Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

This secluded bamboo forest is really too familiar to Yun Zhuo.

"Aunt Yinxi?"

He stared blankly at the scene that couldn't be more familiar, and wondered:

"Could it be that the 'fairy' in the red maple forest is actually the disciple of the holy lady in the purple bamboo forest."

When Situ Lin heard the words, he also looked into the illusion, and there was indeed a woman in purple skirt with a clear face slowly walking in front of the stone tablet, it was Yin Xi.

"Well, Master Aunt's apprentice is really mysterious."

Seeing the two figures, one red and one purple whispering and talking in the bamboo forest, gradually drifting away, Situ Lin squinted his eyes playfully, and then thought: "However, I also heard from my father that every generation of Lin Zhongsheng Auntie, I will accept one apprentice according to the spiritual power hexagram in my life, and this only one apprentice will be the successor of the next generation of holy aunt."

"The hexagram? Then according to what you say, this girl Danzhu was appointed by the hexagram to be Aunt Yinxi's disciple after she was born?"

Yun Zhuo listened thoughtfully, and said after a while: "Hey, I said that when I fought against this Danzhu, why did I feel that her illusion method was familiar. It turned out to be from the saint's line."

Situ Lin also nodded, acquiescing to his analysis, the memory illusion in front of him slowly flipped, and the next scene was the meditation room of indeterminate conception.

The stone walls in the quiet room are in vain, and the atmosphere is so quiet and depressing that it is a bit suffocating. There is a person sitting cross-legged in the middle, wearing a black and gray Taoist robe, with a high hair crown, and a grim face that still shows grief—it is the Taoist priest Qingluo in his youth. .

It seems that in Qingshi Town, Daoist Duan once said that after the second brother woke up and explained the whole story of returning to Litan that day, Daoist Qingluo went back to the sect for several months in a low mood?

Memories of the past gradually come to mind, Yun Zhuo narrowed his eyes.

——It seems that what appeared in this illusion was at that moment.

"...Danzhu."

A low murmur suddenly came from Qing Luo's mouth, I don't know if it was because of the days of quiet thinking that he felt the pain of lovesickness, or because the regret was still unresolved and he remembered the person he knew dear.

Unexpectedly, before his lingering sound fell, it seemed as if something had been sensed in the air, and a piece of red maple condensed with spiritual power slowly floated down, leaping and dancing, light and beautiful, and quietly stopped and hung on the Taoist priest's shoulder.

Qing Luo stretched out her hand, but the maple gradually turned transparent and melted into a fine powder in the cold air.

He frowned, nodded and said, "I see."

"Huh? Know what?"

Yun Zhuo couldn't see why.

"This Hongfeng, I'm afraid it's Danzhu's secret technique of sound transmission."

Situ Lin squeezed his chin, and thought: "If I had to guess, it's probably because the two of them wanted to deceive others. Qing Luo first pretended to retreat to isolate the outside news, and then Dan Zhu used this method to inform him about the investigation of Nagui Litan. result."

"Well, it's so mysterious."

Yun Zhuo rubbed his brows, and said again: "Then could it be that the two of them really dug up more clues than we did back then?"

Situ Lin nodded: "Sage Aunt has a lot of secret techniques, and Daoist Luo is an undecided disciple, so he probably had a lot more skills than us back then."

"Brother Luo, this is..."

However, before the two could think about it in detail, Danzhu's call suddenly came from the illusion, and the scene of the quiet room disappeared, and the time span did not know how many years later.

But seeing the girl in the red dress, she has lost her youthful appearance in the maple forest in the past, and her expression looks a bit girlish and charming. Plum blossoms brilliantly in a white snow field.

But Yun Zhuo's gaze froze suddenly when he touched the scene behind the two.

He said in a daze, "...how could they be here?"

It was a dilapidated small residence at the foot of Tianshan Mountain. The mud walls seemed to be scorched black by an old fire, and the roof beams were broken into several sections by the accumulated snow that had not been swept away for many months.

