frowned and supported him: "Young Monarch? ”

Su Hansheng coughed and his face was full of tears, his thin lips appeared sickly red, as if he was holding blood, and his amber eyes were covered with a layer of mist to look at Chongjue.

Chongjue's Moqing eyes were cold, like an immortal wandering away from the Three Realms.

Even if he coughed so much that his brain was even, he didn't see any reaction.

Su Hansheng had already cleaned up his chaotic thoughts, and bowed his head: "Uncle." ”

Chongjue finally lifted his eyelids and looked at him coldly, his slender five fingers like jade were gently raised, and a jade bell jumped into his palm, and was blown by a breeze and fell in front of Su Hansheng.

The cold voice was stunned.

Xu Nanzhi and Xie Zhizhi talked about how the world treated him when he was a child, but looking at Chongjue's current appearance, they didn't even want to say a word to him.

The cold coughing and dizzy brain struggled, and then realized what he had just done in the dense forest.

Buddha cultivates and purifies sentient beings......

Chongjue is afraid that he will treat him as a villain who wantonly kills people.

Thinking about it like this, Su Hansheng was even more aggrieved.

Obviously, in his previous life, Chongjue killed people like drinking water, and the corpses hanging on the dead trees outside the forbidden hall were all from him.

Now it's good, and the purity of all sentient beings has been returned.

Su Hansheng pursed his lips and spread his hands out, and the jade bell the size of the little knuckle fell into his palm, making a slight crisp sound.

"Thank you...... Uncle. ”

Chongjue's green eyes moved slightly, and he continued to drink tea with his eyes down.

Xie Zhizhi frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

Shizun has always been merciful, like a fairy in the clouds who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and has lived for a thousand years but only a few friends.

After the fall of Su Xuanlin, no one could help Shu Hansheng suppress the tarsal bones, and the bone fire tortured the six-year-old child to a fever for half a month.

Yesterday, Xie Zhizhi went to serve tea, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of a string of glazed Buddha beads placed in the lotus-patterned jade box on the side of Shizun, and two demon flower beeswax fell at the end.

It looks like it should be a birthday gift for the cold sound.

But now that they met, he didn't say a word, and even the birthday gift was replaced by a strange jade bell.

Xie Zhizhi can be in charge of the Great Ying Xu Sect, and his eyesight is very comparable, he pressed the doubts in his heart, and led the cold sound to the guest seat on the side to say a few words.

The man dressed in golden light didn't know which sect it was the sect master - Su Hansheng didn't remember, his face was full of admiration: "It's really a hero out of a young man, Hansheng has such a cultivation at a young age, he really follows Xuanlin Immortal Monarch." ”

Xie Zhizhi glanced at him coldly.

At the age of sixteen, he reached the Qi refining period, and he followed his dreams......

Isn't this a different way to scold Xuanlin Immortal Monarch?

The crowd didn't seem to hear it, but they were still complimenting.

"yes, he's really talented."

"I heard that the Wendao School Palace sent a list post to Shaojun, and when he heard the Daoist Festival in September this year, Shaojun will definitely be a blockbuster."

Su Hansheng sensed some clues, and probably guessed that these old foxes were not all Sumeru mustards who had been in the dark for a long time, but more like a look at the attitude of the world of Mount Meru towards the son of an old friend.

Chongjue treated him so coldly, and the heads of several major sects who had been complimenting Xie Zhizhi before seemed to be relieved.

Why rejoice?

Naturally, he felt that even if they were bold enough to make a move against Su Hansheng in the future, Shizun would not stand up for him.

The cold sound in his mind was like a spider's web, and he was even more annoyed with a group of people.

Xie Zhizhi said lightly: "It is rare for the young monarch to go out, take advantage of the birthday ceremony to go to the Dengming Temple to put a stick of incense on the immortal monarch." ”

The birthday ceremony was just a gimmick, and no one present dared to regard Su Hansheng as a junior, and forcibly asked him to smile and entertain guests in the former sect, and said one after another.

"Yes, that's how it should be."

Only then was he able to get out, and after walking out of the main hall, the god made the ghost to take a look back.

Chongjue is no longer in the main hall.

Only a cup of hot tea curls on the table.

Xu Nanzhi waited for a long time, and strode up to meet him: "Have you seen the World Venerable, is it as uncommon as rumored, and you want to take refuge in Buddhism at a glance?" ”

Cold: "......"

