What is the experience of being forced to confess

The world of misery is always very lively, like setting up a stage that can't leave the scene, only one person sings, and there are countless important actors waiting in pink and ink underneath, the turmoil has not been reduced because of the loss of the black sin peacock and the sword wind emblem .The flowers and plants in Youmeng Tower change according to the seasons, and the news that comes from them is also changing. , It can't reach the end, leaving only traces of white clouds and dogs on the coastal rocks, which is arousing nostalgia.

It took a long time for Mr. Ben Xi to learn of the death of the peacock old man. He was still walking on the street, listening to people talking sadly about how the great and holy place fell into decay and decay, and no one survived.The man lamented again and again, and someone else said quickly: "Have we seen so many dead places? If you want to feel sad one by one, you will be exhausted."

So he compiled many sects that were short-lived in the difficult situation, and when it came to sailing against the sea, he took it with a few words, and turned to mention the Black Sea that has poisoned this place for a long time.He also said that a few days ago, the king of hell in the forest prison finally died at the hands of a young monk, which made people feel a little relieved.

Du Wuyu called for a bowl of tea, and listened to Bian Xijun with great interest, and when he heard the part about Nihai Chongfan, he couldn't help putting down the bowl, and looked at each other with a wry smile.The waiter at the side store thought that he was not satisfied with the tea, and enthusiastically recommended Leu Yingchun in the store, but Mr. Bianxi reluctantly declined, but then changed the subject and asked if there was any wine in the store.

Although it is a teahouse here, it is intended to attract customers. Not only are there flower stands and a lot of rare herbs, but also a desk, which is probably for people to tell stories and sing, not limited to selling tea soup.When they lifted the curtain and came out, they each carried a jar of mulberry leaves, and walked silently to the former site of Tianjiang.

All the way, the wind is rustling, the grass is dying, and the rotten wood is swaying among the collapsed bricks and stones.If there are still orphans in Tianjiang, seeing this scene, there must be the sorrow of Mai Xiu and Mi Li.It was the first time for Mr. Bian Xi to set foot on this place, and when he looked around, his heart felt sore and unspeakable.

The scorched earth after the catastrophe was devoid of life, and it was as silent as death. The two walked around and found a wilderness. The whole place was depressed, and only tall dead trees stood upright, as if they were being supported by the dying spirits of the earth.The whole body of the dead wood was pitch black, and its twists and turns were weird, but there was still an imperceptible spiritual energy all over it, which made Bian Xijun feel very familiar.

He finally stopped and said softly, "Immortal, is this the land you have been missing?"

At this time, Du Wuyu walked around the dead tree and found a tombstone there, with the name "Bai Shou Liu Xian" engraved on it.Bian Xijun stood silently in front of the tomb, and after a while he said: "Back then, the immortal left after passing on the miracle to me. He repeatedly told me a piece of advice. Intercession is the biggest obstacle in my life."

Du Wuyu didn't say a word, and listened to him babbling: "The immortal is right. He persuaded me not to be paranoid, which is naturally for my own good. However, if I let go of my obsession, this life will be in vain."

Bian Xijun smiled, his mood was full of twists and turns, and the turmoil was unstoppable.He squatted down, and Du Wuyu put his hand on his shoulder: "It's all over."

"Yes." Bian Xijun uncorked the wine, and the mellow fragrance overflowed for a while, and the fragrance filled the nostrils, adding a little vitality to the dead silence.He said, "Look, fairy, no matter what, I have not given up on this feeling that has become my weakness...fortunately, I have not."

Flipping his wrist lightly, all the alcohol from the altar was poured onto the ground in front of the tomb.Although this Sangluo wine is not authentic, its aroma is still pure, like a colorless and soft cloud, gradually spreading around the body.

Ten thousand guides and one fight, far away to send old friends in Xiaoxiang...

The wine was poured down, pattering like rain.The last drop seeped into the moist soil, and Mr. Ben Xi supported Du Wuyu's hand to stand up. The strong breath around him lingered for a while, and then it was gradually blown away by the wind, as if it had melted into the vegetation, silently Like nectar, delicate and lingering.He heard the blades of grass being finely rolled, like the shallow response of a soul, just like the kind instructions many years ago, the raving should be gentle, but unfortunately, the living can no longer hear it.

Coming out of Tianjiang, it was already night.

The two of them went back to Youmenglou, and they passed a place on the road, probably a remote wilderness, without lights, in the dark night, only shadows could be seen, with sharp outlines, like some ruined ruins.Bian Xijun couldn't help but glanced a few more times, the building was not in the dark, there were still a few rough horizontal edges, as if climbing into the night sky, and there was some inexplicable throbbing in his heart, he felt that the edge was as sharp as a blade generally.