And the so-called "roof" has long since decayed with the wind and water and turned into residue, which is scattered and frozen together with the ice and snow of the next year, and the color cannot be distinguished.

A wooden signboard soaked with old water or blood, was obliquely hidden in the white snow in front of the house, and Qingyi's writing on it was faintly discernible.

—— Guanxueju.

Yun Zhuo shook his head silently—this scene, it seems, was the year when he was crusaded and died.

"Brother Luo, what are you doing here!"

Dan Zhu tightened the red cloak on his body, and muttered: "The Bai family who stole the token of returning home, haven't they been dealt with by Yunya Palace? Even Yebai's third younger brother Yun Zhuo who protected the rest of his crimes, isn't it? You died in southern Xinjiang. Brother Li's revenge has been avenged, what are you doing here?"

"Yujin's revenge has been avenged, so..."

Qing Luo, who was dressed in a gray and black cloud-pattern robe, took two steps towards the dilapidated house in front of him. The clotted white snow was stepped on by the soles of his boots to make a soft "crackling" sound, which echoed in the empty world. Extraordinarily clear.

The Taoist stretched out his hand, gently brushed off the snow on the wooden sign, shook his head and said, "I always feel that the thief who stole the token should not be..."

"What should it be? Should it be the fox family?"

Thinking about the recent rumors, Dan Zhu widened his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Brother Luo, did you discover something else?"

"Do not……"

Hearing Dan Zhu's words up to this point, Qing Luo hesitated, and the Taoist priest gradually clenched his right hand covered in snow, as if he was struggling to make a decision, but hesitating and unable to make a decision.

After a long time, until the snow in the hand melted into snow water and dripped down, Qing Luo finally took a deep breath, and whispered to Dan Zhu: "It's nothing, I was talking nonsense for a while. I came this time, but I want to pay homage to Yujin's soul here. It's cold here, and the ceremony of worship is cumbersome, so you should go back to Chang'an first."

"... Luoge?"

Suddenly chased away by his lover, Danzhu tilted his head to look at Qingluo dissatisfied, but the Taoist priest's expression was firm, his intention was decided, and Danzhu thought about it, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

So, although the girl in red was unwilling, she could only shake off the snow on her body twice, kissed Qing Luo on the cheek hesitantly, and said with a wave of her hand: "Then I'm really leaving, after you come back, Remember to come to Fenglin to find me."

Qing Luo nodded: "Definitely."

Watching the red figure gradually fly away between the sky, Qing Luo finally exhaled the breath he had been holding up just now, and the half-cold water vapor in the air fainted into a white ball, and slowly fell down.

"Mr. Sirius."

The Taoist stared at the dilapidated Guanxueju, and called out in a low voice, but Yun Zhuo, who was in a trance outside the illusion, trembled, almost thinking that there was a disorder in the space.

"At the beginning, I thought that you were just a naughty young master who failed Ye Bai's love and care. You only knew about disputes and troubles, neglected to check for ghosts, and even washed Yunya blood for the son of a sinner. You deserved it when you died in Southern Border."

Qing Luo shook his head, and said again: "But now it seems that, maybe, you just did something that any person with a conscience would do, to complain about the unjust death, right?"

... Daoist Luo?

As soon as these words came out, Yun Zhuo felt another stagnation in his heart.

He died with a notoriety, and three years later, he never hoped that someone would say a word for him, nor did he have any hope that anyone in the world could understand his difficulties.

But at this moment, the Taoist priest who had always been cold and serious in his impression made such words.For a moment, Yun Zhuo felt mixed feelings in his heart, as if the heart that had been pretending to suffer for many years with nowhere to complain was finally opened up—it was mixed with the slightest pain from the past, but it also had a place to vent.

However, thinking of everything that happened to Daoist Qing Luo later, he couldn't help closing his eyes again.

Died from inexplicable serious injuries, the corpse in the coffin was stolen, and the unrecognized corpse in Wangquan Town...

Could it be that it was precisely because Daoist Qing Luo found out the real cause of Li Che's death that he touched the real murderer Nilin and suffered a catastrophe...

