Tai sui

The inspiration is touched, and now it can only be people who have close karma with him, and there are not many such people.

As soon as King Zhuang raised his head, Bering fell beside him like his shadow.

King Zhuang asked without title or signature: "Where was he when you sent him the Lingshi last time?"

Bering whispered in his ear, "We've arrived at the South Mine."

Zhuang Wang rubbed his thumb: In a few days, the spirit stone escort ship has indeed arrived in the East China Sea, but isn't it the calm period of returning to the soul vortex right now?

And... why only thumbs?

He waited patiently for a moment, but there was no other movement.

That moment just now seemed to be an illusion.

"Go back in a while and ask where your family's descendants are." King Zhuang ordered Bai Ling, then pressed the center of his eyebrows, stood up, "Let's go."

The two of them were in a forest that had just been felled. There were ruts and large and small wooden piles left on the ground. Dead branches and fallen leaves were scattered everywhere, like stumps all over the place.

As the night fell, many people gathered here, including workers who were supposed to be on the night shift, and refugees and beggars who lost their land. A circle of coffins was placed around them.

Some were obviously just dug out of the ground, and the dead inside probably hadn’t finished rotting, and there was a rotten smell of the underworld; some coffins had rotted over time, with broken wood and dregs mixed with scattered bones. It was really shabby to put it on, so I had to use rags to carry it.

Wearing an old moon-white cloak, King Zhuang shuttled between the dead and the living, like a ghost watching with cold eyes.

Standing on a new coffin, a man dressed in sackcloth and filial piety roared and complained: "...they first want to occupy the cultivated land, and when the cultivated land is exhausted, they occupy the cemetery, so that the living will have no place to live, and the ancestors will also become lonely souls." Ghost! Resentment for the common people, but also came up with a shady idea, in the name of setting aside another piece of wilderness for the villagers to move their graves, but secretly instigated everyone to fight against Feng Shui for the land occupation! Everyone, everyone! Open your eyes and see who is the brother and who is the Jackal!"

There was a whimper in the crowd, someone stepped over the coffin to shake hands, and someone burned paper.A gust of wind blows, paper money and paper ashes fly all over the sky, sparks illuminate the eye sockets of the skeleton, like a grotesque ceremony.

People carrying coffins kept gathering here, Zhuang Wang walked out against the crowd with his hands behind his back, facing the flying paper money.

Both he and Bering were wearing charms, and ordinary people couldn't see them. Only a few monks mixed in the crowd glanced at this side calmly, and nodded to give way, to show that "people of the same way, there is no malice."

King Zhuang did not "follow the same path" with anyone, kept his eyes on the ground, and stayed away from the crowd, then said to Bai Ling: "I never thought that in Guzhou, these 'folk casual cultivators' would be so rampant. Guzhou is rotten." , is rotten to the root."

The folk customs in Guzhou are conservative and superstitious. Since ancient times, evil spirits have been the most taboo.

In the eighth year of Emperor Xiaozong's reign, a few wandering wild monks came here just as the epidemic was prevalent. Because of the incomplete certificates, they were suspected of evil spirits by panicked villagers and beaten to death by the panicked villagers.

Similar incidents emerged endlessly. According to historical records, during Xiaozong's reign alone, hundreds of people were sent to the yamen for being suspected of using the "skill of nightmarish victory", which led to countless disputes and unjust, false and wrong cases.Tianji Pavilion was afraid that someone would take advantage of the common people's fear of evil and take the opportunity to frame other people's affairs, so they set up two branches in the north and south in Guzhou to do business at a low price.

In the local dialect, the most serious curse word is "filthy son", which means "after the evil spirit".

Zhuang Wang stretched out his hand to grab a piece of paper money that flew to his shoulder, fearing that the world would not be chaotic and smiled: "It's only five generations, I wish the Guzhou people who bathed in incense ash every day stood on the coffin and waited for the dirty son to come to rescue the suffering. lively."

Bering said: "This subordinate has already spread the dismantling methods of those common standard inscriptions according to your instructions... It's just that your highness is getting more and more troublesome now, and the Tianji Pavilion is left and right. If Xuanyin Mountain is disturbed, we will There is no way to hide the tricks involved.”

