Immortals come on the moon

"Is this the door rule you copied?"

In front of Elder Zhao was a whole stack of door regulations, he picked up two sheets and compared them, his eyes paused for a long time on the one copied by Shen Yingxue.

Song Minhuan: "Yes."

He didn't copy much, much less than Meng Qi's. Meng Qi copied it a thousand times and piled it neatly together.

Elder Zhao casually pulled out a few sheets from Meng Qi's stack. The handwriting on the sheets was different, and he stared angrily, "Meng Qi, you copied this all by yourself?"

"That's right," Meng Qi said, "I know that I will be punished sooner or later. I started copying the house rules two years ago. What you have in your hand is what I copied two years ago. The words two years ago are definitely different from those now."

It's different and so different that it doesn't seem like it could be written with one hand at all.

Song Minhuan guessed that Meng Qi should have asked her juniors to copy it for her.

"You think I'm a fool?" Elder Zhao flicked his finger, and the thousand door rules turned into flying ash, "I went to hang it on the Shenwu Cliff at night, every night, and I was not allowed to come down until it was hung for a month. "

"I..." Meng Qi stared. Before she could speak, Elder Zhao flicked his sleeves and slapped her away. She was stuck in the crack of the wall and couldn't be picked out.

Meng Qi almost spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned dark, and he couldn't get out of the wall with great effort.

Song Minhuan: "..." This scene seemed familiar.

His eyelids twitched, and when he noticed Elder Zhao's gaze on him, he couldn't help straightening his back slightly, wondering if he would be blown away like Meng Qi.

The previous night I had too much trouble with Shen Yingxue, some marks on his body have not disappeared, and there are still some dotted marks on the side of the ears, one can see how they left behind.

He couldn't see it himself, and Shen Yingxue didn't tell him when he came out, now he just wonders why Elder Zhao keeps looking at him.

Ever since Shen Yingxue took him back that day, there have been rumors about him and Shen Yingxue in the sect, but the truth has not been spread, it's just that there are more people who usually observe him.

Elder Zhao coughed. I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Elder Zhao's tone was a little gentler than usual.

"Two thousand times is indeed a bit much. It's normal if you can't finish copying it. It's good if you know you're wrong. In the future, you are not allowed to sneak out of class like Meng Qi."

Song Minhuan was very surprised, he seemed to be able to hear Meng Qi spit out a mouthful of blood again, staring at his back could penetrate.

"However, if Xianjun is willing to teach you, you don't have to come here in the future."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He didn't know if Elder Zhao was testing him, he replied: "Master is willing to let me come to Jiange, and I can learn a lot from Elder Zhao."

What Elder Zhao didn't understand was that there was Shen Yingxue's red lotus seal on the gate rules copied, which was clearly telling him not to embarrass the young man.

Everyone is fair and just, and now that I have a sweetheart, I can't avoid vulgarity after all, and I don't want to let the boy suffer a little bit outside.

As long as people have his mark of Shen Yingxue on them, how many people would dare to provoke them?

Elder Zhao was flattered by the praise, and said with a smirk: "You don't have to be polite with me, let's talk about this matter with Xianjun again."

"Okay, I'll go back and ask Master," Song Minhuan said again, "Is there anything else Elder wants to do?"

There used to be, but now I don't dare to have it.

Elder Zhao waved his hand, and the man disappeared.

"Senior Sister," Song Minhuan went over and pulled Meng Qi out of the crack in the wall, several bumps popped out of Meng Qi's head.

Meng Qi's face was darkened, "Don't wait for me to beat him one day."

"Next time we can't slip away halfway," Song Minhuan handed Meng Qi a bottle of wound medicine, and asked, "Senior Sister, shall we act today?"

They have to find a way to find the dream of guiding spirits on the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

"In the past now," Meng Qi said, "you go with me to my father's study first, I'll go in and find the key, and you can let me out."

"Okay," Song Minhuan replied, and he and Meng Qi disappeared together.

