debt repayment

A god's lifespan can be long or fleeting.Among them, the record of the shortest life expectancy was set by His Majesty Quan Ying.

In the past, Quan Ying was reincarnated in the lower realm with a touch of spirituality, and turned out to be a great saint. Because of his high esteem, he was promoted to the Tao, and as soon as he flew, Quan Ying took back his body, and the time of half a stick of incense was not lost.

There are quite a few fairy families who like to separate their bodies to travel in the lower realms, but like Quan Ying, who treats the lower realms as a daily routine, Quan Tiangong can't find a second one.In His Majesty Quan Ying's own words, there are thousands of ways to live in thousands of lives. Anyway, he is idle in the sky, so it's better to experience more fireworks in the world and live more interestingly.

As for the group of gods who lived as long as the heavens and the earth, there are only a handful of them who have not been buried yet.His Majesty Quan Ying lived one hundred thousand years old, and before his parents sacrificed to heaven, he was the last junior. Unexpectedly, after the catastrophe of redemption, the Tiangong, which was already struggling to survive, became even more dilapidated and broken for several years.Now in the fairy class, His Majesty Quanying can afford to call a long-lived old man.

God is also forgetful.They have lived for too long, the so-called unforgettable is nothing more than a cloud to the Xian family.The gods with the best memory in the whole Tiangong are all the archivists and Emperor Xuanwen—for work needs.

As for His Majesty Quan Ying, regarding the experiences of thousands of reincarnations, if they are not remarkable, he may not always be able to remember them in his heart.

As Song Huiming's life is too special, Quan Ying looks at the ruins in front of her eyes, and the memories buried deep in the sea of ​​consciousness emerge immediately.

This place was originally the square square in front of the main hall of the imperial palace.After thousands of years, the originally flat ground has formed uneven slopes.

In the distance, a young man in common clothes drove two lean sheep, humming a country tune.

The boy saw the clone of Daotong from a distance, he was shocked, and hurried to him, saying: "Little Daoist, are you here to cast down ghosts?"

Quan Ying didn't make a sound, just shook her head.

"Oh, little Daoist, you should leave quickly—" the young man persuaded, "Several Taoist priests have come here before, but they couldn't do anything about that ghost, Little Daoist, I think you are still young, let's go. "

"...I was just passing by. Brother, is there a ghost here?"

The young man said: "Let's go, let's go, isn't this the ruins of the former imperial palace? Who knows what's going on in the emperor's house? And a ghost was born? That ghost doesn't come out on weekdays, and it's terrible when Taoists come. All the half-immortals invited have nothing to do with him. Oh, it will be dark soon, if you don’t leave, you will go to hell. I have to go back to the village, Xiaodaochang, you don’t want to stay here, let’s go!"

Seeing that the blackness in the sky was about to fall, the boy hurriedly dragged the sheep and ran away, and the three small shadows gradually disappeared behind the undulating and overlapping barren hills.

After hearing his words, Quan Ying felt more at ease about the state of Song Hui'an's dead soul.

Most of the ghosts have a bad temper, he knew it, but Song Hui'an liked children, so he probably wouldn't do anything cruel to his Taoist avatar. Thinking about it, the job of appeasing the ghosts wouldn't be too difficult.

Let's say the sun has completely set in the west, the weather has turned cooler, and the cold wind is gradually rising in the wilderness.Just listen to the wind trombone incessantly, like weeping like weeping, mournful and mournful, it seems to be telling the bitter past for the wronged souls who died tragically, and it is as sharp and piercing as the roar of a ghost, adding a terrifying and gloomy look to the empty and uninhabited ruins. gas.

Quan Ying still remembers that in the past, the ghosts transformed by the dead souls of Song Hui'an were sealed by monks in an abandoned courtyard in the west corner of the palace.Afterwards, the imperial palace was burned down by the rebels, and the magic circle that sealed the ghost should be gone, so Song Hui'an was able to see the light of day again.

However, he inferred from what the young man said that although Song Hui'an regained his freedom, he did not cause trouble and harm others, and stayed in the abandoned palace all year round for unknown purposes.

And Song Hui'an's last residence before his death was his sealed place.

Quan Ying followed the direction in memory and headed towards the place where Song Hui'an committed suicide.

At this time, it has been thousands of years since Song Hui'an died, so where are the deep palace corridors and neglected courtyards?There may not be a complete human bone under the dog's tail grass.

Quan Ying only roughly followed the direction, all the way west.The bleak and damp wind became stronger and stronger, like knives coming from the unknown darkness, blowing his Taoist robe up and down.

The cloudiness became more and more intense.

Suddenly, intermittent crying came from the ruins in the distance.

Quan Ying heard the sound and ran away, but there was no ghost, but a white mist like a veil appeared around her.

I don't know when, layers of phantoms of tall buildings and vermilion pavilions rise in the distance, like a rare fairyland hidden in the vast sea, like a dream and an illusion.

Not counting the palace lanterns cast candlelight dots, and the warm halo is separated by the damp and cold fog, which doesn't make people feel warm.In the deep corridor, two rows of palace people came out.

Beautiful young girls in their [-]s and [-]s wore five-color palace clothes, their faces were like flowers, their temples were like blue clouds, and they were holding tableware made of gold and silver, and they walked quickly to meet Quan Ying, with graceful postures and fluttering clothes, like angels. It's like descending to the world, with a fragrant wind blowing from your nostrils.

They were not real, like clouds and fog. Quan Ying stood in the middle of the queue, and they still looked ahead, their expressions passing through Quan Ying's physical body as usual.

