After Ye Xuan released the signal according to Xia Ji, he saw Old Man Qian coming over alone after half an hour.

Xia Ji said in a hoarse voice: "Yingyi is gone too?"

"Yes!" Old Man Qian bowed and said, "After Ying touched the monk in gray, he unfortunately became heroic."

"Let's start!" Xia Ji waved his hand and felt a little depressed.

Old Man Qian dragged the two corpses aside and changed to a substitute evil. Xia Ji, who had recovered, stood up and said, "Ye Xuan, do you have smoke?"

Ye Xuan took out the cigarette box and handed it over. Xia Ji lit three cigarettes, inserted them on the side of the road like burning incense, and lit another cigarette and started smoking slowly.

Ye Xuan took the cigarette box: "You don't seem to smoke?"

"Not that I can't, but I rarely smoke." Xia Ji spat out and said, "Someone told me that sitting with my brothers and smoking is a kind of enjoyment. I want to experience it."

Ye Xuan squatted on the ground: "You have so many subordinates died, but you have never cared about it. Why is it so sad if you lose four shadows?"

"Different!" Xia Ji pointed to his shadow: "You have friends and brothers around you, and there are only shadows around me. What really understands you and is only shadows accompanying you."

Ye Xuan looked at the ground: "Shadow can stay with you until death. But can shadow talk to you? Can you listen to your complaints? Can you pick skewers with you and brag? Can you not?"

Ye Xuan has some meaning. The shadow he mentioned includes human figures and four "shadows" who died in battle.

"No!" Xia Ji shook his head: "Yingyi and the others are like real shadows. Apart from being with me, they can't even say a word. If they didn't want me to know, they understood my orders, and they wouldn't even say a word. This is the shadow."

"But they all stayed with me like real shadows and never left. Now that they are leaving, I want to be alone again."

Ye Xuan asked back: "Are you afraid of loneliness?"

"I am afraid of heroic loneliness. But I have to endure this loneliness." Xia Ji said: "The real loneliness is not that you are the only one left. But you are never you."

Xia Ji said: "In order to make people unable to see through, you can never express your emotions happily. Everything is enough to stop."

"How to say it? Let's give an inappropriate example? Just like the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the ancestors decided to eat the emperor and eat at most three chopsticks in a dish. They were afraid that others would know what the emperor liked to eat and poison it in the dish. Therefore, no matter how much the emperor liked to eat, they would just stop eating. The same is true for us. We cannot expose our weaknesses to anyone, emotions, preferences, and feelings. We cannot love someone, we cannot show hatred of someone, and we cannot express our joy."

"Shadow is the one who knows me the best. I speak to them like a speech to an empty venue. Don't think of any response, just venting your emotions. Maybe this is a kind of spiritual sustenance, because you know someone is listening to you."

Ye Xuan whispered: "Has the shadow never responded to you?"

"Responded!" Xia Ji said: "Kingwu responded. But he was killed and died in the hands of Kingyi because he violated the iron law of shadow. Shadow cannot respond to the master, then the shadow will not be a shadow. When the relationship is established between the master and the shadow, the shadow will become a threat to the master. Therefore, Kingwu is dead."

Ye Xuan looked at Xia Ji: "Have you seen the true face of the shadow?"

Xia Ji said: "You can't see, and you don't need to see. Every shadow will not follow your master for life. The lifespan of the shadow is very short. Because they must always be by their master, and they cannot eat for three days and three nights, cannot relieve their hands, and even cannot breathe. Everyone can only have two shadows. After they are exhausted, new shadows will come over. They are still called Yingyi and Ying2."

Ye Xuan frowned: "You want the shadow to stay with you for a while, and you only want five shadows?"

"Yes!" Xia Ji said: "I want five shadows, which seem to be a protection for shadows. In fact, it is a selfish practice. After the shadow serves for ten years, whether it can continue to accompany the master or not, it will be dealt with. Because they know too much. Others may be exhausted in ten years, but I have to send five shadows on their way."

"The first time I had dinner with my five shadows was when they retired. At that time, my hands were trembling because I knew I was pouring them poisonous wine. But they were very happy because they could finally speak. They said a lot, and I was just listening quietly."

"I finally wanted to see their faces. I wanted to remember the shadows that have been with me for ten years. They did not agree and carried a veil until they died. Once the shadow begged me not to look at her face. Seeing the shadow's face would be like sending their family to hell with his own hands."

Ye Xuan said in a deep voice: "Did you hold it back?"

"Hold it!" Xia Ji nodded and said, "I personally sent the shadow of the mask into the crematorium. I couldn't see their faces in the end."

Ye Xuan stood up and said, "Xia Ji, you actually didn't regard shadows as your friend. When you talked, you kept talking about five shadows. They were still shadows in your heart."

