When Feng Rugu said this, Jing Sanchao stepped into the courtyard.

The grand statement he made was too organized. Jing Sanchao's face changed and pointed at Feng Rugu: "...Is he pretending to be stupid?!"

Ruyi, who was well aware of Feng Rugu's habits, covered Feng Rugu's ears and shook his head gently.

Since becoming a cat, his brain has indeed become much clearer than when he was a flower or a rabbit.

However, this sobriety is intermittent and cannot last for a long time.

As expected, within a few moments, Feng Rugu became tired. He climbed back to the cat, climbed and climbed onto the ground, yawned with tears, revealing a small fang, and then hung himself on Ruyi's shoulder, aimed his butt at Jing Sanchai, and slept with peace of mind.

Jing Sanchai sat opposite Ruyi, not knowing what to say for a moment.

If you have already grown hair, you can obviously not call it a bald donkey anymore.

...I even asked for a donkey to beat him.

He thought for a moment and called out, "You are in the world, right?"

The hair on Feng Rugu's back was thick and soft, and Ru with two fingers together, gently stroked his back to confirm his existence. His heart still felt cold from time to time, making him want to grab Feng Rugu's claws and bite them to confirm that his return was not an illusion of his own.

He was shocked, but his expression was very well controlled.

He replied softly, "Yes, I am."

Jing Sanchai told the past: "After I and him came out of the 'lefty world', he asked me to find you."

Ruyi's hand that was touching his back suddenly paused, her soft expression stagnated on her face, and her cheeks were numb.

... He not only dragged his seriously injured body, but also asked others to come and find him...

The pain of being abandoned by his adoptive father instantly turned into warm arrows, piercing his heart into a thousand holes, and he was happy and bleeding.

Jing Sanchai didn't know what impact his words had on Ruyi.

He was just presenting the facts for his friend, not hoping that Ru Yi would have any misunderstandings about him: "That was my first business and I didn't charge any money. I did a pretty good job and soon found out where you were going."

"At that time, I thought you were his disciple recognized by the world. I wanted to take him back, but he repeatedly told me that I would never allow me to take you back. During that period, he was as clear as he is now, sometimes confused, but he was very determined in this matter. I was afraid that he would be too proud and didn't want you to see him like this, so I kept some thoughts and wanted to wait for him to get better and figure it out before picking you up Fengling."

As silent as if.

This wait will last for ten years without meeting each other.

Jing Sanchai: "I have never known what he is thinking: I can take you back and save you from the suffering of Buddhism. Why do I have to use the excuse of 'fate being gone' to leave you in the temple. It turns out, it turns out, it turns out..."

He repeated the word "original" three times, and each time he taught him how to taste it.

It turns out that he is possessed.

It turned out that he could no longer teach Ruyi, nor did he want Ruyi, who was harmed by the demon, to live with the reputation of the disciple and adopted son of the demon disciple.

It turns out that he loved him so much that he would rather let himself be lonely for ten years.

Ruyi was silent for a while and suddenly asked a question: "Jing Daojun, have you ever painted a schematic diagram of Hanshan Temple for him?"

"...This has never happened." Jing Sanchai didn't expect that this question would happen, "I only asked him about your news in the first one or two years. Later, he stopped asking, and it was hard for me to care about this matter, so she put it aside and never asked again... Is there anything wrong?"

Ruyi: "No, just ask casually."

Jing Sanchai turned his mind back in front of him: "Do you know why he committed suicide?"

Ruyi: "He didn't tell me, and I didn't want to guess." No matter how strong his mind was, he wouldn't dare to recall any details of that day easily.

Jing Sanchai fell back with anger and said, "What is this bastard's mind? I can't guess thoroughly! He did things, whether he did whatever he wanted or was far-sighted, and he would give up only if he wanted to get angry... He was so angry that he would give me a hug of this bastard."

Ruyi carefully protected Feng Rugu and politely refused: "He is sleeping."

After failing to hold it up, Jing Sanchai was a little discouraged. He leaned back and murmured: "If he died like this, what other moves could he have? A sudden resurrection will inevitably cause another uproar in the Taoist sect, and his heart, soul and body are all demonic, and after resurrection, they can only become demons."

"A lifetime of escaping from the world? Hiding? What's the difference between hiding in the 'deep and being imprisoned?"

"Suppose his body? Then his parasitic body may not have spiritual power. A hundred years of time passes by like flowing water. Will he be willing to grow old naturally and enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Then... can you be a ghost for the rest of your life?"

Listening to Jing Sanchai's analysis, Ruyi was very calm and even began to think about what to take him to eat tomorrow morning.

Ruyi replied: "I love whatever he is."

Jing Sanchao, who had a little understanding of Ru's disposition, complained: You dare to talk about love because he can't hear or understand it now.

Of course, he thought that he had taken advantage of Feng Rugu's sleeping to clarify the misunderstandings for him in the past. It was definitely not a misunderstanding, and there was a big difference between Ruyi.

