Bend that ghost

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Lu Li still hadn't woken up. Wen Zhijiang, besides wandering around Lu Li, was setting up a formation in Longhu Mountain to save the wronged souls.

Occasionally, it can attract one or two evil spirits with degraded IQ, and also attracts a judge——Cui Jue.

Cui Jue was still dressed in a scarlet official uniform, and brought back the Soul-Evoking Pen and the Book of Life and Death, and brought back the only piece of good news—Wen Yuan and Jing Lian were punished for minor punishments, but nothing serious happened.

When asked about the situation in the mortal world, Cui Jue fell silent and said a few words.

"Not very good."

"It's not all your and Lu Li's fault."

After Cui Jue left, Wen Zhijiang stood in front of the window and looked at the desolation and desolation outside the window, but what were the people at the foot of Longhu Mountain going through at this time?

Life is charcoal.

These four words lingered in Wen Zhijiang's ears like a curse, and the prophecy was repeated as if a single cycle had started.

Wen Zhijiang looked down at his messy palm prints, and suddenly saw the lottery holders on the table, stretched his arms over and took out one casually, his expression slightly paused.

It is a winning lottery.

——The bee must ask him for honey, and he is afraid that he will get a needle in the tail, even though there is a different road in front of him, and he hides deep in the thorn forest.

Wen Zhijiang held the sign for a long time, and murmured in a low voice: "Although there is a different road in front of me, the thorn forest is hidden deep in the dark..."

Qing Heng, who was passing by outside the window, heard it, stopped in front of the window and smiled, "Headmaster Wen is asking for a lottery?"

"I happened to see it, so I took one casually." Wen Zhijiang handed over the lottery as he spoke.

Qingheng took it and looked down, frowning slightly, he clearly looked like a young man, but he said quite maturely: "This lottery is a winning lottery, and it looks like a bee gathering honey, and everything is hard work."

Wen Zhijiang secretly thought that it would be good to sign the lottery, and said flatly: "Now I have nothing to do in Longhu Mountain, so this lottery seems not to be allowed."

Qing Heng returned the sign, "That's not the case. Don't rush for success in everything. Master Wen, be careful. I'm afraid the person around you is this poisonous bee that hides needles."

Wen Zhijiang didn't know much about signing letters, so he agreed to Qing Heng's serious order, "Okay, did Taoist Master Qing Heng go down the mountain?"

Mentioning this, Qingheng spread his hands helplessly, and said: "We real people have always ignored my age. After going down the mountain, Longhu Mountain will be handed over to me. Pindao is regarded as a child laborer at such a young age——"

Hearing the boy's long-drawn-out complaints, Wen Zhijiang smiled, quite gently: "The path of hard work is long."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Qing Heng waved his hands again and again, bent his eyes and said with a smile, "We are serving the people, as long as we find the ghost king and get through this difficult time, I believe that in the future, whether it is Yinshan or the mortal world, we will be able to live in peace. .”

The little Taoist's optimism is enviable.

Wen Zhijiang lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

As long as you get through it, one day, you will be able to wait until the flowers are full of trees and the rotten grass becomes fireflies.

Wen Zhijiang believes that there will always be a day of stability and light in this world, no matter whether he can see it or not.

For a long while, Qing Heng always felt that there seemed to be something different about Wen Zhijiang in front of him, that ethereal body seemed to disappear in an instant, and he couldn't help asking: "Teacher Wen, what happened?"

Wen Zhijiang came back to his senses, and smiled lightly, "It's nothing, I was just thinking, why do you believe that I am not the ghost king?"

"I've never said such a thing." Qing Heng shook his head, Wen Zhijiang was stunned, but saw him seriously: "I don't believe that you are not the ghost king, but I believe that you are Wen Zhijiang, we real people think the same way .Whether you are the reincarnation of the ghost king or not, the mistakes he made back then have paid the price, and you, Wen Zhijiang, have never done anything unreasonable. You are a brand new life and have nothing to do with the ghost king."

It's not that I believe that you are not the ghost king, but that you are Wen Zhijiang.

A sentence fell heavily on Wen Zhijiang's heart, he couldn't even believe that it was the words spoken by the young man in front of him, he couldn't say a single word for a moment, after a long time, Wen Zhijiang seemed to have found his tongue, and said slowly: "I am Wen Zhijiang will not let you down."

How could Headmaster Yinshan disappoint those who still believed in him?

Looking at the immature face of the young man in front of him, he suddenly became enlightened.So what if he is the reincarnation of the ghost king?Since it was a reincarnation, Wen Zhijiang had to decide this life by himself, and it was not up to the so-called ghost king to point fingers.

After Qing Heng left, Wen Zhijiang casually put the lottery on the table, turned and went back to the inner room, Lu Li was still lying quietly on the bed, if not for the shallow heaving of his chest, he would be no different from a dead person.

Wen Zhijiang sat by the bed, looked down at his sleeping lover, and said softly, "Lu Li, I might have to leave for a while."

Lu Li didn't respond. Although his pale face had improved, he still showed no sign of waking up.

Wen Zhijiang didn't care either, at least most of Lu Li's spiritual body had been restored now, he gently pulled his sweetheart's cold palm, and said softly: "I am the head teacher of Yinshan, the head teacher who was taught by you, no matter I am It's not the reincarnation of the ghost king, I have to find out whoever is behind the scenes."

Wen Zhijiang chattered for a while as if he was a chatterbox, no longer the cold and few words he used to say, but there was no logic between the words, as if he said whatever came to his mind, "Lu Li, but I have to find out whether I am the ghost king or not." , Contacting Lingji will restore my memory. I think my memory needs to be recalled gradually by the things I have been in contact with in the previous life. I thought of a way to let me retrieve the memory of the previous life, so that I can know whether I am the reincarnation of the ghost king. "

He paused, but didn't say anything after that.

Once the memory is restored, he doesn't know whether to change him back to the previous life with the memory of this life, or just to see the experience of the previous life clearly.

If the latter is good, he is just reading other people's stories, even though it is his previous life.But if it was the former, Wen Zhijiang might not be Wen Zhijiang anymore.

After another long, long time, the silent Wen Zhijiang uttered a sentence resoundingly, "I have to go to Fengdu."

He didn't know what memorable things he had come into contact with in his previous life, but Lingji seemed to be unable to remind him of other things. The only thing he still remembers now, except for the memory of the Fox Clan, was Fengdu.

If he is really the king of ghosts, he must be hard to forget the days and nights in Fengdu. If he can enter Fengdu once, maybe he can remember more things.

There is also the key of life and death. The underworld said that Wen Jiusi took the key of life and death, but Wen Jiusi did not leave any records about the key of life and death.

People from the underworld have never entered Fengdu for many years, what if Wen Jiusi never brought Lingji out at all?

Since Lingji can deal with the ghost king, he can also deal with that bastard who seems to have inherited the ghost king.

Just one thing, Wen Zhijiang still can't figure it out, if the man in black is not the king of ghosts, why would he use puppetry?

It is also possible for the ghost king to hate the Wen family for revenge, but obviously the other party is targeting him, Wen Zhijiang, and the entire Wen family is implicated.

Who is he?

Wen Zhijiang thought hard to no avail, clutching Lu Li's hand, leaned over and kissed Lu Li's cold and pale lips lightly, pressed against his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me, just sleep a little longer .You have protected me for so long, so it's time for me to change this time, I am also a man. When you come back from Fengdu, everything will come to a conclusion."

The wild grass outside the window is luxuriant, the wind blows like a cold blade, mixed with a few flakes of fine snow, slowly falling silently.