Half Demon and Half Mountain

Cen Shen and Huan Le visited the study again, but they couldn't see Shang Si, not even Qiao Fengmian and Lu Zhifei.

In the courtyard with four seasons flowers, a long-haired man in a windbreaker stood by the pond with his back to them, feeding the fish with cake crumbs in his hand.

Two plump koi were shaking their heads and tails in the pond, sniffing here and there, seeming to be picky eaters.A big tabby cat was staring at it, its long soft tail hooked around the man's ankle, but its sharp claws were poised in the pads, "Meow."

"Here we come." The man knew the identities of the two without turning his head. He threw the last piece of cake crumbs into the water, and the ripples reflected in his eyes spread out layer by layer.

Cen Shen frowned: "Excuse me, are you..."

Only then did the man turn around, showing a young and indifferent face, "Shang Si probably told you that I came from the Tower of Rebirth."

In fact, Huan Le recognized him the first time he saw him - this person was the ghost messenger who sat drinking with Shang Si on the night of the ghost banquet.

It is also the current owner of the Tower of Rebirth, Xing Jun.

But why is he here?

Huan Le thought for a while, "Master Xing Jun is waiting for us here?"

"You are young, don't pretend to be sentimental." Xingjun said that he was mean and ruthless.Compared with Shang Si, he is much more indifferent to everything in the world.

After that, he turned and walked to the living room.The big tabby cat looked at the fish in the candy reluctantly, then glanced arrogantly at Cen Shen and Huan Le, and then followed Xing Jun with the steps of a French lady.

Cen Shen and Huan Le looked at each other hesitantly, although they were not sure why Xingjun appeared here alone, they still followed.

Xingjun sat down in front of the small tea table, in the most serious kneeling posture, and his gestures made people feel a sense of distance.Facing the two little monsters, Cen Shen and Huan Le, he did not hold back his aura at all.

"Shang Si has no time to talk to you for now." He said while pouring tea.

Huan Le was exquisitely thoughtful, not to mention dealing with superiors, smiled slightly, and unobtrusively protected Cen Shen behind her, saying, "Then I won't look for Fourth Master, I'll look for you."

"Looking for me?" Xing Jun raised his eyes, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

Huan Le nodded, "I have something to ask Mr. Xing to clarify."

Xing Junfu looked down at the tea leaves floating in the cup again, rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingers, his expression unpredictable.After a long time, he said lightly, "Say it."

The two of them just sat down, and Huan Le gave Cen Shen a "reassuring" look, collected his thoughts a bit, and asked, "Dare to ask Xing Jun, is Wu Chong'an the reincarnation of my master?"

Xing Jun answered very simply: "Yes."

In fact, Mr. Xing also found out this morning.

As the owner of the Tower of Rebirth, Xing Jun can certainly know the starting point and ending point of all reincarnations. However, there are thousands of living beings in the world. Unless there are special circumstances, it is impossible for him to pay attention to every dead soul.This morning he went to talk to Shang Si, and only learned about Master and Wu Chongan from him and Qiao Fengmian. He went back and checked, and it was indeed the case.

He remembered the Master.

He was also present at the ghost banquet back then, when his master fell into a well, he should have died out of his wits, but he didn't make any mistakes, and he didn't have any karma, so the way of heaven gave him a glimmer of life.

Thousands of years later, the remnant soul condensed, and he was reincarnated again.

With Xing Jun's confirmation, a stone in Huan Le's heart finally fell to the ground, but he didn't feel any sense of relaxation.After all, Wu Chongan was just a reincarnation.

Huan Le calmed down, and asked again: "What about Liu Qi? After his death, where did his soul go?"

"He's gone." Xingjun replied.

"Not here? What's the explanation?" Huan Le frowned.

"If he's gone, he's gone. His soul doesn't have the Tower of Rebirth, and it doesn't appear anywhere. Not even the Sansheng Stone has his projection. This is a complete demise, without a trace."

Huan Le was shocked. According to Xingjun, Liu Qi's death was a real death.The soul dissipated, the cycle of reincarnation was broken, and there was no trace of his breath in the world, so decisive.

