soul repair

It was covered with white snow, and the courtyard was clean. It was as cold as the little boy in white clothes standing under the dead tree.

Several children were chasing and playing with the snow, laughing and beating until their bodies were covered in snowflakes, but the little boy in white didn't approach, but just stood in the corner watching from a distance.

"Brother, brother..." A little girl in a pink padded jacket wobbled over. She was only about three years old, with two braids tied into her hair, and she pulled the little boy's belt with her delicate pink hands, "Brother ..."

The boy in white looked down at her, moved his finger, stretched it out, but stopped, and retracted it indifferently.

The children who were playing were all quiet, and an older boy cautiously came to the little girl's side and hugged her up: "Muyi is obedient, come and play with us."

Reluctantly, the little girl stretched out her hand to the boy in white, and called out for no reason: "Brother, brother..."

"The head of the family ordered not to play with him, otherwise what if he gets hurt?" The boy coaxed softly in the little girl's ear, "He is transformed by hostility, he has no feelings, and he will hurt people if he makes a move. Be obedient."

His voice was very low, and he thought that no one else could hear him. The boy in white was still indifferent, but somehow it made people feel a little colder.

Turned into hostility!

"Let you take a good look at Mo Xing, why did you disappear for no reason? You go, the Cen family will not tolerate you in the future." The middle-aged man turned around, his voice was distant and indifferent, as if he was talking to a stranger.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old white-clothed youth half-lowered his head, slashing at the tip of his heart like a dagger, and walked out the door without saying a word.

Ji Qingyan suddenly sat up from the bed, his breathing was a little messier than usual, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Immediately, the pain on the waist hit the whole body, and an old voice sounded not far away: "What are you doing? Continue to lie down." The old man walked up and pushed Ji Qingyan back on the bed, with a very concerned tone: "Blood It's time to run out, it's almost dead, let's lie down for another two hours."

The old man looked about 80 to [-] years old, with extremely long eyebrows and beard, covering most of his face in a messy manner.Ji Qingyan raised his long eyebrows, his eyes were full of vigilance, and he pinched another chess piece between his fingers.

The old man smiled, but his eyes were not filled with joy, but rather desolate for some reason: "You don't need to be afraid of me, I am here to help you, not to harm you." His emotions calmed down, and he said solemnly: "Guan Ying is causing trouble everywhere and causing trouble for you, so I will take the blame for you first on his behalf."

The apex of his heart ached, and Ji Qingyan's thoughts were a little confused.He had never heard of Guan Ying's name, and there was only one person with the surname Guan among the people he knew.

"Who is the old Taoist?" Ji Qingyan's voice was hoarse, "He didn't cause trouble."

The old man looked at Ji Qingyan motionlessly, with his eyes slightly bent, as if recalling such a long memory, and sighed to himself: "When something happens, he protects him indiscriminately. It's strange that he always likes to go to Ji Qingyan. Run beside you." After speaking, he didn't let Ji Qingyan ask questions, and sat upright, with a smile on his face: "Before Guan Ying entered Shangqing Palace, there was a master who taught him for ten years, and this master was me. "

"He said his master has passed away." Ji Qingyan's face changed slightly, and it took him a long time to say a word.

The old man hesitated to speak, he seemed to have a lot of unspeakable secrets, and smiled like muddy mud: "He's not dead, I had no choice but to trick him into going to Shangqing Palace." Seeing Ji Qingyan's With his lips pursed into a straight line, the old man wanted to cry, but he waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, anyway, I have to act like this."

It's a bit strange to hear this, but the old man may have some difficulties, Ji Qingyan didn't want to ask too much: "The old Taoist priest said that he is his master, what is the basis for his trust?"

The old man frowned: "He usually likes to carve small wooden figures, loves to sing little songs and play the piano, and whoever he likes will write songs and play the piano for that person. Has he carved your little wooden figure?"

