Candle [Rebirth]

The sculpture of the statue is lifelike, with a frown and a smile full of charm. Gu Ling was staring at the statue in a daze, when he suddenly heard Yu Yishan's voice from one side: "A Ling, come and see."

Gu Ling walked along where the sound came from, and as soon as he walked past the statue, he suddenly saw a pile of bones neatly arranged in the shadow behind the statue.

The white bones seemed to be old, and they were not stretched out like usual in a burial, but were placed in a distorted posture.Zhou Ziheng observed carefully for a while before he said cautiously: "This posture... seems to be..."

"Kneel down," Gu Ling said. He turned his head and looked at the surrounding walls, and found that almost all the bones were like the ones at the back and feet of the gods. The ground is placed here, and I still have to kneel in front of the god statue, as if I want to make atonement to someone..."

He paused suddenly, and asked another matter without warning: "Eldest senior brother, have you read the records about Si Juezi...were there any rumors about his origin back then?"

Zhou Ziheng didn't know what to say: "I seem to have heard a little bit. In the early years, Sijuezi had recommended himself to various sects and sects before he founded Sijuemen, but no school accepted him. It is said that Sijuezi looks like Extremely beautiful, almost to the point of being indistinguishable."

"Yes, I've met once, it's true...the face is gorgeous, not like a man," Gu Ling recalled the man in the sword test meeting that day, and couldn't help but sigh, "When will the hundred schools of immortality recruit talents without looking at their ability?" , but look at the face, absurd."

"In addition to appearance, it is said that the background of the four masters is not very good," Zhou Ziheng said, "You also know that the foundation of the hundred schools of immortality is solid, and many of them are sects that have lasted hundreds of years. Most of the leaders of sects, even if Not from a famous family, but also the kind who has a very good teacher and is envied by everyone. Sijuezi is an exception. It is said that he claimed to be cultivated without a teacher at the beginning, and his mother even came from a low-ranking family. His strength and talent are really outstanding, he is dignified and prudent, and he makes good friends everywhere, how could he have the reputation later..."

When he said this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, Yu Yishan gave a clear "ha" and said: "This is a bit interesting."

Gu Ling frowned deeply, lowered his head and said in thought: "We came to Youcheng to find Sijue Zi. I didn't ask those words for no reason just now, but her surname is Jiang."

He was silent for a while, then Fang raised his head slowly: "His surname is also Jiang."

"Could it be that the woman carved by this statue is..." Zhou Ziheng suddenly understood, and looked up, "Even if it is true, then... why did Sijuezi enshrine the statue of his mother in such a remote town? This city is extraordinary, it is the place where his apprentice slaughtered after falling into the devil..."

Yu Yishan tugged at his hand, and said in a rare serious way: "It was the place where his apprentice slaughtered, but these people... were his apprentices really killing them?"

So the three of them fell silent, Gu Ling shook his head after a while, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is by no means as simple as the rumors say, let's go out and have a look elsewhere, maybe we can find other clues. "

It was dusk, and the invisible darkness outside the temple looked eerie in the thick fog.The three of them walked out of the main hall of the small temple together, but just as they reached the entrance of the beautifully decorated temple, Yu Yishan tripped over something and fell on his back.

"What the hell, I fell to my death." Yu Yishan sat on the ground with a sad face, "Why didn't I see it just now..."

Zhou Ziheng sighed, squatted down helplessly, and wanted to help him up. Gu Ling thought it was a little funny, so he squatted down to comfort him and said: "Maybe there is a beautiful girl in the corpse in the temple. The innocent soul hasn't seen her for a long time." Now that you are a man, seeing that you are handsome, I want to keep you to accompany her."

"Bah, why don't you accompany you," Yu Yishan spat, and turned to look at the culprit who tripped him up. Just as he turned his head away, Gu Ling was grabbed by his collar and pulled over, " Hey wait, Ah Ling, come and take a look, what is this?"

It's no wonder that Yu Yishan didn't notice it just now, when he stepped over the threshold of the temple gate, something suddenly wrapped around his leg in an instant, causing him to fall firmly.Gu Ling frowned, grabbing at the thing that tripped him—a dusty but still shimmering spiritual force cluster.

Zhou Ziheng looked at the mass of spiritual power in his hand, and said: "People who practice Taoism can learn a technique called 'sound and appearance'. On weekdays, they condense the things they say into entities and leave them to others for the purpose of spreading the word. Some will condense what they hear and see into this kind of spiritual force group before dying, which can be regarded as leaving a last word. I have seen many in ancient battlefields in the past, but this place is only a small border town, and there should be very few monks. How could there be such a thing? thing?"

Gu Ling wiped off the dust on the surface of the spiritual power group, and observed carefully: "The practice of 'sound and appearance' is not easy, I didn't learn it well at the beginning... This spiritual power group is a bit different from what I have learned, it should be It was learned by Ye Luzi."

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng: "Senior brother, do we want to take a look? This thing has a spirit, and I tried to hold Senior Brother Yu just now. It should be hoped that someone can see it. Maybe there is some secret hidden in it."

Ordinary monks practice the art of "sound and appearance", and the spiritual power group formed before dying is called "spirituality" in ancient books. Many people store some of their memories and thoughts as spiritual power groups, and Known as the "Dream Breaker".There used to be a very famous Valley of Broken Dreams in Queyang Mountain, which stored unowned broken dream spirits, but now Queyang Mountain is closed to welcome visitors, and the Valley of Broken Dreams has not been opened for a long time.

Zhou Ziheng pondered for a moment, nodded, took the living creature, and read a sentence silently, as if he was praying.After reading that sentence, he closed his eyes, and slowly crushed the creature, white streamer rippling around them.

