They all want to kill me

Chapter 320 The Poor Monk Can Understand Master Now
Li Shuhong stood under the unattended stone statue and looked at it seriously.

These two stone statues have been weathered a lot, their faces have long been blurred, only the clothes on their bodies are barely discernible.

The stone statue of the female emperor was dressed in palace attire, and the outfit on the stone statue of the man was exactly the same as that of Li Shuhong who was now wearing a green shirt.

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Li Shuhong opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

How is this possible?
Could this be the result I told myself after I went back?

The obsession he pursued could not be this kind.

It's impossible!

At this moment Li Shuhong was really numb.

"Life simulation script?"

Goldfinger didn't respond.

Li Shuhong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Maybe the passer-by was lying?
Maybe this is still an illusion?

right!This must still be an illusion!

He remembered that he entered the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hall in Lingshan Temple!Even if you come back, you should come out of the hall!How could it appear in such a place?
He knew he was in a hurry, but he couldn't be in a hurry now.

To be honest, although he still thinks that he is still in the illusion, this is too much to confuse the real.

Even knowing that it is fake, my heart will still be affected.

Taking a deep breath, Li Shuhong felt his current realm strength.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, and his heart was almost clear.

Hollow Realm?

In other words, here, at this moment, he is using a character card.

And he didn't use character cards.

"It really is fake."

Although he knew just now, he still had a little doubt, but now he has no doubt at all.

"So this place is actually connected to the illusion just now?"

In other words, this is the entanglement deep in his heart.

He wanted to go home, but he didn't want to go back to the ordinary world without them.

And the illusion at this moment also represented his inner worries.

He was afraid that after he went back, their future would be like today's scene.

There was no point in staying here any longer, he planned to go back to the building outside the mountain to have a look.

But before that, I have to go to the palace first.

A gust of wind blew by, and the figure in the green shirt went with the wind.

The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes in amazement, "Could it be possible to see ghosts in broad daylight?!"

He shivered, turned his head and fled in a panic.

Naturally, there is no Zhaoyang in the palace, not even a trace of her existence.

This is also normal, after all, the current emperor is already the second emperor after her funeral.

Li Shuhong did not stay in the palace for long, but left quickly.

In front of the Zhaoling Mausoleum of Shoulong Mountain, which is tens of miles away from the capital, a swordsman in green shirt bypassed the poor old soldier guarding the tomb and came to the tombstone that no one had visited for a long time.

"It seems that Zhaoyang's nephew's family is not very filial."

Looking at the weathered tombstone in front of him, Li Shuhong murmured to himself.

The main reason is that he wants to hide his inner emotions, and he needs to keep himself in a relaxed state all the time in this way so as not to be disturbed in his heart.

Because there is only one sentence on the tombstone.

"The Tomb of Li Shuhong's Wife Li's Chaoyan".

The figure in the green shirt stood there for a long time, until the sun rose and the old soldier made his rounds, there was no one there anymore.

"Could it be that my eyes are dazzled?"

The old pawn squinted his eyes and lowered his head to observe, then he froze.

I saw an inconspicuous shoe print on the bluestone brick in front of the tombstone.

But there is only one shoe print.

A gust of morning wind blew by, and the old soldier looked around, but there was no one else here except him.

He subconsciously shuddered.

Luoyang City, in front of the building outside the mountain.

Li Shuhong looked up at the remnants of writing on the plaque that had been erased by the years, and was speechless for a while.

The three big characters of Shanwailou are still vigorous and powerful, but they are somewhat unclear.

"Son, are you also here to mourn His Majesty?"

An old voice rang in my ears.

Li Shuhong turned his head and saw an old man with a rough face staggering forward on crutches.

The old man walked to Li Shuhong's side and also looked up at the plaque.

"I lived near here when I was young. At that time, His Majesty would visit here in private every year. At that time, the old man gave the old man and his sister sweets.
"However, His Majesty has not been here for a long time, and the other sisters who came here with His Majesty have not been here for a long time."

He seemed a little confused, talking to himself as if ignoring the existence of Li Shuhong.

Li Shuhong just listened quietly.

The old man continued to ramble on a lot.

"Young man, you—"

But when he turned his head, he found that the blue shirt was no longer around him.

"Is it really just dazzled?"

The old man muttered to himself, "Your Majesty said that she was waiting for a person, and that person was wearing a green shirt."

Shaking his head, he bowed respectfully to the plaque three times before staggering away.

Under Lingshan Temple, Li Shuhong looked up at the ladder that seemed to have not changed since ancient times.

He has been back for a month.

This month, he traveled all over the country without stopping.

Taiping Academy, Spring and Autumn Jiange, Lishenzong.

He has been to these three places, but it seems that these three sects have never existed in this world.

No, you can't say that either.

Those places have become ruins, and Li Shuhong doesn't know about the other two places, but he can only find some traces of memory from some traces left in Taiping Academy.

That rotten Taoist nun, that gentle and serious scholar disguised as a man, that black-bellied little girl and her white-clothed female sword fairy master, that naive demon saint and her gentle sister master.
There are no traces of their existence in this world.

"Zhaoyang."

So the construction of those two stone statues in Zhaoyang was done in the hope that one day he would be able to recognize this strange world after he came back?
Is that the trace left by me and her?

Li Shuhong was speechless.

Now there is only this place left, the only place in this world that is related to him.

If there is nothing here, then he.
Shaking his head, Li Shuhong took a deep breath, and then floated up the peak.

The Lingshan Temple on the mountain is naturally in ruins.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hall was already in ruins.

But Li Shuhong still found a difference.

Because there is a thatched cottage not far from the ruins.

And there is a breath in the thatched cottage.

Li Shuhong appeared in front of the thatched cottage in an instant.

After hesitating for a long time, he raised his hand to wipe his body, and then slowly opened the door.

squeak-

The door was pushed open, and a musty smell rushed out from the room, followed by a coughing sound that seemed to cough out the lungs.

Li Shuhong walked into the house without changing his face.

There was nothing in the room except for a dilapidated wooden bed.

On the wooden bed sat cross-legged a skinny old monk with a hunched body.

He continued to cough as if he hadn't heard anything or seen Li Shuhong.

Li Shuhong walked slowly in front of him.

The skinny old monk seemed to have discovered something, and slowly raised his dark, cloudy and lifeless eyes.

There seemed to be a flash of light in those eyes for a moment, and then it quickly dimmed.

After coughing for a while, he stopped coughing and opened his mouth slowly.

The hoarse voice, like an old bellows, seemed to sound for the first time in decades.

"Now the poor monk finally understands how Master feels about the exiled immortal. Li Shizhu, 100 years have passed, and you are still so young. Compared with a hundred years ago, you have not changed at all."

"But you are already an old man." Li Shuhong didn't know what emotion was in his voice.

"Long time no see, painstaking."

(End of this chapter)