Jiajing Spiritual Records

The door of the prison was suddenly locked with a "click", and was pushed again with a "squeak".Ning Huan was startled, looking out of the cage, his stiff back straightened unconsciously, and he said to Su Xian in a low voice: "Someone is here."

Su Xian frowned, and slowly tightened his right hand that was on the scabbard of the "Miehun" knife.He pulled Ning Huan over, and the two retreated to the shadow of the cell.Under the dim candlelight, two slender shadows appeared in the cramped and dark corridor, and the footsteps of "da da" echoed clearly in the dead prison.Ning Huan's heart was beating non-stop, he held his breath, and looked outside without blinking his round eyes.

The sound of footsteps outside stopped suddenly in front of the cell.Ning Huan was startled, could it be that he was discovered?At this moment, Su Xian, who was standing in front of him, suddenly relaxed his straight back.

"Senior brother?" Suxian stepped out of the shadows, "Why are you here?"

In front of the cell stood a Taoist priest in white and a thin young man.Seeing the two of them, Kong Kong was also very surprised, and asked, "Why are you here?" He lowered his eyes to see the blood-stained man lying on the ground, raised his eyes to confirm with Su Xian, "This is Lord Wang?"

Su Xian nodded: "Have you finished those bronze men outside? My lord is seriously injured, it's better to leave this place." Looking back at Kong Kong, his eyes fell on the outside pointed by Su Xian. He frowned and nodded: "Still Can hold on to the effort of half a stick of incense."

"En." Su Xian's gaze turned to Geng Yang who was beside Kong Kong, and saw the young man standing behind Kong Kong with his head bowed, and remained silent.The complex look in his eyes was fleeting, and after a while, Su Xian picked up the comatose commander on his back, turned around and greeted Ning Huan who was stunned by the side: "Let's go."

What I thought was a difficult escape, turned out to be surprisingly smooth. Dozens of bronze men stationed in front of the prison disappeared.In front of the empty dungeon, only the breeze rolled up the withered and yellow leaves on the ground, making a "russling" sound from time to time.Su Xian looked suspiciously at the void and asked, "Brother?"

There was the same bewilderment in Kong Kong's eyes, he frowned slightly, looked around the dead silence, and shook his head: "I didn't do it."

Everyone was silent, when suddenly a gust of cold wind came blowing, the wind lifted Su Xian's bright red hair tie tied behind his head, and lightly brushed Ning Huan's face.Ning Huan raised his jaw slightly, his cruising eyes just landed on the imperial palace in the ghost city.He was stunned, and grabbed Su Xian's clothes corner with his hand.Su Xian turned around suspiciously, but Ning Huan's eyes didn't move away from that place, he looked towards where Ning Huan's eyes were looking in puzzlement.The hands hanging on both sides of the sleeves gradually clenched into fists, the confusion on his face faded, and his expression suddenly changed.

Dark clouds weighed on the city like rolling waves that were swept into the sea.Under the coquettish red sky, above the majestic and towering purple-gold building, another replica city is floating at this moment, like a mirage, reflecting another scene.The black smoke rising from the raging flames, the living corpses wandering in it, and the people ran for their lives crying and howling.

The woman who was able to escape in the future was grabbed by the arm of the living corpse behind her. She had no time to cry out for help, and the opened bloody mouth had already bit off half of her neck.The blood soaked through the pavement paved with bluestone slabs below, the living corpse let go of his hand, and the woman fell to the ground with her eyes open, lying motionless on the ground. "Crackling" The woman who fell to the ground twisted her neck and stood up, only half of her neck was not enough to support her entire head.Her head was tilted to one side, her clothes were soaked in still warm blood, her eyes were cloudy, and her steps stiffly walked into the team of living corpses.With the closed city gate, the killing game is raging...

That man came from the moonlit night like this, stepped on the bones under his feet expressionlessly, blood splashed and stained his leaden boots, smudged with bright red blood.There was a bewitching color at the corners of his eyes, the rosary was moving slowly in his hands, and the golden cassock fluttered in the flames.He stopped and looked at the scene of purgatory on earth in front of him, a smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth...

"What... what is this?" Ning Huan asked in a murmur.Su Xian didn't make a sound, but the expression on his face became more serious.Kong Kong frowned, and said to the crowd: "I'm afraid something happened to the palace, let's talk about it when we go back." Ning Huan nodded repeatedly.