With the power of his demigod, it can be done.

Huan Le thought about it, and then asked: "Does Lord Xing know when Fourth Master will come back?"

"It's not your business." Xingjun's face was cold and hard, and he glanced at Cen Shen who was sitting silently at the side from the corner of his eyes. At the end, he added another sentence: "In three days from midnight tonight, you'd better stay with me." Stay at home, don't go outside."

Huan Le was slightly startled: "Why?"

Xing Jun: "Don't always ask why, I have no obligation to answer you."

Huan Le fell to the ground and couldn't get any news from Xing Jun, so he had no choice but to go home with Cen Shen.Along the way, he was thinking carefully about Xingjun's last words. In the three days since Zishi... Will they make any big moves?

The last time there was a change, it was because of the violence of the evil spirits, and the fourth master retreated, is it related to this?

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't get an answer, and Qiao Fengmian was still in a state of disconnection, unable to solve his doubts.

But Cen Shen suddenly stopped, looked up at the clear blue sky, and frowned slightly.

Huan Le looked over suspiciously, only to see that his face was a little paler than before, like a piece of fragile porcelain.Chapped lips are like cracks on this porcelain, a smear of red like blood, no amount of lip balm will help.

"The sky is going to change." He said, and glanced at the shivering shadow monster hiding in the shadow of the flower bed by the roadside, "The little monster can feel the change of the world the most."

In the Pagoda of Rebirth, the final preparations are in full swing.

With one order, all the ghosts hid in the room, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was no more sound.

The tower was eerily quiet, but there was wind.The wind blew the twelve golden rings neatly arranged on the big knife, jingling, crisp and melodious, and the big knife was inserted on the floor in front of the table, and Qiao Fengmian and Lu Zhifei were sitting in front of the table.

Qiao Fengmian was drinking tea, Lu Zhifei was doing embroidery, both of them were very relaxed.

The only one who is still busy is Shang Si, wearing a red shirt and a wolf hair brush, leaving his ink marks in the entire Pagoda of Rebirth.Those wild characters with golden hooks painted on iron, crawled all over the walls, red pillars, and even hanging curtains like dragons. There are characters everywhere, everywhere.

Those ghosts who were brave enough looked at the words through the cracks in the windows, but the moment they were concentrating, they felt a sharp pain in their eyes.

He covered his eyes and cried out in pain, but the ghosts beside him saw the golden light flashing in those words at this moment, and quickly avoided them, not daring to look at them again.

Time passed quietly, the golden light became more and more intense, and the ghost energy in the Tower of Rebirth was continuously suppressed and suppressed, and those words began to gradually separate from their original carriers.

Countless characters seemed to be floating in the air, slowly gathered together, and hovered towards the top of the tower.After a stick of incense, the rudimentary form of the word dragon is revealed, and countless "one" characters form the dragon's beard, shining golden light.

At the same time, in the study, the teacup on the tea table suddenly trembled slightly.

Xingjun, who had been waiting like an old monk sitting still, opened his eyes and glanced at the small pond in the courtyard—two koi jumped out of the water as if they were running for their lives, and when they landed, they turned into two fist-sized small ponds. Fatty, walking the bird naked.

The water in the pool is completely black. This is Shang Si's ink pool.

"Mr. Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing! The big formation is open!" Two chubby guys ran over and pulled Xing Jun's trousers.

"Go and play with the big flower." Xing Jun ruthlessly threw the two little fat men to the big cat, but he stood still, frowning slightly, and the surging magic power penetrated into the big formation in the city from the bottom of his feet.

Shang Si is the guardian of the formation, and the heart of the formation is naturally in his study.

At this moment, he is in the Pagoda of Rebirth, and when the child's hour arrives, he will release the black seven leaves according to the predetermined plan and start to slay the demon.In order to prevent accidents, it was decided to temporarily close the tower of death.

And Xing Jun, who was supposed to be in the Pagoda of Rebirth, naturally replaced Shang Si and went to the world to sit in charge.With him, the Master of the Pagoda of Rebirth, in the world, the deterrence of ghosts is stronger than that of Shang Si.

