More than three realms handle

Recently, Jiangcheng has a group of knights, who can be seen as small as helping an old lady cross the road, or as big as hunting down a thief.

After inquiring, I found out that it turned out that Qingyun Temple in Yuanshan had been reorganized, and now the head of Guannei is a handsome female disciple.

After accompanying Nan Hao after drinking, Ling Xian threw himself heavily on the bed.

Recently, there have been many incidents, big and small. Fortunately, no new dead have appeared, but bad premonitions are always lingering around me.

He yawned and shook his head to suppress the surging drowsiness.

The time agreed with Chen Sha is approaching, and now is not the time to rest.

Through the boundless black fog, the familiar Ghost King's Mansion appeared in front of Ling Xian.

Now he can enter and leave the ghost domain by himself.

Seeing that Ling Xian came, Chen Sha waved to the ghost messenger, gave a few orders in a low voice, and the ghost messenger retreated again.

"They'll be here soon," Chen Sha walked over, with a worried look on his face, "You don't look very well."

With a broad palm covering his forehead, Ling Xian was led back.

"I'm not sick, it's just...too tired recently." Ling Xian was a little at a loss.

Ever since she was scratched at the altar last time, Chen Sha has become weird, as if she would die if she was not careful.

Chen Sha frowned, and wanted to say something more, when the door was knocked.

"Enter!"

The ghost messenger walked in with a few skinny ghosts, who died "accidentally" during this period.

Perhaps because they lost too much vitality when they died, they looked much weaker than other ghosts, and their bodies were translucent, as if they would disappear at any time.

Seeing Ling Xian's doubts, Chen Sha said in a timely manner: "It's nothing serious, as long as it's raised in Huangquan for a while, it will be fine."

Perhaps thanks to Ling Xian's superb camouflage skills, these souls did not recognize him.

The ghost messenger said that Mrs. Wang was looking for them for something, and she was worried all the way, but now seeing that Mrs. Wang is so beautiful, she is not afraid anymore.

Madam is so handsome, she must have a good heart.

The ghost messenger took two steps forward and whispered next to Ling Xian's ear: "Ma'am, they have already drank Mengpo soup, so they don't remember much..."

Ling Xian nodded slightly, and the ghost messenger retreated.

"Since we've entered Ghost Domain, we're all a family. Come on, all sit down!" Ling Xian smiled and took the lead to sit on the main seat.

After the other ghosts were seated, the ghost servants waiting at the door came in to serve tea and snacks.

Ling first twisted a piece of pine nut candy and put it in his mouth: "It's delicious, do you want to try it too?"

The ghosts under the seat were no longer restrained, showing their usual casual attitude, and boldly tasted the snacks from the Ghost King's Mansion.

Chen Sha raised her eyebrows, watching him continue to perform.

The conversation that followed went very smoothly.Soon, Ling Xian got the information he needed.

"Lingjia Town?" Chen Sha repeated the name of the place again, with an uneasy expression on his face.

"Yes, except for those weird angers, the biggest thing they have in common is that they all come from here." Ling Xian leaned on the bed rail, a little tired, and he couldn't bear to deal with so many ghosts at the same time.

It has been more than half a year since I went back, my hometown is just a simple town in my impression, how could it have something to do with the death of these people?

My thoughts seem to be in a mess, twisted together, and my eyelids are getting heavier...

Chen Sha sighed softly, picked up the sleeping Ling Xian and put him on the bed, took off his shoes, tucked in the quilt, and walked out lightly.

Things are getting more and more complicated, and he has to go to that place.

When he woke up again, it was already the middle of the night, the cinnamon sand was gone, the warm yellow candles were dancing in the house, and the whole ghost palace was also quiet.

Ling Xian twisted his sleepy neck, and the vitality returned to his body.

Stuffing the pillow into the quilt, he tiptoed out of the ghost palace.

Follow the direction in memory, the scenery along the way is getting more and more desolate.

Suddenly, patches of Bana flowers burst into view, and the red sky was swaying gently with the cool wind, blooming wantonly in the cold night.

There is an inconspicuous path in the sea of ​​flowers, Ling Xian stepped on it, and walked in this dreamlike place.

Approaching the center of the sea of ​​flowers, the path became wider, and a white-haired girl was kneeling there with her eyes closed.

"You've come to the wrong place. Po Meng's soup hasn't been cooked yet, and I want to go to Naihe Bridge after a while." The girl didn't open her eyes, her bangs fluttered gently on her forehead with the wind.