On the way, Ning Huan thought of the white-clothed scholar who pretended to be Void just now.Ning Huan looked at the void, and under his surprised gaze, asked curiously: "Did Taoist Priest Xu Kong also come in through that 'door'?"

"'Gate'?" Kong Kong was startled, seeing the confusion in Ning Huan's eyes, he shook his head slowly, and replied, "I came in through the newly renovated Buddhist Temple of Joy in the capital. " Ning Huan blinked in doubt, only to see that Kong Kong took out a broken talisman from his cuff, and explained to Ning Huan, "There is another door of the ghost city."

"Is there another 'door'?" Ning Huan asked in surprise.Su Xian has been restless ever since he saw the scene in the mirage just now. When he saw the broken talisman in Kong Kong's hand, he frowned slightly.

Kong Kong smiled and replied: "However, that 'door' is extremely dangerous compared to when you came here. Fortunately, Master gave me a purple talisman for self-defense when he left. This time I can only rely on it to save my life." Sighing, his fingers slowly ran over the broken talisman, with a nostalgic smile hidden in his eyes, and the dust of the talisman was blown into the air with the breeze.

Su Xian pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the void, and asked, "Brother, do you know the origin of that Buddha of Joy?"

Kong Kong replied: "Since you told me about the Buddha of Joy, I checked all the classics in Sanqing Mountain and found no records about him. However, I found a method of casting ghost Buddha in this Siamese ancient book. The method is quite similar to the Joy Buddha you mentioned." Kong Kong looked at Su Xian, his tone paused slightly, "They are all half-human, half-ghost. The monk's bones were cast into clay sculptured Buddha statues, and placed in the In the temple, people worship with incense and fire. Day after day, year after year, you can cultivate into a ghost Buddha."

"Siam?" Su Xian pondered for a while, then took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms and threw it to Void, "But what is recorded in it?"

The paper made a "rustling" sound, Kong Kong took the ancient book and carefully flipped through a few pages, "That's right." He frowned and looked up at Su Xian and asked, "Where did you get this thing. "

A look of understanding gradually appeared on Su Xian's face. He did not answer Kong Kong's question, but lowered his eyes and said in a low voice as if talking to himself: "Siam, heart eater, half-human gu , I should have thought it would be him."

Kong Kong frowned, seeing Su Xian's thoughtful face, so he didn't continue to ask.He lowered his head and continued to flip through the rest of the ancient book, flipping through the paper, and said in a low voice, "According to the book, it is recorded that ghosts and Buddhas are refined, and they will be immortal."

"Immortal?" Su Xian frowned slightly, "Is there no way to kill him?"

Kong Kong raised his eyebrows, and replied: "Maybe." Under Su Xian's confused eyes, Kong Kong spread the ancient book under his eyes.The last two pages of paper have been torn off, leaving only two potholes. Void pulled the corners of his mouth and said helplessly: "But obviously he doesn't want us to know."

Everyone returned to the small courtyard deep in the palace.Different from when Su Xian and Ning Huan left, there was a sense of desolation in the courtyard at this time.Only one of the verdant sycamore trees is dry, standing lifelessly in the center of the courtyard like a shriveled skeleton.The clear water in the lotus pond has now become turbid, black and smelly, exuding a strong fishy smell.The two of them had only left the two sticks of incense, and the scene had completely changed.

Stepping on the broken bricks and tiles on the ground, everyone walked through the long corridor and walked into the warm pavilion.Adhesive cobwebs covered almost half of the corners, and the inkstone, table, and window lattice were covered with a thick layer of dust, but the round mirror in the center reflected the four people in the room, and kept the original appearance intact. . "How did this place look like this?" Ning Huan looked at the surrounding scene and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"The ghost city is probably already connected to the imperial city, and the flow of time is the same as outside." Su Xian looked at the round mirror, the worry on his brows became more serious, "I am afraid something has happened to the imperial city."

His right hand brushed across the mirror, and as he muttered words, ripples gradually appeared on the mirror...

"Ahem." Ning Huan looked behind blankly, and the familiar halo once again became another scene in front of his eyes.Sitting in front of the table was a monk, wearing a plain gray patchwork robe, his bony hands clenched into fists, pressing against his thin lips, coughing.The warm yellow sunlight shines through the window lattice in front of the desk, leaving mottled spots on the yellowed paper.

