Chapter 136: Find Yourself

Jiang Luo soaked in the pool for a whole hour.

After an hour, he stepped out of the pool and took a towel from Master Wei He. Wei He asked tentatively, "How was it?"

Jiang Luo only felt that all the tiredness in his body had disappeared, he was refreshed and his mind was cleansed as if he had been cleansed. He wiped the water dew on his body, and felt that Taoist Master Wei He also looked much more kind, but for some reason, he didn't have much interest in conversation, "Not bad."

The Fated Man smiled and said, "Go back."

Jiang Luo put on his clothes and walked back with them. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the lush green mountains, his heart did not fluctuate much.

The Fated One asked, "Outside it's thick snow stretches on and on, here the grass grows and flies, do you like the sight?"

Jiang Luo sniffed and looked towards the scenery around him, he clearly remembered that he did like a good vibrant scenery, and his mood would rise with pleasure as a result. But he didn't feel anything at the moment, so he said lightly, "It's okay."

As soon as these two words were uttered, Jiang Luo realized that something was wrong.

Is there something wrong with his mood?

It's not too bland.

Jiang Luo tried to think of the dirty deeds done by the Qi family and the Chi family, but the ruthlessness that used to want to destroy these two families was now completely eliminated, and there was even a kind of thinness that was not involved in the matter.

He thought about Lu Youyi and Ye Xun, Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, but his emotions did not fluctuate because of these people.

At the end of the day, it was only when he thought of Chi You that Jiang Luo's emotions moved violently, rippling.

His reason told him plainly that something was wrong with him.

What was washed away seemed not to be the filth left in him by the evil spirit, but his malice and lust.

Even though his mind was clear, his emotions were flat, and he had no desire to change them.

Jiang Luo even knew what kind of thoughts he would have in a normal state, knew what he was like. But at this moment, he didn't bother to count on that.

Behind him, the Taoist priest Wei He walks with the Fated Man.

Taoist Master Wei He looked at Jiang Luo's back and hesitated for a long time, but still spoke, "You added your blood and water to the spring pool, and the efficacy has multiplied. Jiang Luo's effect is as long as a month after a single bath, and after a few more such baths, he will have completely changed his appearance."

Having lost the desire and the evil thought of being a human being, it will approximately become the same as the predestined person who has a heart for the world, but is indifferent to all things in the world.

Taoist Master Wei He didn't know if it was a good or bad idea to do this now, after all Jiang Luo was still very young, the same age as Lian Xue and the others. When he was old, he would always go soft on the younger generation, Wei He sighed, "Isn't this too soon?"

The Predestined Man said slowly, "His lust is too heavy, and the time has come for it to be removed."

Wei He Taoist long then no longer say more, turned to say: "the mountain came a lot of news, a state agency is investigating the Chi family, found out a lot of things, the Chi family estimate to be unlucky. Tianshifu do not know what is going on, also followed the Chi family Chi family delineated boundaries, I heard that the Tianshi personally issued a through temper, Zhuo Zhengyu guy also for his daughter with the Tianshi stood on a line, it is said to be the Chi Chi two families want to his daughter and his daughter's classmates to lay their hands on him."

"Not only them, Birch University has also sued these two families to the Xuan Ling Joint Office Division, and the top management of the Joint Office knows you, and has specially delayed the court hearing to ask if you still protect these two families."

Wei He Taoist Master drew out a letter from his bosom and handed it to the predestined man, "They want to know whether these two families are doing this for selfish purposes or for the metaphysical world, if it is for the metaphysical world, they will bail out these two families even if they take the blame, and sentence White Birch University to fail in the court trial, which is also considered as a contribution to the metaphysical world."

The Fated Man, however, did not take the letter, and he said softly, "There's no need to protect it, and what they've done this time has made me a bit angry as well."

"They've already exceeded my bottom line," the Fatalist said calmly in a gentle voice, "I said that Jiang Luo couldn't have any accidents, yet they laid their hands on Jiang Luo. The future of the metaphysical world is no longer in their sights, and they are useless."

Wei He The Taoist priest listened as the predestined man finished his last words, "Throw them away."

It was like throwing away an ant or a bag of useless garbage, and the tone of the predestined man didn't even change in the slightest.

"Yes." Taoist Master Wei He responded with a shiver in his heart.

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Jiang Luo returned to his room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, not yet having changed out of the wet clothes he wore inside the duvet.

The clothes grew cold and hard, drawing away the warmth of the outerwear. The backs of Jiang Luo's hands are pale and his lips are purple from the cold.

But he didn't want to pay attention to that right now.

He was as motionless as a rock, his eyes darting around as he scanned the room.

The rooms are regular, nothing new and boring.

But Jiang Luo's rational sense of boredom is not matched by a corresponding emotion.

Subtle antipathies are born, and when the antipathies accumulate, Jiang Luo develops a feeling of loathing.

He hated himself in this state.

So he began to think frantically about the Evil Ghost, which he didn't want to, but now that crazy man was the only one who could drive his emotions. Jiang Luo thought about their earlier encounter, about the eighteen times the Evil Ghost had killed him, and the three times he hadn't returned the favor.

