soul repair

In the early morning of the next day when he came back from Qin Weiming holding the book, something happened to Guan Lingdao.

He missed the court meeting held every ten days by the disciples of Muzhe Palace.

The time of the court meeting was clearly recorded in the gate rules, so Guan Lingdao shouldn't miss it.Ji Qingyan and Song Guzhui were absent, and Mo Baiqi took over as the host. Mo Baiqi sent two disciples to look for him all over the mountain. After searching for a long time, he finally brought him back from the back mountain of Muzhe Palace.

He was basking in the morning sun by the lake at that time.

Guan Lingdao couldn't help being extremely weird: "Isn't there a court meeting on the first and fifteenth day of every month?"

"Who did you hear? The court meeting is held every ten days, and it is recorded in the seventh article of the door rules. Don't say that you haven't read the seventh article." Made that mistake."

There seemed to be such a rule, but he remembered that it was the first and fifteenth day of each month.

After receiving the punishment from Mo Baiqi, he hurried back to his room and opened the door.

It turned out to be completely different from me!

He was covered in cold sweat and read the scroll carefully. He also had an impression of the gate rules written on it. It seemed that what he saw yesterday was indeed like this, but after waking up in the morning, why did it suddenly change?

Not only is the world different, but the memory is deep, as if someone forced him to remember it.

what happened?

That night, he recited the Shangqing Gate Regulations again, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

wrong!Why is it different?

Obviously, the door rules I memorized the night before, when I woke up the next morning, they would be changed for no reason, completely different from what I memorized the night before.For example, the gate rules said to get up at Chenshi, but when he woke up, he recited "Get up at Maoshi", the time of the court meeting did not match, and the rest of the chapters and paragraphs were completely different.

He is a little clever, and he is not slow to memorize books, but after waking up, he remembers the house rules differently. If he memorizes it, he doesn't memorize it. Who can stand this kind of trouble?

That night, after midnight, Guan Lingdao felt drowsy while touching the exam questions. After some time, when he was about to close his eyes, an old voice came from somewhere, solemn and intermittent. , Guan Lingdao suddenly sobered up.

The voice was erratic, wandering, without the slightest sense of reality.

Guan Lingdao lived with his master in a remote place in the mountains since he was a child, and he seldom heard voices at night, and only occasionally heard ghosts when he stayed in town.This voice was different from what he had heard before, speaking in a very orderly manner, unhurried, and constantly chanting.After listening carefully, what the voice was reading was the door regulation that came from nowhere, Guan Lingdao listened quietly for a moment, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

There is actually a ghost in the Shangqing Palace, who recites the rules of an unknown sect day after day.What's going on here?

He stood up quietly, opened the window and looked over, the source of the sound was the several mountain peaks behind the Shangqing Palace, where the sound of stone knocking prevented him from entering.What is going on there, how can there be such a sound?

Although the voice was not loud, it was very persistent, as if desperately trying to embed the door rules in Guan Lingdao's mind.

That night he didn't dare to fall asleep, and took a nap at dawn, not wanting to wake up when the sun was shining, it was already noon, and his mind was full of confusion, the door rules of the Shangqing and the door rules he heard in the middle of the night were mixed together, and they were indistinguishable. Clearly right or wrong, it has changed again.

The sun above his head had slipped slightly to the west, Guan Lingdao was miserable, and before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly dressed and rushed to the reception hall in Xueling.Qin Weiming was packing up his things and preparing to leave, Guan Lingdao stopped him with a smile, "Deacon Qin, I'll come to you for the exam!"

Qin Weiming glanced at him, sat down quietly, and took out the exam questions again.The paper was automatically spread out on the table in front of Guan Lingdao. Guan Lingdao lowered his head and kept silent, trying to write down the answers he remembered.

Guan Lingdao sat quietly in the room that night, the disturbing voice really made him unbearable.He gritted his teeth and got up, thinking: It's late at night, and the whole Muzhe Palace is resting, even if you go out, no one will find out, it's better to go out and find out.If it goes on like this, who can stand being taught such a mess of family rules every night?

Tonight, no matter what, I have to go to the back mountain to find out the truth!

Guan Lingdao went out the door quietly.

The night shrouded the mountain peaks behind in darkness, like shadows in the punishment hall of Muzhe Palace, which shot straight into the sky.

