What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Chapter 59

This doesn't look like Fa Hai's gaze.

Fortunately, Fahai straightened up immediately, and the aggressive gaze in front of him was just Xue Qing's illusion.

"It seems to be stained."

Fahai said.

Um?That powdery smell is so obvious?

Xue Qing's attention was quickly diverted by this sentence.

He sniffed his sleeves again, and frowned.

"Very light, not heavy."

Seeing him like this, Fa Hai added another sentence.

Xue Qing wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully, reconfirmed several times before putting down his hand.

"Chirp Chirp—" the little yellow bird, who had been ignored by them for a long time, cried out in dissatisfaction.

Yet neither of them noticed it.

The little yellow bird that didn't get a response still jumped on Xue Qing's head twice.

Xue Qing, who was trampled on the head again, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his hand to squeeze the little yellow bird off his head.

The little yellow bird is so small that Xue Qing can wrap it with one hand.

At this moment, the lively little yellow bird finally settled down in Xue Qing's hands.

Seeing Xue Qing staring at him, he tilted his head innocently.

"Chirp?"

As if he didn't know what he had done before.

Facing the round eyes of the little yellow bird, Xue Qing didn't know what to say for a while.

It's noisy, but it's really cute.

I don't know how the little yellow bird recognized him and let him not leave.

And the strange thing is that he really couldn't tell what kind of bird this little yellow bird was.

Seeing this little yellow bird should be extremely human, but Xue Qing couldn't understand the little yellow bird's "chirp".

Obviously he can understand the narcissistic words of the big rooster in the yard.

The little yellow bird in the palm was a small ball, curled up softly in Xue Qing's hand, feeling warm.

As if afraid that Xue Qing would drop it, the little yellow bird tilted its head nervously and rubbed against Xue Qing's fingers.

The yellow fluff that touches the fingers is soft.

That's all, the little yellow bird can follow him if he wants to.

"If you know how to 'Jiu' so much, let's just call it Jiu Jiu."

Xue Qing stretched out his finger, and lightly poked the little yellow bird's head.

The fingers wrapping the little yellow bird slowly loosened, and the little yellow bird, who was keenly aware of Xue Qing's attitude change, happily paced back and forth on Xue Qing's palm.

Then flapping its small wings, it slowly flew up to Xue Qing's head and squatted down, as if it really regarded Xue Qing's head as a bird's nest.

Jiujiu, who successfully squatted on his head, expressed his feelings with a loud "chirp".

Xue Qing reached out and touched the Chirp on his head again, being infected by the happiness of the little bird, it seemed that his mood also became much happier.

He just retracted his hand when he noticed Fa Hai's gaze.

"Do you want to touch it?"

Fa Hai was a head taller than Xue Qing, and every time he talked to Fa Hai, Xue Qing looked up at him slightly.

This top-down angle will always add a sense of oppression to the phoenix eyes, but Fa Hai's eyes are always calm and gentle.

Fa Hai stretched out his hand as he said, and touched Jiujiu with his palm.

Jiujiu, who was still calling Zhenghuan in front of him, was as quiet as a chicken and as immobile as a quail under Fahai's palm.

Fa Hai only touched it lightly, then withdrew his hand.

"so cute."

He said.

Xue Qing nodded in agreement, concealing a little strangeness in his heart.

It's just that when Fa Hai was touching Jiujiu, the touch of touching his head was like...

Fahai seemed to be stroking his head.

Xue Qing felt that she had become strange recently.

In the past, he didn't care about this kind of touch, but now he is uneasy because of this seemingly inadvertent contact.

I don't know when he started, he became more and more strange.

Suppressing their complicated emotions, Xue Qing and Fa Hai continued to follow the road according to the address on the envelope.

The address that Uncle Chen left seems to be the old address from many years ago.

Over the years, some buildings in the town have also been renovated or moved.

I asked many people, and they all said they had never heard of this place.

In the end, an old man passing by said that he knew the location and was willing to show them the way, so Xue Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the old man, Xue Qing would have suspected that Uncle Chen had written the wrong address.

"What are you looking for here?"

The gray-haired old man hunched over and asked Xue Qing and Fa Hai as he walked slowly.

Xue Qing told the old man truthfully that they were here to deliver things for someone.

"Send things?"

The old man looked at Xue Qing suspiciously when he heard the words, "Why did you two foreigners come to deliver things?"

Xue Qing also didn't understand why the people here could tell at a glance that he and Fa Hai were foreigners who came here for the first time.

Could it be that the three big characters "outsider" are engraved on their foreheads?

In the conversation, gradually they reached their destination.

In front of them was a dilapidated house covered in vines.

"This place is long gone."

Indeed, as the old man said, this house looks like it has not been lived in for a long time. Moss and vines are all over the corner walls, and the whole house seems to be covered with heavy dust.

Xue Qing checked the address on the envelope again and again, and found in disbelief that the place they were looking for was indeed here.

Could it be that Uncle Chen's friend moved away long ago?

"It's been more than ten years."

Fahai's fingers touched the dust accumulated on the window frame, and he came to a conclusion.

This house has not been lived in for more than ten years.

"Master, do you know where the owner of this house is?"

