ghost marriage

The battle of Yucheng is in full swing.In the following hundred years, this battle resulted in the magnificent poems of countless literati.Opera, storytelling, Tanci...even the old grandmother's summer night under the starry sky, there are traces of the Battle of Yucheng everywhere.There are different opinions, but there is only one thing that leads to the same goal. The battle was so fierce that the imperial court had to transfer the most capable officials to Jinzhou to govern, and it took decades of painstaking efforts to restore its vitality.In the Battle of Yucheng, King Lu Jing's army, which is known as a million people, was finally left with no more than [-].The Langya King's army also suffered heavy losses, as recorded in the national history of the Fengtian Dynasty - the number of casualties was huge, the king could hardly bear to see it...

Just one sentence, full of blood.

At the same time, half of the summer in Qujiang City has passed in the blink of an eye.It has been a few days of heavy rain, a few days of exposure to the sun, and now it is a few days of partly sunny and partly cloudy.The blind half-immortal at the entrance of the East Street all day pretends to be a ghost and fools passers-by: "The Lord Dragon entrusted me with a dream at three o'clock last night, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, it rained like a torrential rain. This guest officer, listen to the little old man and buy me one." The oil-paper umbrella will keep you safe, rain or shine all the way.”

After noon, the sunny day faded away, and the dark clouds overwhelmed the city.The dark clouds covered the city of Qujiang tightly, but not a single drop of rain fell.In the evening, on the contrary, the sun rises and clouds go away, and the sky is filled with rays of light.After three days, there was no sign of Banxian on the East Street.

"Hey, isn't this my good brother? It's rare that the sky is cloudy and the sun is shaded, so it's good to go out for a walk." The dark clouds reflected the lake as flat as a mirror into a black pool like ink.Li Ji was wearing a golden red gauze dress, and she came out of the water in style.The waves were churning, and it was faintly visible that the splashing water droplets were not translucent, but rather cloudy like the sky at this moment.

The fish demon's face was always charming and charming, with a pleasant smile, but malicious intent in his eyes: "Why don't you see the Taoist priest? I haven't talked to him properly yet."

"Since my sister knows, why bother to ask my brother?" Ignoring her gloating, Han Yu stood with his hands behind his back, focusing on the chaotic lake below his feet.

"Hehe..." With a charming smile, he moved a little away from Ji's toes, turned around and floated ashore, and stood beside Han Yu, "Three days ago, at the second quarter of Yin time, he left the city from the west gate and headed north. At midnight the day before yesterday, he arrived at Yingshui City. After staying for an hour, he hurried east again. At noon yesterday, he left the boundary of Yingzhou and headed north again. It seems that he is not rushing to Yucheng to help, but to enter Beijing. Hmph, the emperor in the palace is not safe, so he went What's the use there?"

The woman in front of her could be called the demon lord of Yingzhou. She lived in Linhu Lake, pretending to be weak, and would always show up on full moon nights to seduce passers-by.Then it was dragged into the lake, saying that it was the concubine's love and concubine's desire to share happiness, but in fact it was sucking the bones and marrow, squeezing out all the yang essence.Within ten days, passers-by will die of exhaustion.The corpses emerged from the water, all pale and emaciated, with a haggard appearance.Mortals are shocked when they see it.The theory of water ghosts in Linhu Lake spread like wildfire.It is precisely because of this that few people come to the lake, which disappoints the beautiful scenery.

Having been entrenched for many years, her eyeliner has already spread to every corner through various water systems, and any disturbance in Qujiang City cannot escape Li Ji's eyes.

"It is said that Jin Yunzi has left the customs. The court urgently invites the heads of all factions to come to Beijing." Han Yu said lightly.Fengtian's vigor has been exhausted, and no matter how big the dojo is, it can't bring it back to heaven.It is said that each family is perfunctory about the emperor's kindness.Let's not say that ordinary people are too philistine, and when a real catastrophe is imminent, vulgarity is inevitable for the extraordinary and otherworldly.

"Hmph, so what if Jin Yunzi comes? We have put in all our efforts to set up the blood formation, how can a few assorted-haired Taoist priests be able to break it? I'm afraid right now, he can't even touch where the real blood formation is. Think about it." Li Ji sneered triumphantly, "Furthermore, the blood formation is so tight that it is difficult for outsiders to see through the mechanism. If there is a slight carelessness, not to mention that there is no hope of breaking the formation, the whole city of Qujiang will die together. Hahahahaha... When the time comes, let's see how that kind-hearted Emperor Xing will explain to the people of the world!"