"Squeak", the door of the Nuan Pavilion opened gently, and the stooped old servant walked in slowly with a medicine jar. The bitter smell of medicine immediately permeated the room, making Ning Huan wrinkle his nose involuntarily.The old servant called softly in a hoarse voice: "My lord, it's time to take medicine."

The monk in front of the case raised his head and slowly looked out the window: "How are the apricot blossoms in the courtyard?"Ning Huan looked at his face, his heart trembled suddenly, the monk in front of him was the white-clothed scholar with shaved hair.It's just that he is thin and pale, with some shallow wrinkles on his forehead.

The old servant was silent for a while, put the medicine on the table, and said slowly: "My lord, you forgot that there are no apricot blossoms in our backyard."

The monk's expression was slightly startled, and it took him a while to regain his senses: "Yes, I forgot, how can there be any apricot blossoms in the backyard of the palace."

The old servant's face was slightly moved: "If you like it, I will ask someone to send an apricot sapling to the palace tomorrow, and plant it in the backyard."

The dead leaves were stuck on the window lattice, rustling by the wind.Looking at the bleak chill outside the window, the monk shook his head and said in a low voice, "No need."

The old servant insisted on planting an apricot tree in the yard for his seriously ill master, "When the flowers bloom, the illness will be cured sooner..." He begged many people and kowtowed many times, and finally someone agreed. Yes, I gave him a dying apricot sapling.The monk could not wait for the day when the apricot blossoms would bloom, his body was already at the end of its strength.

He was sick and dying.However, he is still a little unwilling, he still thinks that he can take one last look at him before he dies...

"What did you see?" Kong Kong said, interrupting Ning Huan's thoughts of Fang Kong.

Ning Huan was taken aback, turned his head to look at the void, only to hear the void say: "This is the 'door', the gap between two time and space, and you can see what happened in the past through the mirror image." He saw Ning Huan with a blank face Looking at him intently, he suddenly smiled, patted his head, and greeted him: "Let's go." Ning Huan was startled, and suddenly nodded.

After passing through the time and space behind the mirror image, he returned to the courtyard of the imperial palace.

"My lord, you are back!" A familiar voice sounded beside my ears, and a paper figurine squatted in the corner.Hou Yinchuan had been here for some time, when she saw Su Xian, she said nervously, "Something happened in the capital!"

At this time, the sky above the imperial city was shrouded in layers of black mist, and the shadow of the ghost city completely overlapped with the imperial palace.Thunder and lightning flashed, the sky glowed with a strange red light, and the rumbling dry thunder sounded like a giant beast roaring.

Su Xian's heart sank suddenly, he looked at the empty palace, and asked word by word: "What happened?"

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The emperor disappeared, and the scene of purgatory gradually overlapped with the mirage in the ghost town.The ruined walls after the flames burned out, the living corpses wandering aimlessly in the streets, and the smell of blood permeated the entire city...

"My parents." Ning Huan said suddenly, he looked at the crowd and said, "I have to go home."

"No!" Su Xian frowned and rejected Ning Huan decisively.

Ning Huan slowly clenched his fists with his hands hanging on both sides, and slowly took a step back in the direction of Su Xian. He said firmly, "I want to go home."

"Ning Huan!" Su Xian shouted angrily behind him.He frowned and looked at the figure of Ning Huan who hadn't turned back, cursed in a low voice, handed the unconscious Wang Zhenning on his back to the void beside him, and chased after him.

Panting for breath, Ning Huan finally bypassed the group of living corpses and arrived in front of the Ning Mansion.There was silence outside Ning's mansion, "Uncle Ning!" Ning Huan slapped the door heavily with his hands, but no one paid attention to him for a long while.The anxiety between his brows became more and more serious, he looked at the outer wall, and turned over with his bare hands into Ning's mansion.

Under the outer wall, a pale corpse was walking towards Ning Huan. "Ning Xi." Ning Huan recognized that face. Hearing the voice, the living corpse suddenly turned its head and let out a monster-like roar at Ning Huan, with its sharp fangs protruding from its lips.

"Ning Xi?" Ning Huan's knife rested on his chest, he took a step back cautiously, and called Ning Xi's name again.At this time, the movement of the living corpse stopped, and a trace of clarity gradually recovered in his eyes.He looked at Ning Huan, his slack eyes repeated the focal length, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and there was a "clack" sound in his throat, and the clearness and turbidity in his eyes kept exchanging, and he said with difficulty: "Young master, run quickly!" !"