...Good people don't get rewarded, why is this world always so upside down?

The many experiences along the way, mixed with the past, all came to mind, Yun Zhuo's grief suddenly rose, and he tightened the five fingers that he held with Situ Lin under his sleeves.

Fortunately, Situ Lin at the side sensed that he was in a wrong mood, so he didn't say anything. The five fingers interlocked with Yun Zhuo lightly swept over the back of his hand, as if silently comforting him.

After a while, the man picked up the fan again, and pointed to the illusory realm in front of him: "Yun Zhuo, look quickly."

Qing Luo didn't know when she stood up, stretched her right hand, which she had held for a long time, into her bosom, fumbled and took out something.

——It was a water-red silk handkerchief with a row of returning geese embroidered in the middle. Although the fabric was not expensive, it was washed clean by the owner. The corners were a bit rough, obviously it had been used for some years.

"handkerchief?"

As soon as Yun Zhuo saw this thing, his grief lessened a little, but he still had doubts, and thought: "This Taoist Qing Luo pushed Dan Zhu away, but took out such a thing mysteriously, could it be that he The investigation came and went, the clues obtained?"

When Situ Lin heard the words, he remained silent, only frowned, and said after a while: "Do you still remember the letter that lured my senior brother back to Litan?"

"I remember, but what's the difference between that letter and this..."

Doubt subconsciously blurted out, but before the question could be finished, Yun Zhuo's heart froze suddenly, and he instantly understood what Situ Lin meant.

——The handwriting on that letter back then was delicate and delicate, and it should have been written by a woman.And the handkerchief that Qing Luo took out as evidence was also used by the woman.

All the clues of the old things suddenly matched the things in this memory, and Yun Zhuo couldn't help but fell into deep thought: "Could it be?"

"good."

Situ Lin was so thoughtful, seeing this memory illusion before and after, he had a general idea in his heart, and concluded: "Back then, Yunya Palace only knew that people got all the stolen goods, but they completely forgot the importance of this letter in the murder of my senior brother. Guan role. And Daoist Qing Luo may have been searching for doubts all the way, and finally found some clues."

"You mean, the person who wrote the letter, the person who stole the token, and even the real culprit behind the return to Litan incident may all be this mysterious woman, not the family that was executed by Yunya Palace three years ago."

At this point, Yun Zhuo took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as if the obsession that had been held back for a long time finally had a release.

His voice was a little trembling: "So, Daoist Qing Luo found out the problem, so he dismissed Dan Zhu. Because, such a matter of human life and nature can be easily distorted and framed. The instigator must have Not an ordinary person."

Situ Lin nodded: "He doesn't want his beloved girl to be in danger with him."

"It's a pity that Daoist Luo is such a good person."

Thinking of Qing Luo's ending, Yun Zhuo sighed again.

Unfortunately, after this trip to Tianshan, although Qing Luo returned to Chang'an, he never saw Danzhu again.

The Taoist priest was ambushed by monsters on the way back to Guanguan. Although his swordsmanship was fierce and he tried his best to kill it, he was injured in the end.

Later, just like what Yun Zhuo heard in Yin Xi's description, Qing Luo was ill for several months, but he didn't get better, and died strangely.Even though he consulted all the medical officials in Wudingguan, he still couldn't find the slightest clue of his death.

Then the lid of the coffin in the cave was closed, and people never returned.

But the death of Daoist Qing Luo was by no means an accident.

Once again, I saw the invited writers in the temple saying in unison that "the Taoist priest died because of his injuries", but Yun Zhuo was more convinced of this idea than at any time along the way.

At the juncture that touched the verge of the truth of Guilitan's old case, there is almost no other possibility except that the real murderer behind the scenes has no other way to kill and wipe out the truth.

"what are you going to do!"

But apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so.Hearing a low cry, the memory turned to the second year after Qing Luo's death, in the quiet cave where the ice coffin was placed, the two stood one behind the other.

Danzhu is still wearing a bright red dress, but although the color is gorgeous, it doesn't feel any warmth when viewed, and the glass bell is still adorned on the wrist, and the sound of the sound adds a bit of desolation.

