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Weiyang City is a ghost town.

Until this moment, Lian Zhu Xian truly believed and understood this point.

Walking out of the cold and dilapidated abandoned house, he found that the scene outside was even more bleak——

From the layout point of view, this is indeed a wine shop where everyone drank and chatted last night, but there are no bright lights, fragrant wine, and no noisy people.

The rotting eaves collapsed low like dark clouds, and moss and mud stains spread on the earthen walls.The corners of the walls are filled with joss sticks, and there are old and new paper money piled up thickly.

On the contrary, the big clump of hedgehog flowers from last night was still in full bloom, with pink and white petals falling all over the ground.

Beside the flowers, last night's banquet seems to have not been withdrawn.But when I got closer, I found that in the old containers on the table, except for the real wine, the rest were either talisman paper, stones, dead grass or even insects.

No wonder you can drink wine but not eat food.

The more Lian Zhuxian thought about it, the more guilty he felt: "That ghost Yanying left us here overnight?!"

While he was struggling, Feng Zhangjun had already put on his outer robe again, and the slight sweat on his face had disappeared without a trace.

"Wash up, we should go too." He reminded, "We will go to Xixianyuan again in a while."

"Understood." Lian Zhu Xian nodded, he had already seen a bucket of clear water under a tree beside him, which should have been brought by Feng Zhangjun just now.

Silently rejoicing at Feng Zhangjun's calm and considerate, Lian Zhuxian quickly finished washing, and then tied up his long, messy curly hair.

Feng Zhangjun, who was standing under the tree beside him, glanced at him, and suddenly said, "The wound on your face is gone?"

Only then did Lian Zhuxian recall that he was scratched by a vulture last night on his cheek, and he touched it, and there was no trace left.

"It's nothing." He shook his head. "I have a special constitution. Small injuries will disappear quickly, and major injuries will not hinder you. Let's go."

After washing up, Lian Zhu Xian followed Feng Zhangjun out of the restaurant.Back on the main road, I saw that there were also stretches of dilapidated houses on both sides of the road, and paper money everywhere.It is full of soul-calling flags and soul-suppressing flags, and tattered coffins and ash urns are tilted.The air is also filled with the sometimes thick and sometimes faint smell of sandalwood.In some places, you can even see rusty weapons and remnants of soldiers left by the war - it seems that Yanying's statement that "Weiyang City is an old city from the previous dynasty" is true.

Looking at the scorched earth in front of me, it is hard to imagine that just a few hours ago, this place was still a lively scene full of lights.

"...I seem to understand the meaning of 'impermanence'." Lian Zhu Xian sighed softly, "Last night, this place was so lively that it looked like a bright mountain and a field of fire, but after one night, it would all be ruins."

"Life is a scene of fire." Feng Zhangjun answered him, "There is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire, which never stops."

Just as he was speaking, he heard a low sound of chanting coming from ahead, accompanied by the increasingly intense scent of sandalwood fireworks.The two looked up and found a puff of black smoke rising from the right front.

"Fire?" Lian Zhu Xian was surprised.

"There are legal matters." Jun Feng Zhang said.

Having rituals means finally being able to see living people—— Lian Zhu Xian quickened his pace with a sense of relief, and walked past several dilapidated houses that obstructed his vision.However, the scene in front of him almost made him cry out in surprise.

"This is--?!"

No wonder he was surprised, because there was no building in front of him, but a large open slope.The slopes are covered with pure white and flawless flowers, which look like billowing waves and snow-covered piles. It is so beautiful!

After experiencing Xiangpei, Lian Zhuxian quickly recognized that this kind of flower is "ego attachment".Why does this ruin-like Weiyang City hide such a vast and magnificent sea of ​​"ego" flowers?He couldn't help but fell into thinking.

"Under the sea of ​​flowers is the only cemetery in Weiyang City."

Feng Zhangjun gave an answer for Lian Zhuxian: "But all the ghosts who are allowed to enter Weiyang City, their corpses will also be buried here. To avoid wandering outside and becoming a target for people with ulterior motives."

After he said this, Lian Zhuxian realized that the reason why the sea of ​​white flowers fluctuated was because there were grave mounds hidden underneath.It's just that there are no tombstones at all-the ghosts are in the city anyway, as long as they recognize themselves.

And the black smoke they saw and the sound of chanting they heard just now came from the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.It was four or five Dongxianyuan disciples in yellow robes, standing in front of a grave and bowing their heads in prayer.

The tomb had been dug up for unknown reasons.Black smoke billowed from the grave, as if something was about to burn out.

"I seem to have seen those people..." Lian Zhuxian squinted his eyes and looked at those Xixianyuan disciples carefully, "Last night...they were the ones who had a banquet in the courtyard."

"They were seeing off the owner of this tomb last night." Feng Zhangjun explained, "The owner of the tomb has lost his obsession, and his Yinshou has come. He was reincarnated last night. According to the rules of Dongxianyuan, after the ghost is reincarnated, , the corpses will be burned and taken out, and sprinkled between the heaven and the earth outside the city. To show the past and the past, nothing will be left behind."

Lian Zhuxian quickly thought of the story he heard from Gu Yanlan last night: "All the ghosts in the city end like this? What about Shang Wuyong's Taoist companion Ren Wuxin?"

"You come with me."

Feng Zhangjun did not answer this question immediately, but led Lian Zhuxian away from the sea of ​​flowers, and walked a few hundred steps north along the main road.