After walking for a while, I stepped into a small forest, and I heard voices in a distance, scattered people lighting torches, the fire was very strong, and it looked very brilliant.Looking at those people's clothes, they looked like Taoist disciples, and the magic weapons were scattered all over the side, and some even squatted on the ground to draw talismans, and then carefully pasted them on the surrounding trees.

"Is this doing something?" Du Wuyu asked.

Hearing this, a quick-talking young man raised his head and said, "Yes, there are a lot of grievances here. If we don't go overboard, I'm afraid they will cause trouble."

"It seems that you are people of Dao Ling." Bian Xijun said, the other party nodded when he heard the words, and walked over quickly, sticking the magic talisman in his hand to the trunk behind him.

He seemed very happy to be recognized by the sect, and he was beaming: "That's right, dealing with ghosts is our strength, but don't stand in here, this place will be used as a place for summoning souls, and then we will gather to save the dead souls. There is also a charge for onlookers.”

He winked again, making a frightening look: "Most of the ghosts here are dead. If they get violent and hurt people, it's dangerous."

Du Wuyu asked curiously, "Could it be that the feng shui here is not good, so there are so many resentful souls."

"I don't know either. A group of our brothers and sisters passed by here and were attracted by ghosts, so we stopped to do things." The other party shrugged. A place where cults meet. Cults, maybe they will burn living people to sacrifice to heaven or something, and it’s not surprising that there are resentful souls... Hey, why did your faces change, do you feel scared?"

At this time, the magic circle was well formed, and the magic talismans attached to the tree lit up and formed a circle.The light was faint at first, then it flickered for a while, and suddenly it was like a golden crow coming out of the mountain, shining brightly, everyone couldn't resist it, they hurriedly closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they saw that the surrounding scenery was fully illuminated under the daytime white light Now, buildings can be seen clearly from miles away.The stone wall is dilapidated, but it has the potential to reach the sky. There is a talisman on the top, which can no longer be seen clearly under the wind and sun.There are countless rusted blades embedded on the side of the high wall, which are stacked layer by layer to form a knife ladder, climbing upwards, as if to split the sky in two, with blood and rust condensed on it, as if dripping from the sky, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Everyone felt that the blood on the filthy blade was still fresh.

Although the scene in front of me is decadent, under the cover of the years, there is still an indescribable grandeur and evil, flowing from long ago to the hearts of everyone today.The Dao Ling youth murmured: "It really is a cult..."

He turned his head, only to see that the two uninvited guests were also staring blankly at the dilapidated building. Under the white light of the talisman, their cheeks looked particularly bloodless, but what was revealed in their eyes was not the same shock as his own, but a kind of shock. A wonderful sadness.

The young man had some complicated feelings in his heart. He coughed for a while, which brought the two of them back to their senses.He raised his voice and said, "We're going to start summoning souls, why don't you go?"

Bian Xijun settled down, as if he was dreaming, and it took a while before he opened his mouth.The young man felt that his voice was a little hoarse: "I think I should be able to help a little."

His face was extraordinarily pale, like a paper man, and his whole body trembled when he spoke. Du Wuyu held his hand, lowered his head and said softly, "I will bear it with you."

The Dao Ling youth took a few steps back, tilted his head and looked at him: "Help? You can also spell?"

Bian Xijun said: "I used to know a little bit." He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The other party nodded and said: "So that's it... I just said, I always feel that you have a very strange but also very clear breath."

This time, Bian Xijun felt strange: "Qingming?" The spells he practiced should have nothing to do with these two words long ago.

"Yeah, and it reminds me of Tianjiang..." He rubbed his chin, "Anyway, it's just right, it can guide this aura into the magic circle, and the pure and holy aura is effective for appeasing resentful souls."

As he was talking, fellow practitioners called him to stabilize the barrier, and the young man ran away after saying hello.Bian Xijun still stood where he was, surrounded by blazing light, making his eyes sore.Du Wuyu said: "It seems that you have exhausted your body, but you have also returned to the original."

Bian Xijun lowered his eyes, and said with a shy smile: "I stepped into the evil way, and I thought that this breath from Tianjiang was also polluted, but unexpectedly, it is still the same as before, which seems to me A lot has changed."

Du Wuyu squeezed his fingers into his palm, and the warm touch made him feel a little comforted.Bian Xijun calmed down, smiled wryly and said: "Most of the wandering souls around here were once believers who worshiped against the sea and sailed against the sea. They should be resentful that they died unclearly, so they refused to leave for a long time." His words were very Low, the wind is rustling in the forest at night, a bit cold, and the swaying bushes are sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like ghost shadows. Ben Xijun looked around, but there was no fear on his face, he just said solemnly: "This is my sin, if you can Make a little repayment..."

