Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan and Mu Xiu settled down in Twilight City with peace of mind. On weekdays, they either attended the banquets held by the ghost kings in the West City, or lived at home to grow flowers, go fishing, make some flower honey wine, and ghosts eat dim sum.

In a flash, ten days passed, and Song Yan and Mu Xiu stayed in Twilight City for nearly 20 days.

Twilight City, once a lost city, was bustling like never before, while the cold East City showed a little prosperity, and many conflicts broke out between warlocks and ghosts in the street market.

But the strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake, how these warlocks say nothing outside, entering Twilight City still depends on the faces of these ghost kings.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu were invited to the large banquet in the Qiu Palace, and they sat directly at the first place on the left side of Qiu Wei.

But in the past twenty days, the Mu Mansion has become the second power under the Qiu Palace, even though there is still only one person and one ghost king in the Mu Mansion.

But this one ghost king, not only has friendship with Qiu Wei, but also can drive Lao Guaitou and Hong Gu away. If the other ghost kings are dissatisfied, they will not be so stupid as to make a public statement.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu still drank the wine they brought. As Qiu Wei, who had begged for several times, had to give a jug today.

"It's sweet, that's the taste, how can it taste as good as the wine from my Autumn Palace..."

After Qiu Wei finished drinking, he started to complain to Mu Xiu.His nose is sharp, and he has already smelled many rare ingredients in the wine.

Mu Xiu didn't even look at Qiuwei, he took a sip of the wine, and then brought the glass to Song Yan's lips, asking Song Yan to take a sip too, and occasionally wiped the corners of Song Yan's mouth, so as not to drink too sweetly.

It took three hours for the banquet to end, and the ghost kings of various prefectures left one after another, while Mu Xiu and Song Yan still sat still.

Qiu Wei purposely asked the ghost emissary to bring a message, telling them to definitely come over today, he would not just invite them to a banquet.

"Let's talk," Mu Xiu said, and finally looked straight at Qiu Wei, whose clothes were half-opened and who felt unrestrained.

"The place where the mad woman hides the forbidden spell will be opened tonight. Whether you can get it or not depends on your abilities."

Qiu Wei touched his chin as he spoke, with the intention of waiting to see the excitement.

Opening it at night means that blood will be splashed on Twilight City tonight.The smell of blood is a natural stimulus for ghosts. It is estimated that many ghost kings will not be able to bear the excitement and join the ranks of hunting.

"Oh," Mu Xiu replied calmly, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Is there any more?"

Qiu Wei didn't need to tell this news, he and Song Yan also got it from other sources.

Compared with the slightly strange forbidden technique, he and Song Yan were actually more concerned about another matter that Qiu Wei helped to investigate.

Qiu Wei pouted, dissatisfied with Mu Xiu's reaction, he was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"I'll help you find an old ghost. He's in my Qiu Palace. What he may know and how much he can say depends on you."

After saying that, Qiu Wei stood up, walked to the front, and personally led Mu Xiu and Song Yan.

Mu Xiu pulled Song Yan up, and they followed Qiu Wei's footsteps.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, they entered a remote attic at the south gate of Qiuwang Palace, which is the residence of the old ghost that Qiuwei mentioned.

"You lived in front of the desolate temple in the east city, and he was the one who lived there. You took over the land, so he came back to the autumn palace in the west city to guard the gate."

As Qiu Wei said, he pushed his hand, and the attic door opened. In the darkest corner of the attic, there was an old ghost curled up. It's about to disappear completely.

That's why Qiu Wei said, how much you can ask depends on Song Yan and Mu Xiu themselves.

In the case of the old ghost, the Rebirth Butterfly is also ineffective against him, and no punishment or seal can be imposed, otherwise it will only cause him to dissipate more quickly.

Qiuwei looked at him, as if he saw what he would look like someday in the future... Almost all of their ghost kings have such a fate, especially the bloody ghost king, the difficulty of supersession is comparable to resurrection.

Mu Xiu dragged Song Yan to continue walking in, and the conclusion they reached was not much different from Qiu Wei's.

This old ghost is indeed about to dissipate, and even his sanity is not much left. Even if he remembered something in the past, he might not be able to remember anything now.

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, and Mu Xiu walked to the door of the attic, and called the ghost messenger to tell them to prepare things.

Song Yan sat on his knees in front of the old ghost, and watched carefully for a while. He slowly raised his right hand, and lightly tapped the tip of his index finger on the spot between the old ghost's eyebrows. He whispered, "I can't save you here. , but I can help you lessen the pain."

The torment that ghosts suffer when they dissipate is much more painful than that of some living people who die of old age. The living people only die once, but before the ghosts dissipate, they have to re-experience the feelings before and after death, such as illness, despair, fear, or more and more complicated. feelings.

"As a reward, I hope you can remember something about me."

