soul repair

The soul cannot stay in the human world for a long time. The soul is separated from the body, just like being in a thick cloud. It can hear and feel, but nothing is clear.The green smoke is pulled like a thin thread, where it comes from is home, but where it ends is where it should go.Those with weak soul power will lose their consciousness and wander around after leaving the body. Not to mention wandering souls, they can't even distinguish the north, south, east, and west of their own courtyard.

Guan Lingdao followed the green smoke to the ancient painting, and gently pushed it with his hand.

A gust of spiritual energy suddenly surged and passed through his body. Guan Lingdao closed his eyes, his whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water, and he couldn't help shivering.

Weird.Guan Lingdao was startled.

The spiritual energy flutters along the ancient painting like a small breeze, although it is not so vicious that it drives people's souls away, it is also extremely tight, which is beyond the control of ordinary ascetics.Although there are countless formations in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, there are few formations that can prevent the entry of souls. The prohibition in this ancient painting feels a bit familiar, inexplicably like the ancient formations surrounding the Shangqing.

Guan Lingdao couldn't help being awed, but then felt a chill in his heart.

What this painting blocks are not ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts, but idlers who are not allowed to enter the supernatural.

After entering the mountain, the disciples of the Shangqing Palace must ask Sanchen to lift the restriction in person, and then they can freely enter and exit the Shangqing Palace, otherwise they will have to wander around, looking for a once-in-a-hundred-year fate.That being the case, the restriction of this painting has nothing to do with the strength of the soul, it depends on fate, or the person in the painting must lure him in, there is no way for a while.

Unwillingly, he pushed lightly on the ancient painting, causing the aura around him to pulsate non-stop, and his own soul also scattered in all directions, stopping in a hurry.Now that things had happened, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It's meaningless to force him to stay here. If he went back like this, he might anger Hua Luochun again, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

How to do this, wait for fate?Have to wait until the Year of the Monkey!

"The master in the painting, I was ordered by Hua Luochun, the head of the Hua family, to visit you. If I don't see you, he will kill me. It's convenient to see."

It was silent.

"Fairy in the painting, the head of the Hua family doesn't think about eating and drinking for you, even his beard has grown all over his face, his face is green and his lips are white, if this continues, he will die."

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound.

Guan Lingdao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.If he heard that Ji Qingyan was going to die, he would climb out of the grave even if he was out of breath, and go to see him with his last breath.The people in this painting have a lot to do with that Hua Luochun, if they still have the slightest consciousness, how could they not move at all.

Could it be that he really lost his soul?

Hua Luochun's temperament is unpredictable, if he told him that he failed to go in, he would definitely kill someone, and if he told him that the person in the painting disappeared, the consequences would be even more unpredictable.Hua Luochun needs a reason to kill others, but killing him, a sinner, soul cultivator is justified, and he doesn't even need to find an excuse.

Thinking of what to do, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "Your man kills people like hemp, and you have to be buried with someone else when you die. I just fell in love with Master Xiangxiang, and I haven't done enough. How could you bear to let him be a widow—"

Now that things have come to an end, they have to find a way to coax Hua Luochun.

Hua Luochun couldn't listen to the truth, so she had to pick out good things he liked to hear, and only said that although the man was still alive, his body was weak, so he had to continue his life.When the time comes, take one step at a time and find a way to escape with Master as soon as possible.

Turning around with a heavy heart, suddenly the spiritual energy behind him came slowly, falling on his neck and wrists like cool silk, wrapping him gently.Guan Lingdao turned around in a daze, and suddenly felt that the scene in the ancient painting was much clearer. The tables and chairs seemed to be placed in front of him. It was originally an ink painting, but it became much more real unconsciously.

He walked slowly towards the painting, his aura was pulling in front of him, he took a step up, and suddenly stepped on the solid ground.

The clouds cleared and the fog cleared, everything was like an ordinary scene, and there was no trace of ink and wash.When he turned his head again, there was a clean bluestone wall behind him, surrounded by real scenes, and nothing unusual could be seen.A moment ago he was still anxious outside the painting, but now he has left Hua Luochun's courtyard and is inside the painting.

How did you get in, and was pulled in by someone?

There was no one in the room, half-painted paintings were placed on the table, the brush was dropped on the paper, the ink was dry, and even the wooden bucket containing the washing ink was only half an inch left.The room was tidy, but the table was so messy, it seemed that something unexpected happened, and the painter left in a hurry.

