Rebirth of the Peerless Immortal Master

After Dongfang Mianyang left Houshan, he was in a bad mood all the way.He has watched and experienced many deaths, some of which were worse than Qing Hua's. He is not a man of many saints, and he must be touched by everyone's death. On the contrary, he is more often It is to look at those deaths from an onlooker's perspective. For him, death is a kind of destiny, and the ultimate destination of all people is death. If this is the case, what does the form of death matter?

Maybe it was because he had never seen so many people conspiring to kill a weak woman, or maybe it was the first time he unsealed a ghost and heard her resentment in his heart, but no matter what, he had nothing to do with this death. Having a relationship is neither watching nor experiencing, but an indelible connection.

He wanted to go to that ruined temple.

"Little boat, you go back first."

The child looked up at his master, only to see that the master's face was gloomy, and suddenly he couldn't say what he wanted to follow. He nodded sullenly, and then hung his head and stopped talking.

Dongfang Mianyang knew that the little apprentice was unhappy, but the apprentice was still so young, he didn't want him to see something that a child of his age should not see.

He rubbed Xiao Chuan'er's soft hair, "Fei Fei, you go back with Xiao Chuan'er."

The Divine Beast's expression that had nothing to do with him suddenly changed, "No! I want to go with you!"

Dongfang Mianyang narrowed his eyes, "If Xiao Chuan'er hasn't learned the spirit binding technique before I come back, you don't want to eat roasted chicken legs tonight."

The divine beast glared at its master, and then turned its gaze to the child with its head hanging down. Its expression seemed to say, "How could this idiot learn the art of binding spirits in such a short period of time?!" With a more dangerous expression, the beast swallowed, but still didn't dare to tell the truth.

For the first time, for the chicken legs, Feifei hoped that the owner would come back as late as possible.

After dismissing the apprentices and pets, Dongfang Mianyang changed his footsteps and walked towards the small ruined temple that Shen Xiang mentioned.

The location of the palace is actually relatively remote compared to the imperial capital, and there is a long distance to the west where there are few people. Dongfang Mianyang found the ruined temple without much effort.

There is still a rusty incense burner lying on the ground at the entrance of the ruined temple. The ashes inside are stuck to the furnace wall, and it has already turned black.One of the gates could not withstand the wind and rain and fell down, and the remaining one was not much better. When the north wind blew, it creaked and shook, and it might fall down at any time.

The inside is not very big, just enter the main hall, where the majestic Tathagata Buddha is enshrined. Although Dongfang Mianyang is not a Buddhist disciple, he also bowed respectfully.Surrounded by spider webs, on the ground were futons and incense sticks that had been bitten out by mice, and the best thing preserved was a wooden fish.

Dongfang Mianyang walked around the Buddha statue and saw a small door with a high threshold behind it. It must be the threshold donated by a pilgrim for atonement.He bent down and raised his feet to enter the door. Inside the door is a small courtyard, and the row of rooms opposite are the meditation rooms of the monks. The middle of the courtyard is covered with stone slabs, which is the burial place of Qing Hua.

Dongfang Mianyang walked over and kicked away the fallen wooden barrel beside the dry well, and then moved the stone slab away with great effort. The well was not deep, but it was pitch black inside, as if blocked by a cloud of black mist, and nothing could be seen clearly.

After thinking for a while, Dongfang Mianyang held a handful of yellow talismans in his hand, jumped into it.

He lit the fire pocket that he carried with him, the well was not big, but the inside seemed to be able to swallow the light, and the dim light barely illuminated the dry well.

Dongfang Mianyang looked down, but did not see Qinghua's body.

"Sir~"

A sigh-like murmur floated into his ears, Dongfang Mianyang shuddered behind him, and turned around abruptly, causing the fire pocket to shake a bit.

Dongfang Mianyang turned his head, only to realize that behind him was a portrait of human height.

Maybe it was because it was painted directly on the wall of the well, but Dongfang Mianyang didn't notice it at first.

"You're late."

The red lips of the woman in the painting slightly opened, and after a wave of shaking, the woman walked out from the wall.

"Qinghua?!"

Dongfang Mianyang did not expect to find Qinghua's body here, but found an even more remarkable thing.

"You actually destroyed your own bones, willing to become a demon!"

Qing Hua stretched out his hand to caress the blood-red tear mole at the corner of his eye, and his voice was neither sad nor happy, "He painted this appearance, how could I be willing to fall into reincarnation and destroy it?"

Dongfang Mianyang exclaimed: "You are crazy! Are you just doing nothing just for revenge?"

