soul repair

Song Guzhui stood on the small bridge, it was already evening, and the sky was full of red clouds, like the blood that flowed from the bamboo forest that day by Mo Baiqi.After waiting for a while, he turned around, his lips parted slightly, a gust of wind passed behind him, and at some point in time a familiar man in black stood.

The man in black had his usual smile on his face: "Are you all right?"

"What's the matter with me?"

"Caring about you, I called you here to reminisce about the old days."

Song Guzhui sneered: "It's easy to be suspicious when I go down the mountain. The altar master won't let me down for no reason. I must have something important to say."

The man in black smiled and was not angry: "How is the situation in Shangqing Palace recently?"

Song Gu Zhui held back: "Not good."

"How is it bad?"

"Since I entered the Shangqing Palace, I have never encountered such a desolate appearance." Song Guzhui was dejected, "Recently, the Shangqing Palace has been very lifeless. The disciples feel that the passing of time is not good, and the old palace owner is often worried, talking to himself. It is said that this year the Shangqing has a sign of imminent disaster."

"Does Sanchen trust you?"

Song Guzhui lowered his head: "There is no one around the old palace lord, if you don't believe me, who else can you trust?"

The man in black looked at him from the beginning to the end, and smiled: "How is your health recently? Will there be any pain in the heart?"

Song Guzhui's face was gloomy, and he wanted to say something, but he dared not speak in anger, so he nodded.

"Do you occasionally lose a memory?"

Song Guzhui closed his eyes: "It's very short, it's only half a stick of incense, but I don't know what I did or where I am."

"That's because the medicine I gave you earlier started to make trouble. After half a month, there will be blanks in your memory for half an hour to an hour from time to time, and then for half a day or several hours, it will get worse and worse. From now on In less than three months, you will have no self-awareness at all, and you will do whatever I tell you to do at that time. Whomever I tell you to kill, you will kill.”

Song Guzhui breathed heavily and didn't say a word.

The man in black's face softened a little, and he patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "I'm just talking, you don't need to be afraid. As long as I give you the antidote within three months, you will be able to return to your original state, exactly the same as before. "

Song Guzhui took a deep breath: "What does the altar master want me to do?"

"There is something for you to do."

"What's the matter?"

The man in black took out a small blue paper bag from his chest and opened it: "Look."

Song Guzhui lowered his head and looked over, there was some white powder in the small bag, finely divided like flour.He looked at it for a long time but couldn't see anything special, so he asked, "What is this?"

"This is powder made from the skin of the 700-year-old white centipede. It is poisonous inside. Mortals and disciples with low cultivation will die if they eat a little." The man in black wrapped the white powder and smiled casually, "I think Let you poison all the disciples in the Shangqing Palace to death."

Song Guzhui was surprised, his chest heaved, and his voice was a little excited: "Didn't you say you won't kill them? I won't do it!"

The man in black laughed loudly, and patted Song Guzhui on the shoulder like a smile: "I have known your temperament for a long time, thieves have their own way, and being a traitor also has its own principles. Don't worry, I'm just talking casually, it's not let you kill."

These words were full of sarcasm, Song Guzhui lowered his head and watched helplessly as the man in black put the blue paper bag into his shirt front: "What exactly do you want me to do?"

The man in black looked at him meaningfully: "Students will die if they eat it. Your old palace master has a high level of cultivation, but he won't die after eating it. It's just that his body becomes stiff and unable to move for two or three days."

Song Guzhui's lips trembled slightly: "You want me to poison the old Palace Master?"

"He loves tea, doesn't he?" the man in black looked at him, "try to get some in his water."

"The reason why you made the old Palace Master unable to move is to—"

"After Sanchen's body stiffened, you sent me a message, saying that the matter has been completed, so come out and take us in. At that time, there is no need to die, and the Shangqing Palace is ours, so you will be fine."

Sweat dripped from Song Guzhui's forehead, and his voice trembled: "Really don't kill people?"

"If you don't kill someone, no one will die." The man in black smiled and comforted him, "Remember Guan Lingdao? Our palace master saw that he was a soul cultivator, so we didn't kill him, so we left him in the Red Sandalwood Palace for good. keep it."

Song Guzhui was speechless, and it took him a while to say, "I never thought that Guan Lingdao was a soul cultivator."

"We planted spies in the Shangqing Palace. It's really nothing. You have soul cultivators under your noses but you can't find it. Ji Qingyan accepted him as an apprentice. It's a big joke." The man in black raised his eyebrows, "Go up Ji Qingyan will not die if the Qing court surrenders, otherwise his fate will be difficult to say."

Song Guzhui stopped talking, as if struggling in his heart, he asked again after a long time: "When do you want me to do it?"

The man in black approached and whispered in his ear: "Within three days."

Song Guzhui's figure gradually faded away, and the expression of the man in black became solemn. He walked dozens of steps into the forest, and a man in black clothes stood by the stream, with long eyebrows on his temples, and his eyes slightly drooping. There is a faint fragrance.The man in black didn't dare to approach, and stood respectfully at a distance of seven or eight steps: "Report to the altar master, Song Guzhui has already made arrangements."

"Yeah." The man in Chinese clothes known as the altar master turned around, his face was like the moonlight of Tsinghua University, "Is it safe?"