The old voice seemed to be far away, the fog was thick at night, Guan Lingdao was wet all over.Gradually, it flew between several mountain peaks, getting deeper and deeper, and suddenly, there was a fragrance in the air that came from nowhere.The smell was very weak at first, but gradually became stronger, and Guan Lingdao stopped involuntarily.

This breath is probably some kind of rare spiritual herb, maybe it is nearby, should I pick it or not?

Anyway, the spirit grass can't escape, so it's better to look at it when you come back.He continued to walk towards the old man's voice without distraction.After flying several tens of feet, the old man's voice stopped abruptly.

Guan Lingdao didn't know where to go.It was the time for the old man to rest in the middle, so he had to wait in the mountains.After a long time, the old man's voice still hadn't appeared, Guan Lingdao turned around with a dark face and flew towards the fragrance in the mountains.

This is God's will, waiting for the voice to appear again, it is better to pick flowers first.

Guan Lingdao lowered his head and stepped on the stone road in the mountains. The nearby water was gurgling and pattering. He could see a lake in the dim moonlight.He turned around an old tree, his blocked sight suddenly opened up, and he stopped suddenly.

There are people here!

That person naturally also saw him, and the two looked at each other silently.

Immediately afterwards, Guan Lingdao turned around and flew away without looking back, his heart was beating wildly, tears were almost streaming down his face.With a hand on his shoulder, Guan Lingdao trembled slightly, and cried out in fear: "Third Palace Master, Third Palace Master, I didn't see anything tonight! I didn't appear here either, you misjudged the person Ah, I misread the person!"

The whole body was surrounded by a faint fragrance, and a voice with no emotions could be heard, low and deep, which made Guan Lingdao feel cold all over his body: "What are you doing here?"

Guan Lingdao was about to cry: "I can't sleep at night, I can't sleep, come out for a walk!"

Ji Qingyan pulled his collar back expressionlessly, Guan Lingdao staggered and fell into his arms, and suddenly found that Ji Qingyan's clothes were unraveled, and the fragrance came, and he couldn't help feeling distracted.

God, I thought about this at this time!

It's bad, he was so unlucky tonight that he bumped into Ji Qingyan and made a foul. Now he doesn't know if he can go back alive.

Ji Qingyan threw him on the grass, his eyes were so cold that his blood froze, and his face was expressionless.Guan Lingdao met his gaze, not sure if he was subconsciously thinking the worst, but he always felt that Ji Qingyan was looking at a dead person, and his heart suddenly became cold.Why is he so frightening, that look clearly has the meaning of murder, what did he find out about him?

Guan Lingdao thought about the scene of his own death many times, but he never thought of this kind of thing. He forced a smile and stood up: "Third Princess, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are more handsome."

Ji Qingyan looked at him unmoved, with a calm expression.

Guan Lingdao felt a little disheartened for no apparent reason, he just smiled when he was sad, and the smile on his face was deeper at this time: "Third Princess, you should be more decisive when you strike, I am actually quite afraid of pain, and even more afraid of procrastination." It hurts to die. Master said that if a person dies indifferently, it is easy to generate resentment, and after death, he will linger and become an evil spirit. Three princesses, look at me so good-looking, how terrible it would be to become an evil spirit Ugly, please do me a favor, let me die, or be reincarnated, don't let me die too painfully."

Ji Qingyan looked at the smile on his face, his eyes moved slightly.The smile on this man's face is really annoying, it's a heartless smile, and he is still talking poorly before he dies, which makes people hate him.

Seeing that he was still, Guan Lingdao couldn't help feeling the hope in his heart come out unwillingly.Or he was thinking too much, in fact, he ran into him accidentally, as long as he made sure not to talk nonsense, he wouldn't have to kill himself?

Ji Qingyan looked at him with lowered eyes, and suddenly said coldly: "Your spiritual root is completely destroyed, don't think much about what to do in the future, and you still have leisure time to wander around, not doing business."

Guan Lingdao swallowed his anger and said, "Yes, the third princess taught me the lesson."

Ji Qingyan didn't say anything, suddenly, a gust of cold wind rose around Guan Lingdao, and when he looked up, there was nothing in front of him.

Guan Lingdao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his body was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't even move a finger standing there.It's dangerous, it's really dangerous tonight, Ji Qingyan's appearance just now is simply terrifying, what did he know?

The voice of the old man in the distance was still intermittent, but Guan Lingdao didn't dare to go further into the mountains tonight, so he stood up and walked back.

Before returning to Muzhe Palace, I only heard bright lights in the direction of Luohe, and faint noises.