Su Hansheng looked at Xu Nanzhi faintly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Tsk, I'm really in the midst of blessings and don't know blessings." Xu Nanyu held up an umbrella for him, "Why did you come out so quickly?" ”

"Elder Xie asked me to go to the Dengming Temple to incense Xuanlin Immortal Monarch."

Xu Nanzhi has long been accustomed to him not calling Xuan Lin's father: "Then go?" ”

"Whoever loves to go, go." Su Hansheng was full of thoughts in his heart, and he was shocked again, and at this time, his heart was so stuffy that he wanted to vomit, and he said, "I want to go back to sleep." ”

Xu Nanzhi saw that his face was pale and sickly, frowned and touched his forehead, and immediately retracted his hand: "Are you going to have poisonous hair?" ”

Su Hansheng shook his head.

Tomorrow is poisonous, and today is just a precursor.

Xu Nanyu didn't care about anything immediately, and hurriedly took him back to Hanmanyuan to resist the wind, and as soon as he landed, he was busy telling Changkong to decoct the medicine.

I always felt that there was something in my throat that was blocked, and I couldn't spit it out, and I was so uncomfortable that I was terrible.

The jade bell given by Chongjue hung on the dead branch at the head of the bed, and the bell jingled when there was no wind.

It's obviously a crisp ringtone, but the more I listen to it, the more irritated I become.

The cold sound was like a splitting headache, but the broken picture kept flashing in front of him when he closed his eyes.

One will be the scene of Chongjue holding him from behind in his previous life, smiling low and teaching him how to strangle other people's necks, and the other will be the appearance of Shizun in white sitting on a high platform, staring at him coldly.

The black-clothed evil seed and the white-clothed Shizun alternately flashed through his mind.

Su Hansheng suddenly sat up, grabbed the jade bell, and threw it out hatefully.

"Shut up!"

Xu Nan came with the medicine, was almost hit, frowned, and said, "Who are you talking to?" ”

Su Hansheng's eyes were red, his soul almost floated out of this body, and the jade bell that was thrown out was still ringing, and he covered his ears: "It's so noisy, senior brother threw that jade bell out, I don't want to listen to it......"

Xu Nan didn't know why, so he flicked his fingers and threw the jade bell out of the window.

The cold sound is clear in my ears.

Xu Nanling stepped forward and handed over the medicine: "Drink it and then go to sleep." ”

Su Hansheng smelled the strong smell of medicine and almost vomited it, and threw himself into Xu Nanzhi's arms, pretending to be dead and didn't want to drink it.

Xu Nan tugged the ink hair on the back of his head and pulled it back, smiling and smiling: "Yesterday I said that I wanted to be good, but I can't pretend to be able to do it for a day?" ”

Su Hansheng had no choice but to reluctantly hold the medicine bowl bigger than his face and drink the hot medicine.

The elixir that inhibits the "tarsal bone" is indescribably bitter, and the cold sound and eyelashes are soaked with tears, but he still holds a clean bowl to show Xu Nanyu: "Senior brother, look, I'm done drinking." ”

Xu Nanyu couldn't help laughing, but after laughing, he felt inexplicably sad.

Out of nowhere, he pinched a piece of dried apricots and stuffed it into Su Hansheng's mouth, and rarely softened his tone: "Sleep, senior brother is here." ”

Su Hansheng nodded meekly and lay back.

Xu Nanlian tore down several layers of blackout bed curtains layer by layer, staring at the coffin-like bed, his eyes slowly sank.

-- It is necessary to find a way to relieve tarsal bone poison as soon as possible.

It is rumored that there seems to be a plant of ember grass growing in the thirteenth layer of the secret realm of the Dao Sacrifice, and if it is collected, it may be able to suppress the tarsal bone for a short time.

***

The cold sound curled up in the narrow and dim room and slept in the dark, what is rare is that this dream is not an overwhelming headless ghost, but a beautiful spring dream like a floating light.

In the dream, it is the extravagant forbidden temple of the Infernal Hell.

Someone held his slender ankles, leaned forward and grabbed his neck fiercely, and the accompanying trees were like ghost withered vines with teeth and claws entrenched outside the hall, trembling violently, turning over the river and the sea.

The cold sound is muddy, and the nightmare is in desire. The sea was rising and falling, and suddenly a low hoarse voice sounded in my ears.

"Call me."

Su Han's voice was muddy, and he didn't want to say: "Chongjue." ”

There have been too many times that if he hesitates, the man holding his neck can torture him three times in one night.