She clapped her hands and laughed heartily, and when she turned her head and saw Han Yun still looking at the lake indifferently, her pretty face sank.His eyes rolled, but he smiled again.Taking a step forward and getting close to Han Yu, Li Ji smiled sweetly, and the corners of her eyes were dotted red with rouge, which made the flowers on her forehead extraordinarily enchanting: "When he left the city, he took everything away, look I will never come back. Hehe...Mr. Han, you drink with him every night, but now you can’t bear it? I don’t know if the boss lost your company and is alone, how lonely during the journey? Don’t be fascinated by foxes, snakes and scorpions, that’s really a pity.”

Taking a step back without showing any signs, Han Yu distanced himself from her with a cold face: "As long as you don't meet your sister, it will be auspicious."

Not wanting to talk to her quickly, Han Yu turned his head and observed the water of Linhu Lake wholeheartedly.The sky was gloomy and steamy.Fog lingered on the lake.If you look down, you will find that there are countless slender black lines twisting and swaying in the slightly rippling lake water.They are submerged in the water, like countless thin little snakes, with strange and terrifying postures.Looking around, endless black lines almost covered the entire lake.

This is resentment.The blood formation that only exists in rumors is like a huge monster, silently breathing out black smoke full of resentment.The soaring resentment emanating from the blood array kept gushing out, filling the top of Linhu Lake, accompanied by the foul smell, which made people sick to smell.

"There are more and more sacrifices, and the lake can't cover them anymore." Han Yu frowned.

Li Ji snorted: "It will be like this sooner or later."

Seeing that Han Yu pulled out the bamboo flute from his sleeve and raised his lips to play.She sneered again: "The wooden Taoist is gone, why do you bother to cover up?"

"He is the reincarnation of Ziyang Zhenjun, Jin Yunzi's most proud student. Youming sword will never give up until it reaches its goal. Don't you know?" Fingers slowly pressed the hole of the flute, and the sobbing sound of the flute echoed in Lin Lin instantly. above the lake.

As if responding to the scattered flute sound, the black lines in the lake struggled violently for a while, and then swam to the bottom of the lake one after another.The dark lake surface gradually turned into an ignorant dark gray.

"Hmph, as long as there is a blood formation, the world will belong to the celestial master one day. Therefore, I will guard Linhu for him. No one can hinder the celestial master's great cause, including you." Taking another step forward, Li Ji stared at Han Jiu fiercely with red eyes.She loudly signaled her determination, her eyes were full of fierceness, and her beautiful and lovely face instantly turned into a hideous ghost, "It is difficult for outsiders to see through the blood formation, but if it is not kept in order, there will be internal ghosts. Good brother, listen In a word, my sister, please be optimistic about your store. The Heavenly Master will not tolerate your presumptuousness any longer.”

Shaking his head, Han Yu put down his bamboo flute and looked at her calmly: "Why?" He could never understand her madness.

In that way, he is no longer the unrestrained and unrestrained senior brother on Zhongnan Mountain, nor is he the frivolous and unrestrained young Taoist by the Lin Lake back then.He can only be wrapped in a black veil all day long, and he has to eat human blood every day to maintain his human form, and he can no longer be called a human.The face of Hei Sha is even more unbearable than the evil spirits in the wilderness.Is that him, really him?Maybe he didn't even know it himself.Why are you still so stubborn?

"Because I like him." Lifting her chin high, Li Ji's eyes were shining brightly.

"He doesn't like you." Han Yu whispered.

"I trust him," she said every time.It is categorical and cannot be pecked at.The corners of Li Ji's eyes were wet, but she still held her head up, her expression was almost crazy, "I believe him, even if he doesn't believe me. But I still believe him."

What do you believe in him?Believe that he can really control the world and rule the Three Realms?Believe that he can really restore his original appearance and remember his nature?Or do you believe that he suddenly realized and fell in love with you as you wished?

"I believe he will keep his promise, return to Linhu, and buy me a new box of rouge."

When she was just a koi in Lin Lake, she often envied the mortals who came to watch the lake.Husbands protect their wives, fathers lead their children, and the whole family enjoys an outing.Alone, she had never tasted such warmth.

