I will bury the gods

Chapter 222 From Night to Day
In late spring, the weather turned warmer, but it was suddenly cold in the wing room at the corner of the temple. The newly lit candles were not resistant to the severe cold, and went out after shaking a few times.

The room darkened, and the white-robed girl standing inside turned into a dark shadow.

Faced with Xiaohe's question, Lin Shouxi also seemed at a loss.

"I, I...and Chuchu." Lin Shouxi replied again.

Xiao He stood in the dark, and his words suddenly became severe, with restrained coldness: "It's this time, and you still want to lie to me?"

"Lying to you?" Lin Shouxi was full of confusion, "Where... do you start?"

"Don't you know?" Xiaohe said coldly: "How important Mu Shijing is to you, you lied to me first, and now you use Sister Chu to pull her away as an excuse. Sister Chu is gentle and kind. Do your best, but you slander her like this, are you still human?"

Xiao He spoke more and more intensely, her petite body couldn't stop trembling in the dark night, it was anger and sadness, even far better than when she saw the manuscript.

The thorn-like sadness in Xiaohe's words pierced Lin Shouxi's heart. He should have felt deep pain, but now, these thunderous words continued to explode, but his consciousness was cut off, and his mind went blank. sense.

"Mu...Shi Jing?"

Lin Shouxi murmured, he remembered the scene in God's Domain, Xiaohe turned his back to him and said "I know", and suddenly realized that what they "knew" seemed to be not the same thing.

"Are you still pretending?!" Xiaohe approached, looking down at him, "I said, this is the last chance I'll give you."

"I didn't pretend."

Lin Shouxi's heart was trembling, but he tried his best to maintain his composure. He knew that if he didn't explain clearly, Xiaohe would probably slam the door and never come back.

"Xiaohe, do you have some misunderstanding? Why do you think there is an affair between me and Miss Mu?" Lin Shouxi asked hurriedly.

Hearing this question, Xiaohe gritted her teeth in anger, her delicate body tensed up, and she said angrily, "Lin Shouxi, don't you cry when you see the coffin? I've seen the manuscript that Mu Shijing kept privately." , You did such a thing to her in the Three Realms Village, and you still want to deny everything, as if nothing happened?"

"Three Realms Village...manuscript?" Lin Shouxi looked dull. He wanted to explain clearly to Xiaohe, but now he was faced with the dilemma of not knowing how to explain.

Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Xiaohe laughed back angrily, "What? Do you still need me to help you repeat what happened back then?"

……

Sanhua Mao licked its fur for itself, got into the warm Liuli heart, and curled up.

After falling asleep, it begins to dream.

The three-flowered cat was fighting when it woke up, and it was still fighting after falling asleep. In its dream, it was fighting with monsters in the snow mountain cave. Powerful monsters besieged it. Turning around, sometimes hitting with claws, sometimes kicking, sometimes flying and biting, sometimes swishing with long tails, monsters tens of millions of times bigger than it flew out one by one, their limbs were broken, and they fell to the ground.

The three-flowered cat stood in the stumped limbs and looked up at the sky with a calm gaze unique to a peerless master. With hope and yearning for the sky, it walked towards the purgatory deeper in the earth.

Every time I have such a dream, Sanhuamao will tremble all over, meowing incessantly, unwilling to wake up at all. It likes the loneliness of being in purgatory with a bright heart. Sanhuamao’s ideal hero is none other than If so.

Generally speaking, there will be an evil giant cat waiting for it in the depths of hell, and it will fight to the death with the giant cat. Afterwards, the sages of the cat clan filled the sky, the big cats of the ten directions ranked in the universe, and the Sanhua cat, as the final victor, announced the collapse of the old order on the summit of the worlds, and made a new covenant with all the cats...

Since there is no paper and pen to write, Sanhuamao can only entrust her full of enthusiasm to her dreams.

But today, Sanhuamao failed to finish this dream.