Or, halfway through the painting, the lights are exhausted, and the people in the painting have lost their souls.

Guan Lingdao walked around the room. Although the furnishings were elegant and simple, except for a few changes of clothes and a few books he often read, there was nothing else.There are painting scriptures on the bookcase, it can be seen that this person is a person who loves painting like an idiot, and his practice is painting, and the practice of painting is generally a painting repair.

After he came in, he couldn't find anyone, Hua Luochun was afraid that he would go crazy after hearing this.

The sound of the old man's recitation came from a distance outside the window, melodious like a dragon's chant, solemn and peaceful, Guan Lingdao's eyelids trembled, and the sound suddenly brought back long-lasting memories.

The blue sky outside the window was like washing, and catkins were blown in by the breeze, it was the warm spring of March in Shangqing Palace.Guan Lingdao looked at the Taoist statue more than ten feet high in the mountains as if lost in his soul, gently opened the door and walked out, rising against the wind, and flew towards the old man's voice.

That's right, he had heard this voice before, which disturbed him for days and nights, and made him be discovered by Ji Qingyan that he could hear the soul.This voice is the old preacher who has been locked in the water prison for hundreds of years in the Shangqing Palace!

The spiritual energy in the mountains fluttered, and the green leaves fluttered in the sunlight. Guan Lingdao flew faster and faster, his face was flushed by the oncoming wind, and his mood was turbulent.

The sound of teaching was getting closer and closer, and there were green smoke in front of the main hall in the distance, people nodded, and there were hundreds of young disciples who were listening to the class attentively, all of them were respectful and attentive.The old man swung his long beard and fluttered his wide sleeves, solemn and dignified, and the echo echoed in the valley.

Presupernatant, presupernatant in its heyday.

"Soul cultivators, you can practice the technique of wandering souls together with this technique. When the soul leaves the body, it can make the eyes and ears clearer, and it will last longer. If you don't know, you can go to the Lord of the Sixth Palace and the Lord of the Ninth Palace for advice after the court meeting—"

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to go forward. He hid behind the tree and watched as if fascinated. He didn't want to miss a word, and his face was full of yearning and foolishness.Daoist and soul cultivator coexist, they are in harmony with each other, they sit face to face and practice together, he dreams of this day every day in his dreams.

It's just unexpected that this scene existed a long time ago, hundreds of years ago, in the same place, with the same landscape.After going around and around, he still has to go to the supernatant.The supernatant is not a place for him to hide, it is his destination, his home, and where all the answers lie.

After an unknown amount of time, the disciples stood up from the front of the main hall with the sound of Mingjin colliding.Guan Lingdao didn't dare to stay for a long time, for fear of being discovered as an outsider, he quickly got away and flew towards the back mountain, taking shelter in places where few people went.

The warm fragrance of spring was everywhere in the air, Guan Lingdao was flying quietly in a secluded place, looking around carefully, suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted over his nose.

He froze for a moment.

He paused in his footsteps, thought for a while, and couldn't help but fly past the faint fragrance.After walking for a while, he stopped, hiding behind a clump of reeds, and saw a white figure sitting by the lake in the distance.He couldn't see the man's face, but he knew it was a young man from his clothes and body, with a straight back and wide snow-white sleeves hanging down his sides.

Guan Lingdao's lips trembled slightly.

"Come out." The man said suddenly.

Guan Lingdao's heart trembled frantically as if someone had pinched it.was found!

He clenched his fists and didn't know what to do. His heart sank, he gritted his teeth, and was about to come out to confess his guilt. Suddenly, there was a slight shake from the tree ten feet in front of him, and a boy who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old flew down from above. He flew towards the man by the lake.

"Master." The boy's appearance was unclear, but his face and neck were covered with blood. He smiled and put a branch with red fruit on his leg.

Guan Lingdao squatted down biting his lip, his mind became more and more confused, and he listened silently.

The man in white looked at the bloodstains on his face: "Going to fight again."

"That bald eagle guards that tree all day long to keep people from approaching. It's not planted by it, it's from our Shangqing Palace. It's not wrong for me to snatch it." The boy squatted down and smiled gruffly. Pulled a few feathers from the top of its head."

The man in white was silent.

The boy wiped the red fruit with his sleeve, and brought it to the mouth of the man in white: "Master has been practicing hard recently."