Behind the building in the northeast direction, a dark tower gradually appeared.There is no eaves and no pillars, and it stands there completely.It looks like a huge monster that is incompatible with the surrounding ruins.

Lian Zhuxian took a closer look, at least he didn't find any lighting candles outside the tower, and even the windows were dark—maybe that's why it didn't attract Lian Zhuxian's attention at all last night .

"That is the Weiyang Tower, which is the residence of the disciples of Dongxianyuan who manage Weiyang City."

Only then did Feng Zhangjun begin to explain to Lian Zhu Xian: "Ghosts live in Weiyang City, and the residual aura in their souls continues to dissipate over time, turning into an essence called 'Scallion', which is absorbed in Weiyang. The heart of the pagoda. These scallions have the same effect as the Guizhen Pill refined from the Yuncang Pill Furnace. As long as you absorb the essence of the scallion pills, even ghosts have the opportunity to cultivate the body of ghosts and immortals."

"Isn't that also absorbing the power of other ghosts?" Lian Zhu Xian was naturally puzzled, "Could it be that those absorbed ghosts would be willing?"

"If you don't want to, you won't come to Weiyang City." Feng Zhangjun said the truth: "There are as many people in this world who spend their whole lives not being able to enter the fairy gate, so there are just as many ghosts in this city. You can’t become a ghost fairy. But even if you can’t become a fairy, hiding in Weiyang City to survive is still their best choice.”

Is this the so-called "a better death than a life"?Lian Zhuxian suddenly recalled the large sea of ​​ego flowers that he passed by just now.

If the ghosts in this city still have so many obsessions, they will definitely do whatever it takes to keep the memory of this life—even if it means being imprisoned in the city and staying in the unfreedom for a moment longer.

While thinking about it, Feng Zhangjun led him back the same way, turned a few turns on the way, and returned to the gate of Weiyang City.

After leaving the city gate, Feng Zhangjun took Lianzhu Xian Yujian and flew straight to Xixianyuan.

-

I haven't seen it in just one day, but the Xixianyuan, which is hidden deep in the secluded place, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The white snow has receded, and the newly exposed surface is barren but full of colors.

The red rocks, the brownish-yellow soil, and the water in shades of blue-green, even the sky has changed from the gray haze of the past, and for the first time, it has become as green as Dongxianyuan.

Although out of the control of Da Si Ming, the witches of Xixianyuan still maintain their noble and meticulous qualities.The corpses of the monsters scattered in the snow and the soup pool were cleaned up overnight.The bones in the Shuiyue Palace and the Goddess Hall were collected respectively—the remains of the Goddess Jiexiang were buried in the land of Xixianyuan; He was sent to the swamp far away from Xixianyuan, where he was beaten and ashes.

In addition to the above, another significant change in Xixianyuan is the clothing of the witches.

About half of the priestesses had already taken off their snow-white palace dresses, their veils and the pearls and silver ornaments on their buns.They put on bright pomegranate skirts, bare arms as white as Xingci, draped in Xiabo, with gold bracelets wrapped around their wrists, black hair piled up high, hairpins full of gemstones and step shakers.It is as beautiful as blossoming flowers, an extremely dazzling spring scenery.

In the midst of this dazzle, Feng Zhangjun and Lian Zhuxian found the long witch again.

After a whole night of discussions last night, among all the witches, there were roughly three clear opinions.

One, which is also advocated by the long witch herself, is to continue to stay and revitalize Xixianyuan, and reshape this sect with a new look.

The overwhelming majority of Miko agrees with this suggestion.Maybe it's not because they are full of affection for this place, but because the times have changed and their family members have passed away, they know they have nowhere to go.

The second opinion was put forward by a few priestesses who were still inexperienced.They said that they would leave Xixianyuan, an abominable place, no matter what.

These women have not been away from the world for too long, their families are still there, and they even have children and relatives who miss them... Some of them even left as early as yesterday, without thinking about the various situations they might encounter.

And the third one may not be called a proposal.Because it is only the voice of a very small number of witches, and it is something they are determined to do no matter whether it is understood, approved or not.

But no matter what decision is made, at least the witches are free at this moment.Perhaps the choice is not important, the important thing is to enjoy the moment of choice.

-

Knowing that he is not qualified and should not interfere in the choices of the maidens, both Feng Zhangjun and Lian Zhuxian expressed their respect to the chief maiden.The head maiden also expressed her thanks to them again, and immediately mentioned another important matter to Feng Zhangjun.

"Hurry up and find Bi Rong in the small building in the middle of the lake, she is waiting for you."

When he heard these words, Feng Zhangjun's expression stiffened very obviously, as if he had a premonition of something.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded and turned to leave.

Lian Zhuxian followed closely beside Feng Zhangjun, and followed him across the Jiuqu bridge to the small island in the middle of the lake.The house still stands quietly, but the big pear tree like a canopy has disappeared without a trace.

When he reached the threshold of the small courtyard, Lian Zhuxian stopped suddenly.

Feng Zhangjun, who used to pay attention to his movements at all times, walked a few steps this time before turning around and asking with his eyes.

"Can I?" Lian Zhuxian asked him back, "Do you want her to spend alone with you for a while?"

"...Okay." Feng Zhangjun seemed to have recovered, "Thank you."

Lian Zhuxian stopped outside the door, watching Feng Zhangjun turn around with a heavy heart, and walked towards the also deserted courtyard.

The author has something to say: Feng Zhangjun: I have a bad feeling

Lian Zhuxian: Don’t be afraid, I’ll be with you