Ji Qingyan's expression calmed down unknowingly, and he nodded.

The old man smiled wryly: "I can talk about him for three days and three nights, but he is in critical condition now. I am afraid that Yan Wulaogui will be found again, and I don't know what to do with him. I am also anxious."

"The old Taoist knows what happened before Guan... Ying?"

The old man stroked his beard lightly: "He has been locked in a cell since he was born, and he is afraid of everything. When I brought him home, he had nightmares every night, and he didn't want to approach me, and cried in his dreams from time to time. Calling for my brother, I have no choice but to seal his memory."

"He has a brother?"

"He died many years ago. When I asked him, he didn't say anything. He could only guess from his sleep that he died to save him." There is only the sound of wind blowing leaves around.It took him a long time to say: "It's useless to talk about what happened back then, and now Yan Wudao has arrested him again, I'm afraid they are going to force him to do what he did when he was a child."

Ji Qingyan's throat was a little tight: "Forcing him to suck the soul of the dead?"

The old man shook his head slowly, the lines on his face suddenly became cold and hard, and he said expressionlessly: "Refinement of the soul." After finishing speaking, he did not wait for Ji Qingyan to speak, and lay down on the bed with his hands on his chest, his voice came again Slowing down, he patted Ji Qingyan's forehead: "You rest first, and we will talk about other things after your injury recovers."

Ji Qingyan wanted to sit up, but his eyes fell on a blue imprint on the back of the old man's hand.The imprint is round and the size of a fingernail, but it is filled with densely packed small characters, which cannot be read clearly. Only the first two characters can be vaguely seen as "Sanqing".His head was slapped dizzily by the old man, and he didn't want to say anything more, so he lay down and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up.

It was very late at night, and the old man had already gone out at some point, and the room was empty, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

Ji Qingyan stood up clutching the wound on his waist, watched quietly from the window for a long time, and then walked slowly to the next room.Shi Knocking was reading at night while holding candles, when he saw Ji Qingyan walking in with a pale face, he hurriedly got out of bed: "Third Palace Master, why are you awake now?"

"Where's the old man in my room?"

The stone knocking sound was a little startled: "What old man?"

Ji Qingyan looked up at him: "You didn't see anything?"

Shi knocked on the door softly, and lowered his voice: "I heard some movement in your room during the second watch. I went in and took a look. You were lying motionless on the bed, and you were injured for some reason. I wrote a note asking me to keep quiet. I don’t know what’s going on, I just told Tsing Yi and didn’t dare to mention anything to anyone else—who hurt you?”

Ji Qingyan remained silent, and suddenly asked: "Knock, you read a lot of books in the Shangqing Palace, do you remember any imprints of the former Shangqing?"

"Imprint? There are four." Shi Knocking didn't understand what this had to do with Qian Shangqing, but he didn't ask much, took out a brush, dipped it in ink, and drew on the paper, "This imprint is an engraved seal. Qing documents, calligraphy and paintings must be engraved with this mark. This is the pattern on the belt jade, called cloud pattern—”

"Round, slightly bigger than a fingernail, with small characters inside."

The sound of the stone knocking raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Yes. But that is the imprint that only the former Shangqing's palm palace would have. There are 42 characters in it, Sanqing transforms into the heavens..."

"The Palace of the Former Shangqing."

"That's right. There are twelve palace masters in Qianshangqing, but above them there is also a palm palace. It is said that the ancestors of Qianshangqing were also people who achieved Taoism and became immortals. It is similar to the legend of the family, but after the ascension, only A successor, he stabbed the master's teachings on the back of his hand to show his respect and admiration, and never forget the kindness of the master. Over time, it became a tradition, and the palms of the previous Qing Dynasty would follow suit. A tattoo on the back of the hand."

"Yeah." Ji Qingyan sat in a daze and stopped talking.

"Why did the Lord of the Third Palace ask about this?" Shi Knock asked cautiously, with curiosity evident on his face.