When Song Yan said that, he didn't dare to have too much hope in his heart, but he didn't do anything, and it wasn't his style to see the only person who might be the one who knew the truth disappear like this.

Only by doing the best of human affairs can we say that destiny is not destiny.

Retracting his fingertips, Song Yan bowed lightly, begging the old ghost.

Mu Xiu walked back to Song Yan's side, bent down to support Song Yan, rubbed Song Yan's hair, and kissed Song Yan's forehead sideways.

Qiu Wei, who was watching with his arms around his chest, couldn't help but roll his eyes. Is this Mu Xiu, who is so tired and crooked, really the Mu Xiu he knows.

Not long afterward, Qiu Wei's subordinates set up a dharma field in the attic nearby, lit nine red and white candles each, and surrounded the old ghost. Song Yan put on a thousand household clothes, held the rattle given to him by Mu Xiu, and started do things.

Song Yan intends to use the incomplete forbidden technique "Soul Song" to bless the requiem dance he learned from Huang Po, so as to relieve the old ghost's pain.

"Song of the Soul", as the name suggests, is the sound of the soul, a sound that cannot be heard by human ears, and even some magicians with poor spiritual sense cannot hear it. The complete "Song of the Soul" should have seven chapters, corresponding to the seven souls and seven chapters. Emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, fear.

The "Soul Song" preserved here by Mu Xiu has only four chapters, the happy chapter, the angry chapter, the sad chapter, and the happy chapter.

When Mu Xiu used to coax Song Yan to sleep, he would often sing songs to calm Song Yan's mood and help him fall asleep.

Now Song Yan has decided to sing all four of these chapters. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, these four most basic emotions, are also soul chapters that can easily resonate with the soul.

"Ding ding ding..." Qingyue's bell rang, Song Yan waved his sleeves, his lips moved slightly, and the soul song was also singing in a low voice.

Mu Xiu still sat in front of Song Yan, and every time he placed an extra futon, he watched Song Yan dance, and listened carefully to Song Yan's soul voice.

After a while, even Qiu Wei and the ghosts by the door became quiet.

After resonating with the soul, it is inevitable to recall those memories that I thought I had forgotten in the past.

A ghost wiped away his tears, but it was in the Xi Pian, weeping with joy, and then he continued to cry until Song Yan finished singing the four psalms.

Qiu Wei couldn't help giving his ghost a blank look, but he was really an emotional ghost.

The other ghost envoys didn't cry, but they all had a sense of enjoyment in their expressions. Song Yan sang "Soul Song" and performed a sacrificial dance, which also had a built-in effect of gathering yin and spirit.

Even the stubborn Qiuwei had to admit in his heart that this place where Song Yan's spiritual power field diffused was very comfortable, but their feeling was still not as good as that of the old ghost and Mu Xiu in the center of the field.

"Ding ding ding..." The mid-level rattle continued to shake for a few more times, then stopped quietly.

Song Yan raised the rattle above his head, bowed to the old ghost, then turned around and bowed to Mu Xiu as usual.

Then, the ghostly aura he gathered was divided into two streams and sent to the old ghost and Mu Xiu.

The corners of Mu Xiu's mouth raised slightly, he was very used to this kind of situation, he got up and bowed, and then held Song Yan's hand.

Song Yan slowly raised his head, met Mu Xiu's clear and pure gaze, and nodded slightly. He held Mu Xiu's hand and led him to the old ghost.

Mu Xiu stood, and Song Yan slowly knelt and sat in front of the old ghost. The red and white candles around them were only short, and this was the last moment of this old ghost's stay in the world.

Song Yan didn't hurry to urge the old ghost, he just watched and waited.

The old ghost's expression was no longer blank and painful, and he gradually gained focus. He could clearly see Song Yan in front of him.

"Thank you," he said first.

Song Yan's "Song of the Soul" helped him look back on the blurred past of being a ghost for too long. He thought of the people he loved deeply, and the time they were together, beautiful or not so beautiful, but it was uniquely his experience.

"I have been in Twilight City for 400 years..." the old ghost sighed lowly, his head shook slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the east and west cities through the covered doors and windows, and saw every inch of Twilight City. .

"This used to be my palace..."

But the existing ghosts and people no longer remember that there was such a ghost king in Twilight City. He flourished and then declined. The ghosts in Twilight City have such a fate. Go to the end.

Or go out of control on a certain night, go to the night, or hide in a dark place, completely dissipate.

He climbed up to the highest position from the west city little by little, and then fell step by step to the west city with no place to stand.

He hid in a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city, and chose there as his place to dissipate. The former Buddhist temple might be able to wash away some of his bad karma and reduce some of his spiritual pain.

"But one day..."

An old monk came to the ruined temple with a doll in his arms. The old monk took a look at the old ghost. The old monk didn't say much to him about the ghost that was about to disperse.Then the old ghost watched the old monk put the baby in his arms under the Buddha seat in the main hall, and began to chant sutras.