Her red lips, which had been painted with lipstick, were bitten into white marks by white teeth. After many years, the innocence and delicacy of a girl between her brows disappeared, replaced by a chilling obsession and hatred.

And the man in black who was blocking her behind was none other than Ghost King Mo Yao.

Mo Yao shook his head and said: "He has been dead for almost two years, why not let him go with peace of mind!"

"not good!"

Danzhu shook his head, and let out a scream as if losing his composure, with tears in his eyes.

She whispered: "Brother Luo has been dead for two years! In the past two years, I have always dreamed of Tianshan that year. He told me to leave, and I left... Who knows, this departure turned out to be a farewell. "

At this point, Danzhu took another deep breath, suppressed his crying and said, "I regret it, why didn't I follow him at that time. I clearly, clearly guessed something!"

"The dead cannot be resurrected."

Mo Yao closed his eyes, and said again: "It's useless to say these things now."

"But at least, at least I want to find out who killed him!"

Danzhu suddenly clenched his fists tightly, his slender fingers turning white.

She turned around to look at Mo Yao, shook her head and said, "You, don't you want to..."

"...Why don't I want to."

Mo Yao raised his eyes without hesitation, but finally he let out a long sigh as if thinking of something, and said, "But this place is his resting place after all, we are stealing corpses."

"What about stealing corpses?"

Dan Zhu raised his gauze sleeves and painted between Dan Kou's five fingers, pieces of red maple came out in response to the call, and instantly wrapped the ice coffin tightly.

She closed her tear-stained eyes, and said with a determined word: "If the Taoist priests of Wuding Temple can't find out the cause of his death, I will investigate for them! Brother Luo's death can't be just like this." Unexplainably exposed!"

"Oh, that's all..."

Mo Yao, standing at the entrance of the cave, sighed.

And when the spiritual power dissipated, there was nothing in the ice coffin except for a piece of red maple that was like weeping blood.

"So, the people who steal the corpse are really Mo Yao and Dan Zhu!"

The biggest doubt along the way was suddenly solved, but Yun Zhuo had mixed feelings in his heart.

He sighed: "But I thought that the two of them had some malice to conceal the truth. But looking at it now, the act of stealing corpses can't be regarded as unreasonable."

"The death of my beloved is unknown, and no one can bear it. If I don't find out the truth, let alone say I'm sorry for the person who has passed away, I can't get over that hurdle in my heart."

Situ Lin shook his head, and suddenly said this.

Yun Zhuo joked without hesitation: "Hey, it seems like you have had this kind of experience too?"

"You can pretend that I have it." Situ Lin narrowed his eyes and did not deny it.

"what?"

When Yun Zhuo heard this, his heart "thumped".

Who is this talking about?

Brother Li?Or someone else?

"Hey, let's get back to business."

Seeing that the topic was about to go away, Situ Lin drew Yun Zhuo's attention with a wave of his fan, and then thought: "These two people, I'm afraid they are the same Taoist Duan as we are, and they just want to find out the death of Taoist Qingluo. Even the truth about returning to Litan that year."

"Ah."

Yun Zhuo nodded, and after a while, his eyes became suspicious again, and said: "But the investigation is the investigation, why did they slaughter Wangquan Town? Is it really just because Mo Yao's shell needs to be nourished with raw blood?"

Situ Lin said: "It may be so, or it may be more than that."

"What do you mean?" Yun Zhuo was suddenly puzzled.

"Don't forget, this Mo Yao can lock the soul."

Situ Lin rested his chin on his fan bone, and then analyzed: "If there are dozens of people who died in vain as sacrifices, their ghost practice will benefit greatly... cast spells when the resentment is the most serious, maybe use his lock The memory of the soul locked by the soul art is really more useful than my ghost pupil."

Yun Zhuo was thoughtful: "Is that so?"

Before the two had finished speaking, the last scene in the illusion suddenly appeared.

"You really do this?"