It was restless today, and halfway through the dream, it even heard a grin behind it, and when it looked back, it was His Royal Highness the Son, who grabbed it by the back of the neck unceremoniously, and smiled. Staring at it intently, the three-flowered cat trembled and woke up from the dream.

When I opened my eyes, there was another vast expanse of snow in front of me.

The three-flowered cat rubbed its heart with its paws, always feeling like it was causing trouble.

This feeling is absurd.

Obviously, it is thousands of miles away from where human beings live, so how can it cause any trouble?

Sanhuamao couldn't fall asleep after waking up. In the loneliness and boredom, it missed the past as always. I wonder if it had a heart-to-heart connection. His Royal Highness found out, and he should be beaten badly.

Sanhuamao seriously reflected, and finally, the result of its reflection was: the writing was not exciting enough, and it was not up to standard.

When I have time in the future, I must write a better one, including the strong and bad goddess who beat me back then... Sanhuamao thought silently.

Lying in the warm heart for a long time, Sanhuamao felt hungry.

After hesitating in every possible way, it crawled out cautiously, cocked its tail, and walked towards the cave in the snow mountain.

Its dreams are not groundless, and the same is true of the major caves in the snow mountain. The monsters are more powerful as they go deeper, and there is no one knows what thousand-year-old monsters are hiding at the bottom.

The sanhuamao entered the cave, but things were different from the dream, and half an hour later, it ran out with its tail between its legs.The weak monsters inside have been killed by it, and the powerful ones cannot be defeated.

But Sanhuamao will not suffer from hunger.

Because recently, meat began to grow on the Cangbi King's skeleton. The meat was very slender to the Cangbi King, but it was a big meal for the Sanhua cat, but it was more difficult to chew.

In the icy and snowy world, Sanhuamao has truly achieved self-sufficiency with "self" as food.

After eating and drinking enough, it continued to sleep, and the god mulberry tree in the Three Realms Village rustled in its dream.

……

Xiaohe suppressed the resentment in her heart, and roughly explained the content of the manuscript. She read it hastily, and only gave a rough outline, but even this rough outline was enough to make a righteous person despise.

"Do you have anything to argue about?" Xiaohe asked softly.

In the process of narrating, Xiaohe actually gained a kind of peace, a kind of peace that pierces the bones.

From shock to doubt, Lin Shouxi finally understood.

If Xiaohe didn't tell, he would never know the existence of this manuscript, let alone know that there was such a misunderstanding between them. Thinking of this, he was horrified to find that what he thought was a lie in the absence of communication Under such circumstances, it unknowingly leads to another lie.

The most frightening thing is that from Xiaohe's perspective, these lies prove each other and achieve an illusion of reality. Therefore, from her perspective, they are still logically self-consistent...

Lin Shouxi also remembered the conversation with Sanhuamao... He underestimated Sanhuamao's desire to create.

"Xiaohe, do you still remember the handwriting of that manuscript?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"Handwriting?" Xiaohe was taken aback for a moment, then became even more disappointed, and said angrily, "Do you still want to talk about him?"

Having said that, when Xiaohe recalled it, she suddenly realized the details that she had missed in the past. The handwriting was really weird, it was neither Lin Shouxi's nor Mu Shijing's, so...

"Could it be that you specially hired someone to stand by to help you record?" Xiaohe rubbed her temples, feeling a little unsteady on her feet.

"..."

Lin Shouxi didn't know how far her image in Xiaohe's heart had reached to make her have such an imagination.

When Xiaohe was about to leave in disappointment, Lin Shouxi stopped her in time and explained the origin of the manuscript clearly.

"Ridiculous." Xiaohe's first reaction was still being cheated, "I never thought you could make up such a story in such a short time, no wonder I was fooled by you before."

"I'm not lying to you. It's Sanhuamao's handwriting. Sanjie Village should still have a lot of its manuscripts. You can use them for comparison. At the beginning, Miss Mu was not kind to it, so Sanhuamao always wanted to arrange her." Lin Shouxi sincerely explained.

Xiaohe looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "How can a kitten have such thoughts?"