"That's right, I'm here to look for you." Ling Xian's melodious voice came into the girl's ears, and she slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with sadness deeper than the night.

If you guess correctly, this person is Meng Po, but it is not the same as imagined.

It was a young girl who saw through the world and turned away from the world of mortals.

Granny Meng got up slowly, stared fixedly at the person for a while, and spoke softly when she spoke again: "So it was you."

Ling Xian tilted her head, not understanding why she used the word "originally".

"It's getting late," Granny Meng looked up at the boundless night, her dark pupils looked at Ling Xian again, as if she wanted to absorb all the light, "The Santu Huajing is over there, you can go by yourself if you want to see, old man first gone."

Before he could answer, he turned around again, and the girl disappeared.

Santu Huajing?

Ling Xian tentatively walked forward, and the originally open sea of ​​flowers suddenly turned into a real thing, and bumped into it with no slight or heavy impact. A huge mirror appeared in front of it, but it could only reflect the flowers of the other shore.

He stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, and when his fingers touched the mirror, it was like ripples on the surface of the water.

The Bana flower in the mirror began to distort, gradually turning into another scene.

A little boy was sitting in front of the ancestral hall, staring at the ground in a daze. His clothes were a bit worn out, but they were still clean.

There was the sound of children playing in the distance, the boy raised his head, a pair of big eyes flashed on his immature face, the dark pupils seemed to be extra large, occupying the eye sockets.

This place seems to be Lingjia Town, but it has a more sense of age, and the young boy is seven or eight times similar to Chensha.

Little Chensha looked at the children who were walking towards her, her eyes sparkled, as if she was expecting something.

"Don't go!" The older child stopped the child behind him, his voice was trembling, he glanced at the boy, turned his head and whispered to the others, "My mother said that he has a pair of yin and yang eyes, he will... Invite a ghost! Stay away from him!"

The other children looked at him with fear, disdain, ridicule, and emotions that Ling Xian couldn't understand.

They laughed and played and left here.

The gleam in the boy's eyes disappeared instantly.

A ghost figure floated out from the dark corner behind him, stretched out a row of fangs, and leaned on the boy's ear, saying in a harsh tone, "Wake up! You little monster, you are only worthy of companionship with lonely souls and wild ghosts!"

Xiao Chensha turned around and punched the ghost, but went straight through.

Ghost Claw came up to meet him, and tore off a piece of fabric, revealing the wound that had scabbed not long ago, adding another cut.

As soon as the screen turned, Xiao Chensha seemed to have grown up a bit, the clothes on her body were torn, and blood was still dripping in several places.

His hair was disheveled, his dark eyes were darker than the night, completely lost their light.

He staggered to a place where no one was around, took out a black gold dagger from his pocket, raised it high and stabbed it at his chest, bright red blood flowed down the tip, and a flower opened under his body Gorgeous blood-colored flowers.

The boy fell into a pool of blood, his clothes were instantly stained red, and he smiled brightly.

There was a tingling sensation at the fingertips, and Ling Xian withdrew his hand. Layers of water waves swayed on the mirror, and the picture twisted and rotated, turning back into swaying Bana flowers again.

What I just saw was Chen Sha's childhood?No, it is more accurate to say his life.

Ling Xian stood still, no matter how much he touched the mirror after that, no picture came out, only the ever-growing Bana flowers were reflected in his pupils.

Above the majestic clouds, the flowing white mist kept surging, covering the tall palace in front.

"Smelly old man!" Chen Sha's figure suddenly appeared in the clouds, wearing a red dress that was out of place here.

The yelling passed through the fog and swayed in the palace, but no one responded.

"Tsk, what a hassle!" Chen Sha muttered, strode in, and disappeared into the majestic palace.

With a flash, a figure in red appeared in the hall.

The incense is lingering, the fire is warm, but no one is seen.

Chen Sha didn't bother to shout, and searched around the corners, but there was no sign of him.

Another curtain was opened, and a man with the appearance of a Taoist sat cross-legged on a cattail mat with his eyes closed, and his whisk was casually placed aside, as if he was meditating.

"You're here." The man's tone was calm, as if he had expected Chen Sha to come.

Ling Xian came back to his senses and found a jade pendant on the ground, he stepped forward to pick it up, and there was a note under it.

"Take it, you'll need it later."

The author has something to say:

I think it's just right to break here, so this chapter is a bit shorter (dog head)