That day, a box of rouge fell into the lake and sank just in front of her. Then, the water splashed everywhere, and someone desperately tried to fish it out. Through the heavy water curtain, she only saw a young man in a long gown.Stupid man, he jumped down even though he couldn't swim, he really didn't want his life.She swung her tail fin disdainfully, planning to go back to the aquatic plants to rest for a while.That idiot was still thumping desperately, and waves of water stirred up the lake.That's all, it's just a matter of doing meritorious deeds for yourself.Imagining a human form, he secretly grabbed his belt and lifted it up.

The man who escaped from death lay on the shore panting for a long time, his pale face was full of disappointment: "What should I do? I specially entrusted someone to bring it from the capital. She must like it after seeing it."

The carp hides in the water and shakes its head.Described as an ordinary man, not tall, not fair-skinned, and a bit dull-looking.For some reason, my heart felt hot.The woman in his mouth must be very happy.If a lover is like this, what more can a husband ask for.How great would it be if someone could go down to the lake to get a box of rouge for him?

"My lord, my rouge has fallen into the lake." In the dark night, she painted herself in all kinds of charming and charming ways according to the lake surface, crying and calling one man after another under the weeping willows by the lake.Well-fed scholars, wealthy merchants, valiant wanderers...they have endless honeyed words, endless chivalrous sentiments, vows of love, summer snow and winter thunder, once they say it, the world will end, and together they swear that the sea will dry up.It's just that when she mentioned the rouge in the lake, they all hesitated and laughed stiffly.

Looking at the hesitant faces in the lake, she stood behind them and secretly sneered.

Only he is the exception, the Taoist priest with a big smile.

"Since it is the girl's favorite, I will fetch it for you." He smiled and jumped into the lake without any hesitation.In an instant, she seemed to be transformed into a koi again, and through the heavy water curtain, she saw the young face that was ordinary but always engraved in her heart.

"Ah, it's already wet, what a pity." The soggy rouge box instantly turned into a smooth cobblestone in the Taoist's hands. The Taoist remained calm and looked at her with a smile. Dao bought another box for the girl."

Nodding helplessly, avoiding his scorching eyes helplessly, she clutched her chest tightly, her heart burning hot.

"He said that monks don't tell lies. So, I believe it." Leaving Han Yu, who was still speechless, Li Ji walked up to the lake step by step.The black threads hidden in the lake were like a group of snakes that had been frightened, they quickly twisted and scattered in all directions, and then gathered towards the bottom of her feet.Li Ji stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. She hated this lake that was no longer clear.Opening her eyes, she walked forward again, with her head back and her back straight.As slender as a weak willow supporting the wind, as light as a butterfly wearing a flower.Tingting is curly, graceful and graceful, "Like is nothing more than believing, believing in everything about him, wholeheartedly, devotedly, unswervingly until death."

She stood in the middle of the lake, wearing a golden red gauze dress fluttering like a fairy.The chaotic lake was slightly rippling, reflecting her snow-like face.Li Ji Yaoyao looked at Han Yu, and his body sank slowly: "Don't worry about pity me, look at yourself. Do you trust him? What about him? Does that Taoist believe in you? Heh..."

Han Yu never spoke again from the beginning to the end.Pursing her red lips, Li Ji instantly submerged in the water.

For a long time, the ghost stood motionless in place, allowing groups of black grievances to spread arrogantly on the lake again.At dusk on the western mountain, the dead lake was turned crimson by the burning clouds in the sky.Only then did Han Yu slowly raise his head, turned his back and walked towards the city.With a wave of the long sleeve, the bamboo flute drew a graceful arc in the air, and fell into the lake silently.

In Qujiang City at dusk, there are few pedestrians on the streets.Ordinary people are so strange, they don't see a trace of pity for Yucheng, who is bleeding like a river in front of him, and he talks about the tragic death of those innocent creatures every day.But he kept silent about the invisible and intangible ghosts and ghosts, and kept the slightest bit of chasing after the wind as a secret.The whole world is talking about those people who disappeared suddenly. Every day, other people's children, sisters, and brothers are taken away by strange winds.In front of every household in Qujiang City, there are yellow mounting papers with cinnabar charms painted on them.The blind half-immortal on the East Street swore to promise that in this way, evil spirits and evil spirits could be warded off, the house would be peaceful, and the whole family would be safe and peaceful.