"It doesn't matter, Xuanyin Mountain doesn't dare to intervene," Zhuang Wang said leisurely, "Since the public grievances have arisen, they can only pretend that 'immortals don't care about ordinary things', turn a blind eye and close one eye, and then come out holding their noses Just collect the corpses of the unfilial sons and grandchildren of each family."

Bering wondered, "What do you mean? Is it just for fame?"

Not to mention Xuanyin's inner sect, even those half-immortals who can crush a bunch of mortals to death with just a raise of their hands, would they care about such public grievances?As for whether the reputation is good or not, it all depends on whether the whitewashing is serious or not. If Xianmen cares about it, why can't they come up with a set of high-sounding statements?

Zhuang Wang laughed: "Then we can only blame Nan Sheng."

It was rare for him to be willing to talk about the history of immortals, and Bering always felt that listening to it would benefit him every time, and he could not feel his concentration.

"Thousands of years ago, the structure of the immortal sect was not established, and masters were like clouds. Some of the cicadas who called the wind and rain became 'sages', who founded mountains and established sects and enjoyed incense for generations; Falling forever without crossing the sea." King Zhuang said while moving away from the crowd, the flames danced angrily in the distance, he asked lightly, "Do you know why?"

Bai Ling hesitated: "Maybe it's because the skills are not as good as others, and the winner is the king and the loser?"

"At their level, it's no longer a battle of spells." Zhuang Wang said unhurriedly, "'Ascension to the spirit' transcends the mortal world, 'Cicada slough' ascends to the immortal, and above the cicada slough, there is also the 'Full Moon'. When the moon is full, you will become a god, become a saint, and enter the Lingshan Mountain."

"At that time, the great powers of cicadas sloughed and competed for the position of the full moon god. It was a battle of 'Tao Xin'. In the end, only five people stood out, and only then did the five sects of Xuanyin, Kunlun, Lingyun, Sanyue and Lancang be formed, and they were divided accordingly. Five Kingdoms—Among the five sages, there are those who are good at controlling beasts, those who study magic circles, and those who are masters of swordsmanship... In short, the skills they are good at are quite different, but the hearts of Dao are similar."

Bering asked, "What is it?"

King Zhuang smiled sarcastically: "Bless the common people."

For a moment, Bai Ling suspected that he was reciting the orthodox history books of the immortal family.

"It's true, it's not a whitewash by people who write history." Zhuang Wang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he knew Bai Ling's expression without looking, "The way of heaven is supreme, and it has its own balance. Once the cicada has sloughed, it is no longer a matter of cultivation. If you want the moon to be full, your Taoist heart must be integrated into the heaven and the earth, and be accepted by the heaven. I suspect that among the three thousand ways, only if you meet the "hope of all living beings" can you be qualified for the full moon."

Bai Ling shuddered for a while: "That's why the immortals disdain the ants, but the immortals still need to rely on the sacred sect, and the sacred is determined by tens of thousands of ants!"

"That's right. Dao heart cannot be violated. If Dao heart is broken, practice will be useless. Sometimes I feel that it is difficult to say whether the five sages 'entered' the Lingshan, or were imprisoned in the Lingshan until peace was opened to the world and they became immortals. Only in the 'dust-free' state can one be freed." Zhuang Wang said, "The foundation of Xuanyin is Nansheng's Taoism. Although the four elders and the 36 peak masters have their own Taoism on the surface, Xuanyin is always Their roots—that is to say, each of them has a part of their Dao heart inherited from the sages. Usually, those cicadas who have ascended and ascended are fighting for power for resources. When you say that when the public resentment boils, they dare Don't you dare to disobey the Dao heart of the ancestors for the sake of your own cats and dogs?"

"They can only watch the fire ignite, hoping that the wind will be weaker and the fire will be extinguished faster." Zhuang Wangchao glanced at a distance and murmured, "Now I suspect that I have been plotted by Zhou Kun, that old bastard If you knew what I would do, you would deliberately let me out to light the fire."