"How is the master's cultivation?"

"I don't know, but the masters of the twelfth palace in the Shangqing Dynasty were able to shock the Central Plains, let alone this palace?"

The cultivation base is so high!

Ji Qingyan's pale complexion brightened up, as if he suddenly had some joy after being depressed for a long time, but suddenly he was a little puzzled and bowed his head in thought.His expression was harder to distinguish than others', and the stone knocking sound couldn't tell what he was thinking of, so he had to stand by the side and wait, trying to guess in his heart.

Ji Qingyan stood up slowly: "Don't say anything about my injury for now."

"En." Seeing him walking out of the room quietly, Shi Knocking asked anxiously, "Third Palace Master, who hurt you?"

Ji Qingyan turned his head to look at him: "The person who caught the Lingdao."

It was about five o'clock when we returned to the room, Ji Qingyan sat leaning against the head of the bed, the surrounding light gradually brightened.The old man came and went without a trace, leaving no clues, Ji Qingyan was so anxious that he could only stay here and wait patiently.In the early morning, the birdsong chirped and chirped, and the sound outside the inn gradually became louder. The old man didn't come back, but there were two long and one short knocks on the door.

The voice was Qing Yi, Ji Qingyan opened the door: "Why is it so urgent?"

Tsing Yi seemed to be running forward, with sweat on his forehead and a very light red face, and handed a blue note into Ji Qingyan's hand.This is an urgent document from Shangqing Palace, Ji Qingyan glanced at it, the more he looked at it, the more awe-inspiring his expression became, but his expression was also surprisingly calm. "Understood, let the old palace master wait for my news." He bowed his head and thought for a long time, as if he was also very embarrassed, and said, "Go and invite the playboy over."

Tsing Yi nodded and left.

In the middle of the night, Ji Qingyan meditated motionlessly on the bed, without lighting the lamp, it was pitch black.Suddenly there was a slight sound outside the window, Ji Qingyan opened his eyes, the old man was already standing in front of him again, and said with a smile: "The wound is better? Why don't you turn on the lamp?"

Ji Qingyan didn't make a sound, got out of bed and knelt down in front of the old man, prostrated himself on the ground, solemnly kowtowed three times to the old man.The old man stepped forward to help, but he refused. When he stood upright, his forehead was already stained with blood.His face was still like a white board with no expression, and the black hair on his temples fell down. He whispered: "I don't know the relationship between Lingdao and the former Shangqing Palace. I just ask my teacher to help me rescue Lingdao. Qingyan is very grateful."

The old man remained silent for a long time, but he looked very embarrassed, sighed softly: "You don't need to thank me..." He couldn't go on talking here, he pulled Ji Qingyan to stand up, and laughed at himself: "That's all, You suddenly treat me like this, you must have guessed my identity?"

Ji Qingyan said cautiously: "I guessed a little bit."

The old man sat down at the table, pondered for a long time before saying: "I don't want to hide it from you. Back then, my cultivation level was indeed unmatched. Unfortunately, a catastrophe happened many years ago, and I was also plotted against. After years of meditation and self-cultivation, I have recovered a bit."

"Can you compete with Yan Wudao?"

The old man looked solemn and remained silent.

Ji Qingyan poured him a bowl of tea: "What happened to the Shangqing in the past? Is it related to the present Red Sandalwood Palace?"

"Do you think Qian Shangqing is related to Red Sandalwood Palace?"

"Lingdao found the orthodox soul cultivation formula in Shangqing Palace, and Red Sandalwood Palace has done a lot of research on soul cultivation for many years. Yan Wudao is so obsessed with Lingdao. I can't figure out why, but I just vaguely feel that it has something to do with soul cultivation. "

"It is indeed related," the old man smiled, but he was not at all happy, his face was full of bitterness and sorrow, "I'm just ashamed to say that although I was in Shangqing, I didn't know what happened back then thing."