In the black hall above the high mountain, a few white candles were sparsely lit, and the dim yellow light spots were indistinct in the darkness, making people feel chills.

On the Wuqing stone bed lay Qing Luo's corpse covered in white cloth, while Dan Zhu next to him looked at Mo Yao and said worriedly: "Use the blood and resentment of dozens of people to help you cast spells, to spy on Luo Ge If the resentment gets out of control, no one knows what will happen. Have you thought about it?"

"Whether it's okay or not, there is only one way left."

Mo Yao shook his head, shook his clenched fist on the stone bed, and said, "Even if we don't take the risk, the dozens of people in Wangquan Town will not survive."

"you……"

Danzhu hesitated to speak.

"This half-human, not-ghost shell is too difficult to handle. If I don't use the raw blood of dozens of people to nourish it, I will be the one lying in the coffin in a few days."

Mo Yao sighed, and said again: "It's not that I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, it's just that there are too many unfinished business."

"Unfinished business?"

Yun Zhuo looked inexplicably outside the illusion, and wondered: "What unfinished business is so important that you have to survive by killing people?"

"Who knows what the ghost king is thinking."

Situ Lin spread his hands, but suddenly saw something in the illusion, and quickly patted Yun Zhuo, saying: "Look, there seems to be something wrong with their spellcasting!"

what?

Yun Zhuo hurriedly raised his eyes when he heard the words, but saw a magic circle drawn with raw blood on the mysterious hall, and the corners were still dripping down, and the painting was probably not long ago.

And above Xuandian, there was a terrifying cloud of black air, and the sound of weeping and whimpering could be heard endlessly, which made his back feel cold and his skin crawl.

The two people in the hall clasped their fingers together and sat cross-legged beside the stone bed, muttering something in their mouths.

It didn't take a moment for the magic circle to be full of blood, and the thick black resentment suddenly gathered like a magnet, and then it went straight to Qing Luo on the stone bed.

Unexpectedly, after the spiritual power and resentment oscillated for a while, it was actually the resentment that gained the upper hand, forming a black patch that suddenly broke through a corner of the magic circle.

"Oooooooooooooooooh-"

Qing Luo's body, which was suddenly enveloped in resentment, suddenly bounced up stiffly, and the sound of wailing and tearing in the black mist filled the hall.

No, these two didn't control their resentment!Instead, let Qing Luo take the grievances of a town as his own!

Yun Zhuo and Situ Lin looked at each other with serious expressions.

Sure enough, when the black mist dissipated, the Taoist priest on the stone bed slowly sat up, but his human form was gone.

The long hair is loose, the seven orifices are bleeding, and the eyes are about to split...

Dang-

He twisted his wrist, which had been stiff for many years, in a very strange posture, and then pulled out the Floating Sword behind him.

Although people are dry bones, the sword still shines coldly.

"Brother Luo!"

Dan Zhu, who fell to the ground due to the backlash of the spell, widened his eyes and let out a cry.

"careful!"

Seeing that the living corpse who had lost his mind struck with a sword, Mo Yao also quickly stopped the formation, and stepped forward to pull Dan Zhu away.

"Ow, ooh, ooh—"

Unexpectedly, seeing that there was no chance of a single blow, Qing Luo had no intention of fighting anymore, swung his long sword, and went straight to the gate of the palace.

"Brother Luo! Where are you going?!"

Within a few steps, Qing Luo had reached the door, and in a hurry, Dan Zhu leaned forward and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Mo Yao.

"Don't rush to chase."

The man in black shook his head, then said in a low voice, "Someone came in from the town outside."

"Who?"

Dan Zhu raised his anxious eyes that were almost crying.

"Wu Ding Guan Duan Zhaoying, Sirius Yunzhuo, and Demon Lord Nine Miao, Situ Lin."

Mo Yao spoke one by one in a low voice, but his right hand caressed the gleaming long knife, and looked out the door with a gloomy expression in his eyes: "After they fight for a while, we will go out for a meeting."

Before the lingering sound fell, white light suddenly appeared, and the illusion of memories came to an end.