Han Yu Shi Shiran walked past the doors with charms on them, and smiled secretly in his heart, if this torn paper is useful, why bother in the world to give birth to Fu Changting?

Three days ago, the Taoist left in a hurry, leaving nothing behind. He only pressed a short note on the counter of the grocery store. The paper was plain white and there was no word on it.Han Ji took the paper bag with the notes on it, and inside was a pair of hangover medicine.

After a while, someone came to say hello, claiming to be a guy from the bun shop in Xicheng. A Taoist priest left a silver tael and a note in front of the door, saying that he would send a drawer of vegetable buns here.Special instructions, as soon as it is out of the oven, it must be sent here as soon as possible.

Holding the paper, Han Ji drowsily remembered that he mentioned that he missed the vegetarian restaurant on Zhongnan Mountain when he was drinking a few days ago.That was the taste that had been on the tip of his tongue every day since he could remember. At the time, he thought it was normal, but after searching all over the world, he couldn't find it.On the contrary, the vegetable buns from Baozipu in Xicheng are somewhat similar.Especially the first drawer in the morning, the taste is the most similar.

The Taoist priest was also drunk at that time, and enthusiastically suggested that he would buy a few and try them at dawn.

The ghosts laughed at him: "His family rushed to open early in the morning, I'm afraid that by dawn, you will still be drunk and unable to get out of bed."

Fu Changting didn't take it seriously, a real man must do what he says, let alone him who keeps his promises?

The ghost squinted at him, blushing no less than his own face, half-believing.

The next day, he was really drunk and late.Looking up at the shelves as high as the roof, he stroked his forehead and frowned.

How many people in the world can clearly remember the drunken nonsense?Han Yu hid in the inner room and snickered all day long.

It turned out that he still remembered.As promised, Fu Changting never broke his promise.

That Wooden Taoist...Hanging his head down with a low laugh, Han Yu strolled leisurely on the path paved with bluestone slabs and gravel.

Looking in from the alley, the small grocery store is crowded under a crowd of tea curtains and wine tricks.If you don't look carefully, the dark and narrow facade will pass by, never attracting attention.

"Ding ding" twice, every morning when he heard the crisp ringing of the copper bell, he knew it was the wooden Taoist who came.Every night in the middle of the night, there are two more bells, accompanied by the leaving footsteps of the Taoist.

Jin Yunzi taught him very well.The youth is promising but does not take credit for pride, and does not deliberately show off his unique skills.Don't show off, don't show off, behave politely, and describe well.Seemingly indifferent and aloof, in fact, there is also tenderness like water.

Pushing open the wooden door of the grocery store, facing the empty store, Han Ji was in a daze for a moment. It seemed that in front of the heavy shelves, he could still see the figure of Fu Changting, wearing a Taoist robe, with his sleeves rolled up, passing through the gap in the door curtain, quickly They looked at each other with him inside, tenderness flashed away in his stern and serious eyes.

Passing through the passage between the shelves and the counter, and walking into the dark inner room, the door leading to the backyard was half open, the ghost raised his eyebrows in surprise, and turned to look at the lattice window.Outside, the last rays of the setting sun sank just behind the courtyard wall.Beside the east wall, a crescent moon is slowly rising.Under the tall ginkgo tree, a group turned their backs here, looking up at the new green leaves on the treetops.

Step by step, Han Yu walked steadily, and stood behind him in a leisurely manner: "The Taoist priest really likes my tree."

Hearing the words, the people under the tree turned around slowly, their faces were also calm, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, and there was no slight trace of twitch in their eyes: "Poverty Dao has some trivial matters, I need to ask the young master for confirmation."

The person who was still in his heart just now actually appeared in front of him at this moment.The Taoist robe is spotless, the skirt is buttoned up to the tip of the chin, and the tall lotus crown reaches into the sky.His eyes swept over the long sword behind him. The sword named "You Ming" was quietly sleeping in its sheath at the moment, and the blue sword tassel fell straight down, hanging motionless on the Taoist's shoulder.

"May I let you guess what kind of important matter requires the Taoist priest to come and go in person?" The ghost was an arm's length away from him.It was foggy, and a thin ghost fog rose from the ground, cruising between the two of them.Han Ji's tone couldn't hear the ups and downs, Lingling said with a little indifference, "I heard that Yucheng is at loggerheads, General Helian must be very anxious."