"Of course, it also wrote a book called Zhu Shenlu. The story in it is much weirder and weirder. The hero in it was born in a grassroots, but he killed all the gods along the way, and included all the fairies and goddesses he met on the road. In the account..."

"You envy him?" Xiaohe interrupted him.

"Of course not!" Lin Shouxi resolutely said: "I look at it with a critical eye!"

Xiaohe sneered.

She turned her back, walked back to the window, crossed her arms and stared at the night outside the window, thinking about what Lin Shouxi said, if what he said was true...

"If what you said is true, why did Mu Shijing carry this false manuscript with him instead of destroying it?" Xiao He asked.

This question stumped Lin Shouxi.

He also didn't know what Mu Shijing was thinking.

"Maybe I have to ask her personally." Lin Shouxi said.

"Huh?" Xiaohe was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, "Do you really not understand or fake?"

"What?" Lin Shouxi was taken aback.

"She likes you, can't you tell?" Xiaohe asked.

"She likes me? How could Mu Shijing like me?" Lin Shouxi also felt dizzy.

"Yeah, of course she can't like you, after all you are brothers and sisters." Xiaohe said slowly.

……

Before tonight, Lin Shouxi had never thought that the two people who seemed to be close to each other would see completely different pictures on certain things.

He couldn't help but think of the word "appearance is in harmony with spirit", and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Originally, he wanted to confess to Xiaohe about the matter between him and Chuchu, but he never expected that just talking about Mu Shijing would lead to dawn.

Lin Shouxi answered Xiaohe's confusion one by one, Xiaohe's questions became less and less, but the silence became longer and longer.

It never occurred to her that everything she had been ingrained in was false, so what were the countless imaginations she had radiated from this false construction?

"So I misunderstood you?" Xiaohe glanced at him lightly.

"No, it's my fault. It's my lack of frankness that creates a gap between us, and the lies can seep in." Lin Shouxi apologized.

"Then are you sincere now?" Xiaohe asked.

"Yes."

Lin Shouxi is willing to confess everything, and the careful deception in the past has turned into a desire to confide strangely at this moment, as if this is the only way to relief.

"Are you sincere?" Xiaohe asked again.

"What?" Lin Shouxi was startled.

"Is the sincerity achieved by piercing one's own lies counted as sincerity?" Xiaohe asked coldly.

Lin Shouxi remained silent.

Time passed slowly.

The long night was about to pass, the darkness of the horizon was pierced, and the hazy light came through the window, hitting Xiao He's cheeks, illuminating her delicate cheeks slightly, she tilted her head, her eyes were slightly red.

She remembered what her aunt had said to her when she was a child. The aunt said that she would never find love in her life. That was the advice her aunt told her to devote herself to cultivating Taoism. Today it sounds like a curse, a deep curse, and she cannot get rid of it.

"Let me continue talking about the matter between me and Master." Lin Shouxi spoke again.

He had been talking all night, his already tired body became more weak, his lips were dry and cracked, and his voice was even hoarse and rough.

Xiaohe did not reply.

She thought about the days with Chu Yingchan, Chu Yingchan's white body and pure face, and the play and heart-to-heart conversation between them. She always regarded Chu Yingchan and Mu Shijing as the best. Sister, she trusted her unreservedly to like her, but she just realized today that it was just her own wishful thinking, and when she recalled pretending to be Lin Shouxi and getting along with Chu Yingchan, she realized belatedly that at that time Chu Chuying deliberately put on an air of arrogance, hoping that she would bully her.

Mu Shijing has long been aware of the anomalous relationship between them, and often reminds her that she doesn't take it seriously, and thinks that sister Mu is overwhelmed.

Looking back now, everything was so ironic.

Countless clues have long been placed in front of her. She is conceited and intelligent, but she has never noticed it.

Xiaohe leaned against the window, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Although she had thought about being with them forever in the past, it was just a shy thought in her heart. She never thought that Chu Yingchan, who seemed the most gentle and pure, would be the first to practice it... Even if she could understand Chu Ying Chan, but still couldn't suppress the sense of betrayal in his heart.

