Compensate for mutilations.

In the evening, the sky was scarlet with flaming clouds, and the orange-red light fell into the yard.

He looked at her steadily, his dark and quiet eyes were like obsidian at the bottom of a pool, dark and cold, letting people not be able to grasp the emotions in them.

Seeing that she had managed to get his attention, Xu You smiled, "Master, since you don't believe in my fortune telling, why don't we make a bet?"

She was against the light, the thin light dyed the outline of her body, the tips of her hair in the evening breeze in a nice arc, she smiled freely and vividly.

Wen Ji said slowly, "What's the bet?"

His voice is like a jade pearl falling on a plate, and like the gurgling of water, clear and beautiful.

"If I win, the Grand Master will still be my husband," Xu You sat on the wall and wiggled his legs, "If I lose, I'll do whatever the Grand Master wants."

Such a passionate outpouring of emotion would have moved most people, but Wen Ji was not impressed.

"Skin is easy to age, flesh and blood are easy to rot, remove the skin and cut the flesh and blood to leave white bones, white bones are all the same," Wen Ji's left hand long fingers rubbed the Buddha beads on his hand, "If you lose, you will use your white bones to make bone beads."

Looking at him with a face devoid of sadness and joy, Xu You said, "Provided that the Master does not hide from me, does not expel me, is it possible for the Master to do so?"

It is to ask for a no-credit pass.

Winking Art: "May."

"Then Master will see you again tomorrow." After receiving Wen Shu's promise, Xu You climbed down the fence and headed down the mountain.

At this time, it is already late, if we do not hurry down the mountain, I am afraid that the mountain road is not very good.

Xu You just face light and breezy, but in fact a heart is beating wildly, nerves are taut.

She did not think that after ten years, Wen Ji still reacted so much to a cat, she thought he had forgotten, ten years of time is enough to fade everything, if she had not seen him feeding the cat, she would not have been so quick to say those words.

Fast wear this matter is signed a confidentiality agreement, if she mentions this aspect of the topic, the voice will be blocked out, if it is implied, no matter whether it is written or drawn, the memories of the mission object related to it will be eliminated, once this matter is disclosed, the world appeared to be a bug, the mission is directly counted as a failure, there is no room for maneuver.

She can't use fast wear to explain, that a cat after ten years to become a human being, or possession of another person's body, how to say this thing, how to think how bizarre, the ancient world is extremely fearful of avoiding the demonic and evil say.

If Wen Ji knew about it, he might treat her as some kind of evil god and overpass her, or he might hide far away from her, what should she do?

However, the more bizarre something is, the less likely it is to be guessed, Xu You smoothed out his emotions and took a step down the mountain.

--

That night, Winking Art had a dream.

It had been a long time since he'd had a dream about ten years ago.

In his dream he saw the little wildcat again, grayish-brown cross-hatched, with a white mouth and white belly on all four limbs, and it had penetrating eyes.

And those penetrating eyes appeared on a woman.

When he took the sharp stone and smashed it against the woman's head, the eyes opened, much like it.

He stopped his hand for a long time, no longer able to get it down.

Wenjutsu opened his eyes and woke up, sitting up and gasping for air, his five fingers curling up to grip the covers.

The late night was quiet and the windows fell with a silver glow.

He closed his eyes as the bloody scene filled and unfolded, warm blood splattering his face, neck and hands as he heard someone scream in agony and saw the man's body spasm and convulse with pain.

The malice that had been pressed in his heart for so many years rushed out like a mountain torrent, and it was difficult to restrain it.

More blood, more.

He was nearly trembling with excitement and let out a moan that seemed ambiguous and painful . . chanting.

He had only killed someone once, but that feeling was imprinted deep into his heart through his torso, as if it had bred a demon in his heart.

The demonic monk had said, "Winking techniques, people are also Buddhas and devils, you are not at fault, you just help them get rid of the devil."

The demons in his heart were like demons in the abyss, devouring his heart step by step, spreading all kinds of darkness, he wrote a blood curse but never used it, because the only shimmering light left in his heart came from the cat.

Despite this, he is still walking on the edge of a cliff, ready to step into the abyss of ten thousand fathoms and not be allowed to live.

Later, Master Xuan Jing appeared and took him to practise Buddhism, he found a seat of peace in the scriptures and temporarily suppressed the devil in his heart, but he always felt that his heart was empty and something was missing.

Until today, he seemed to have found the solution to the problem.

That woman, one of her lives, her blood, her bones, would fall into his hands.

The thought of it made him pleasant as could be, and it had nothing to do with favorites.

Wen Ji picked up the Buddha beads on his pillow and gently turned them, the bottom of his eyes lit up with clear and cold killing intent, and he laughed wordlessly.

--

Xu You got up early the next day, loaded a basket of things and went to Sunwonji Temple, this time she did not go around the back, directly to the main entrance, see the monks will hand out a box of osmanthus cakes, until the return to the garden and no one to stop, must have been wen ji commanded.