After the mist, Fu Changting was as motionless as a mountain, with no trace of sadness or happiness on his face.

"The battle of Yucheng is of great importance. If it succeeds, it will rule the world, and Kyushu will become a vassal. If it fails, blood will be splashed on the battlefield, and there will be no return. His Royal Highness Langya King must be very worried." Ghost's tone was slow, and the end of the sentence deliberately dragged on.He casually raised his hand and brushed off his sleeve, his fingers were slender and thin like bones, under his bony palm, his pale lips curled up a few sarcasm, "It is widely rumored in the world that Tian Jizi, the military division under King Lu Jing's tent, is in secret. Forbidden technique set up a blood formation. The blood formation is not broken, the Lu army is undefeated, and Qin Lanxi has no chance of winning. Judging from the current battle reports, the Langya army has been attacking for a long time and cannot attack for a long time. The food and grass are not enough, and the morale of the army will definitely be shaken. Although King Lu Jing's army There are countless casualties, but there are Tianjizi's sorcerer's chaos inside, and bloody grievances killing people outside. Yucheng can be said to be impregnable, but it is difficult to attack the city. Moreover, grievances can kill and help others, even if the old and weak soldiers are weak, As long as a little bewitchment with resentment can stimulate the heart and improve fighting spirit, it can also make people tireless and fearless of pain. When fighting, they will never stop until they are exhausted. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are a demon army. According to this calculation, if Tianjizi's blood formation is not destroyed within three days at most, the Langya army will be defeated like a mountain. At that time, not to mention Jinzhou, I am afraid that even the rest of the cities in our hands will be handed over to others."

"Therefore..." Han Yu put down his hand.With a gloomy air and ghostly mist, his long sleeves reached the ground, his head slightly tilted, and he calmly looked at the cold-faced Taoist, "The Taoist priest's coming this time must have something to do with Tianjizi's blood formation."

The Taoist priest at the other end didn't nod or shake his head, his Zhanzhan eyes didn't even blink, he raised his foot and took half a step forward, his tall figure was a head taller than Han Ji: "Mr. Han is in Qujiang, but With the world in mind, respectable and respectable.”

"I am an idler and wild ghost. Since I live in the world, I should naturally seek out some gossip and listen to some gossip. Otherwise, why would I hang out among the crowd?" Raising his gaze a little higher, Han Ji answered fluently.

"The poor are not here for blood formation, but to ask the young master for advice on a few small matters." Fu Changting said in a low voice.He locked his eyes tightly, looked down, his handsome face was reflected by the waning moon in the sky, with a hint of coldness, "Mr. Han, you guessed wrong."

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the branches and leaves are swaying. The sound of "rustle" kept coming from above the head.There was no wind, but the leaves of the ginkgo trees were shaking one after another.

The waning moon in the sky is like a hook, and the bluish-white light flows down through the gaps between the leaves, shoots through the mist, and falls on the Taoist's spotless white Taoist robe.

"Oh?" Han Yu was startled, "What's that?"

After thinking about it, I suddenly had the answer in my heart: "Blinding the eyes."

Masters of spells use dead objects such as wood and stone to perform illusions to change arbitrary objects.Just like Li Ji turned the cobblestone into a rouge box.Warlock ghosts who are proficient in this way can turn dead things into living things, and even turn a branch into a human.Those with weak skills can maintain it for a moment at most, while those with advanced cultivation, it is said, can last for several months or even years without being noticed by others.

"You have deceived Li Ji's eyes and ears by deceiving your eyes and pretending to go to Beijing, but in fact you are going elsewhere." Han Yu muttered to himself, calculating quickly in his mind.Suddenly, his body trembled, and he took a step back, looking at Fu Changting with guarded eyes, "You have returned to Zhongnan."

As if he had expected his reaction, Fu Changting was not surprised. He brushed the fallen leaves on his shoulders with his fingers, and the lingering ghost fog disappeared in an instant: "In the back mountain of Zhongnan, under the cliff of Siguo, there is a tomb of clothes. do you remember?"

The call of "Little Master Uncle" was affectionate, but it sounded like thunder to Han Yu's ears: "Every disciple of Zhongnan who has passed away will set up a tomb at the foot of Siguo Cliff to express his condolences."