The light outside was getting brighter and brighter, but it couldn't illuminate her eyes.

Her pupils were hazy, as if they were about to condense into tears at any moment.

"Stop talking." Xiao He interrupted softly: "I don't want to hear it now."

She knew that there must have been a tortuous, bizarre and lingering story between him and Chu Yingchan, just like the one between her and Lin Shouxi.These stories are hidden in the trips to the undead country that he has hidden in the past. Although she doesn't know the details, she can more or less imagine it.

She has no intention of listening to such a story now, because it is not a pure story, but a story related to her, and she is even afraid that she will be moved by this story.

"But I want to say." Lin Shouxi said stubbornly.

He took a breath, his wounded chest heaved weakly, and the syllables in his words that should have been clear were erased by the crow-like hoarseness, making him look thin and vague. He collected himself and thought about where to start.

In the past, Lin Shouxi actually thought about the scene where he confessed to Xiaohe countless times, and he also thought about how to tell the story countless times so that Xiaohe could accept it more easily.

For this reason, he thought of many ways, such as blaming Luo Chu'e for this feeling, blaming it for the curse of Slaanesh, blaming it for the oppressive oppression of the undead kingdom...

But he doesn't want to find any excuses now, he and Chu Yingchan are both human beings, they are cultivators, born with unfettered spiritual will, their love is in the final analysis each other's choice, its formation is a dark twist Yes, but it is also pure and sublime... Neither Luo Chu'e nor the curse of Slaanesh can really control it and shake it.

He just wanted to narrate everything impartially.

"I do not want to hear."

Xiaohe was also stubborn, she asked: "If you wanted to tell me, you should have told me when we met again, why didn't you tell me, are you afraid that I won't understand?"

"You were so happy then, I don't want to make you sad." Lin Shouxi said.

"Are you looking after me?" Xiaohe asked.

"No, maybe it's just my selfishness." Lin Shouxi was uncertain.

"It would have been nice if you had the awareness you have now." Xiaohe sighed softly.

Lin Shouxi closed his dry lips, and did not force his mouth to speak again.

It's getting brighter outside.

The bell rang and echoed in the temple.

"How many times have you had sex with her?" Xiaohe asked suddenly, the girl's explicit words were bland and lazy, as if she was just asking him if he had eaten today.

"One night." Lin Shouxi replied.

"Only for one night?"

"Ah."

"You heartless man." Xiaohe said quietly, she didn't know who she was scolding for, she paused, and then asked: "Are you comfortable?"

"Um……"

"Did you also call them master and apprentice at that time?" Xiaohe asked again.

"Sometimes." Lin Shouxi said.

"sometimes?"

"Well, sometimes it's reversed, and sometimes, it's something else..."

"Others? Like?"

"for example……"

Lin Shouxi's voice became softer and hoarse.

Xiaohe listened quietly while interrogating, occasionally frowning her eyebrows.

About half an hour later, Xiaohe finished interrogating all the questions he wanted to ask, except that he didn't ask a word about their love process.

"If you want to tell me the story between you, you can come to me later."

"Looking for...you?"

"Well, I will leave after you recover from your injury, and you can come to me then." Xiaohe said flatly, "Of course, whether I see you or not depends entirely on my mood."

Xiaohe took a glass of water and poured it for Lin Shouxi, who had dry lips, then picked out a scripture, pushed the door out, and said calmly, "I'm going to give a lecture to the children."

Lin Shouxi's lips were finally moistened. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Xiaohe stopped him: "I said it, I don't want to hear it."

As soon as the words fell, an invisible force emerged, restraining Lin Shouxi, preventing him from making any sound.

This is the power of God's orders.

There is still a divine order between him and Xiaohe.

"We are not Taoist couples now."

Xiaohe leaned down, with a soft and lingering smile in her eyes, she gently raised her red lips, "Don't forget, I am your... master."

(End of this chapter)