Qing Hua turned around and stopped looking at him, "Young Master Dongfang, you'd better go, all this has nothing to do with you."

Dongfang Mianyang's heart turned cold, and his voice became dry, "That little girl Qiu Shi still begged me to help you today. But you... a ghost who entered the demon world... you can no longer enter reincarnation you Do you know! You have cut off your own back road, do you know that?!"

Qing Hua didn't answer, and the well returned to a deathly silence, and a frozen and oppressive air flow spread between the two of them. After a long time, Qing Hua finally said: "Go, leave the palace, go far away."

Dongfang Mianyang reprimanded: "Do you want to attack everyone in the palace?"

Qing Hua sighed, and finally told the truth, "Actually, I was never the one who wanted revenge."

Dongfang Mianyang frowned, a little confused.

Qing Hua seemed to be caught in the memory, her expression was a little confused, she continued: "Probably because I look like her, he took a fancy to me. To him, I am just a substitute... But to me, he's my all, all my warmth, all my love."

Dongfang Mianyang naturally knew that she was talking about Shen Xi, but he couldn't figure out what the connection was. Could it be that the "she" that Qing Hua said was the "Qing" in Shen Xi's painting?

"Actually, I didn't know until after I died. It turned out that he knew everything, and even watched me die. But to him, my death was just to revisit the process of the death of his beloved...to remind him Hate that can never be forgotten."

"But so what? I'm still willing to become a demon for him and avenge him."

After hearing the ins and outs of the whole incident, Dongfang Mianyang was shocked!He didn't know how to face the girl in front of him who took love as her life. Her life was already so miserable, and after she died, she sacrificed reincarnation for a man who didn't love her.

"You, you... why bother?"

Qing Hua showed a forced bright smile, and she pretended to speak relaxedly, her voice trembling a little, which contained a trace of relief and an indescribable pain.She said: "But it doesn't matter. His favor didn't belong to me in the first place. Now, I have to pay back what should be paid. Everything is coming to an end."

"What do you mean?" Dongfang Mianyang had a bad feeling.

Qing Hua pretended to be mischievous and said, "Didn't I tell you that I buried my heart under the lotus pond? Why didn't you dig it? Or do you also think that they deserved to die and don't deserve to leave the whole body?"

Dongfang seemed to understand everything between lightning and flint, "The lotus pond in Xiyuan is the eye of the array!"

Seeing that he got the answer, Qing Hua clapped her hands happily and said, "Yes! The way to open it is seven hearts... Shen Yao said he would dig out the heart of that bastard himself, and now I'm the only one left. .”

"I will never refuse him."

After finishing speaking, the girl showed a sweet smile, raised her hand and stabbed her heart suddenly, Dongfang Mianyang was startled by her sudden action, and froze in place for a moment, unable to do anything.He could only watch the girl take out an ink-colored heart with his own eyes, and ink-colored "blood" flowed drop by drop from his fingers. There was a big hole in the girl's chest, which looked extremely terrifying, but she brought With a relieved and loving smile, he whispered to himself softly: "I will never refuse him."

The disgust that the heart slowly turned into black dissipated in the air, and even the girl's body gradually became transparent.

Dongfang Mianyang knew that Qinghua's heart had been taken away by Shen Xi a long time ago, and that it contained her essence, which would be guided by her physical heart and thrown into the mud at the bottom of the lotus pond in Xiyuan .

This is the final destination of this poor woman.

Dongfang Mianyang watched the girl slowly waving at him, feeling a dull pain in his heart.But soon he cheered up, Shen Xi had already started to attack, he must not let him succeed!

After Qinghua disappeared, a layer of white ash peeled off from the wall where her portrait originally appeared. Dongfang Mianyang collected the ashes with his hands, and dug a hole beside it, which can be regarded as a simple tomb for Qinghua. .

After finishing all this, he got up and looked around, the black mist in the well had slowly dissipated, but the light in the well was still dim, and even the candlelight on the firebox began to flicker, and it seemed that it was about to fail up.

The mouth of the well was blocked again by the original stone slab, and Dongfang Mianyang couldn't do anything about it for a while.In his heart, there was a feeling of anger against Qinghua, but he couldn't criticize too much since they were all dead.

Every second that passed, the situation became more and more critical. He frowned and looked up at the stone in the well, feeling more and more irritable. He even thought about throwing a blasting talisman and forgetting about it.

The author has something to say: this volume is almost over...

Probably the next chapter will have a small attack on making soy sauce...Mo...