Thinking about that time in bed, thinking that he had poked the evil spirit's heart, and that a psychopath like Chi You had fallen in love with him and fled in front of him, Jiang Luo had the upper hand. Jiang Luo has the upper hand. Sooner or later, he is going to subjugate the evil spirit, and the evil spirit is also thinking of conquering him.

The tip of the knife, the blood, the pinch of smoke.

Sweat and pleasure.

The fluctuation of emotions grew bigger and bigger, suddenly breaking the deadlock. Jiang Luo's brows furrowed, and as if he had broken free, his entire body abruptly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

He lay back, shivering, and wrapped the covers around himself.

But Jiang Luo was enjoying the cold for the moment, his lips trembling as he muttered to himself, "It's cold, cold ......"

"When you're cold, you need to be covered, and that feeling is called warmth ......"

He roped off a big push and only after he felt he was back to normal did he take off his wet clothes and redress into clean, warm clothing.

There was a warmer beside the table, he poured a cup of hot water and drank it down his stomach before finally coming out of the cold. Jiang Luo looked down at the hot water, his eyes clouded as he held the cup, a strong murderous intent and annoyance grew in his heart.

That state just now was horrible, it wasn't even himself.

Jiang Luo feels sick to his stomach when he thinks of the spring pool that made him what he is.

But the hostility and disgust appeared and disappeared just as quickly as they were suppressed. Before Jiang Luo could let go of these fires, they disappeared all by themselves.

Jiang Luo understands that this is because he has not fully recovered.

Now is not the time for anger, Jiang Luo contemplated for a moment, then suddenly took a step back and loosened his hands.

The porcelain cup in his hand abruptly fell to the ground, and after a crunching sound, it fell into large and small pieces.

Jiang Luo picked up a piece of porcelain from the not too big and not too small, with two sides of the tip mounted on the body, expressionless re-exit the door.

As he went out of the mansion, a young boy asked, "Senior brother, where are you going?"

Jiang Luo indifferently said, "Go out for a walk."

The boy didn't stop him and watched him walk out.

The open space in front of the courtyard gate was cleared by the boy, but the rest of the place was still piled with thick white snow. Jiang Luo picked up a random direction to walk in, and when he got far enough away, he hid in a sheltered spot, picked up a porcelain tile, and slashed it down towards his wrist.

Blood flowed out instantly, staining the white snow on the ground.

Jiang Luo watched the loss of this blood faintly, and it wasn't long before his face paled to a sickly pallor.

Her lips were white, but her eyes gradually brightened.

Under the threat of blood loss and death, Jiang Luo's survival instinct for life was bursting at the limit. The intense excitement of life and death made his cerebral cortex tremble, and he completely got rid of the listless look he had just had. Jiang Luo pulled out a talisman to stop the bleeding from his pocket with trembling hands and pressed it on the wound, while the corners of his mouth were pulled higher and higher.

Jiang Luo doesn't care that the hemostatic charm has managed to burn a hideous scar on the wound. With a tall smile on his face, he hums and pulls his sleeve down to cover the cut, the dizziness and suffocation from blood loss not stopping him from feeling good.

He even wanted to shout, This is what it feels like!

After nearly suffocating himself with that windless feeling, Jiang Luo sat down to rest for a while, wanting another cigarette to celebrate the fact that he'd found himself.

After regaining some of his strength, Jiang Luo raised his hand again and began to wonder what Wei He and the Fated Man really meant.

Getting rid of defilement means getting rid of his lust? Turning him into a Taoist priest?

No, Ge Zhu is also a Taoist priest. Isn't he still a little rich?

Whatever the two of them were thinking, Jiang Luo was sick of that pool of water. He was foolishly tempted to go and destroy the pool, but given that he didn't have much strength at the moment, he could only let the idea go sadly.

Instead of destroying the water, Jiang Luo should think about what to do tomorrow.

Looking at their attitude, it seems that they are determined to remove the dirt from Jiang Luo's body. Just one hour of soaking today made Jiang Luo change so much. Today he can still realize that he is wrong, what about tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow? What about tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow?

Jiang Luo really, really doesn't want to become like the Fated Man or the Lian family.

He looked at the vast expanse of snow reddened and scalded by his own blood and knew that clearing his head like this could only be done so many times.

There is only so much blood in a person's body, and Jiang Luo's body cannot afford a second crisis. If this happens again tomorrow, he will have to trade in his death for another one that will cause him life and death excitement.

Jiang Luo thought thoughtfully.

But will he himself, tomorrow, remember to rouse himself in this way?

Jiang Luo slowly stood up.

Instead of going back, he wrapped the clothes he was wearing tightly around himself, disposed of these traces of his blood, and intended to go down the mountain on that account.

Even if this might cause the anger of the Lian family and Feng Li, he didn't want to care. The consequences were not as important as himself.

Jiang Luo looked at the sky, picked a path, and buried his head down the mountain.