The man in white pressed his shoulder silently. The young man seemed to have a wound on his shoulder. He yelled muffled and fell down to sit down. Suddenly, his face felt cool and comfortable. The man held a white light to cover his cheek.

"I went to look for you three days ago, but you weren't here." After a long silence, the man in white opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Well, I went down the mountain to drink, and I just came back this morning. Dad talked to me a few days ago." The young man lowered his head and forced a smile, "I just remembered that you love red notes, so I went to fight with that bald eagle. "

"What did the old Palace Master tell you?"

The young man still lowered his head: "I didn't say anything, but I was just reasoning with me." He scratched his head, his eyes were confused: "Father said that Master's qualifications are rare in a thousand years, and he has rare immortal luck in this life, so I must not delay it." You. The ancient inheritance of Shangqing has not been inherited for 1000 years. Father said that you are the true one. I, I am not as good as you, so please don’t disturb your cultivation—"

When he said this, he stopped suddenly, and after a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "The day after tomorrow we will choose the successor. My father puts all his expectations on Master. Master, don't let him down." On the shoulder of the man in white, he sighed and said with a smile: "After obtaining the inheritance, Master will have to retreat for 50 years. No one will heal me no matter how serious my injury is."

"I'm not necessarily the one who inherits."

"Don't say that, Master's opportunity is once in a thousand years. Hello, Master, I am also happy." The young man looked at him helplessly, and whispered, "I'll go first. Father won't let me come to you. Master, don't tell him .”

The man in white looked at him silently and lowered his head: "When did you listen to the old palace master?"

The young man was startled, and said with a smile: "That's right, if I had listened to him since childhood, he wouldn't have handed me over to you to discipline me."

He bowed his head and got up to leave, but the man in white suddenly grabbed his hand: "Come to my room tonight, I have something to tell you."

"Huh?" The boy's expression was evasive, and he laughed dryly, "I just came to say goodbye today. After 50 years, Master must concentrate on meditation, so as not to have the time to—"

The man in white's eyes darkened, and he looked at him quietly: "Come here tonight, I have something to tell you."

Guan Lingdao listened from a distance, but couldn't see the expressions on the faces of the two, but his heart was horrified and confused like hemp rope.This man in white has the aptitude and luck to become an immortal in this life, and he can inherit the inheritance of the ancient Shangqing.

But this was not the reason why Guan Lingdao was the creepiest.

Now his hairs are standing on end, his heart is in a state of confusion, he wonders who these two people are, why are they so, so alike——

The young man stared at him blankly, his heart agitated, and for some reason, he nodded his head in a strange way: "Yes."

"Some of the words of the old Palace Mistress are admirable, while others are unnecessary."

"Ah."

The young man sat obediently beside him as if he had been swallowed by a gu, and the man in white put his palms on the scar on his neck, and let him lie on his side in his arms: "The old palace lord told you to distance yourself from me, so you distanced yourself from me, but you also Didn't ask me if I wanted to. You just want to distance yourself from me—do you want to?"

The boy shrank into his arms and shook his head.

The man in white lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Turn around."

The young man opened his eyes in shame and looked up, saw his face close at hand, and suddenly leaned his head into his arms again: "Master, Dad said that no other master and apprentice are as close as we are. It's like you are with him, you respect him I love him, but I still stand three feet away from him when I talk, and I’m not as big or small as I am. You kissed me that night, even though you were drunk—"

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked suddenly, the warm breath caressed his face, and the soft and slippery tongue pushed in from the slightly opened mouth.

God, it's just like that——!

Guan Lingdao hid in the reeds, only to hear the panting of the two gradually out of control, and felt a little hot in his heart, he couldn't help feeling ashamed and ashamed, wishing to crawl up to them to see what happened, but also felt that don't look at or listen to injustice, and can't do it anymore. stay here.

He stepped back distractedly, and before he left, he couldn't help but look back at the two of them. The boy's hair was disheveled, his clothes were loose on his chest, revealing most of his white shoulders, and he was sitting on the man in white. What.

"Master, I'm hard, you touch me, touch me, it's so uncomfortable—"

Guan Lingdao quickly covered his eyes and stepped back, he had already made up his mind.The cultivation base of these two people is not low, but they can't feel that he is close at hand. It can be seen that the people in these paintings are just doing their own things, and they don't realize his existence at all.

What exactly are these people, living here so alive?