Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 90

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Two hours later, Mount Ise.

The Jeep door opened wide, Yan Lanyu was wearing a coat, her hair was messy and bandaged, and she sat exhausted in the back seat drinking hot water.

Not far from sitting on the floor of Jingzhong, Zhou Hui scolded him arrogantly: “I don’t use my mind when I’m old! Why not drag Wu Bei together! Why not wait for rescue where I am! I carry the tantric master alone! , Isn’t you okay? Isn’t the puberty finally here due to excessive androgen secretion? Don’t think about me to help next time! Don’t dream of being my third son-in-law!"

"..." Yu Jingzhong said weakly: "You really shut up..."

Ise Mountain was brightly lit, and the helicopter with searchlights slowly descended over the woods, and the air current set off a huge roar.

The Japanese police and the diplomats of the Chinese Embassy arrived at the same time, and the two sides started fierce negotiations across the messy Mount Ise.

Wu Bei managed to clean up the Self-Defense Forces and the Tantric Sect disciples, lying motionless on the ground and pretending to be dead in an attempt to confuse him, but he was picked up from the dead by the Northeast Washing, Scissors and Blows. A group of people were crying and crying around the second group leader. When they were having fun, Zhou Hui strode forward, and instantly saw Wu Bei get up and live like lightning.

Wu Bei was dragged by Zhou Hui to deal with the Japanese police. The second group leader wrinkled the Armani black trench coat. He copied the loudspeaker in one hand and carried the single-person rocket launcher from the ground with gun smoke and blood stains. 'S handsome face is very dignified:

"Cough--cough! Listen to the people above! Guoan Group 6 missions are cleared. You have three minutes to escape, and you have three minutes to escape--!"

Zhou Hui could hear his forehead twitching not far away, and for a while, he couldn't tell whether Yu Vice was even less beating, or the second group leader was more beating.

However, Wu Bei's threat still worked. The second team leader is a soul artist who hurts the spring and autumn, has a heartbroken heart, and sighs "Why is the wind so big" before killing and destroying corpses. He has been engaged in gang activities in the northeast all the year round, and the border between China and Japan is famous. If you cite a less **** example, it is said that half of the pirated CDs in Japan will go through his circulation; there are even more examples of **** spots. What is the cross-provincial joint Fujianese to chase down the Yamaguchi group; in front of a Japanese senator His face touched the cherry tree affectionately and said, "I want the cherry blossoms here to bloom more beautifully in the coming year"...

Among the six team leaders of Guoan, Wu Bei's popularity in Japan is more than enough to beat Zhou Hui.

The members of the second group were not idle either, the washing, cutting and blowing brother led people to stack up their sleeves, picked out the corpses of the Tantric disciples, tied them in a row, and put them in front like a human shield. The police looked down from the helicopter, and the ground was covered with the dead bodies of Onmyojis in hunting clothes.

This kind of fighting between Yin and Yang, the local Metropolitan Police Department knows that they can't be the master. If they are detained by force, who knows what this group of people, ghosts and ghosts will do. The police could only retreat temporarily, leaving a few sentences "We will report to the superior Metropolitan Police Department and negotiate with the victim's clique", and then the helicopter turned around and quickly descended the mountain.

Wu Bei fell a single rocket launcher and sat down on the ground, staring affectionately at the distant helicopter: "Damn, it would have been better to be so obedient."

·

Zhou Hui coughed, and continued to turn his head to curse Yu Fu:

"As long as you can, you will pretend to be forced, don't you want to be a normal person? Normal people have been killed by the tantric master long ago? The old cow eats the tender grass and the dead tree to bloom new flowers. Look at you In this way, if the annual salary is less than two million, I still dare to learn to fall in love. The 30 million remaining men in China are 30 million you. The salary of moving bricks these years is higher than you. If I can continue to work for Laozi, one day I will die. Yourself..."

Yu Jingzhong nodded and said that while lowering his head to touch the cigarette, the cigarette case was soaked with blood, and even the filter was stained with blood.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu wanted to help persuade, struggling to get out of the car, but a voice sounded behind him: "How are you?"

Yan Lanyu turned around and saw Chu He, who was on the back seat of the Jeep from the other end.

He hesitated, sat back and smiled: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness. If it wasn't you..."

Chu He interrupted him: "No need to say such things."

He leaned forward and pulled out Yan Lanyu's hair, and saw that the terrible bruise on his head had been scabs-it was because of the washing with water diluted with Phoenix blood before. In addition, there were bruises and abrasions everywhere on his body. The very serious one was that one hand was burnt and the flesh was stuck together, and the ribs were broken. Zhou Hui only did a preliminary emergency response for both. deal with.