In the main hall of Lianhua Peak, Meng Qi managed to avoid the disciples guarding outside, the two of them mixed in together, Song Minhuan guarded outside, and Meng Qi entered the hall.

"Senior sister, hurry up, the disciples over there will come over later."

Song Minhuan hid his figure, and he could feel the enchantment in the palace.The enchantment must have noticed them, and what they want is the time difference that Meng Yujin will not rush over immediately after he realizes it.

"Shanshan, let's go."

After a while, Meng Qi came out with a key in his hand. When the two of them left, Song Minhuan heard a familiar voice.

"The barrier in the temple has been moved."

Across the air, Song Minhuan and Lan Su met their gazes.Lan Su was followed by two disciples, still with that businesslike expression, as if aware of something, Lan Su raised his eyes.

The eyes of the two met suddenly, and he hid his figure, but he still felt that Lan Su could see him.

"Don't look at him," Meng Qi passed a voice to him, "Lan Su's spiritual sense is very good, if you look at him again, you should know it's the two of us."

Song Minhuan looked away when he heard the words, and said, "Senior Sister, what do you think of Lan Su?"

Clouds and mist swirl around them, and the wind with the scent of grass and trees rushes towards them. The two of them passed through the spruce forest on the back mountain of Lianhua Peak, and walked around the path to Zangshu Pavilion.

Meng Qi said whatever came to his mind, and asked him, "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

Song Minhuan nodded, he wanted to hear the opinions of different people.

"Very good, very good," Meng Qi commented, "Good is not like a normal person, like a long-term mask worn on the face, and it can't be taken off after a long time."

Song Minhuan: "Why do you feel this way?"

"It may be that I habitually think of many people in the worst direction, and always feel that many things are not as simple as they appear on the surface."

Meng Qi laughed, "It's good or bad. The bad thing is that it's hard to trust others easily. The good thing is that no matter how shocking a person's behavior is afterwards, I won't be too surprised. I can calmly accept."

"Shanshan, have you heard the story of the emperor's usurpation?"

Song Minhuan shook his head, "I've never heard of it."

"Thousands of years ago, or even earlier, there was a family named Ru Taki. It is said that they were the descendants of gods and were born with supernatural powers. They believed in goodness and goodness, acted like gods, and followed the rules of the previous saints in every word and deed. They Give priority to others in everything, use divine power to do what you can to help those who need it, do good deeds without expecting anything in return, and do your best to resolve the suffering of the world."

And after that?There shouldn't be any good endings after that, after all, people's greed is endless.If you help them once without trying to repay them, they will entangle you like maggots attached to their bones. Not to mention knowing how to repay them, they are more likely to repay you for your kindness, and even take advantage of your abilities.

Meng Qi: "At that time, a sage king was born in their clan. The sage king was born with boundless supernatural powers, and he was arrogant. Since he was born, all his clan members have taught him to do this and that, and let him do good everywhere. Let him never blame mortals, and let him forgive wicked people who are stubborn."

"He walked out of the tribe, and was bullied by the tribe and asked him to forgive him. He saved people, but the people he saved fell into trouble and tried to kill him. He saved the wicked, but the wicked fell in love with him, and then fell in love with him because of his rejection. Let's slander him everywhere with resentment."

"Experiencing repeated injuries and betrayals, the tyrant has long been disappointed with mortals, but his tribe believes that since he has been crowned with the name of 'sage king', he must abide by the rules of the sage king and should not be dissatisfied with mortals. The tribe told He, they are born gods, they have to be merciful to all living beings, and they are good at everything in the world."

Song Minhuan: "What happened after that? Do you really do what other people say?"

"That's right," Meng Qi said, "he will do what his people say, he won't care if he gets hurt, he won't be dissatisfied or disappointed with ordinary people, and he will crawl out of the mud again if he is betrayed. He can easily forgive those who slander and curse him."