"No!" Xia Ji suddenly stood up, it was the first time he lost control.

Ye Xuan shook his head and said, "Xia Ji, I know you have your difficulties. But if we change me to your position, even any person in the strange adjustment bureau, we will fight to the death with our shadow, do you believe?"

"No!" Ye Xuan himself denied his statement: "We don't need shadows, we have brothers, and we have the brothers who have the confidence to hand over their lives to his brothers. Therefore, we don't need shadows. Even if we don't have brothers, we will use our lives to fight the world, and we don't want to implicate others."

Ye Xuan looked at Xia Ji: "Old Xia, are you happy to be so alive? Are you not tired?"

Xia Ji looked at Ye Xuan for more than ten seconds before saying, "What is happiness? I know excitement, satisfaction, and confidence. I really don't know what happiness is!"

"You are beyond your help!" Ye Xuan said: "You are suitable for becoming an immortal and a Buddha."

Ye Xuan said: "The world of mortals is the world in your eyes. There are injuries, pains, sufferings, and difficulties. However, no matter how hard it is, people have had their happiness and a moment of happiness. Many years later, they will still have a smile on their faces when they think of that happy past. You are almost immortal, and there are too few mortal feelings on you."

Ye Xuan said seriously: "What are the Tao you say every day, to attain the Tao and practice the Tao. In fact, have you ever thought that the way of mortals is the real Tao. Ninety percent of the people in the world are mortals. Cultivating the way of mortals is the real Tao. The way of immortals, Buddhists, righteousness, and evil ways are left to extraordinary people! I don't understand, and I can't do it. I only know that being a silly smirking mortal is better than an immortal!"

"A silly mortal is better than an immortal?" Xia Ji thought.

Ye Xuan turned his head and said, "Don't think about it, you can't understand it. What I'm talking about is not Tao, nor Zen, you can't realize it. When you are not Xia Ji, or you don't plan to ascend the throne and become an ordinary person, you will know."

"Oh, that's not right." Ye Xuan shook his head and said, "You have become an ordinary person and cannot do ordinary things. You are thinking too much. You are not the one who has drunk today. You smart people are very particular about being far-sighted and thoughtful. In short, no matter how complicated you think, you can't change it. Just make do with it and live!"

Xia Ji didn't say anything this time, and he didn't know what he was thinking?

He didn't say anything, and Ye Xuan had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He turned to look at Tao Xiaoyao. He just talked to Xia Ji, and half of the reason was that he was afraid that Xia Ji would settle the score with Tao Xiaoyao. After all, Tao Xiaoyao had a lot of connections with Xia Ji's mistake this time.

Ye Xuan’s failure to speak does not mean that Xia Ji can’t remember it. Xia Ji was just silent for a moment and then said, “Ye Xuan, if you were replaced by me, would you kill Tao Xiaoye?”

Ye Xuan was slightly stunned before saying, "I can, but you can't."

Ye Xuan said, "I said, you think too much, we are still working together, and you still have a goal that has not been achieved. Even if you want to kill Tao Xiao Yao in your heart, you will endure it until you achieve your goal. Am I right?"

Ye Xuan continued: "Lao Xia, ask yourself, are you sad because of your shadow? Do you regard them as friends? No, they are still subordinates or soldiers in your heart. They are still dispensable people in your heart. How long has your sadness lasted? I dare to bet with you that at most, your negative emotions will disappear tomorrow morning."

Xia Ji looked at Ye Xuan for a long time: "You are right! I am indeed not a suitable person to be friends."

Ye Xuan said, "Okay, Lao Xia. The old classmate said to me before: God is destined to be a person's personality and will never change in his entire life. Your personality cannot be changed, think about it more! This may not be your fault."

When Ye Xuan saw that Tao Xiao Yao had recovered, he didn't keep the door in his mouth again. Xia Ji couldn't help but laugh and cry, so he could only turn his head to look at Old Man Qian: "Old Qian, you..."

Xia Ji's eyes just fell on Old Man Qian's face changed, and the man followed a sudden misstep and retreated to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan initially thought Xia Ji was going to find trouble for Tao Xiao Yao, but when he saw Old Man Qian in the distance from the corner of his eyes, he also changed his face.

They saw Old Man Qian sitting cross-legged on the ground, folding his hands on his chest.

Sitting cross-legged is not a unique position for monks, but it is impossible to explain that his hands are folded together. Old Man Qian is a master of fate and will never sit like a Buddhist disciple unless he has become a monk in gray.

Ye Xuan held the bamboo whip in his hand and stared at Old Man Qian sitting in the distance. He lowered his voice and asked Xia Ji: "Old Xia, is your substitute reliable? Why do I think it was the monk who replaced Old Man Qian?"
Chapter completed!