Unconsciously, Ghost took another step back.

"That's right." Fu Changting nodded, letting him back again and again, approaching at a leisurely pace, "Pin Dao is lucky, I saw Master Jinlingzi's Broken Sword Tomb there."

"Shut up!" Sure enough, the ghost's expression changed immediately.Before Fu Changting finished speaking, he was interrupted loudly.

Han Ji's expression was agitated, his right hand was caught by surprise, and he suddenly swung his palm towards Fu Changting.Fu Changting didn't dodge or evade, he stretched out both palms and stood up to meet him.In a blink of an eye, Han Yu's right wrist was already grasped.The moonlight was like frost, sprinkled on the ground little by little, and the ghost fog vibrated in an instant.In the middle of the fog, the dagger in Han Yun's hand was only half an inch away from Fu Changting's chest.

"Withdraw!" With a low shout, Fu Changting's expression remained unchanged, and his right hand stuck between his wrists responded with force.Hearing Han Ji's muffled groan, he let go of his fingers, and the poisoned dagger fell to the ground.The ghost mist swam away and immediately covered it.

"It turns out that the Taoist priest is here to settle an old dispute with me." His right hand was restrained and his entire arm was so sore from Fu Changting's grasping technique just now. He said, "That's right, I was the one who killed him back then. So what? One life is exchanged for another life. I have already paid for it with my life. Isn't that enough? Then force me to go to the reincarnation platform, and Han Ji is willing to pay for his life for nine generations."

The Taoist at the other end lowered his head slightly, his eyes were blocked by the moon shadow, only the palm attached to Han Yu's wrist was still hot, just like the raging fire that could be seen everywhere that night.

"Junior brother is a thief, and senior brother is also a thief. Tsk tsk, if you two rebels are not cleaned up today, how will the reputation of my Zhongnan sect survive? What face will our Zhongnan sect have in the world?"

The brother was lying in his arms dying, he shook his head repeatedly and denied everything, those old brothers with long swords and torches refused to let him go.They laughed, they scorned, and they reprimanded righteously: "Say, how did you conspire to betray the master? Where is the incense burner? Where are the bamboo slips? What are your plans? Such painstaking planning must have a conspiracy!"

"I don't. I don't know."

"Traitor! You are still stubborn! I, Jin Lingzi, will eliminate harm for the master today." Daosheng, who took the lead, had a familiar face, and the dim yellow light of the fire reflected the naked murderous look in his eyes. Stealing treasures comes first, and learning forbidden techniques is the second. Then, slaughter Zhongnan and seize the world. Isn’t it? You are committing a treasonous crime.”

"Brother, I don't. I..."

"Who is your senior brother? Traitor, don't make excuses!" Without waiting for Han Yu to distinguish, he suddenly turned around, faced the crowd, pointed at him and the senior brother in his arms and said loudly: "The two of them not only deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors, but also harbored evil intentions. , intending to touch the world. Such monsters will definitely endanger the world and harm all living beings. I have always been in the south, and I have been upright since ancient times. How can I allow such monsters to tarnish my reputation and humiliate the mountain gate! My disciple, Jin Lingzi, was taught by his master since childhood , vowed to punish rape and eradicate evil, and shine in Zhongnan. Today, I was fortunate to find the whereabouts of the traitor here with all my brothers and sisters. The traitor was rampant and cunning and sophistry. However, everyone was present and saw the two of them colluding in the middle of the night with their own eyes. Can you argue? One of them sneaked into the treasury to steal treasures, and the other defied the law to study forbidden techniques. They clearly planned for a long time to harm me in the end. Jin Lingzi is not talented, and he is willing to sacrifice me alone to protect me In the name of Zhongnan Wei, I killed these two people to comfort my master and teach me a lesson."

What a righteous rhetoric, what a righteous face.The long sword was unsheathed, and the dragon roared.

The flames danced, blinding his eyes.Senior brother was lying in his arms, his palm was tightly clutching senior brother's chest, thick blood was continuously flowing to his palm: "You don't want to slander and hurt others. Stealing treasures is true, Han Ji has already been convicted. As for the others, Is there evidence?"

"Evidence? After you left the mountain, it is the evidence that he still has contact with you. Tonight, the evidence is that he came to you seriously injured. In this situation, the evidence is that you still protect him." They were aggressive, and their long swords that reflected the fire were approaching inch by inch. , the sharp blade gently pressed against his face with Night Breeze's chill, "If there is nothing wrong with you, why are you obedient to him?"