"I have a thorough understanding of Song Guzhui's temperament. He thinks he is righteous and noble. As long as he promises not to kill anyone, he will not have a disturbed conscience and will be obedient."

"Give him whatever he wants, and kill him after entering the Shangqing Palace."

The man in black pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "Actually, this person is quite appropriate in his work. I want to turn him into a puppet and keep him by my side to serve. I don't know what the altar thinks?"

The man in the fancy dress turned around: "There are not many puppets, and there are quite a few puppets missing. How is it different from being dead?"

Song Guzhui stood by the edge of Qionghu Lake, slightly startled.Just entered Shangqing Palace, unexpectedly lost the memory of half a stick of incense unknowingly. Just now I still remembered that I was speeding through the mountains, but suddenly I was standing here with half of my foot in the water. drenched.He carefully looked around, but fortunately, it was already dark, and there were no people passing by around, and no one noticed.

At night, the pain in his heart was like a bug gnawing, and he was covered in cold sweat, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.It's not like this pain every day, but once every three to five days, it hurts and itches, and the pain makes people want to tear their chests apart.Recently, he held an ancient book and looked it up for a long time. There was no record of this medicine, so it must have been prepared by Red Sandalwood Palace itself.

The pain in the chest had stopped the next morning, Song Guchai got up to take a shower, put on clean clothes, and combed his hair in front of the mirror.He never wanted to show his embarrassed side in front of outsiders, let alone the current situation?The deacons came to discuss matters one after another, Song Guzhui dealt with it step by step, closed the door gently, and came to the courtyard of Bumenian Mountain alone.

"Disciple Song Guzhui has something to ask the old palace master." He lowered his head, respectful as usual.

"come in."

The old voice made Song Guzhui uncontrollably emotional. When he walked into the room, Sanchen was holding a teacup in front of the Eight Immortals table, drinking to himself.He flicked his sleeves, making Song Guzhui sit down, and smiled kindly: "What's the matter?"

"Old Palace Master, Guan Lingdao's room, I don't know how the disciple should deal with it?"

Sanchen's eyes dimmed, as if he was talking about something he didn't want to mention, he smiled and said after a long time: "Let's keep it for now, that's Qingyan's apprentice, even if he's a soul cultivator, Qingyan should take care of his things .”

"Yes."

"What else?"

Song Guchai reported a few small things in Muzhe Palace, raised his head and asked: "Gu Zhui has something that I don't quite understand. Why does Red Sandalwood Palace have such research on soul cultivation? Mo Zhongxian and Guan Lingdao are both soul cultivation, and they are both He is a person who can hear the soul, but once he finds out, where will he go?"

Sanchen pondered for a long time: "It's not easy to say, you know it in your heart. At the beginning of the flood of soul cultivation nine years ago, the Red Sandalwood Palace was the sect that suffered the most. Three or four hundred disciples died in half a month. The corpses were everywhere, and the family was almost wiped out. Yan Wudao was furious, and ordered his disciples to arrest the soul cultivator at any cost. Naturally, some cruel and inhumane methods were used to torture the soul cultivator, too many to count. Although everyone has heard some rumors about these things , but because it is beneficial to oneself and not harmful, no one said anything.”

"I see."

"Because of this, Red Sandalwood Palace has a deeper understanding of soul cultivators than other sects. Later, they killed all the soul cultivators around them and stopped doing such vile things. Soul cultivators continued to spread in the Central Plains, and other sects He was so desperate that he sent his disciples to the Red Sandalwood Palace to ask for help. Yan Wudao opened the gate of the Red Sandalwood Palace and invited all the sects to send disciples to practice the technique of destroying soul cultivators and help the various sects in the Central Plains to capture soul cultivators. He bowed his head to drink tea, "I just didn't expect that Lingdao is also a soul cultivator."

Speaking of Guan Lingdao, the atmosphere was heavy, and Song Guzhui didn't want to say anything more, and said: "The third palace master has a letter, and this time the Baihuatai competition against Wudang is Qi Ning's victory."

San Chen smiled: "Qi Ning is also 26 and seven, and sooner or later the water gate will be his. I thought he was not interested in this kind of thing, but he also likes these fame."

"Ah."

Song Guzhui poured tea for Sanchen and himself, not wanting to talk and drink a few more cups, but the water disappeared at the end.Song Guzhui stood up holding the pot and came to the backyard alone.There are four large pitch-black water tanks in the backyard, which are excellent tea-making water brought by scattered dust from all over the world. One tank is melted from snow on pine leaves in winter, and the other tank is filled with The spring water of the Spirit Grass has its own specialties and tastes.

Song GuZhui took out the small blue paper bag in his arms, and gently opened it.

In the early morning of the next day, disciples shouted in panic from the Sleepless Mountain. When a young disciple went to clean Sanchen's courtyard as usual, he saw Sanchen sitting with his eyes downcast, his body stiff, not breathing, and not moving at all. It doesn't look like meditating, it doesn't look like dead, but it doesn't look like it's alive.

For a while, the news of Sanchen's accident spread all over the Shangqing palace, causing chaos. Song Guzhui took out a piece of Huoyang paper and wrote a few words on it: "The matter has been done."

The candle flame swayed and devoured it with teeth and claws, burning the fire paper to ashes in an instant.