"Master." Xu You didn't see anyone in the courtyard, so she knocked on the door of the room and got no response, unsure if Wenjiao was ignoring her or if the person wasn't there.

After thinking about it, she slumped down on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, picked up a scroll of scripture on the table, and looked at it with difficulty.

Really can not read, Xu You sleepy, snorted, just put down the scripture, the door of the courtyard opened.

Wen Ji was wearing a monk's robe and his hair was tied casually with a hairband, giving him a sense of idleness and calmness.

"What has the Master gone to do?"

WENJI: "Morning class, listening to the scriptures."

Xu You think of it, Master Xuan Jing daily to give Wen Ji a scripture speech for an hour, monks wearing monk robes are bald, Wen Ji will not bundle hair, it will be tied with your hand, ink hair monks clothes, giving a feeling of inoffensiveness, but also people have a kind of impulse to want to blaspheme.

Seeing that he was finally socializing with her in a normal way, Xu You didn't want to look too directly at her, so she turned her eyes away.

Wen Ji changed his clothes, and then read the scriptures and history in the courtyard, the extra person in the courtyard has no effect on him, similar to the extra pots of plants.

Xu You also thought that he quite like cats, after a few days of discovery, the last time I saw those cats are not his, is the temple idle wild cats, can go or stay, he just daily evening put some food to them, they eat almost will leave, as for how they are after that, wen jiu does not care.

When Wen Shu came down the mountain, Xu You naturally joined him.

All the way along the companion is Xu You in the speech, Wen Shu accidentally respond to a word or two, but not cold, but there is a kind of inexplicable sense of harmony and cohesion.

Far away to see a slightly larger than average courtyard tavern, already after lunchtime meal, there are still quite a lot of people, the noise is somewhat lively.

"Master." Many people noticed Wen Ji and didn't dare to come forward to disturb him too much, so they called out respectfully, their eyes still staying on him.

Wen Ji nodded slightly, Lingling Ye greeted him with a joyful smile, but when he saw Xu You beside him, his expression faded a bit, "Leave the right seat empty for the master, I will order the second to serve the food."

The rightmost window seat is separated by an openwork carved screen, which Lingling Ye has reserved for Wen Ji, even if there are not enough seats for the many guests on weekdays.

Wen Ji's voice was muted as he said, "No need, a plate of stir-fried radish will do."

As soon as Xu You and Wen Ji were seated, the food was served. Lingling Ye, of course, did not just serve a stir-fried radish, but also a lot of vegetarian food, which filled the whole table.

Lingling Ye knelt down next to Wen Ji and wanted to pour him tea, but when she noticed a slight impatience between his flat brows, she stopped her movement, knowing that Wen Ji did not like people to get close and bother him, especially during meals.

But what about Xu You?

Lingling Ye looked up at Xu You, who was eating happily across the table, and she didn't see it at all, and Wen Ji had no intention of driving her away.

"There are still seats available in the tavern, why don't you go outside and take it as my treat," Lingling Ye said, "but don't disturb the Master with your meal."

Xu You didn't even raise his head, his cheeks bulging, and said vaguely, "It's up to the master to decide whether to bother him or not."

The implication is that Master Man hasn't said anything yet, so why are you being stubborn here?

Lingling Ye bit her lower lip, turned her head, and called softly in a long drawn out tail, "Master-"

Wen Ji's eyelashes were slightly drooping, his expression was light, and he had no intention of opening his mouth to speak.

Lingling Ye was frozen there for a while, but when a customer called her, she left the words "Master, enjoy your meal" and got up to leave, casting a glance at Xu You.

Xu You did not notice, only think that the vegetarian food here than Sunwonji Temple's better, more kinds of vegetables, there are lotus root squash and eggplant and so on; more fancy, fried steamed boiled, and seasoning sauce, and Sunwonji Temple's vegetarian food, she followed the wen jiao ate twice, white porridge steamed buns, two green vegetables, two pickled vegetables, no, bland, and it is no wonder that wen jiao want to run down the mountain to eat. to eat.

But as a carnivore, Xu You tasted all the ingredients in front of him and stopped eating.

She ate the most is that dish of stir-fried radish, not so much delicious, just strange a table of dishes, Wen Shu only eat this radish, the previous order also said radish, Lingling Ye every time to send food to the mountain, he also only eat radish.

What, how about being honest about him being a rabbit?

Xu You : "Why does the master only eat radish?" Is there a reminiscence of the past.

Wen Ji didn't say anything, and when he saw that she was almost done eating, he got up and headed out the door.

"Master used it so quickly this time, but the meal is not appetizing? Why don't you serve some more snacks?" Lingling Ye hurriedly greeted him.

Wen Ji took out his money pouch and settled the bill, then said, "Three days later after lunch time closed the door to rest for half a day."

