Floating clouds

Chapter 15 Chess Game

Mu Zheng saw that his lips were tightly pursed, so he knew that he didn't mean it, and he didn't point it out, and said: "The three of you each copy five hundred times of the Meditation Sutra, and hand it over to Lin Sheng within ten days. Prototype."

"what!"

Zhonghui and Lin Mingqi collapsed on the ground. Naughty people are most afraid of holding a pen. What they hold is a pen, and their hearts fly to nowhere. They may not be able to write a page when the ink is dry.

The two of them looked at Lin Xinglu with very guilty eyes at the same time.

However, Lin Xinglu seemed to have prepared for it long ago, and he didn't even move his eyebrows.

Mu Zheng said: "When you are kneeling here until the end, if I see someone slacking off, I will add another five hundred articles."

He turned around and walked out. As soon as he stepped out of the bamboo house, his bones loosened and he couldn't help coughing twice.

Lin Xinglu heard the sound of coughing getting farther and farther away, took out the puppet who could fight somersaults from the storage bag, put it between Lin Mingqi and Chonghui, and said, "Take it."

"This...doesn't this require three hundred spirit beads? Senior brother, where did you come from?" Chonghui stared at the puppet and exclaimed.

Lin Xinglu said, "I bought it."

He was too lazy to speak, and looked at the patriarch blankly, as if the patriarch had flowers on his face.

"Eldest brother, you are so kind, I...I will definitely finish copying the scriptures." Zhonghui touched the puppet carefully, and his eyes were red with emotion.

"Brother, don't be angry." Lin Mingqi knelt aside, gently tugged at the corner of Lin Xinglu's clothes, his big eyes were watery, pitiful and cute.

Lin Xinglu was indeed angry.

He carried Lin Mingqi back from the dead. He never thought that she would sneak away behind his back. She is his only blood relative in the world. If something happened to her...

Lin Xinglu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and snorted coldly.

Until Lin Sheng came to tell them to go back to sleep, he didn't say a word to Lin Mingqi, walking behind alone, Lin Sheng's posture was a bit unnatural, as if he was trying to hold back something, he couldn't hold back, and asked: " Uncle Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Sheng smiled wryly, and said, "It's okay, I was punished by the sect leader, and I'll be fine in two days."

Zhonghui and Lin Mingqi both lowered their heads, and stopped talking in guilt.

Lin Sheng seemed worried about meeting Lin Mingqi, and insisted on sending them back to Hanguang Courtyard. Lin Xinglu went back alone, and the room was lit with big lights, revealing a figure.

At this moment, his up and down heart finally fell into his chest, and he felt at ease.

Rice paper has been spread on the table, thick ink has been polished, and the scriptures used for copying are placed in front of the window under the pressure of a unicorn paperweight.

Mu Zheng was half lying on the chair reading a book, his face was pale, and he became a glass man without a trace of blood. Not only did he lose his energy, it seemed that his soul was injured, and his whole body had a faint breath, and he could no longer cough. It's gone, only the chest is still rising and falling.

Lin Xinglu stood there for a while. It is well known that Mu Zheng is not in good health, but he has never seen him like this before. Could it be that he was injured in the Hehuan Sect?

He remembered the bloodstain on Mu Zheng's sleeve when he came out, and said, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Zheng said, "A little bit."

Lin Xinglu looked at the weak Mu Zheng, and said, "I'll help you to rest."

From the moment Mu Zheng came to rescue them from Kunlun Xu, he was no longer wary of Mu Zheng, and even had a heart of respect and love for Mu Zheng.

After experiencing suffering, young people think that they have seen through human nature, but they don't know that human nature always has thousands of faces. Everyone has a mask of their own, and they never easily reveal their true colors.

Mu Zheng shook his head, stretched out his hand to cut off the lantern on the table, and asked him to copy scriptures without worrying about himself.

Lin Xinglu didn't move, showing a hesitant expression.

Mu Zheng asked, "What's wrong?"

A look of pain appeared on Lin Xinglu's face, and then his eyes flashed with determination, and he said, "Master, do you know anyone who can drive monsters to kill people?"

Mu Zheng said: "If a contract is concluded with a monster, everyone can drive it."

Lin Xinglu said: "Then what if you want to drive thousands of monsters?"

For a moment, Mu Zheng's eyes flickered, but he quickly closed his eyes, pondered for a moment and said: "If you want to drive so many monsters, unless you are the monster king."

Lin Xinglu said: "What about the Thousand Faced Demon? Can't he too? He can drive souls, so can he also drive monsters?"

If he practiced for another two years, he would never ask such a question. If a person exorcises ghosts, how can he exorcise living demons.

But Mu Zheng just smiled indulgently, and said: "Monsters are alive, but ghosts are not alive. Tong Bei doesn't have this ability yet. If anyone among the monks has this ability, maybe only Tang Wanzhang of the Kunlun School The door is closed, he has entered the stage of transforming gods, he can be regarded as a half-immortal."

Hearing the word Kunlun, Lin Xinglu's heart skipped a beat. Instead of saying a word, he pursed his lips even tighter, and picked up the pen without saying a word.

The homeland that became a city of blood, the ruined homeland, and the mother who pushed him into the secret path have all become his obsession and nightmare. If it cannot be broken, the huge rock in his heart will never be unloaded.

But no matter whether it is the Demon King or Tang Wan, he is unable to defeat him now.

He is still young and very talented, and his time is still long, and now he only needs to practice and endure.

Lin Xinglu picked up the pen, stopped suddenly, and said: "Master, the person who delivered the letter two nights ago was also in the inn, and he took them to reunite."

"Qin Ji?" Mu Zheng said.

"Ah."

"Don't bother with him."

Looking at Lin Xinglu's thin back, Mu Zheng fell into deep thought.

How could Qin Ji, the master of the peak, get involved with the Hehuan Sect?

Does he represent Kunlun, or does he mean it himself?

Soon Mu Zheng smiled again, it doesn't matter who represents them, they have already made a move, and now he is the one in charge of the chess, and the game is in his hands.

The night was already deep, and the cool wind was pleasant, blowing away the summer heat. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the bright moon, and a night rain came suddenly, which wet the Heart Sutra spread out in front of the window.

Meditation Sutra, I don't know whose heart is quieted?