Xue Qing asked the old man who was nearly seventy years old.

But the old man's words in the next second made Xue Qing's back shudder.

"Didn't the person who asked you to deliver the things told you?" The old man had doubts in his cloudy eyes, "The owner of this room..."

"He passed away more than ten years ago."

died?

Xue Qing was stunned, and he tightened his finger on Xin.

The owner of this room passed away more than ten years ago?

That is to say, the old friend that Uncle Chen was talking about is long gone, so why did Uncle Chen send a letter more than ten years later without even knowing that the other party had passed away? Woolen cloth?

However, it is also possible that Uncle Chen is getting old and remembers the wrong address.

Thinking of this, Xue Qing let go of the tension he had raised earlier.

When he goes back, he will ask Uncle Chen again.

The old man at the side stroked his beard, and said in a spirited voice: "Outsiders, hurry back to your hometown, don't stay here any longer."

Before Xue Qing could ask further questions, the old man waved his hand, turned around and walked away on his own.

The last words he had spoken before drifted in the wind.

"In this city, it's not peaceful recently..."

The city is not peaceful.

Xue Qing was about to step forward to ask a few more questions, but the old man quickened his pace and disappeared from sight all at once.

"The time of this illusion was decades ago."

Fahai spoke up.

It is true that the architecture and clothing are somewhat different. Before, Xue Qing thought it was because of the different habits caused by different regions, but he did not expect that it was because the time of this illusion was set decades ago.

The illusion is constructed by the creator's obsession or purpose, and is maintained by all mana.

In order to break through this illusion, it is necessary to find out the creator's obsession or purpose.

Although they don't even know the creator of this illusion at this time, why did the creator keep the time of the illusion decades ago?

Xue Qing properly put away the letter that could not be delivered in his hand. They had been looking for a way for a long time, and the sky had gradually darkened.

Although Uncle Chen's address seems to be written wrong, Uncle Chen is right in saying that there will be a night market tonight.

On both sides of the road, stalls have begun to be set up one after another, and the lights are lit up bit by bit.

More and more people came to the street, and at some point, they all fell into a lively group together.

The Chirp above his head was infected by the atmosphere, squatting on Xue Qing's head and loudly "Jiu" twice.

The night market actually started so early.

The night market these decades ago is similar to the people Xue Qing saw in Qiantang before.

All kinds of lanterns hanging on the roadside are like bright flower trees in full bloom at night, and the noisy voices of people rang in their ears, as if they were pulled into the world of fireworks.

The two walked slowly along the road. Among the crowd, Xue Qing secretly took a look at Fa Hai who was standing beside him.

This monk is always quiet, like a silent but very safe statue.

It's incredible.

Xue Qing withdrew his sneaky scrutiny, he thought.

Unexpectedly, the last time at the Lantern Night Market, he was pressed in the alley by Fa Hai, trembling under the man's palm, fearing that he would be killed by the person in front of him.

But now, this monk who used to be at odds with him has become a dependent existence with him at this time.

Even that kind of intimate thing has been done.

The world is unpredictable, but it is.

"Monk." Xue Qing said.

"Did you recognize me as a demon in the illuminated night market that day?"

he asks.

Now that I think about myself at that time, I was innocent, impulsive, reckless, and very self-righteous.

Confined to the identity of a time-traveling person, although his own cultivation is only a little bit, he always wants to change something.

Xue Qing laughed at himself.

He slowed down his steps, looked at Fa Hai, and waited for an answer from Fa Hai.

But after asking, he felt that he was unnecessary.

After all, he and Fa Hai had never known each other at that time, and Fa Hai had such a temperament, if he recognized him as a demon, how could he soften his heart?

"I can't see it." Fahai replied.

Can't see anything?Can't tell if he is a demon?

When Xue Qing looked at Fa Hai suspiciously, Fa Hai spoke again.

"You have my karma in you."

"I owe you?"

After all, Fa Hai had already rescued him once before that, so it is not surprising that he has Fa Hai's karma in him.

"No." Fa Hai's answer was beyond Xue Qing's expectation.

Looking at those phoenix eyes, they were clean, clear and honest.

"It's what I owe you."

Bearing the bones of the Buddha, he has won the Buddha's fate.

Therefore, I can see through the cause and effect.

It was a dark day at the entrance of the alley, and the outside of the alley was full of brilliant lights.

Under his palm is a trembling beautiful face.

Those bright almond eyes were obviously terrified, but they still looked at him with a forced calm.

This person has a demonic aura, his mana imprint, and...

There are also endless causes and effects that he can't see clearly.

Where have they met before?

But cause and effect are mixed, he can't see clearly.

Maybe that day on the high platform of the mirror, he knelt and sat in front of the Buddha and recited three thousand sutras.

The hall full of gods and Buddhas watched his repentance.

The abbot who seemed to be still in retreat was beside him, admonishing him and questioning him.

Why do you keep going, why do you make mistakes again and again?

The hall full of gods and Buddhas was speechless.

Do not ask the Buddha if you are not mind, and ask the Buddha if you are not mind.

The mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind. 【Note 1】

He asked his heart.

And the heart said, everything is involuntary.