He thought about his unlucky master and his good cabbage master's wife who was robbed by his master, and felt that being a ghost was not bad.

...At worst, there is another pair of ghost masters and ghost slaves.

When Jing Sanchai was in a daze, Ruyi asked another thing he was worried about: "Do you need to tell Duanrongjun about his adoptive father?"

Jing Sanchai blurted out: "Don't."

Just like showing it with your eyes, silently asking for the reason.

Jing Sanhua knuckles slowly knocked on his knees.

In theory, he was still hesitating; but in theory, he refused firmly: "Who doesn't know that Senior Brother Chang made a wish to die and wanted to find the swordsman Tang. If he knew that it was okay, he was busy feeling sorry for him and it was too late, would he still have the intention to investigate it to the end? In the eyes of outsiders, how can he not be suspicious?"

As silent.

Although many Taoist sects who had received the favor of Feng Ruyuan's life-saving favor shut up, there are still some small Taoist sects who catch this matter and are unwilling to let go. They are both Feng Ling covers up the demons and is shy and claims to be a model of righteousness. It is ridiculous.

Once Feng Rugu falls into a demon, unless he is immediately cleared from the master and draws a clear line with Feng Ling, no matter whether he confesses that he has been defiled by the demonic energy back then, it will sooner or later become an excuse for the outside world to attack Feng Ling.

To put it bluntly, it doesn’t matter who Feng Rugu fell into a demon to save him, and how much sacrifice he made, and no one cares.

What’s important is that the small and medium Taoist sects have the heart to replace the three gates by taking advantage of the wind of eliminating the demonic path.

The more Jing Sanchai thought about it, the more worried he was about Feng Ruyuan's future.

But the victim was lying on Ruyi's shoulders and was sleeping soundly heartlessly. Seeing Jing Sanchao's teeth itched inexplicably, she wanted to pull him up and beat him up.

Over there, Ruyi seemed to see through his thoughts and stood up in time: "Jing Daojun, I am also hesitating whether to inform you of my adoptive father's identity. Now that you have known it, please keep it confidential."

"That's all that." Jing Sanchai waved his hand, "I know the importance."

Seeing that Ru was polite and tribute, she was about to leave. Jing Sanchai hurriedly called him: "Hey."

Like turning around.

Jing Sanchai paused for a moment, and thought of the intimate actions of the two, he spoke out his question in his heart: "Why are you going to see Feng Rugu? Adopted Father? Or... Rugugu?"

This sentence made Jing Sanchao so stingy, but Ruyi didn't answer immediately, which made Jing Sanchao a little anxious.

He asked, "Do you have feelings for him?"

...What is love?

Ruyi didn't know, but he knew that he wanted to be with Feng Ruguo like this, forever.

"He is dead." Ruyi said, "I also seem to be dead. But I still feel it."

"Fortunately, he is still by my side. If he really disappeared two years ago, I would go to Qiubi and fall into the underworld and I would chase him to apologize."

"He is there, and it hurts me all the time, and I feel that I am still in this world."

He said one by one, without any connection between them, and his voice was faint, but under the appearance of dignity and self-control, there were thousands of emotions hidden.

"I understand..." Jing Sanchai understood, "...I understand."

Ru nodded: "Jing Daojun, see you again."

Jing Sanchai chased after him two steps: "If you have time, take him to visit my master...that person. Qingliang Valley specializes in ghost paths, and my master's wife may be able to help him recover some memories..."

After saying that, Jing Sanchai thought it was ridiculous.

How many happy times have Feng Rugu had in his twenty-eight years of life that he had to remember?

He pursed his lips and changed his mouth, "...even if it's just restored some happy memories."

As soon as he stopped, he slightly turned to thank him: "Thank you, Jing Daojun, reminded me."

Stepping out of Qianjiyuan, it was like a temporary stop, and the voice was as light as clouds: "The adoptive father... is the same. Which past do you want to escape? Which path do you want to go?"

He stopped for a while, grabbed Feng Rugu's restless tail, held his waist, and hugged the cat ball: "Forget it. You can't chase the past. You are my future again, so everything goes with the flow, Amitabha."

Feng Rugu stretched out his limbs comfortably, buried his face in his chest, and his ears moved smugly.

...It sounds really nice, let's talk about something nice.

...

After seeing off Feng Rugu and Ruyi, Jing Sanchai lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but she had not yet fallen asleep for a long time.

He became increasingly distrustful of Feng Rugu, and always felt that he had some plans.

After thinking about it, Jing Sanchai felt that he was not as strong as Feng Rugu.

He could not afford to bear the risk of his close friend leaving again, even a little bit.

Jing Sanchai turned over and sat up from the bed, picked up the paper and pen, and wrote a letter.

The Jing family's emblem is peony, and Jing Sanchao holds the "Green Jade Peony" seal. He wrote a spiritual letter, put his own peony seal on the signature, took out an envelope, and posed a peony letter with the "White House Gong and Prince" on it.

This is the personal emblem seal of his elder brother Jing Yiyan.
To be continued...