Wrapped in frost and snow, Zhi Xiu slid down Feiqiong Peak, and when he passed Bitan Peak in the photo, he saw that the tree-lined Bitan Peak was covered with smoke and clouds all year round, covering the mountains and blue waves tightly.

Bitan Peak is closed...His Royal Highness Duan Rui is in retreat?

at this time?

Without waiting to think about it, Zhao Ting swung his sword, and Zhi Xiu had already landed on the main peak of Xuanyin Mountain, in front of Shouxin Hall.

The inner disciples who came and went to Shouxin Hall were surprised to see General Zhi, they stood still and called "Master Uncle".Zhi Xiu didn't forget the etiquette when he was in a big emergency, and nodded back one by one: "Is Elder Si Li here? I would like to ask for a decree to go down the mountain..."

Before the words were finished, a person hurriedly landed with his sword flying too fast, he staggered when he landed.Zhi Xiu helped him from the air, and someone hurriedly said, "Thank you, little uncle."

Seeing that the disciple's clothes were embroidered with the logo of Piaomiao Peak—Piaomiao Peak is one of the peaks of the Lin family's direct lineage, Zhi Xiu said, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

The disciple said: "A junior from the outer sect who has just entered our peak was originally a mine manager in the southern mine. This time he escorted the escort ship to the north to leave his post and entered the inner sect. He just passed the word 'Wen Tian' up the mountain. It is said that the spirit stone escort ship is in the vortex of returning souls. When they were attacked, there were golden-winged rocs from Southern Shu, the escort admiral Zhao Zhenwei, and the commander-in-chief Lu Chengyi communicated with foreign countries, but Lu was nowhere to be found."

Zhi Xiu was stunned: "Admiral Zhao Zhenwei?"

When Xi Ping asked about it, he casually counted this Zhao Zhenwei, and saw that this person was a branch of the Zhao family in Ning'an, and his family style was not upright.How could he fail to figure out such a big thing as Litong Foreign Countries?

At this time, another piece of "Wen Tian" flew over, and the disciple of the Lin family of Misty Peak stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw Wen Tian wrote: The escort ship has escaped from danger, returned to the soul vortex, searched for Zhao Zhenwei, but failed.Zhao Zhiling's face is printed on it, and the Lingtai has collapsed.

Lin Zhaoli was covered in the salty smell of sea water, his robe was torn torn by the aftermath of the rising spirit sword energy, and salt grains could almost precipitate from his hair.He stared at the muddy Zhao Zhenwei in embarrassment - he was still alive, but the spiritual platform collapsed and could not be repaired, this man was left with only a skin.

Lin Zhaoli slammed the cabin wall hard.

The escort admiral conspired with the chief soldier, who else was behind it?Resident envoy?Who else is clean in this huge southern mine?

The monks next to him saw Senior Brother Lin's expression change a few times, and finally he laughed ferociously and terribly, and were too frightened to make a sound.

The Lin family seldom produces sword cultivators, and Lin Zhaoli didn't acquire his Dao heart from the family.

In the inner sect of their family, people have always been expensive and not expensive, and the selection of future generations is very strict, and they don't want qualifications at all.Lin Zhaoli is withdrawn and lazy by nature, doesn't like to be tempted, doesn't care about people, and has no ambitions. Anyway, everyone in Nankuang respects him three points, and it's not bad to just dawdle...until he met Anyang.

Anyang...

"Trapped by love" sounds more embarrassing than rape and plunder. Lin Zhaoli has always maintained that women who are trapped by love are idiots and men are trash... and then he suffered retribution for his arrogance.

Anyang is his retribution.

The Zhou family took away his sure job as a mine envoy, but he didn't complain at all. Instead, Anyang jokingly said, "I'm sorry, Brother Lin, I took your job. Don't worry, I might not be able to do it." I’ve been back to Qianxiu Temple for decades”, which irritated him a lot.

That's right, most of the Zhou family's girls will eventually enter the inner sect and become fairies that he can't reach.

So he began to cultivate the spirit bones crazily, searching for the Taoism of ancient masters.Xu Shi doesn't have many wishes, he prays to heaven occasionally, and his luck has always been good. More than 20 years later, before the five declines, he was able to become a spiritual bone, and assembled the Juque, the natal magic weapon of a late sword repair master, and obtained the Dao heart in it.