Chu He maintained this leaning position, staring at him motionlessly.

The two looked at each other at close range in the dim carriage. Yan Lanyu clearly saw her reflection in Chu He's eyes and couldn't help but leaned back slightly: "This... Your Royal Highness..."

"Don't move."

"..."

Yan Lanyu's heart was full of question marks, and Chu He blinked for a while, his eyelashes slightly wet.

Thirty seconds later, Chu He blinked again, this time his eyes were already dry.

The corners of Yan Lanyu's mouth twitched slightly: "Hall, Your Highness..."

"No way," Chu He reluctantly let go of him, plopped and sat on the car seat: "I just can't cry."

Yan Lanyu: "………………"

Chu He was very sorry, so he had to bite his ring finger again, took a drop of blood, and dropped it into Yan Lanyu's cup for him to drink.

The water boiled, immediately emitting a strong smell of rust, and Yan Lanyu had to pinch her nose and swallow. Soon, as the liquid entered his stomach, his numb, painful ribs and arms gradually eased up. The internal organs seemed to have been ironed by a warm current, and he breathed out involuntarily.

After drinking half a cup of water, he looked down at his hand. The burnt skin was drying and crusting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the bruised arm looks very ugly, but it is much better than the blood flow before.

"Really...really amazing..."

Chu He said: "It will work faster for people who are totally powerless, because there is no interference from autoantibodies."

As soon as the end of this sentence fell, the carriage suddenly fell silent.

Yan Lanyu's long eyelashes are drooping, staring at the water glass.

His figure is thin and tired in the white mist, and his eyes are hazy, as if even the lines of his handsome cheeks have melted into the darkness.

"I tried to keep your pentagram, but it went out when I came back from hell. But I think it should protect your soul, otherwise when a weak soul like yours enters hell, it will have a big Possibility will be directly dispelled."

Chu He reached out and took out a red string from his trouser pocket, and handed it to Yan Lanyu: "But the mirror heart is still there, I don't know if it's useful, so I will get it back for you first."

Yan Lanyu's gaze was a bit distracted, she moved for a while, and slowly raised her hand to take the piece of Yata mirror fragment.

"...I just noticed..." He said softly, "I'm just not sure for a while, it's too sudden..."

Chu He looked at him with a slight pity in his eyes.

Yan Lanyu played with the fragment, rubbing lightly with her white fingertips on the sharp corners. Chu He had seen this lens pass by Zhou Hui, Zhang Shun, Yu Jingzhong, etc., but never did he feel that it matched the hand that was in contact with it.

The Tantric Sect took great pains to choose Yan Lanyu to become a yin and yang soul. There must be a reason to choose him.

"I was originally an ordinary person. I learned these things for self-preservation. I didn't expect it to be gone now. I'm not used to it." Yan Lanyu paused and smiled briefly on her pale cheeks: "But It doesn’t matter... anyway, the tantric sect is gone, so it doesn’t matter if you need to protect yourself..."

He lowered his head and put on the red string, his fingers looked a bit awkward because of the burn.

"...In the beginning, I'm not used to it."

Chu He was silent for a moment, and then said: "However, as time goes by, you will gradually get used to the life of a normal person. You will be more peaceful, more practical and free... The shackles that have held you for two lifetimes disappeared From now on, you can have your own life completely, go to school, work, fall in love, and enjoy family like a normal person..."

Yan Lanyu was stunned for a moment, "But... people always have to take care of it, otherwise it will become a burden..."

Not far away, Zhou Hui finally died down temporarily. Yu Jingzhong smoothly flicked the soot into his trousers leg, Shi Shiran got up amid Zhou Hui's anger, and walked here.

"There are always people who are willing to let you be with you because you are useful." Chu He smiled at him and blinked: "I once felt that I was a burden to others, and I was worried about being abandoned because of it. , But this kind of thinking is actually a kind of blasphemy for those who don’t want to accompany you-your idea has been distorted for too long, someone will help you slowly get it back.

Yan Lanyu replied with a puzzled look, Chu He raised his eyes to the night sky, looking far away.

"Although it will take a long time, there will be a day..."

"Just don't let others wait too long like me."

Yu Jingzhong walked to the side of the car, nodded to Chu He, and then turned to Yan Lanyu: "How are you?"

Yan Lanyu stared at him blankly, gazing from his messy eyebrows stained with blood, slid across his cheeks that were still in the smoke, and the camouflage uniform that was messy and messy because of blood and mud. Despite the cold weather, at such a close distance, even the heat and sweat from his body were transmitted through the cloth, giving people a strange and deep sense of security.

