14|Red Clothes are Better than Maple, White Skin is Like Snow

He looked teasing, but inexplicably there is a faction of omniscient and calm. Although it is a young man’s voice, voice is slightly lower than the boys of his age, very beautiful. Xie Ren is sitting on top of the oxcart, thinking for a moment, said: “blood rain flower scouting, this scene sounds as if it is very remarkable, this friend, can you say how it came to be?”

In order to show respect, he still did not add the word “small” in front of his friend. The young man sat casually, one arm resting on his raised knee, straightened the cuff of his arrow sleeve, and said carelessly, “It’s no big deal. It is only that he once ended another ghost’s lair, the mountains rained blood, when he was walking, he saw a flower by the roadside, was beaten by the bloody rain miserably, so he deflected the umbrella, blocked a bit.”

Xie Ren imagined the scene, only to realize that amidst the bloody rain and wind, it was inexplicably elegant and loving. He also remembered the legend of that red-clothed ghost burning the Thirty-three God Temples, and laughed, “Does this Flower City often fight everywhere?”

The teenager replied, “Not often, it depends on the mood.”

Xie Ren asked, “What was he like in life?”

The teenager said, “Definitely not a good person.”

Xie Ren asked, “What does he look like?”

At this line of questioning, the teenager raised his eyes to look at him, cocked his head, stood up, went to Xie Ren’s side, sat down side by side, and asked in return, “What do you think, what should he be like?”

So close to see, more feel this young man handsome amazing, and, is a kind of hidden with the intention of attacking handsome, such as sword sheath, eye-catching to the extreme, actually people dare not forced to look. Only gazing at each other with him for a few moments, Xie Ren was a bit unable to resist, slightly sideways, said: “Since it is a big ghost king, I think the form is changing in many different ways, there are many different looks.”

Seeing him turn his head, the teenager raised one eyebrow and said, “Hmm. Still, sometimes he uses his original face. We’re talking about the original face, of course.”

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Xie Ren felt that the distance between the two of them seemed to be farther away, so he turned his face back again and said, “Then I feel that, in his original form, he is probably a teenager like you.”

Upon hearing this, the teenager’s mouth curved slightly and said, “Why?”

Xie Ren said, “No why. You talk casually, and I think casually. Everything is just random.”

The teenager laughed twice and said, “Maybe? But he’s blind in one eye.”

He nodded under his right eye and said, “This one.”

This statement was not uncommon. She Ren had also heard about it slightly before. In some versions of the legend, Hua Cheng wore a black eyepatch over his right eye, covering the one he had lost. Xie Ren said, “Then do you know what happened to that eye of his?”

The teenager said, “Well, that’s a question that a lot of people are trying to figure out.”

When people wanted to know what made Hua Cheng lose one of his right eyes, they actually wanted to know what Hua Cheng’s weakness was. Xie Ren asked this question, but it was purely because he wanted to know. Before he could answer, the teenager said, “He dug it himself.”

Xie Ren was stunned and said, “Why?”

The teenager said, “Crazy.”

…… Crazy actually even dig their own eyes, to this blood rain scout of the red clothed ghost king, Xie Ren really is more and more curious. He expected that it would not be as simple as just going crazy, but since he had already said so, he thought that there was no more detailed situation. He continued to ask, “Can that Flower City have any weaknesses?”

He didn’t expect this teenager to answer this sentence at all, it was just a casual question. If Flower City’s weaknesses could be known so easily, then it wouldn’t be Flower City anymore. Who knows, the teenager answered without hesitation, saying, “Ashes.”

If you can get the ashes of a ghost, you can drive the ghost. It was common sense that if the ghost did not listen to the exorcism and destroyed the ashes, he would lose his godly form and soul. However, this common sense might not make much sense when placed on Flower City. Xie Ren laughed, ”I’m afraid that no one will be able to get their hands on his ashes. Therefore, this weakness would be equivalent to having no weakness.”

The teenager, however, said, “Not necessarily. There is a situation where a ghost will give up its ashes of its own accord.”

Xie Ren said, “Handing it over as a wager like he did when he made an appointment to fight the Thirty-Three Divine Magi?”

The teenager snorted, “How?”

Even though he didn’t say it all, Xie Ren could hear that he probably meant how Flower City could lose. He said, “There is a custom in the ghost world. If a ghost chooses a person, it will entrust its ashes to that person.”

That is actually like delivering one’s own life into the hands of another person, such a deep love, what kind of lingering good story ah. Xie Ren said with interest, “It turns out that the ghost world also has such an affectionate custom.”

The teenager said, “There are. But not many dare to do it.”

Xie Ren expected the same. In the world, not only are there demons that entice people’s hearts, but there are also humans that deceive demons, and there must be a lot of utilization and a lot of betrayal. He said, “It would indeed be heartbreaking if one’s heart is devoted to giving, only to end up thwarting it.”