In a daze, Gu Ling seemed to hear the familiar singing voice again.

"In the city of Chang'an, the autumn nights are long, and the beautiful woman smashes the brocade and stones to flow yellow. The incense pestle and the anvil know the distance, and the sound is so desolate."

"The long river is rotten on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, and the moonlight is bright in the mid-autumn festival. Geese are waiting on the edge of the fortress, and mandarin ducks are watching Sirius upstairs."

"..."

Falling, eternal falling, no matter when he comes into this water, he will always be greeted with only black memories and eternal falling.

The water temperature is very cold, Xiao Ning can even see the bubbles from his mouth floating in front of his eyes, spiraling up to the bright silver lake surface, and then dying lightly, as if they never existed.

Sometimes he still felt that the lake water around his mouth was salty, and he couldn't tell whether it was lake water or tears.

"Hey, are you here again?" Jiuyin seemed to have returned to his original voice. His voice was that of an upbeat and cheerful boyish voice, which only brought a deep feeling at certain times. He looked at the silvery lake. Little Bubble sat down by the lake with his legs crossed, and his tone could not be said to be sarcasm or gloating, "You run to me every day, do you know that the demons are gossiping, people everywhere ask 'Did your lord jump into the lake today'? Some people say that you have taken a fancy to me."

He watched Xiao Ning slowly mobilize his spiritual power, climbed up from the lake, sat on the side in a daze while dripping with water, and asked jokingly: "Hey, you don't really like me, do you?"

Xiao Ning calmly glanced at the fox-face mask on his face, and said to himself, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or someone else: "I've been here countless times, why can't I see anything?"

Jiuyin helped his mask, and replied: "You have asked this question countless times. I told you that if you can't see anything, it proves that you have nothing to do with Lao Shizi's previous life."

"Impossible, he won't lie to me," Xiao Ning replied, "Why can he see it but I can't, what the hell..."

"How do I know why? I really saw a ghost," Jiuyin replied impatiently. "If you think about it, maybe he can see it, but you can't. It's because he recognized the wrong person."

Xiao Ning looked sharply at Jiuyin as if being pricked by a needle, Jiuyin was pierced by his gaze, and immediately closed his mouth knowingly: "Okay, that's because the ancient mirror of rebirth is broken, come on Lingzhen When God left it to me, it was fragments, and I didn’t know how to use it.”

"But I've clearly seen something," Xiao Ning said blankly, "I've seen it, he, me, looks very strange, it definitely can't be something that happened in this life..."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe he's not dead. If he's not dead, you two can become whatever you want in the future." Jiuyin yawned and said very disinterestedly, "You all know that he has Qingyan in him. Farewell, you also know that Xie Qingjiang and Zuo Wanshan are not good things, what else can you not think about? Anyway, everyone is dead..."

Everyone is dead, and they live in the memory. The person who scolded him in Zhongsui Mountain when he was young, and the white-clothed boy who picked up a bamboo leaf with a long sword in the bamboo forest and blew the song "Desert Sand Like Snow", was brought to life by him. Forced to jump down the long black river, not even a single hair was left.

Xiao Ning can still recall the scene of that day, he tremblingly pointed at his hand, and before leaving, he turned his head and showed a heart-breaking smile, he jumped down, resolutely, as if he had no more attachment, he said " There was never any difficulty, it was all for you."

When I think about it, I feel so numb that I don't feel anything.

At first he slept alone in Beichen Palace, the wind was rippling with the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, which always made him shed tears easily, countless black and white memories, scrambling to open his heart, the pain was dripping with blood.Later, he sealed Beichen Palace, but no matter where he slept, when he woke up in the middle of the night, his surroundings would always be empty, cold, and there was nothing.

The person he longed for the most was forced to death by his own hands.

He doesn't even deserve to be sad.

Jiuyin paused abruptly, because he found that Xiao Ning's gaze turned into that kind of scarlet that seemed to be dripping blood at some point, it was very scary to look at.

He tapped lightly on the back of his neck with quick eyes and hands, and tapped two acupuncture points delicately with his fingers, making the red blood that was about to overflow disappear in an instant: "Your evil spirit is much better than before, by the way, I have told you that the spiritual power in your body is pure and abundant, it cannot be from the demons, it must have been left to you by your senior brother——you know that Jielan has bad intentions, why did you keep her? By your side?"

Xiao Ning lowered his eyes, and rubbed his eyes after a long time, the eyes that were so warm that they almost dripped water instantly turned cold: "I dealt with her without knowing it, I can't convince the public, besides, wouldn't it be too much?" It's cheaper for her."

The look in his eyes was uncertain, and in Jiuyin's eyes there was a bit of sternness: "Although I am a respected person, there are different factions within the demon clan. There are countless small tricks in private, and in the end..."

He didn't continue talking, just pursed his lips habitually——

"Not urgent."

The author has something to say: July [-]!I'm done writing my thesis!Maybe today I can have a million days? ? ?

--maybe

Me: "Her surname is Jiang, and his surname is also Jiang"

Friend: God damn it, the two of them are not the only ones with the surname Jiang, you actually did this secretly, dangerous woman

I:? ? ?

Note:

In the city of Chang'an, the mid-autumn night is long, and the beautiful women's brocade stones are smashed and flowed yellow.The anvil with the pattern of the incense pestle knows the distance, how desolate it is to transmit the sound.

The long river of Qixi Festival is rotten, and the moonlight is bright in Mid-Autumn Festival.The geese are waiting on the frontier, and the mandarin ducks are watching the Sirius upstairs.

——Wen Zisheng's "Tamping Clothes"——

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