"He put on a mask for himself. This mask is the 'sage king' that the people expect, but it is not the real him."

Meng Qi: "You should have heard about what happened after that. It was the famous incident of 'sacrificing gods with gods'. Their family offended the descendants of other gods, and the other party bewitched mortals. As long as they use the Rulong clan to sacrifice, they can also get divine power .”

"Many people want to obtain divine power. It should be said that no one does not want to obtain divine power. A group of mortals knelt down and begged for usurpation, and let us lead their clansmen to sacrifice with their bodies."

There seemed to be sarcasm in Meng Qi's tone, and there was a bit of regret, "Arrogant agreed... He used the blood of his people to satisfy those stupid mortals. After that, he disappeared and no one knew where he went. You The Taki clan also disappeared from the world."

As for those mortals who sacrificed to the Rulong clan?They have long forgotten how much the Rulong clan has helped them, they will only keep asking for it, and will be angry because it is a rumor that they can get divine power by "sacrificing gods to gods".

They would only think that it would be great if it was true. Occasionally, when they think about it, they will feel that it is indeed a pity that this group of people died early, because no one is willing to help them clean up the mess without desire or desire.

Song Minhuan understood what Meng Qi meant. What Meng Qi said, Lan Su was the same as arrogance, a kindness that was disciplined, and it didn't seem to come from the heart.

"A person, if he doesn't have his own emotions, is like a walking dead in the eyes of others. Such... is not a real person anymore."

Meng Qi said, turning his eyes to him, and patted him on the shoulder, "Shanshan, you are the same, you don't have to consider everything for others, although you are from the heart, but human nature can never stand the test, you just need to It's enough to be happy."

"I know," Song Min laughed, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

He didn't fully believe what Meng Qi said for the time being, maybe because he didn't have much contact with Lan Su, and he always thought in a good direction.

Human beings are both ugly and beautiful things. If they only see the ugly side, they will hate them.If you only see the good side, you will forgive them too much for it.

Really contradictory.

The two of them arrived at the Library Pavilion, and there were rows of bamboo scrolls and books on the sunken wooden shelves. Today, the disciples were all in the Jiange Pavilion, and not many people came over.

On the third floor, there is a restriction, with the four characters "Forbidden to enter the forbidden area" clearly written on it.

Meng Qi opened the barrier, and the two of them silently stepped into the forbidden area on the fourth floor.

The light was dim, and in front of them were rows of old bookshelves. Different bookshelves were marked, and the pages of ancient books were yellowed, quietly sealed in their respective positions.

Meng Qi went to look for Yin Lingzhimeng, and Song Minhuan took a casual look. He walked between the bookshelves, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a bookshelf. In the innermost corner, there were old handwriting on the side of the book.

——Historical Records of the Ghost Kings of the Ten Temples.

He paused slightly, touched it with his fingertips, and took out the innermost book without feeling the formation.

The pages of the book were opened, and the age was blurred. It introduced the change of ghost kings in each hall, almost every few hundred years, until 2000 years ago.

"In mid-summer, someone entered the ghost town at midnight. The man was dressed in black clothes with ghost patterns on the cuffs. The king of ghosts, monsters, monsters, ghosts and all ghosts are subject to all ghosts, this is the era of Ji Ye, and it continues to this day."

There are portraits of every generation of ghost kings in front of it, and Song Minhuan had some strange emotions in his heart. He pinched the pages of the book with his fingertips, and could vaguely see the blurred outline of the last page.

He recalled the Shen Yingxue who he had seen in his spiritual consciousness wearing a black gown with ghost patterns like a ghost king, and vaguely had an answer in his heart.

The last page was opened, and inside was a portrait.

He is very familiar with the man in the painting, Qiushui is like a god, his face is like a god, and he is handsome and solemn.The man looked indifferently, with a long sword behind his back and cursed shackles on his wrists.

There is also a line of small print at the bottom.

——Portrait of Ji Ye, Ghost King of the Ten Temples