When the flower buds were picked off, the old monkey god's body rotted quickly and was now a mess of mud.
Su Qingyu asked with concern: "Yingluo, how is your stomach?"
Yingluo's belly has healed.
There is a strange baby hidden in her belly, and the baby resists the fatal blow of the black-haired monkey for Yingluo.
"Master, you don't have to worry about me. It's just that two vines were torn off. It's not a problem." Yingluo approached Su Qingyu, her voice was like gurgling water, warm to her heart, "It's just that I failed to solve the problem for the master, and let the master do it for me." I’m worried and I blame myself.”
"How can I blame you? No one could have expected that the black-haired monkey would change the direction of its attack." Su Qingyu held the flower bone flower in front of Yingluo, "Let's not talk about this for now, help me take a look at this thing. Is there any way to remedy this?"
Yingluo sprouts thin branches and gently touches the buds.
She shook her head with some regret: "There is no way to continue growing."
Hearing this answer, Su Qingyu wanted to drag out the black-haired monkey just now and whip the corpse.
Bai Huo held the mutilated body and pushed out the door.
Su Qingyu just glanced at the body and then looked away.
Dry, lifeless corpses.
Copies and pollution have taken too many lives.
Bai Huo stood alone in the darkness, his short silver hair falling gently to cover his expression. He seemed a little silent, and his figure was pale, as if he were a poem abandoned by the years.
"I want to bury my master."
"Well, you go ahead." Su Qingyu originally needed to discuss the customs clearance rules with Bai Huo, but obviously, now is not the time.
"I will take care of these things soon." Bai Huo raised his head and gently raised the corners of his mouth. The fleeting smile melted away like snowflakes falling on the palm of his hand, "Miss Su, don't worry, I won't let you Personal emotions affected our collaboration.”
"Don't be like this, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be absolutely rational and ruthless?" Su Qingyu patted his shoulder, "You can feel sad for a while longer."
"Miss Su..."
"Um?"
"Thank you." Bai Huo's voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind could take him away.
He hugged the body and left.
Bai Huo actually wanted to bury Zhixu Sanren in the courtyard of the Taoist temple.
They say fallen leaves return to their roots.
At that time, he and his master lived in that Taoist temple for more than ten years. If the master wanted to choose a place to rest, the courtyard would be the most suitable.
But the Taoist temple was in the sick village, and he had to pass through a village before he could go back.
You may encounter dangers and changes along the way.
He can't do this.
So, Bai Huo returned along the original path and got out of the hole dug in the statue.
"Master, forgive me for not taking this risk."
The branches in the center of the village were lush and leafy. Bai Huo thought of the story of the old monkey god and worried that the resentment after death would grow with the branches, so he went to the grassy area near the mountain village, dug a pit and buried Zhixu Sanren in it. .
He erected a stone monument.
There is no writing on the stone tablet.
Bai Huo knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.
Nothing more was said.
Then, he stood up, the lonely night wind gently blowing his short white hair, and his black robes fluttering in the wind.
He turned and left without hesitation.
Su Qingyu is searching on her mobile phone "How to make the broken flowers continue to bloom"
Then, find a bunch of unreliable answers.
When Bai Huo came back, Su Qingyu was a little surprised.
"So soon?" She thought that Bai Huo still needed to digest his emotions in front of the grave for a while.
But White Fire is no longer needed.
"Yes." Bai Huo acted as if nothing was wrong. He stretched out his slender white hand to Su Qingyu, "Miss Su, can you show me this flower?"
"Okay..." Su Qingyu hesitated. She wanted to ask Bai Huo what Zhixu Sanren said to him alone, but he had just personally killed the master who had lived with her for more than ten years. Su Qingyu was worried. This kind of question once again opened his bloody wound.
And Bai Huo continued to pinch the white bud, and his fingertips were whiter and bloodless than the bud.
Gray eyes fell on the flowers.
He sat next to Su Qingyu and calmly, even a little indifferently, told Su Qingyu everything that had just happened in the room.
"You can wait for a while."
"It doesn't matter. To me, it's the same whenever I say it."
He almost cruelly hid his emotional side and dealt with the matter with absolute rationality.
Su Qingyu also told Bai Huo what Zhixu Sanren said about Zhuang Xiaodie.
After the two exchanged information, they fell into silence.
Bai Huo acted too calm.
His heart may be breaking from the inside, but on the outside he's the same as always.
He didn't need comfort.
There was no one to comfort him.
He just needs to collect his emotions quietly and move on.
It's like nothing happened.
He can do it.
Su Qingyu no longer hesitated.
Clearing the dungeon is the first priority.
"There is only one way now, and that is to take a gamble and open the flower bag directly to see if there is a note recording the customs clearance rules. If the flowers must fully bloom before the note will appear, then we will just There is only one way left..." Su Qingyu paused and continued: "Clean up all the pollution sources in the entire mountain."
Bai Huo frowned slightly: "Monkey God Mountain is too polluted. We can't clean up these four villages alone, let alone the black-haired monkeys hidden in the mountain."
"How can there be a foolproof action in the world? How can there be anyone who takes every step correctly?" Su Qingyu held her face with one hand, "We are all just crossing the river by feeling the stones."
"Then give it a try."
"Come here." Su Qingyu handed Huagu Duo'er to Bai Huo, "My luck is generally not very good. I basically never win the lottery."
"Then just listen to the girl." Bai Huo took the flower bud and opened the buds one by one. Su Qingyu stared at the flower nervously, looking forward to good results.
When she saw the note in the middle of the flower bud, Su Qingyu clapped her hands excitedly and said happily: "Ha, your luck is indeed better than mine."
"Miss Su, don't be too happy yet."
White fire unfolded the note.
There was only half of the words on the note.
"The customs clearance rules are uneven and only part of it has grown."
"Uh..." Su Qingyu sat back again, "I don't want to retire in this mountain."
They looked at the incomplete clearance rules.
Only two grew inside.