After all, in their time and space, there is no one in the middle of the road.

The father-in-law at the side urged sharply: "Hurry up, hurry up! The emperor's birthday banquet is about to begin!"

Before he finished speaking, the maids rushing to deliver the food and the brightly lit corridor disappeared.Instead, there is a mottled old corner of the palace wall that cannot be repaired.

The stooped old man led several imperial physicians past.Several people were dressed in pale and hazy moonlight, leaving extremely long shadows on the pitted green brick floor.

"Remember, the empress can't die easily, she has to be rescued, and as for the little one in her stomach, don't worry about it..."

In places with heavy yin, there are many strange spirits, so some old shadows often appear.What Quan Ying saw was the memory of the palace.

Even if it is turned into ruins and buried in the wilderness, it still remembers the glory and decay, splendor and conspiracy it has witnessed in the past.

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of court scenes flashed before Quan Ying's eyes.These scenes are quite chaotic, events under the rule of monarchs in different periods appear one after another, and all events are intertwined, like a mess of endless threads, like hundreds of plays with different origins interlaced and staged, which is hard to see. Have a clue.

Quan Ying walked through several scenes and almost lost her way due to this confusion.Suddenly, he heard another loud noise.

The hallucinations of the court are consumed by leaping flames.

Accompanied by the shocking sound of horns, ten thousand horses neighed, iron horses and golden spears broke through the gate, and teams of iron cavalry charged into the palace gate, beheading all the palace people who fled crying and screaming, their flesh and blood flew everywhere. .

His eyes were full of killing and death.The burning palace, the blood-drinking blade, and the corpses that can be seen everywhere create a picture scroll of Hell in the world.

The palace faithfully recorded all the tragedies that happened here.

Quan Ying sighed.

Although his reincarnation was not the subjugated monarch of the Changming Kingdom, this time he descended to the realm, he was somewhat revisiting his homeland. Seeing the destruction of the dynasty that he had poured so much effort into for most of his life, he couldn't help but feel sad.However, the change of dynasties is an established destiny in the world. Although he is an emperor, he is still subject to the laws of heaven and cannot go against the laws of heaven.

In the sky, Yan Wen also sighed: "Why are you looking at these uncomfortable things again?" There is nothing but sadness in the words.

When Xianjun Wen Zhao was a man, he was a famous minister of a certain country in the east. At a time when his family was in trouble at home and abroad, because of his high position and weight, he advocated strict governance, and was killed by treacherous officials, causing unreasonable disasters.Immortal King Bixue's heart can learn from the sun and the moon, and finally moved the heavens, soaring to the execution ground.When he first arrived at the Heavenly Palace, he was still concerned with state affairs in the lower realms, but now seeing the tragedy of the massacre palace, he couldn't help being touched by the scene and feeling depressed.

Knowing what was going on in his heart, Quan Ying quickly cast a spell to eliminate the illusion of slaughtering the palace.Overgrown weeds loomed in the white mist.Everything is silent in the wilderness, and it is even more lonely.

Under Bai Yue's gaze, he was the only one left in the wilderness.

The white mist did not recede, but was thicker than before.

Meanwhile, the cry came closer.

Wronged souls and ghosts haunt here.

Quan Ying went forward without hesitation and went deep into the white mist.There are no illusions in the white mist.In the dilapidated ruins, there is a ghostly aura, and the smoke that is so thick that it almost covers the night moon produces some faint ghosts with crying faces.

The ghosts with crying faces overlapped one after another, wandering around aimlessly, making childlike cries.It turned out that the mournful and long cry came from them.

Taking a closer look, the white mist that can't be seen is full of these things.

Quan Ying's scalp felt numb.He can see everything, but he can't see these weird pickled filth the most.If it wasn't for the fact that he is only using clones that are less than one ten-thousandth as powerful as the main body, so that he couldn't see the way of the white mist for a long time, how could he let them stay with him for so long!

And when those crying ghosts saw him as a big living person, they were all attracted by their anger, rolled up and down several times in mid-air, surrounded him, and then all rushed towards him.

Quan Ying put her hand on the whisk hanging from her waist, and she was already fully prepared, with just one wave of the whisk, she could knock them out of their wits.

But he didn't.

Because, when they got close to him, he realized that they were just little ghosts transformed from a few strands of remnant souls. They looked like a huge force, but they were actually at the bottom of the ghost food chain.

"Come and play, come and play..."

"Please, come play with us..."

"There is no father, no mother, and my brother won't play with us, let's play with us..."

The Crying Ghost kept circling around him, seeing that he didn't move, some brave little ghosts even rubbed the corners of his clothes.

Quan Ying leaned closer to listen, only to feel that their cries were soft and childish, even with the smell of pitiful pleading.For a moment, Quan Ying was enveloped in the ups and downs of a child's voice by mighty voices from all directions.

The blame is here.

The souls of children who died young are easy to disperse, and it is even more difficult for incomplete remnant souls to survive in the yang world. Even if they rely on the old palace with strong yin, they are as short-lived as morning dew. It is absolutely impossible for them to appear in such groups in other places The remnants of children.They even have the aura left by other ghosts. The ghost aura is dangerous and mysterious like the dark night hiding the undercurrent.

Because this ghost energy is too pure, Quanying is sure that the crying ghost is protected by the same ghost, so it can stay in the world.

And just now, the little ghosts said that they have an "elder brother", and it is this "brother" who protected them.

Come to think of it, that ghost was Song Hui'an.