"What?" Yu Jingzhong raised an eyebrow and asked.

"...my...mana is gone." Yan Lanyu said hoarsely, "yin and yang power protects the soul, and it burns up before the soul returns..."

Yu Jingzhong was stunned, probably completely unexpected, but then subconsciously asked: "So what?"

"..."

"You are hurting like this, the yin and yang power must be gone. Why do you still want to go to the front line?"

"..." Yan Lanyu blinked, Yu Jingzhong looked at him inexplicably, stretched out his hand for a while, and suddenly picked him up from the compartment: "Don't think about it! Go, the embassy will send a helicopter to pick us up. Now, go back to Beijing for punishment."

Yan Lanyu was holding a stride forward, and suddenly struggling: "No...wait! Wait a minute!"

He barely slid down to the ground, staggering a few steps because of his ankle injury. Fortunately, he hit Zhou Hui, who was walking into the jeep, and gave him a hand. Yan Lanyu asked softly and hurriedly: "I'm leaving now? Can you wait for me?"

"What are you doing, three girls?"

"I want to go to a place, there is an open space under the Ise Mountain..." Yan Lanyu looked at Yu Jingzhong, not knowing why his eye circles were a little red in the night: "I'll be back soon."

·

Half an hour later, Ise Mountain descended.

I said it was very fast, but it took a lot of effort to come here. The mountain has collapsed, and the pitted mountain road is very dark. Yu Jingzhong used a wolf eye flashlight to see that the road was covered with broken branches of dead trees.

The trail goes all the way down, and at the bottom there is an open space surrounded by wooden railings. Stone steles are vaguely visible, but most of them have been smashed in the shaking.

Zhou Hui said softly: "...tsk."

His voice was very low, only Chu He heard it, and turned his head and quietly made a "hush" gesture to him.

Yu Jingzhong walked along with Yan Lanyu on his back, followed by Zhou Hui and Chu He. Seeing that the wooden fence on the clearing was completely decayed, it dropped the **** as soon as it was pushed. Yu Jingzhong simply kicked it down, and when he approached it, it was a cemetery!

The lined stone steles are tombstones with names and deaths scribbled in Japanese. Some coffins have been shaken out of a corner, exposing rotten and blackened wood.

"Still inside," Yan Lanyu whispered.

Yu Jingzhong understood something in a daze, but didn't say anything. He just patted his hand and walked deeper into the cemetery.

This open space is not large, and across several old graves, a relatively not-so-dilapidated tombstone appeared in front of it. A thin-plate coffin shook halfway out of the ground. The edge of the plate was cracked and decayed. The body of the white stone stele had been cracked by the shaking, but the handwriting on it was still very clearly reflected by the flashlight.

The owner of the tomb is Yan Jing.

Yan Lanyu struggled to the ground, staggered forward, staring blankly at the tombstone.

The night is like a long river, never ending. The wind blew over the decayed coffin in the cemetery, with ancient resentment and weeping, and rushed to the vast snowfield under the moonlight in the distance.

Yan Lanyu fell to her knees, holding up the soil and sprinkling it on the coffin. He probably wanted to bury the coffin in the soil again, but the area that was shaken out was too large, and the frozen soil was so hard that it was impossible to bury this cold thin coffin.

Yu Jingzhong slowly knelt down and held down his trembling hand.

"Don't..." he choked up, "Don't..."

Yan Lanyu stared at him blankly. There was a deep and bone-wrenching confusion deep in her eyes, as if she was in an icy and snowy ground, with cold wind and heavy snow everywhere, completely lost.

"When I return to Beijing..." Yu Jingzhong's throat slid violently, and his voice sounded like a sour lump in his throat: "When I return to Beijing, I will send someone to take this coffin. Shipped back to the country... Shipped back to the country for burial..."

"We can bury him in his hometown, where he was born, and never go back..."

Tears poured out of Yan Lanyu's eyes, and a drop fell to the ground along his cold cheeks like white paper.

Yu Jingzhong strongly supported him, looked at the cold and broken stone stele under the moonlight, and bowed deeply. When he got up again, he raised his head and felt the fiery liquid flowing back from the eye sockets into the nasal cavity. It was an extremely sour and spicy taste that he had never felt in his life.

"Thank you..." Yan Lanyu said softly.

Yu Jingzhong hugged him tightly, as if he would never separate again, even the heartbeat of each other went through the chest cavity, rising and falling together.

Not far away Zhou Hui rubbed his nose, pretending to look around casually, and suddenly asked: "Will you cry when you bury me?"

