A beautiful lady dressed as a devil

Chapter 47

When the candles in the main hall were lit again, the situation of the two people on the ground was very chaotic.

Yin Sui's face was pale, sporadic bloodstains spilled from his lips, his concealed eyelashes could not cover the still rich scarlet in his eyes, and the back of his hands exposed under his sleeves were covered with thin and long cuts, the wounds were deep inside and narrow outside, unexpectedly Bloodstains that seemed to erupt from the body.

And Jiang Shuo's appearance was even more messy, most of his robes were torn to pieces, leaving only a barely intact white underclothes, his bundled hair had long since fallen apart, extending from the side of his face down to his collarbone. It was a bite mark, and the blood stained the neckline, which looked shocking.

When the candle was lit, Jiang Shuo suddenly saw the light, closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened it again, he saw Yin Sui quickly let go of the hand around Jiang Shuo's waist, silently turning his face away.

Jiang Shuo stared at him for a while.

"I didn't cry." Moxiu emphasized coldly, with a strong nasal voice.

Jiang Shuo didn't entangle Yin Sui with such details that only children would care about. He looked down, got up, took off his tattered outer robe and threw it away, only wearing an inner garment, and walked to a nearby place. On the side of the candlestick, raise your hand to light the other red candles one by one.

Just now, the last burning talisman in Jiang Shuo's sleeve has been used up. If Yin Sui goes crazy again, he has no ability to deal with it.

Jiang Shuo lowered his eyelashes and lit the whole candlestick before turning to look at Moxiu, his tone was light: "Are you awake?"

Yin Sui's face was abnormally pale, he pressed his lips and coughed twice, coughed up more foam, and said in a low voice: "I am fine."

Jiang Shuo: "...the next time you try to be brave, you can swallow the blood first."

Yin Sui: "."

Under the candlelight, the appearance of the hall reappeared in front of Jiang Shuo's eyes. He glanced around, and first noticed the still lifeless corpse of "Kuang Wuji" not far away, and the unconscious figure of a servant farther away.

Yin Sui's eyes glanced over "Kuang Wuji" indifferently, and also fell on the servant.

Jiang Shuo noticed that Moxiu moved his fingers slightly, and the body of the servant of Xuanji Gate bounced twice on the ground, and then gradually curled up in a distorted posture.

Jiang Shuo was startled, but quickly realized.Yin Sui wants to crush this man's bones and flesh alive!

"Yin Sui!" Jiang Shuo immediately frowned and walked over quickly.

Yin Sui glanced at him and relaxed, seeing that the servant was half dead, he simply raised his hand and threw him out of the window, making a dull sound.

"Looking annoying." Yin Sui lazily explained.

Jiang Shuo walked to his side, saw Moxiu's deep red eyes, and suddenly felt that the blood color in them was a little more intense than what he saw before.

"You..." Jiang Shuo opened his mouth, paused before continuing, "The devilish energy on his body is getting heavier."

Yin Sui's voice was cold: "This deity is a demon cultivator. What's the difference whether the demon energy is heavy or light?"

Jiang Shuo was silent for a moment.

Naturally there is a difference.Just like righteous monks who dare not take too many pills to improve their cultivation at one time, demonic cultivators are also prone to die due to the unbearable body, damage to the spiritual core, or even body explosion when the demon energy in the body soars and the spiritual power surges in a short period of time. Death.

At the same time, too much demon energy can easily cause demon cultivators to lose their minds, increase their demon nature, be cruel, murderous, and lustful.There are many examples of demon cultivators causing chaos because they cannot control the growth of their cultivation base and demon energy.

Everyone in the world seeks to improve their cultivation quickly, but it is too late to go too far. This has been the case since ancient times.

"Jiuhua has the secret book to teach you to control the increase of spiritual power, you..." Jiang Shuo was interrupted in the middle of his speech.

Yin Sui mocked lightly: "You still think that the deity is Jiuhua's disciple?"

Jiang Shuo was taken aback.

"Or," Moxiu patted the dust on his clothes, stood up slowly, and did not hide the contempt and sarcasm in his eyes, "Do you still think of yourself as the Taoist partner of Jiuhua Dongyan, Master?"

The last two words were bitten by him very hard, with a bloody smell, Yin Sui said again: "I let you go today, not because I pity you, nor because I have no power, but—"

But what, Yin Sui silenced.

Jiang Shuo, who was listening attentively, cast a slightly puzzled look.

Moxiu frowned tightly, jumped away from what he couldn't finish, but asked in a vicious voice, "Why don't you call me Yun'er?"