Chongjue laughed in a low voice: "That's not right. ”

Su Hansheng's face was full of tears, and he opened his misty amber eyes in confusion to look at him: "What, what? ”

Chongjue's black thickness covering his eyes has been removed-Su Hansheng disgusted that he will affect his interest wearing that thing, and the strange white pupils are like snow on the top of the mountain, but they are full of covetous desire. thoughts, and a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Call Me ......"

The man leaned over and gently kissed the tail of his tearful eyes, chuckled and spit out two words.

"Uncle."

"Ah——!h

Su Hansheng was directly frightened awake.

There was a buzzing in his ears, mixed with a few crisp ringtones, and the cold sound opened his distracted eyes, the horror in his eyes did not dissipate, and he finally came back to his senses after a long breath.

"Uncle......" Su Hansheng was already unstable, and this time he was almost dying of fear by this dream, leaning on the pillow angrily, and scolded, "Uncle, your father." ”

The concubine who slept for so many years in his previous life turned into an uncle.

Even if the cold sound is mixed up, it is a little unbearable.

It was night outside, and the moon was on the top.

I lay down for a while, and softly opened the curtain to ask for water.

I just waited for a long time, but the associated tree didn't respond.

I staggered down the bed, the moonlight poured down, and I vaguely saw that there seemed to be a candle flame in the outer room.

"Sky? Brother? ”

No one answered.

Su Hansheng walked out of the inner room barefoot, and just opened the blackout bamboo curtain, when he suddenly smelled a cold fragrance in his nose.

A lamp is lit in the outer hall of the Hanmang Garden, illuminating the huge room, and a pair of words hangs next to the bookcase—Sword and Qin Heart.

It was the word inscribed for him by Senior Brother Shu Hansheng, and it had been hanging for many years.

Su Hansheng looked up and was stunned.

Chongjue sat under the painting in a green robe, his mind was clear, and a small jade hand stove was placed on the table beside him, and a lock of white mist curled up, mixed with the cold snow fragrance gradually permeating the surroundings.

I don't know how long it has been.

After a long pause, he finally returned to his soul, and the question that he had been puzzled about was finally answered.

He knew it!

Chongjue looked at the pure heart and few desires, compassion and compassion, but in fact, he was separated from the sword of virtue and honey, and he was cold and ignored during the day, and after night, he avoided people to find his own trouble.

No wonder he kept his hair and couldn't escape into the empty door.

It seems that there are six impurities.

The cold sound was finally relieved, and he hurriedly ran barefoot.

You can run to the front, and suddenly realize that something is wrong.

In the inner house of the huge cold garden, countless jade bells surrounded Chongjue, scattered and hung in the air like cobwebs, and as the breath of the cold sound approached, there were bursts of crisp bell sounds.

The associated tree has not moved for a long time, the shadow of the tree outside the window shook violently, and the shadowy broken light fell on Chongjue's cold face, bringing a sense of tranquility before the storm came.

Su Hansheng looked at the jade bells in the room in a daze, and finally recognized it......

It wasn't a birthday gift at all, but a twinkling bell to ward off evil spirits.

Chongjue didn't know what the effect of the incense he lit, he only smelled the cold sound and felt that his body was weak, and his already unstable soul seemed to be slowly dragged out by the thin white mist, and even began to glow with black light in front of him.

Chongjue sat there, his eyes shining like the silence of the gods and Buddhas who had been precipitated for thousands of years.

At a glance, it was like thousands of bells and drums vibrating overhead.

Su Hansheng's eyes began to darken: "Uncle, uncle, ......"

After this "uncle" was called, Chongjue finally got up slowly, his plain white robe dragged to the ground, and the wind from nowhere filled his wide sleeves, like a rising ethereal immortal.

Chongjue put his fingers together and lightly touched it.

The white smoke from the dust incense was like a swimming dragon, and it suddenly hit the cold sound.

- It is the incense of Mount Meru to drive away evil spirits and transcend evil spirits.

The ethereal mist could also turn into the strongest chains, wrapping around Su Hansheng's wrists, ankles, waist, and neck, forcibly hanging him in the air, his toes dangling in the air.

The jade bell is still tinkling.

Chongjue's inky eyes only had compassion and indifference, and there was no □□ that had been grinding with his ears and temples in his dreams.

"You're not Xiao Xiao."

Su Hansheng was young, and he was very different from Chongjue's figure, and he was locked by the dust incense and hung on the ground for three inches, so he barely looked directly at him.

He was confused, "W-what? ”

"All ways are impermanent, and the law is vain."

Chongjue opened his mouth and said a poem, as if he could see through the soul of the cold sound through this skin, and said lightly: "...... It's just a ghost. ”