But the teenager laughed, “What are you afraid of? If it were me, the ashes would be sent out, regardless of whether he wants to bruise his bones or scatter them for fun?”

Xie Ren guffawed, suddenly remembering that the two had been talking for so long, but they still didn’t know each other’s names, and said, “This friend, what’s your name?”

The teenager raised one hand to his brow, shielding it from the burgundy sunset rays, and squinted his eyes as if he didn’t much like daylight. He said, “Me? I’m the third in my family, and everyone calls me Sanlang.”

He did not take the initiative to say his name, so Xie Ren did not ask too many questions and said, “My surname is Xie, and I have a single name, Ren. You go this direction, is also to go to Bodhi Capsicum Village?”

Miroku leaned back, against the straw pallet, resting on his hands, legs folded, and said, “I don’t know. I wandered off.”

Hearing that there seemed to be inside information in his words, Xie Ren said, “What’s wrong?”

Saburo sighed and said languidly, “There was a fight at home and I was kicked out. Walked around for a long time, no place to go. I was so hungry today that I was about to pass out on the main street, which is why I found a random place to lie down.”

This teenager clothing although seemingly casual, but the material is very good, coupled with the speech is not bad, but also as if every day is very free, look at this and that, know everything, Xie Ren early on would have expected him to be which rich and noble family ran out to play the young gentleman. A pampered young man out alone for so long, the road is bound to be quite difficult, this point Xie Ren is well aware of. Hearing him say that he was hungry, Xie Ren rummaged through the small baggage she had with her, only to find a steamed bun, and in her heart, she was glad that it wasn’t hard yet, and said to him, “Do you want to eat?” The teenager nodded, so Xie Ren gave him the steamed bun. Sanlang looked at him and asked, “You don’t have any more?”

Xie Ren said, “I’m okay, not too hungry.”

Miroku pushed the bun back to him and said, “I’m okay too.”

Seeing this, Xie Ren took it back, broke a steamed bun and split it into two halves before handing him half, saying, “Half for you and half for me then.”

That teenager then took over, and sat side by side with him to nibble on the steamed bun. Seeing him sitting next to him, taking a bite of the steamed bun, inexplicably a bit good, Xie Ren always felt as if he had wronged him somewhere.

Oxcart in the ups and downs of the mountain road slowly dragged, the sun is gradually setting in the west, the two people will sit in the car chat. The more they chatted, the more Xie Ren felt that this was really a strange young man. Although he is young, but between his hands and feet and words have a look out of the corner of the eye, calm and unruffled, as if the heavens and the earth there is nothing he does not know, there is nothing that can be difficult to defeat him, so that Xie Ren think he knows a lot of, young and old. And sometimes, he will reveal the interesting place of the young man. When Xie Ren said that he was the master of the Bodhi Shellfish Guan, he said: ”Bodhi Shellfish Guan? Sounds like there are a lot of Bodhi Shellfish to eat. I like it. Who is it for?”

Being asked this screaming question again, Xie Ren coughed lightly and said, “Prince Xianle. You probably don’t know.”

The teenager smiled faintly, and before he could speak, suddenly, the body of the oxcart shook violently.

The two of them swayed a few times along with him, and Xie Ren, worried that the teenager would fall, fiercely reached out to grab him. Who knows, just as his hand touched Sanlang, the teenager, as if burned by a hot thing, violently shook off his hand.

Although the color of his face only changed slightly, but Xie Ren still perceived it, and thought to herself, could it be that this teenager actually hated him? But clearly all the way to chat quite happy. But at this time, he didn’t have the heart to think too much. He stood up and said, “What’s going on?”

The old man driving the oxcart said, “I don’t know what’s going on! Old Yellow, why don’t you go, go wow!”

At this time, the sun has gone down, twilight, the oxcart is in the mountains and forests, the four dim light. The old bull stopped in place, has been stubbornly refused to go, let the old man how to urge are useless, hate to bury their heads into the ground, moo straight call, tail handsome as a whip. She is not a good person, and is about to jump out of the car, but suddenly, the old man pointed to the front and shouted.

Only to see many, many clusters of green flames burning eerily in the east and west in front of the mountain road. A group of white-robed people were holding their heads, slowly walking this way.

Seeing this, Xie Ren immediately said, “Protect!”

Ruoxi took off from his wrist and flew around the oxcart, connecting into a suspended circle in mid-air to protect the three people and one animal. Xie Ren turned around and said, “What day is today?”

Before that old man could reply, the teenager answered from behind him, “Zhong Yuan.”

Halfway through the seventh month, the ghost gate opens. He went out without looking at the day, and today was actually just in time for the Mid-Yuan Festival!

Xie Ren said in a deep voice, “Don’t go anywhere. We’ve hit evil today. If you go astray, you won’t be able to come back.”