If she didn't take his money, she was afraid that he wouldn't come next time. Lingling Ye collected the money and quickly said, "Listen to the master, thank you master." The Winking Art Divination was accurate and helped her avoid two unfavorable times, how could she dare not listen.

"No need."

Xu You followed him away and asked him after he had gone far away, "Have you figured out anything?"

Truly, she was quite curious about this metaphysics.

Wen Ji glanced at her, seeing her inquisitive face, then said, "Some time ago, King Yi conspired against the king, Yi Wang's family was copied, and the servants were exiled from the north to the south via Jianan City, and would pass through here to rest in three days, and there were lecherous men among the envoys."

He turned the Buddha beads in his hand, "And there are unknowns in Miss Ye's trigrams."

After speaking in this manner, Xu You became even more curious.

Three days later, she asked someone to inquire about it, and there was really a group of envoys passing through that street with exiled people, and their attitudes were quite violent, taking whips to whip the exiles while asking the townspeople, "Which tavern in the vicinity is doing good business?"

The people in the city saw his loud voice and cursing, so they had to say, "There's a tavern down the road, the owner's name is Ye, and the wine is good."

The group of envoys then drove the exiles away to take a break, not realizing that the tavern was not open, so they went to the tavern on the opposite street.

Xu You listened, a sigh of relief, especially want to let Wen Ji give her a divination, to see if he can super god figure out her identity as a fast wearer.

Seven Eight: "Don't think about all this nonsense all day long, with the system interfering, he won't be able to do the math even if he wants to."

Xu You could only stop, after all, if she really counted it out, the one who was shocked was not only Wen Ji, but also her.

A few days later, there came a famous painter, called Yun Junzhi, he was ten years old painted a picture of birds, known as the work of a child prodigy, and then his reputation grew louder and louder, rumor has it that his paintings are so lifelike that it's hard to find a piece for a thousand pieces of gold, and he swims freely in the mountains and waters, so that the ordinary people can't even see him.

This time he suddenly appeared at Sunwonji Temple, much to the surprise of everyone.

"I have long admired Master Wenjiao," said Rhyme Junzhi, "I have come here to paint a picture for the Master, and in order to fulfill my heart's desire, I hope that the Master will appreciate my face."

Xu You could see that Wen Ji didn't really want to reward him, but noting the gazes of the entire temple who were dying to hold him down and have Rhyme Junzhi paint him, he nodded.

The door to the Returning Court was closed, isolating the sound and sight of the others.

Xu You sat far away on a bamboo chair and watched Yunjunzhi painting and sniffing.

Today's weather is very good, the sky is blue, white clouds into clusters, daylight melting, the courtyard lit some sandalwood incense, the environment is so quiet that people want to nap.

Xu You always feel that he has a kind of sharp bamboo breaking the ground like untamed, diving practice of Buddhism so that he moisturized the hostility and untamed, leaving more cold.

Xu You drop your eyes to see a string of Buddha beads hanging from his left hand, while his right ......

A light breeze, warmed slightly by the sun, rustled the branches and leaves, and the empty shirts on his right side were blown over.

His eyelashes were slightly downcast, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, the wind stopped.

Rhyme Junzhi's eyes flicked over Wen Ji, and he laughed silently as he dropped his brush once more.

......

As the sun was setting, the small court was shrouded in a light orange-red color, and the cries of birds in the forest were faintly heard.

Rhyme Junzhi handed over the ink-dried painting and smiled casually, "I still hope that the master will smile and accept it, so I will continue to walk in the clouds and mountains and water, and I will see you again if I have the chance."

Wen Ji didn't look at the painting either and casually rolled it up, "Thank you."

Rhyme Jun Zhi left, only two people were left in the courtyard again, Wen Ji turned his head to see Xu You hunkered down in a bamboo chair and fell asleep, her hair was rubbed a bit messy, a few strands of broken hair hanging down, one strand sticking to her reddish lips.

As if she had dreamed of something delicious, she unconsciously licked her lips, which were moist and pretty.

The evening breeze got a little cooler, and she subconsciously curled herself up, both hands hugging her knees, her bent neck rooted white and slender.

Smell Art averted his eyes and smoothly unfolded the painting in his hand.

In the painting, he had a cold brow, was dressed in green, and held Buddha beads in his left hand, while on his right side there was a thin white hand under the sleeve of his coat.

Wen Ji was stunned, and on closer inspection noticed the goose-yellow hem of his green coat after.

The man hid behind him, trying to make up for the crippling effects of his painting in this way.

After a long time, Wen Ji closed the painting and raised his eyes to the bamboo chair, the little girl who was sleeping in a goose-yellow dress.

Twilight is approaching, the light of the setting sun is getting fainter and fainter, but also the shadow of the two people who are sitting and standing in the courtyard is getting longer and longer.