Jiang Shuo lowered his eyes and said calmly, "You have your own name, how can people like me call it whatever you want?"

"..." Yin Sui's face was gloomy, staring at Jiang Shuo who was only wearing a snow-white coat, his heart was full of tyrannical emotions, and the temperature in the hall became colder.

"Xuanji Gate also has such ancient books that suppress spiritual power." Yin Sui said suddenly, with a blank expression on his face, "But I am too lazy to look for it. If you want to read it, you can go to the scripture hall by yourself."

Jiang Shuo glanced at him and said, "What's the use of me reading it? Your Majesty needs these suppression techniques more, so as not to die in any hall due to the increase of demonic energy and exploding body."

Yin Sui felt the blue veins on his forehead twitch, suppressed his anger and said, "You call me one more time, the deity will be..."

Jiang Shuo simply bypassed him and walked out of the hall.

"Stop." Moxiu's extremely cold voice sounded.

Yin Sui said with a gloomy face: "I will go to read those ancient books, but you can't call me any more. If you insist on this, if you call me, I will go outside and kill someone."

Jiang Shuo: "..."

It's really a bit...funny when this stinky temper flares up.

Jiang Shuo turned around, and was about to say something, when he heard a muffled sound—Yin Sui, who was still in good shape just now, swayed twice and fell to his knees.

When Yin Sui woke up again, he opened his eyes and saw the lotus-blue tent, heard the soft chirping of young birds outside the window, and thought he was in Jiuhua Qutai in a trance.

"Master..." He opened his mouth for a moment, then quickly closed his mouth again.

The powerful flow of spiritual power surging in his body and the violent killing intent churning in his chest all the time made Yin Sui quickly recall who he is now.

He is no longer Yu Yun, a young disciple of Jiuhua who needs to put up with disguises everywhere, has a low level of cultivation and is controlled by others.

He is... Yin Sui.

Yin Sui lay on the couch for a long time, his eyes fixed on the roof of the tent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.It wasn't until a snow-white thing jumped from the foot of the bed onto the couch, and then unscrupulously jumped onto Moxiu's chest, that he regained his senses.

Little Snow Rabbit looked at the man curiously.

"..." Yin Sui raised his hand, squeezed the back of the rabbit's neck, picked it up and threw it into the quilt, looked around, and found that this was the small yard he had prepared for Jiang Shuo.

Xuetu jumped off the bed and jumped out of the door in fright. Yin Sui followed it out and saw Jiang Shuo sitting under the tree.

Jiang Shuo moved a short table to the courtyard, and placed it under the largest peach blossom tree. At this time, the table was full of dilapidated bamboo slips and ancient books. What to write on paper.

Yin Sui glanced at the trees in the courtyard, and there were only a few of the peach blossoms that bloomed beautifully before, feeling something strange, so he said, "How long have you been sleeping?"

Jiang Shuo seemed to have just noticed someone coming out of the room, and he was slightly taken aback, and replied, "About... half a month."

Yin Sui: "."

No wonder the rabbit felt a lot fatter.

Half a month is really not a long time for a monk. The longest time Yin Sui ever stayed without eating or drinking was when he was seriously injured decades ago. He passed out in a grotto outside the Great Wall. It took a whole year to wake up, and when he woke up, he was still the only one in the grotto, with a scrawny body and a face like a ghost.

But at this moment, Yin Sui stared at Jiang Shuo's faint black eyes, and frowned: "Why did I sleep for so long?"

Jiang Shuo put down the pen in his hand: "Forcibly suppressing the riot spirit flow, the meridian and spirit core should be damaged, so it fell into a coma."

Yin Sui went to the courtyard, picked up a volume of ancient books, and flipped through it twice. The sentences were obscure, and they were probably some magic skills.

Yin Sui dropped the book, looked at Jiang Shuo curiously, and said strangely: "If you also want to become a demon, this deity can teach you a simpler method directly, and you don't need to read the things in this broken book."

"..." Jiang Shuo raised his eyes and said in a calm tone, "I'm for you."

Yin Sui paused, then sat down beside the desk as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's just an occasional spiritual loss of control, and this deity is fine."

"Why did it get out of control?" Jiang Shuo asked.

Yin Sui grabbed the snow rabbit's ears next to him, grabbed the snow rabbit in his arms to play, and said casually: "Since the deity has been reborn, so what if there are some sequelae?"

Jiang Shuo was silent for a while, then whispered, "Is it the resurrection spell?"

Resurrection is not a common spell name. If everyone can die and come back to life, what kind of immortality do we need to pursue, what kind of immortality do we pursue?Jiang Shuo searched through Xuanjimen's collection of books, but only found sporadic words in a few ancient books.

