The second day of junior high school, light snow.
This light snow had fallen for a while earlier, and slipped away without anyone noticing.
There was a ray of light in the clouds, which seemed to shine in all directions. Some of the snow hanging on the treetops and roofs slowly melted into water droplets and dripped down.
It seems like everything is coming back to life.
People on the street called boaters in twos and threes, bringing their wives and children with them to accompany their relatives and friends. Taking a boat back in the wind, leaning on the railing and drinking carefully, people were drunk and leaning against each other, laughing again and again. How many times did you turn around?
"I wonder if Miss Yun would like to tell you a story?"
"Appreciate further details."
Xu Jinghong: "..."
"During the escape, I was fortunate to be blessed by Uncle Yuan and the others, and I was able to survive."
His tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was telling someone else's story, with the attitude of a bystander, without complaining or adding jealousy.
It seemed that he was just talking about a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.
Master Yun Chu looked at the string of Buddhist beads slightly exposed on Xu Jinghong's wrist and remained silent.
She also heard a little about Jinghong's life experience from Aunt Yuan.
He endured everything that he shouldn't have to endure at that age.
He pulled at the depths of his heart, uncovered the bloody scar, and showed it in front of others, allowing them to rub it and moan.
Master Yun Chu's eyes were filled with light and dark.
Xu Jinghong bent down, wrapped the drumstick in oil paper and fed it to the kitten rolling coquettishly at his feet: "This is the drumstick that Auntie saved for this little thing a few days ago."
The little orange cat was picked up by Uncle Yuan on the roadside. At that time, it was seriously ill and thought it would not survive, but luckily it survived.
Now he is very lively and active, never leaving home for a moment.
Uncle Yuan once joked that she was just like this little orange cat, unable to sit still on its butt and running everywhere.
The corners of Xu Jinghong's mouth were bent, his face was full of tenderness, and he had a slight smile: "Look at it, it's such a rogue, it's so clingy even if it's not given food."
"I simmered it specially this morning." The little orange cat gnawed on the chicken legs wrapped in oil paper. The aroma of the meat immediately filled its nose, and the little orange cat meowed excitedly.
Master Yun Chu paused for a while, then knelt down and slowly stroked its back.
The little orange cat was afraid that its food would be robbed, so it made a series of purring sounds to show its dissatisfaction.
But after the chicken legs were eaten, the orange cat's voice gradually became quieter. After it woke up after eating, it ran away with a few "meow" sounds.
Master Yun Chu's heartstrings were pulled again, making him feel uncomfortable breathing.
The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm.
After the breeze blew through the laughter and laughter, it hit her face with sweetness and gently wiped away her tears.
Master Yun Chu raised his eyes and saw that Xu Jinghong was also motionless. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was also enjoying the relief of the breeze blowing on his face.
Although he looked refreshed and calm just now, the black spots under his eyelids revealed his fatigue.
Xu Jinghong said: "Miss Yun, don't worry, the government has taken over this matter, and my uncle and aunt will definitely be able to come back safely."
Master Yun Chu remained silent.
She didn't know if she should tell him the truth. Maybe it would be better for him to keep her obsession.
She raised her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end she said nothing.
Finally, she nodded: "I will definitely do it."
Xu Jinghong responded: "I will definitely wait until they come back."
In the distance, the roof of the house was exposed due to the melted snow, and the rest of the place where the eyes passed was still white.
The cold wind poured into his throat, causing a numb and itchy feeling. Xu Jinghong covered his mouth but couldn't suppress the coughing, "Cough, cough, cough..." The veins on his face popped out from the coughing, and blood gradually overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Jinghong took out a handkerchief and wiped it off hastily.
His lips lost their color and turned sickly pale.
"Are you okay?" Master Yun Chu leaned over and looked at his face. She calmed down and frowned.
This disease is not serious.
"I have some knowledge of Qihuang's art, and I will take your pulse."
Master Yun Chu wanted to take his pulse, but Xu Jinghong put his hand back into his sleeve, avoiding her touch.
"No need to trouble Miss Yun, it's just an old problem. Thank you Miss Yun..." Xu Jinghong pressed the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, "Maybe it's just the breeze that makes people anxious."
The wind from outside rushed into the house through the half-closed window, reducing the warmth in the house, diluting the agarwood in the house, and taking away the aftertaste of burning paper.
The ink droplets from the pen fell on the paper and spread, leaving stains on the clean paper. The cold wind outside kept blowing on him, but he didn't care much.
Zi Sangning kept rubbing the pen in his hand, and when he heard the sound of the window panes colliding, he came back to his senses and his eyes froze.
The wind blew open the window, and the cold wind poured into the room, dissipating the smell of burning agarwood.
According to Xu Xi's temperament, big things are reduced to small things, and small things are reduced to small things.
There is no need to inform Master about this matter.
The wind outside the house was still howling, and Master Yun Chu was sitting on the swing, swaying gently, his thoughts turning over and over again.
She turned her head and looked up at the clear sky, and a flash of red appeared in front of her eyes.
"Is there any clue?" The visitor made a quick decision and went straight to the topic.
Master Yun Chu used some force to stop the swing: "I have no clue."
Zi Sangning stood beside the junior master with his hands behind his hands, glanced at her slightly swollen eyes, remembered those red eyes, and said: "There are too many unclean things hovering in Qingsang County. Then The demon god was created by someone who secretly practiced forbidden magic. The yamen arrested the head, and the Taoist priests hired by the yamen all died mysteriously. Maybe it was not a man-made disaster but a demonic disaster."
Master Yun Chu's eyes lit up: "If we can get in touch with their bodies, we may be able to capture clues. This person is dead, and although the scene has been destroyed, if it is really a demonic disaster, there will be some traces of the demonic law."