Lin Zhaoli couldn't even wait for the inner sect to receive the order, because the five declines were approaching, his face was slack, his hair turned white, and he could already vaguely smell the smell of an old man... For this reason, he was ashamed of himself and hid in Anyang for five years.He couldn't wait to break the rules and build the foundation the day before the Anyang princess's birthday party. Even if the inner court convicts him, he really wants to come to celebrate her birthday in person like others, and see her in a costume.

The moment the spirit foundation was built, his spiritual consciousness instantly covered the entire South Mine, and that night, those house thieves who stole the mine just activated the teleportation circle.The secret magic circle collided with the illegal foundation building, and the secrets of both parties were exposed unexpectedly.

The house thieves moved the magic circle overnight, and when he went to investigate, there was no trace of it.The nympho-minded Jianxiu realized how deep the water in the South Coal Mine was at this time, but unexpectedly he was a blind man with his eyes open.

He immediately told Anyang about this, and seeing her pale face, he immediately felt heroic.He would rather not enter the inner sect and die here as her dog and horse, but also clean up the South Mine for her.

It turned out that they were all self-indulgent.

How ridiculous, I'm afraid she just thinks that the rotten peach blossoms have misled her?

The princess mansion is full of flowers in full bloom, and the purple mist is almost overflowing from the wisteria flower stand.Zhou Qing, the eldest princess of Anyang, was sitting on the swing frame, her skirt was spreading on the ground for a distance of one foot, and her ring was so heavy that she seemed to be going to a palace banquet.

She lowered her head and glanced at the palm of her hand. Dozens of face masks flashed in Su Bai's hand—three of them, the face faces of Liang Chen, Lu Chengyi, and Zhao Zhenwei, were all broken, and the assassination of Lin Zhaoli failed—she compared Lu Chengyi also knew that the visitors to Tianji Pavilion were not good. From the day Liang Chen died, she knew that this day would come sooner or later.

All kinds of arrangements seem to be dying, not worth their lives.

"Are you ready too?" Zhou Qing sighed softly, and took out a golden butterfly hairpin from her bosom.

Pang Jian kicked open the gate of the princess' mansion, and he slapped away the annoying sea of ​​flowers. Seeing the swing gently swinging in the wind, Princess Anyang smiled, with a golden butterfly between her eyebrows, ready to fly— —She pierced her altar with a butterfly hairpin, and took away all the secrets without leaving a single word.

Pang Jian was stunned for a while, then suddenly remembered: When Zhou Qing rode a flying horse to Qianxiu Temple, he was also the one who sent the disciples there.

He was a bit face-blind in the first place, and it was inconvenient for an old man to stare at his female disciple. Forty years ago, he only had a quick glance and didn't remember what Zhou Qingren looked like.But strangely, he remembered the butterfly hairpin.

Before the candidate disciples boarded the carriage, a young man rushed over and stuffed the butterfly hairpin into the hands of a female disciple. Pang Jian was told that the young man was the fifth prince...that is, the current Emperor Taiming.

Others were beaming on the way to Qianxiu Temple, full of curiosity and excitement. When they flew into the sky, they never listened to the advice of the old man.Pang Jian sent off countless generations of disciples, only that girl, holding the butterfly hairpin and crying all the way, was far less calm than her death.

It was as if she had foreseen the wrong path now.

"I don't believe that she can be settled once she dies." Pang Jian sealed the Princess Mansion with a spell, released Karma Beasts on the carved walls, and suddenly turned to a group of stunned mine supervisors, "From now on, the mine ambassadors The seal was detained, and all ports in the South Mine were under martial law, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. I want the records of all mine disasters since the opening of the South Mine.”

In front of Shouxin Hall, the main peak of Xuanyin Mountain, Zhixiu received a message from Tianji Pavilion almost in step with Lin Zhaoli's news.

Pang Jian's words were about to take off: Shiyong escorted the fleet northward, and for good or bad, Princess Anyang committed suicide!

Xi Ping, who didn't know good or bad, was full of whispers in his ears.