Yin Sui pinched the snow rabbit's ears and let it kick its legs crazily, with a meaningless tone: "Of course it's the ancient soul resurrection technique."

Jiang Shuo put away the pen and paper, and asked, "Who is Kuang Wuji now?"

Yin Sui's brows twitched slightly, he remembered this incident, and said first: "It hasn't come to trouble you for half a month, has it?"

Jiang Shuo said, "Come here."

Yin Sui's eyes darkened suddenly.

"He walked around outside the magic circle in the yard a few times and said some inexplicable words." Jiang Shuo slowly sorted out the books on the desk while thinking: "But it seems that he doesn't want to kill me, so let him went."

Yin Sui raised the corners of his lips and sneered: "Of course it doesn't have to kill you at this time. After all, it still wants to use you to create conflicts in the three realms, and to stimulate this deity from time to time."

"The more turbulent the world is, the happier it is." Yin Sui looked into the distance and mocked, "This kind of thing that can only survive by evil thoughts is really pitiful and ridiculous."

Jiang Shuo stopped sorting out the ancient books, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Su Yan?"

Yin Sui didn't understand, thinking of the existence of that thing made him feel restless, and his tone was impatient: "What?"

"There is a saying in "Bodhicitta", 'The evil thoughts come up when the calamity is not over.'" Jiang Shuo moved the ancient book he had finished reading under the peach blossom tree root, and lowered his eyelashes, "Later generations will use the word "Su calamity" to represent The doomed disaster is also used to call the thing you said."

How did Yin Sui know this? He doesn't like reading books, let alone where he learned the name from. He couldn't help frowning: "There is a record of this thing in the book?"

Jiang Shuo took a breath of relief after finishing the case, and said calmly, "There are 53 ancient books in Jiuhua that record natural and man-made disasters from the early Hongmeng period to the present, and there are 37 books in Xuanjimen, among which there are 74 records about the rebellion caused by the catastrophe. .”

Jiang Shuo raised his hand and clicked on a stack of papers on the table, which was filled with elegant handwriting: "More than 200 years ago, there was a catastrophe and a sect of cultivation, which caused more than [-] people to die, and more than a hundred people lost their souls. , wounding more than seven thousand people."

"800 years ago, Su Yang hid in the Yiling Temple for ten years, absorbing the spiritual wisdom of tens of thousands of ordinary people, and was later dispersed and suppressed by eminent monks."

"600 years ago, Su Yang flowed down the water outside the city, and was drunk by more than [-] people in the city. The corpses in the city died for more than a month before they were finally discovered. Appear again."

"——Suspicious people, tangible and intangible, like a human being with a mouth that can speak, born in the world, full of evil thoughts gathered in the world."

Jiang Shuo raised his eyes from the table and looked at Yin Sui who was sitting opposite him.Moxiu's eyes at this moment were pure jet black, filled with indescribable emotions.

"Yun'er." Jiang Shuo said, "How many years has it been since Su Yan found you?"

Yin Sui's mind has been in a trance since Jiang Shuo's first sentence, and the same sentence echoed in his mind over and over again.

That thing... has a name.

It appeared a long time ago, it was a disaster for the world for a long time, and it was recorded in several ancient books.

He once thought... Su Yan was his inner demon that had condensed into a solid body.No matter how bad it is, it should be a monster that was born and came because of him.

How many years he has been trapped in this vain pain and guilt, and how many demons and murderous intentions he has produced during the long days and nights.In his previous life, everyone said that he was a cursed star of destiny. As long as Yin Sui lived, he walked with this prophecy on his back.

He became a demon, he killed, and he became a demon cultivator that everyone feared——Yin Sui believed that this was his predestined fate until today.

"It's not your fault that it will appear." Jiang Shuo seemed to know what Yin Sui was thinking, and suddenly said, "Su Calamity has disrupted the Three Realms no less than twenty times, and it will choose you, perhaps because of your extraordinary talent. "

When Yin Sui Zeng was still a boy, he broke through ten levels of realms in more than a hundred years. He was able to slay big monsters that caused chaos and eliminate extremely evil ghosts. He was a young cultivation disciple who was very popular in the Three Realms at that time.

If he hadn't been enchanted later...

Yin Sui sat beside the desk for a long time, until the snow rabbits in the distance all jumped over and tilted their heads to look at him, and then slowly closed their eyes.

"This deity..." Moxiu said in a low voice, "It's my deity's fault that I'm not strong-willed, and I've used it for many years for Su Xi."

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