Chu He said coldly: "No."

"...Hey!"

"When you are dying, dig a hole yourself, and help me dig one by the way. At that time, ask Maha to fill the soil, and Garuda chants and dances to the gods. It's almost enough, don't be hypocritical."

Zhou Hui blinked his eyes to look at Chu He, but the latter looked straight ahead, and Junxiu's profile face showed no expression in the moonlight.

"..." Zhou Hui asked for a while: "Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes."

"No, no. Although I am touched by what you say, the problem is..."

"It's not up to you to decide." Chu He interrupted him, "It's not even'decided' by me, but what I have always thought naturally...Do you know what the world is like after death? "

Zhou Hui frowned slightly.

"We have been living in hell, but **** is not the end of the journey. The more distant country is in a place where the gods cannot see, hear, or perceive, where there is a quiet land all year round, in eternal darkness Without any light and sound, the lonely soul turns into eternity like floating dust, drifting into the distance..."

"That is the kingdom of death."

Chu He turned his face sideways, looking at Zhou Hui with clear eyes.

"When I was very young, I used to want to live forever with the person I thought I liked, forever. But later I discovered how naive and stupid it was at the beginning. The spiritual rebirth of Nirvana is even more painful than * Ten thousand times."

"When I was in the most painful time, I thought, let someone take me away, as long as it’s an individual. Sometimes I even have the idea of ​​compromise, but I think there may be a person in the distance who really belongs to me. Coming in my direction, I cannot get up and leave before he arrives..."

"Then when I saw you, I thought this man finally arrived. Fortunately, I didn't betray him."

"...Phoenix..." Zhou Hui murmured.

"At first I felt that I was ominous, and I was afraid of being discovered by you, and then you turned and left. In fact, if you left, I would not chase after me because I was really too scared." Chu He paused. , With a slight self-deprecation: "But later, when I thought you might like the Snow Mountain Goddess, suddenly the anger overwhelmed the fear. I don't even remember what mood I was in with the King King Ming and the Snow Mountain Goddess. Those who fought brazenly only felt extremely angry. I didn’t wake up until I was brought back to Buzhoushan by you. Ah, it turns out that I lost my temper. It turns out that when people are really full of love, they will be hysterical and have nothing. It’s something sensible and overpowering."

"That's not overweight..." Zhou Hui denied hoarsely.

"I thought so at the time." Chu He laughed: "My perception has been distorted for a long time, suffering from gains and losses, like walking on thin ice, self-repressive and disgusting. I avoid confessing my love. Because that's really...too fragile, it's like putting a knife that can stab yourself into your hand, like a fish on a chopping board, and then killing it."

"I have never experienced that terrible feeling. The blind attachment and dependence on Sakyamuni back then was obviously so dangerous, and even threatened with life at any time, but it never made me feel like I found my own death. Weak, helpless, and full of sweet and unwilling despair."

Zhou Hui looked at Chu He for a long time, and finally asked: "...when did it start?"

"I don't remember," Chu He thought for a while, and said, "It should be the first time I was invaded by Sakyamuni six senses and almost killed you. When you woke up, you were covered in blood and said to me, "It's okay. 'Time."

He raised his hand and gently pressed Zhou Hui's chest and abdomen, carefully rubbing it for a while.

That was the place where Zhou Hui was severely injured by the Phoenix attack, but he healed many years ago without leaving any scars.

"That sentence is true," he smiled slightly: "Falling in love with someone is like turning into a weak underbelly and dying when you touch it; it's like suddenly putting on a battle armor, and you're invincible ever since. "

Zhou Hui held his hand, the two palms pressed against each other.

"But you are a phoenix, you can actually live forever..."

Chu He shook his head.

"It's dark and cold there," he said, "I want to go to that world with you, for you I can always be invincible."

A bright moon gradually sinks to the west.

Thousands of miles away in the snowfield, the cold wind howls, and the towering temple on the top of the glacier. The lonely little Phoenix finally lifted his tear-stained face and passed away from the void with a smile.

Farther away, the Hell Tielun Mountain stretches for thousands of miles; the Peacock Ming Wang stands on the cliff of the sea of ​​blood and raises his head, and the roc bird is spreading its golden wings and soaring down from the sky.

The **** is not full of mountains, and the reddish mist emanating from the magic eye is spreading over the mountains.

There is a small wooden house on the top of the hill, the courtyard has a grassy stone path, and the fence is crooked.

The cluster of Shura flowers planted by King Phoenix himself by the steps finally swayed in full bloom in the eternal wind of hell.