The yin and yang tone and ambiguous words attracted countless mocking laughter.

He stared blankly at the soaring flames and the faces that were both unfamiliar and familiar under the flames, and his heart became clear. In fact, they had already convicted him and his senior brother.Subduing demons and subduing demons, the righteous way never bothers to argue with evil demons and heretics.After all the evil has been done, Zhong Nan's subordinates never let a villain go.Catching traitors is one's duty, and beheading evildoers is a great achievement.

Exaggeration, great success, not only ordinary people care about those invisible names.

The blood-stained palm moved slowly and calmly, and touched the brother's sword on the ground: "Come here, I will tell you a secret. I will only tell you, brother."

Fire light, blood light, sword light, intertwined together, merged into a piece of bright red that he had never seen before.Sword in hand, he gave them everything they wanted—a real crime.

"The traitor Han Yu has a withdrawn temperament and deep evil thoughts. He steals treasures and does not think about repentance. He wounds others with a sword, kills his fellow disciples, and assists the traitor Tianjizi to escape. His crimes are unforgivable. If you don't punish him, you will not be able to revive Zhongnan's reputation." If you do not kill, you will not be able to promote the greatness of the world." "Zhongnanlu" records, "At the end of August in the third year of Chongguang, the traitor Han Yu was put to death. Tianjizi is nowhere to be found."

"What happened yesterday is like dying yesterday. What is doing today is like being born today."

The calm words came from Fu Changting's mouth, the tone was long and firm, and he couldn't help but pull back his drifting thoughts.

Han Yu forced himself to be proud: "I'm afraid that the Taoist priest will bring up the old matter again, and he wants me to die today."

Fu Changting didn't speak for a while.Shaking his head, his eyes were deep, and he saw the heart that was about to cry under his stubborn face: "You feel guilty."

He grew up in a Taoist temple since he was a child, and he learned compassion, practiced purity, and practiced freedom.Killing and absconding overnight is like falling from the clouds into the mud.

The wrist wrapped in the palm twisted violently like a snake.The anger in the ghost's eyes was so frightening: "I have a clear conscience!"

Fu Changting struggled with him, holding his iron palm tightly, and refused to let go no matter what.He guessed it right, this ghost said something wrong.

This is the lingering haze in his heart.The ghost who keeps claiming to be ruthless and ungrateful, wears a ruthless mask, wears a ruthless smile, and says ruthless words, but in fact regrets, remembers, and forgets all the time.He is such a person, he was in life, and he is still after death.The more he cares, the more he pretends to be meaningless, his mouth is hard and his heart is soft, his face is written as having nothing to do with himself, and his heart is engraved with the desire to save all sentient beings.With such a compassionate heart, he stepped on the wrong path of practice, and should not enter the Baiyun Temple, but should be sent to the Jialan Temple.

The angry ghost began to scold loudly.The Taoist didn't listen at all, and suddenly pulled his arm closer, forcing him to take half a step closer.Fu Changting's palm moved, and he held his hand close to the skin.

Han Yu was frightened and angry, his brows were tightened, his fingers were pointed, and his long nails brushed his fingers unceremoniously and stood in front of the two of them. His eyes flickered: "Let go!"

Daoist turned a blind eye to his threat, still lowered his eyes, stroked his five fingers one by one between the palm and the root of his fingers, and finally covered the scar on the ring finger of his right hand, caressing and stroking, as if he wanted to understand from this repeated touch The moment of severed finger pain.

"It's enough to pay for it with your life," Fu Changting said.The hoarse and deep voice passed through the ghost fog, comforting the anxious ghost word by word.

Han Ji's struggle stopped, his eyes fell, and stayed on the hands of the two people who were intertwined, and then quickly turned his face away.

Fu Changting would always shake his hand inexplicably.On the night of drinking together, Han Yu was so drunk that he couldn't hold the wine cup with trembling hands.On the other end, he smiled lowly and stretched out his hand to straighten the wine glass that was about to pour.The trimmed and rounded fingertips brushed against the rim of the glass with the wine hanging on it, and climbed onto his hand, the thin callused fingertips slid across every inch of the palm, and the little finger pressed back and forth on his severed finger.The Taoist's hot body temperature spread all over the ghost's body through his fingers, and Han Yu immediately tensed up.But he was still at ease, holding his hand, his gentle and elegant face was squarely placed under the moonlight, and he couldn't find a trace of embarrassment.The wooden Taoist couldn't say the gritty greeting, but because of the tenderness at the moment he lowered his eyes, the sharp-mouthed ghost couldn't say anything else.