Zi Sangning nodded and confirmed her idea: "This method is feasible. Maybe we can capture something."
Hearing this, she looked at Zi Sangning and said, "I'm wondering who is secretly practicing forbidden arts to make offerings to the demon god. According to ancient books, if you make offerings to the demon god, you will need to consume a lot of your own essence, blood and spiritual power."
"Maybe it's a demon?"
Master Yun Chu shook his head: "Impossible."
Zi Sangning was confused: "Why not?"
Master Yun Chu explained: "Think about it, why does the demon spend so much energy to support the demon god? If the demon wants to gain supreme demon power, the fastest way is to absorb human essence and blood, and absorb human yang energy to strengthen it. Cultivation. Why go to such great lengths? If there is a backlash, wouldn’t it be a thankless task? "
Master Yun Chu seemed to feel a scorching gaze and hurriedly said: "Of course, a good demon like me is very law-abiding, kind and generous."
Zi Sangning thought thoughtfully: "You actually know so much?"
Master Yun Chu scratched his nose and said, "No one else. He has extensive knowledge and is familiar with it."
Zi Sangning asked: "What do you think of Xu Jinghong?"
Master Yun Chu jumped down from the swing: "I had doubted the old man before because the demonic aura on his body was mixed with the smell of herbs that was similar to Xu Jinghong's. However, there was no demonic aura on Xu Jinghong's body. Just based on his introduction Mortals have no power to kill monsters."
Zi Sangning still stood there with his hands behind his hands: "Is it possible that he is just like you and has no demonic aura? Or is he hiding it on purpose?"
After hearing this, Master Yun Chu shook his head: "I tested him, and he has no spiritual power."
"You should still be careful. Did you know that the Buddhist beads on his body are of unusual origin?"
"Have you seen him?" Master Yun Chu turned around and looked up at him.
Zi Sangning nodded: "I happened to see something on his wrist that day. It's always harmless to be more cautious."
She didn't want to think about him, she didn't want this to have anything to do with him.
Finally, she shook her head: "Uncle Yuan and the others on that string of Buddhist beads gave up most of their spiritual energy to give Xu Jinghong something to extend his life. There is no way he could kill Uncle Yuan and the others."
"I know." There was a ripple in Zi Sangning's deep pool-like eyes: "The friendship between demons is sometimes more sincere than that between humans."
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Yun Chu's voice sounded, with a hint of joy: "That's natural. Since ancient times, people's hearts have obviously become more weird, okay? We monsters value love and righteousness the most."
Zi Sangning raised the corner of his mouth and laughed dumbly.
The wind from the east blew and slightly rolled the corners of their robes together, and then quickly blew them away, leaving their robes hanging down.
"Here, here it is." Zi Sangning took out a bunch of candied haws from behind. Looking at the doubtful look in his junior master's eyes, he looked away unnaturally and coughed lightly, "I bought it on the roadside."
Master Yun Chu was suspicious: "Master Zisang, are you aware of your conscience? Or did you drop the candied haws on the ground? You won't poison it, right?"
Zi Sangning's hand holding the candied haws on a stick paused for a moment, not knowing what to do: "..."
Zi Sangning had a dark look on his face: "I can't stop your mouth even if I eat."
The candied haws were roughly stuffed into the mouth, and with a gentle bite of the teeth, the sugar coating wrapped around the hawthorn shattered in the mouth, sweetening the bitterness in the mouth, and the original taste was still sweet.
That's all, it's just his conscience.
When she closed her eyes, the corners of Zi Sangning's mouth turned up, unable to hide her smile.
It was not in vain that he had been looking for it for a long time before he bought the bunch of candied haws in a corner building in the alley.
A long time ago, someone once told him that as long as there is sweetness in his mouth, he will not feel bitter in his heart.
It seems that is indeed the case.
My thoughts are scattered in the wind with my mind, and I don’t know where they have gone or how long ago they have been.
The wind blows and disperses, each heading west or east.
The night was quiet, with a few crows occasionally calling, but they soon stopped.
In the Yamen morgue, two corpses were parked side by side, covered with a layer of white cloth.
The faint skylight glowed with a cold white color, making it even more desolate in the middle of the night.
Zi Sangning opened the white cloth and revealed two corpses. One corpse was a yamen arrester. There was a hole in the heart. The wound did not look like a sword stab, but more like an arrow piercing the heart. Master Yun Chu had seen him before. It was rare. The honest official died tragically for no reason. The other corpse, which was too miserable to be seen and looked horrifying, must be the Taoist priest Li Si said was invited to catch the monster.
Master Yun Chu stood next to Zi Sang Ning and whispered: "This corpse is almost mummified. Can't you smell it? There is such a strong evil aura."
Zi Sangning covered the body again: "It is true that the demonic aura on the Taoist priest was the aura of the demonic god that day, but the arrest of the head by the Yamen should have been done by someone else."
Master Yun Chu nodded in agreement: "A rare and good official died unexpectedly." Then he sighed.
Zi Sangning tried to leave, but Master Yun Chu held him back and whispered in his ear: "There is someone."
Who has good hearing? She heard the footsteps of the man even a few hundred meters away.
The two looked at each other and jumped onto the beam.
After a while, the door to the morgue was carefully opened, and someone crept in.
The man went straight to the body covered with white cloth. The fire in his hand burst into flames, reflecting the man's twisted and ferocious face: "Burn it and it will be over, and no one will know."
As soon as the flames touched the white cloth, the fire burst into flames. Zi Sang Ning immediately jumped off the beam and kicked the person out.
Before the man could react, he was kicked away and fell onto a stone. He made a loud noise, which attracted the attention of the Yamen official.
"It's gone! It's gone."
"A thief broke in."
The Yamen was soon brightly lit and crowded.
A group of people rushed up together.