"It's the Sutra of Crossing the Dead, the complete Sutra of Crossing the Dead, he used the little baby as a ghost to save him..."

The old ghost has a lot of experience, he is not familiar with the old monk and the little baby, and he has no compassion. He chooses to stay, hoping that the complete "Sutra of Crossing the Dead" will help him save him, but within three days, he found that he The idea is naive.

Twilight City is a desperate place, and there is no way to escape. After listening to the "Sutra of Crossing the Dead" for a long time, it will only increase the speed of his disappearance.

Just as the old ghost was about to leave, the old monk stopped chanting the scriptures himself, and the little baby still closed his eyes and fell asleep without being woken up, nor was he directly chanted to death.

That night, the old ghost who was drowsy and about to fall asleep suddenly woke up. He saw the old monk walking out of the ruined temple in the middle of the night holding the sleeping baby.

Twilight City at night is a demonic place, the outskirts of the city are ten times and a hundred times worse than the inside of the city, it is difficult for a living person to get out of the night, and ghost kings and ghosts are in danger of disappearing forever when they go into the night.

"I didn't sleep that night. The strange noises outside the temple were unprecedentedly real. The broken door of the temple and the beams of the main hall completely collapsed that night... I also heard the cry of a baby..."

At that time, the old ghost almost felt that those monsters in the night would rush into the temple and tear him apart.

After the next day, he went back to the west city directly, and decided never to set foot in the ruined temple in the suburbs of the east city again.

The old ghost's eyes fell on Song Yan's face, he was still a little puzzled, "Are you that doll?"

He thought that the old monk and the baby were dead that night!

"Should..." After listening to the old ghost's retelling, Song Yan was not so sure.

If what the old ghost said was true, then as a doll without any ability to resist, the possibility of him walking out of the night alive was extremely low.

He is Song Yan, but is he still the little baby that the old monk brought to Twilight City in the mouth of the old ghost?

The old ghost didn't know what to think of, his eyes widened in vain, and then he stared at Song Yan, but the words could not come out, only a few words fell into their ears, "Small, be careful..."

The phosphorescence around the old ghost was even worse, his staring eyes turned peaceful again, and he nodded slightly to Song Yan.

Afterwards, his whole body dissipated like smoke, and his soul flew away in the true sense.

"Old monk, the Sutra of Crossing the Dead..." Mu Xiu whispered, with a slightly stern look on his face, the old monk obviously had bad intentions for the former little Song Yan.

Reciting the Sutra of Crossing the Dead to living children is to obliterate Song Yan's spiritual awareness and break Song Yan's career as a sorcerer.

It's just that the old monk probably didn't expect that Song Yan's soul power is inherently strong, and if he recites sutras alone, it may not be useful for three to five years.

With this kind of understanding, maybe he took the risk and wanted to send Song Yan into the night, and use the characteristics of the dark night demon land in Twilight City to help him kill people.

It's just that I don't know what kind of accident happened, the old monk disappeared, and Song Yan survived.

Song Yan continued to ponder for a while, then he took Mu Xiu's hand and stood up, and they walked out of the attic.

Qiu Wei, who was confused by what he heard, also followed immediately, and he called out, "Mu Xiu, do you want to vote together tonight?"

Mu Xiu stopped, looked over with squinted eyes, and directly refused, "No time, I want to sleep with Yan Yan."

Qiu Wei bared his teeth, he did not believe that Mu Xiu and Song Yan could resist the temptation of forbidden techniques...

Mu Xiu turned around and waved to Qiu Wei, and pulled Song Yan straight out of the Qiu Palace, and went back to the ruined temple shogunate.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu came in from the newly built gate and went straight to the main hall. They looked at each other, walked to the side of the Buddha seat, and raised their hands together.

But this Buddha seat is heavier than imagined, and perhaps it is because of this weight that it has been preserved until now.

Song Yan contemplated for a moment, remembering a picture of a lotus seat in Mu Xiu's incomplete forbidden technique "The Sutra of Crossing the Dead", he said, "You follow my instructions. The one on the left, the one on the right..."

They kept walking back and forth around the Buddha seat. Suddenly, Song Yan stopped. He looked at Mu Xiu and nodded slightly.

They held the Buddha seat again and no longer lifted it up, but rotated and moved it regularly from side to side.

"Crack!" With a sound, the Buddha seat, which could not be shaken before, moved.

"Continue," Song Yan murmured the incomplete "Sutra of Crossing the Dead", looking for the corresponding connection with this Buddha seat in the scriptures, he stopped, and Mu Xiu also stopped.

But the sound of "Kaka" hadn't stopped, a gap suddenly cracked on the top of a round table-sized Buddha seat, and then the seat mechanism automatically assembled. After a full 10 minutes, the Buddha seat on the round table became a standard lotus seat.

In the center of the lotus seat is a palm-sized exquisite jade box, under which is a volume of Sanskrit cloth scriptures.