There were men and women, old and young, he was in a daze for an unknown period of time, and gradually regained a little consciousness, only to feel that the "bed" under him was extremely hard.

Wait... what bed?

Didn't he fall into the sea?

Xi Ping opened his eyes suddenly, and was surprised to find that all the water on his body had dried up.

He was in a reincarnation forest, those gnarled branches intertwined with each other, weaved a hammock around him, and unknown tree vines carefully fixed his injured leg and right hand, seeing him move, he felt a little reluctant to part withdrew.

His injured hand and leg have almost healed, and this place is as full of aura as Feiqiong Peak.

Even the meridians that were almost blasted by the sword energy of Shengling were repaired a lot. Xi Ping tried to move—he was able to move.

Xi Ping took out his spare sword from the mustard seed, pushed away the branch trying to stop him, and jumped down.

"hiss……"

If it hadn't been for a tree vine to crawl over to catch him, he would have nearly limped again on his sluggish leg.

"What's going on?" Xi Ping hugged the tree vine in shock, and said in his heart, "I can't control the sword anymore?"

Then, he also found that he could no longer use talismans, and could no longer control the formation... The bone qin can still be played, but it is no different from the ordinary qin on the market for three taels of silver. The aura can't be adjusted either.

where is this?

Looking up at the towering ancient trees, Xi Ping thought blankly.

Xi Yue, Xi Yue?

There was no reply, and the dragon taming lock connected with his mind could no longer be felt.

Xi Ping focused on the space between his brows again, and called Wei Cheng... still no reply.But this time, he felt his voice bouncing around these reincarnated trees.

At this time, something fell out of his hair and slipped into his shirt from the neckline. Xi Ping reached out to feel it, and almost threw it out: "Meet a living ghost!"

It was actually a small human finger bone!

However, he pinched the severed bone and looked at it for a moment, but his inspiration was vaguely touched... He always felt that the owner of this bone seemed to have something to do with him.Xi Ping hesitated for a moment, carefully put away the bones, picked up a piece of grass, bundled up his hair casually, and twirled it among the reincarnation bushes.

The reincarnation forest has been around for thousands of years, and it is so dense that the sky cannot be seen. Xi Ping couldn't help muttering: "It's so annoying..."

When the voice fell, something miraculous happened.I saw all the reincarnated trees twisting their heavy trunks collectively, as if they were afraid of making him unhappy, they staggered to and fro to make an open space around him.

Xi Ping was shocked, isn't this more obedient than Xi Yue?

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Where is this place, can you show me the way?"

The reincarnated trees continued to push each other, if it wasn't for the trees not being able to leave their roots, they wished they could take a few steps with their long beards.After a while, a path was opened in the bushes.

Xi Ping walked along that road for about a few miles, and when he came out of the Reincarnation Forest, his vision suddenly became clear——

He was in a huge valley, the bottom of which was full of ruins, like an ancient battlefield.There are caves everywhere on the rocks on the four walls, what's inside can't be seen clearly, only the wind coming in and out of them, bringing the creepy sobs.

On the rocks and on the ground, there are inscriptions that he doesn't know.

Xi Ping saw a row of footprints in the gap between the inscriptions, and boldly tried to step on it, but nothing happened, so he walked forward on tiptoe, stepping on the footprints.

At the end of the footprints is a towering altar.

Xi Ping looked up at the altar, and said in his heart: Mother...

I saw that sitting or standing on the altar was full of human bones.The skeletons are in different shapes, the postures are almost elegant, and the aura is so compelling that people can't tell whether they are real bones or weird statues of Bai Lingdiao.

Xi Ping was suddenly blessed, and before he took it out of the mustard seeds, Pang Jian put on his blind mirror and looked up through the lens.

See the name and surname of the standing human bone closest to him: Zhou Ye.

Looking to the side: Zhou Suxin, Zhou Qi, Zhou Qi...

Zhou Qi?

This name sounds familiar, who is it?

And why are these bones named Zhou?

Xi Ping walked around the altar, and suddenly, he saw a skeleton sitting with its head propped up.For some reason, the skeletal posture gave him an extremely familiar feeling, and Xi Ping's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Then he saw the bone name clearly: Zhou Ying.