During the time when the tower of death is closed, ghosts cannot be extradited, which is something to be vigilant about.

Xingjun stood with his hands behind his back, rubbing his fingers subconsciously, with a dignified expression.Suddenly, he turned to Mochi and asked, "How is it with you?"

After the words fell, Shang Si, who was standing on the railing on the ninth floor, looked up and said, "It's okay."

He was still barefoot, and the hem of his bright red clothes was already stained with ink, and ink was still dripping down the Langhao pen held in his right hand.

Falling, falling, falling into the deep well mouth on the ground floor.

The child's hour is approaching, but it has not yet arrived.

"Fourth Master." Lu Zhifei's voice sounded behind him, cool and hidden gentle, just like a stream of spring water in the south of the Yangtze River.

Shang Si turned his head and saw the tea bowl he was holding in both hands, he picked it up and moistened his throat.The temperature of the tea is always just right, neither hot nor lose the taste due to the loss of temperature.

"Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?" Shang Dada squatted down on the railing, and raised his hand to caress his cheek, almost rubbing the ink on his face.

But Lu Zhifei just watched from the sidelines, how could he get tired?

"You are busy." Lu Zhifei took back the teacup and smiled, "Just finish your work early."

"Okay, I'll listen to Yuanyuan." Shang Si kissed him on the cheek, flirtatiously.

That's how Lu Zhifei made him like him. He never asked questions like "Are you sure, is it dangerous?"

Soon, Lu Zhifei retreated to Qiao Fengmian's side, and sat quietly behind the big knife.Qiao Fengmian glanced at his embroidering frame, "What are you embroidering for him again? Have you finished wearing all the clothes in his room? There are gold threads everywhere, so he might as well wear gold on his body."

After eating golden dog food for so many years, Qiao Fengmian felt extremely revengeful.

Lu Zhifei replied: "These golden threads were consecrated by the master."

The master has opened the light.

again.

Your things are all opened up.

Which master?

Isn't the demon monk of Hanshan Temple afraid of being cursed by him?

Really.

No matter how Qiao Fengmian slandered, he would not pay attention to him who was as calm as Lu Zhifei.In his eyes, Qiao Fengmian will always be Xiao Qiao, an awkward young master who won't grow up.

His teacher entrusted him to Shang Si back then, and Shang Si was his parent. He took him home, sent him to school, and held a parent-teacher meeting for him. It was almost the same as raising a son.

The head of the family, Shang Si, shoulders the important task of supporting the family, and is still working hard at this moment.

The character dragon hovered in the Tower of Rebirth, and the black gold characters turned into scales, and spiritual power flowed with every breath.It was roaring, and the deliberately suppressed thunder-like roar echoed in the tower, but it was like the sound processed in an old gramophone, with a sense of vicissitudes and remoteness.

Tick, tick, time is running.

The time has finally come.

A little brilliance flashed in Zishang's four eyes, he raised his right hand holding the pen, and clicked the last stroke.This brush stroke is in the void, black ink drops peel off from the tip of the pen, and transparent ripples quickly spread around until they spread to the entire Tower of Rebirth.

In an instant, an invisible coercion fell like a bronze bell, and accompanied by a huge Sanskrit sound, all the ghosts in the tower squatted on the ground covering their ears.

"Boom-"

The ink drop seems to fall slowly to the bottom of the tower, passing through the hovering dragon body, and falling into the deep well mouth.But it seemed as if it was smashed in abruptly, breaking some kind of confinement, and the moment it entered the well, it turned into black mist and filled the air.

The ghosts trembled even more, and they could feel that something was about to come out of the well.That feeling was terrible, as if all the negative emotions in their hearts began to boil, and scarlet claws even grew out, firmly grasping their hearts.

next moment.

"boom--"

The surging black mist, like a nuclear bomb explosion, gushed out of the wellhead quickly, fascinating everyone's sight.However, in the boundless black mist, the golden dragon body is still dazzling, the dragon's beard is flying, and the sharp claws are angrily tearing through the thick black mist, and bite off!