PFC Chapter 159 Jiang Sihan can hear everything
Chapter 159 Jiang Sihan can hear everything
"I think Master probably doesn't know what Rong Xin did, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted that way when Master's wife from Lingfu Hall asked us for the purple talisman that day." It's not that Wei Yuyun was making excuses for Master, but that Master also had a look of confusion on his face at that time, and admitted in front of everyone that he had never given the purple talisman.
If the master also knew, he would not have put himself in such an embarrassing situation.
"No, it's impossible." Yan Yao still didn't believe it. He waved his hands and said, "This is all just Lin Xuxi's one-sided story. Why did you all believe it?"
He subconsciously retorted, Yan Yao refuted without even thinking clearly about what they were talking about. It had always been like this over the years. Whenever something happened, he would assume that it was Lin Xuxi who was causing the trouble and that it was her fault.
It has become an inertial way of thinking, and the one who helped them develop this way of thinking was Rong Xin.
"It's not that we all believed it, but it's true. It's true for the Yaoguang Stone, and even more so for the others. Also, she slandered us in front of Jianhui, saying that we didn't care about him and that we didn't go to see him when he was injured and unconscious. Think about it, have you ever gone to see him?" Yan Chuhua shook his head and said, "We've all been fooled."
"I was so worried back then that I went two or three times a day. Later, Lin Xuxi told me not to disturb Jianhui, so I only went once every two days." Yan Yao felt something was wrong after he finished speaking and asked, "But, but you just said that Jianhui thought it was Aunt Xin who was always taking care of him, and we were isolating him?"
"Yes!"
Yan Yao twitched his lips, thinking of Jian Hui's tearful nature, and asked, "I do dislike his crybaby nature, but I've never isolated him!"
"Alas." Wei Yuyun just sighed.
Yan Yao thought carefully about the Yaoguang Stone, and suddenly he asked, "Well, do you have this thing too?" As he spoke, he took out a Ning box.
This Ning Box was given to him by Rong Xin, who said that it could prevent the cinnabar from fading away his spiritual energy for ten years. It also had the effect of calming powerful herbs, hence the name Ning Box.
So what he has, does everyone have?
"Ning Box?" Wei Yuyun took a quick look and said with a smile, "We all have this thing. It was given to me by my master's wife when I was little, specifically for storing cinnabar. Why, you don't have it?"
"Yes, yes."
Hearing this, Yan Yao felt that Lin Xuxi was biased. They both had their own results, but his was given by Aunt Xin. He had some complaints, but he didn't say it out loud.
But even if he didn't say it out loud, Yan Chuhua could still see through it easily.
"Are you hating your master's wife for being partial to you?" Yan Chuhua asked with a smile.
Yan Yao didn't answer, but sighed instead.
After hearing this sigh, everyone knew what it meant.
"You all have it, but mine was given by Aunt Xin." Although he hated Lin Xuxi, he still felt a little unhappy after knowing that he was being favored.
On the surface, he pretended not to care, but he was extremely angry inside.
"Do you think Rong Xin has these things?" Yan Chuhua asked with a smile: "Do you think Rong Xin has these things? Don't be silly, it must have been given by Master's wife, and then she borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha to give to you."
Yan Yao didn't say anything, just listened quietly. It was obvious that he didn't believe what was said, but he didn't show it.
"I know. Now that Rong Xin is dead, there's no evidence. Everything he said is true." Wei Yujun stopped explaining and bent down slightly, saying softly, "If you have any doubts, you can ask Master's Wife, and you should do it as soon as possible. Master's Wife seems to be planning to move out. If you don't go now, there won't be time."
"What am I going to do? There's nothing good to do."
Yan Yao turned his head and looked at his master lying on the bed.
Jiang Sihan, lying in bed, heard that Lin Xuxi was moving out, and he actually began to panic. He wanted to ask: Why is she moving out? But at this time, he was still unconscious, his mind still trapped and unable to control his body.
"If you don't go, you won't have another chance in the future. If you have anything to say, tell me clearly. It will be better for you and Master's Wife." Yan Chuhua patted Junior Brother Yan's shoulder and comforted him, "There's nothing shameful in asking. At least you should ask clearly even if someone hates you, right? If you don't ask, you will regret it."
Yan Yao was stubborn and sneered, "So what if I asked? With his current attitude towards us, do you think it would be helpful?"
"It's up to you. It doesn't matter whether you go or not. It has nothing to do with me." Wei Yuyun stopped forcing him and said, "You go and rest. I'll look after Master. Also, Junior Brother Yan, you go replace Jing Yue. Those inner court disciples are not easy to manage. I'm afraid he can't control them. It would be better if you go."
"Yes." Yan Chuhua bowed and stepped back first.
Yan Yao also stood up and said, "I'm a little tired too. I'll go and rest first. Thank you for your hard work here, Senior Brother."
"Go." Watching Junior Brother Yan leave, Wei Yuyun smiled, sighed, and shook his head.
He knew exactly what Junior Brother Yan was going to do, but he didn't expose it.
What’s strange is that Jiang Sihan was able to follow Yan Yao away. His consciousness stuck to Yan Yao and followed him all the way to where Lin Xuxi lived.
But Yan Yao didn't dare to go in right away, and kept peeking outside. He wanted to see what Lin Xuxi was doing inside, and it seemed like she was really packing up.
But he still didn't dare to go in and sneaked around outside.
Jiang Sihan was getting impatient and wanted to urge him to go in quickly.
"Who's outside?" Lin Xuxi was a little surprised. Why did Yan Yao, who always disliked her the most, come here? She stood up and took the initiative to walk to the door.
She put one hand behind her back, smiled at the person sneaking around the door, and asked, "I wonder what brings you here, little friend Yan?"
The name "Yan Xiaoyou" caught Yan Yao off guard. He looked up at Lin Xuxi in a daze, as if trying to confirm whether the person in front of him was his master's wife.
"Why are you stunned? Is there something wrong?" Lin Xuxi's tone was gentle, and there was no smile in her eyes.
Yan Yao could tell that she was being perfunctory, using a very good attitude to perfunctory him.
"I, I have something to ask you." Yan Yao suddenly stood up. He was thinking about the messy questions in his next life. For a moment, he didn't know how to sort out the mess in his head.
I can't figure out the reason.
Yan Yao just stood there, looking at Lin Xuxi.
"If nothing else, you should go back and see if your master has woken up." After giving the instructions, Lin Xuxi turned around and was about to leave.
"Are you moving away?"
Hearing this, Lin Xuxi turned around, smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I want to go back to Fuyue Peak. I used to live there, so it's convenient for me to go back."
"Why are you leaving for no reason?" Yan Yao lowered his head and looked at his toes.
"I have already severed my bond with your master, so naturally I can no longer live in Fushan." Lin Xuxi replied with a smile, then thought about it and asked, "Did you have any involvement in Fellow Daoist Jianhui's affairs?"
Yan Yao anxiously shook his head and said, "I don't have any."
"That's good." After learning that the other party was not involved, Lin Xuxi did not pursue the matter any further and turned to leave.
Jiang Sihan stared at Lin Xuxi in a daze. He seemed to see the little junior sister from the past. The little junior sister who always smiled and called him senior brother, the little junior sister he loved.
But now he was just a wisp of consciousness and couldn't speak at all.
Now he could only place all his hopes on Yan Yao, hoping that he could get to the bottom of the matter.