In this world, for him, Fu Changting, doing anything is a matter of course.At the last moment before passing out drunk, Ghost thought angrily.

There was no sound.The silent atmosphere made the wandering ghost fog slow down, and the layers of leaves rattled among the trees. There was still no wind, but the shaking of the leaves was more sharp.

"The Daoist traveled thousands of miles to return to Zhongnan. It shouldn't be as simple as worshiping the ancestors." The warmth and beauty from his fingers made his empty chest ache. Han Ji forced himself to calm down and looked up at Fu Changting. Ginkgo tree behind.

"Pindao found something at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain." Mozhi persistently drew circles and circles around the deformed protrusion on his severed finger, Fu Changting took another step, and stood closer to Han Ji, " At the beginning of last year, a strange thing happened in the village at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. Someone sneaked into the village in the middle of the night to steal, but was spotted by night watchmen and fled in mist. Afterwards, every household in the village checked the details and found that nothing was lost.”

"That's because it was discovered in time, and the thief was chased away by the night watchmen before he could strike." Han Yu interjected.

"Maybe." The Taoist paused, and then continued to narrate, "Later, someone discovered that a hole had been dug in the field behind the village. The hole was very small, and there were still a few broken bones around the hole. And That's where the night watchman found the burglar."

Having said this, Fu Changting stopped again.Han Yu didn't speak, and quietly waited for the next sentence with the corners of his lips curled up.

The Taoist thought about it for a while: "The poor Taoist is lucky. I saw it in the village when I went back this time. The phalanx is missing a section in the middle. Do you feel something strange?"

He used his usual talking and joking tone, his voice was soft and slightly mellow.In the past, drunken ghosts often dared to make fun of him: "When you recite the mantra to exorcise evil spirits, are there any female ghosts who are fascinated by it?"

The wooden Taoist couldn't understand the deep meaning in his words, so he replied with a straight face: "The mantra is designed to fix the body and exorcise evil spirits. Is it so strange to be trapped by the mantra?"

This solid-eyed Taoist priest...Han Yun couldn't help laughing: "Didn't the Taoist priest hear the story of a moving voice? Hehe, it's more than touching, I'm afraid it will scare ghosts."

The wooden Taoist blinked and thought for a long time before he realized that the ghost was making fun of him again, and immediately showed anger, his handsome face couldn't hide a trace of embarrassment and quickly crawled over.

The ghost on the other end saw all the changes in his face, patted the table, and laughed unscrupulously.

Now, Han Yu couldn't laugh anymore: "It's really strange. Maybe the villagers are overwhelmed. The phalanx was dug up by wild dogs and taken away. I didn't pay attention to it before."

"Young master is right." The Taoist nodded, with a calm expression on his face, as if he had a plan in mind.He held his hand, stroking his forefinger lightly on the severed finger, and gradually pressed down hard, "That's a ring finger bone, just like yours."

Han Yu replied, "It's just a coincidence."

"The one that was stolen was the middle section, which is exactly the same position as the one that the young master put on the shelf."

"Of all things in the world, the most amazing thing is the word 'clever'."

"Mr. Han, where are your phalanges?" The slender and strong fingers tightened suddenly, Fu Changting was still so calm, but secretly exerted strength in his hands.

Han Ji didn't flinch or evade, his eyes flashed, and then he regained his composure: "As the Taoist priest ordered, keep it safe."

"Can I let the poor have a look?"

"..." Han Ji kept silent, his delicate and delicate face covered with frost.He concentrated all his strength on his right arm, wanting to withdraw his hand.

The Taoist's slender fingers were as hard as gold and iron, and they never loosened at all.Fu Changting took his hand, Ru Mo's eyes didn't show any ups and downs: "The phalanx on the shelf is not yours, yours is buried under the ginkgo tree."

The blood formation feeds on living beings and is born of resentment.Those who set up the blood array must sacrifice the most precious thing in the eye of the array.Xuezhen's resentment does not only come from vain