"I'm with you." Du Wuyu sighed.

The two looked at each other, and the glow of the talisman illuminated the face of the person in front of them very clearly.The great courage filled his chest warmly like running water, plumping his body, Bian Xijun raised his head, and shook Du Wuyu's hand vigorously.

The ceremony of transcendence lasted for an hour.The talisman became a cage, filled with spiritual energy, and the soul banner fluttered. Everyone recited the mantra and summoned the soul into it.Under the bright light, there was nowhere to hide the shadows, and the distorted black mist hissed and screamed, restless, but it was difficult to break through the prison woven by the talisman. The wail was as sharp as a blade, and the sound scratched in the heart.The Dao Ling person uses the sword as a guide, guides the Qing Qi around the body of Dao Bian Xijun to act as the tip of the sword, and then circulates his kung fu to make rain and mist disperse, and sprinkle them all in the mid-air.Tianjiang's holy energy poured down like rain, and the screams gradually subsided. At this time, Dao Ling and others cast their spells again, pulling them with praise, and several groups of black shadows slowly condensed into shapes, gradually showing their pre-birth appearance.

Ben Xijun looked at them silently.The haze is gone, and these resentful souls stand in the day-like light, and they look like strangers.They were all young and old, looking around blankly, some looked down at their hands and feet, and seemed to feel some joy, but the body also seemed to melt into the light, gradually becoming transparent.

When they disappeared completely, Ben Xijun noticed that Du Wuyu was holding his hand tightly.He didn't make a sound, just looked at the souls who were about to be saved, and then solemnly lowered his head at this moment.

The ceremony was over, and the charms pasted on the tree also failed, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.Dao Ling and others packed up their magic tools and rested on the spot for a while, the fast-talking young man pulled Mr. Bian Xi and said: "I think you are very talented, why don't you follow us back, I will introduce you to Master, and we are also A member of Dao Ling!"

Du Wuyu pulled away the young man's hand calmly: "I appreciate it with good intentions."

They were exhausted physically, especially Bian Xijun, whose complexion was bleak and his breathing was weak. Du Wuyu helped him to sit on the ground.In front of them was the dark night, just a moment ago, the light was still shining on the ruins there, every brick and tile was clearly visible, and their eyes were in a trance, as if the holy land had returned to its former glory.

There are still ruins and ruins, and there are still traces of the past, and how many people still remember the magnificent scene that once existed.Standing there back then, the invincible victor, did he ever think of today's ending?

There was another wind in the forest, this time it came suddenly and violently, dust and sand flew around, it seemed that some perching birds were startled, fluttering their wings in panic.

"The spring grass is twilight and the autumn wind is frightening, and the autumn wind is blowing and the spring grass is growing. The pools and pavilions are exhausted, and the harp is gone and the hills and ridges are flat..." An unknown person not far away chanted depressedly, with a rather sad voice.

Bian Xijun said quietly: "Everyone has died since ancient times, and everyone swallows their voices with hatred."

"I can't see that you are also proficient in parallel Fu." The Dao Ling youth laughed.

"It's just sad." Bian Xijun said indifferently, his tone was loose, and before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly froze, and he raised his eyes to look at the other party, "the resentful souls who died around here were all overtaken by you. Is it?"

The young man scratched his hair: "It's almost right? This soul-calling banner was made by my master, so it should be quite effective."

Seeing that his expression was different, Du Wuyu called out, "Ben Xijun?"

"No." Bian Xijun stood up and walked in disorder for a while, "No, then why is there no her..."

Du Wuyu chased after him and grabbed his hand: "No one?"

The sleeves cast a thin shadow in the wind.Bian Xijun suddenly turned around, with a very strange expression on his face. Under his gaze, Du Wuyu felt as if there was a place in his heart that sank heavily.

"Thrush... also died here." Bian Xijun said with difficulty, his face was stiff and his eyes were constantly turbulent.

Du Wuyu suddenly took a few steps back, and the other party's words seemed to shove him in the chest.He turned his head to look at that place, his eyes were completely dark, as if covered by a thick ghost fog, he couldn't see anything clearly.

The ladder of Nihai Chongfan is composed of countless blades, which symbolizes the hardships of the road to worshiping the gods.The thrush back then stepped on these blades, and her hands and feet were cut with countless bloodstains, but she didn't feel any pain. She climbed up to the high platform step by step numbly, and then jumped down there.

"She should be here, why didn't you see her?" Bian Xijun said in a panic, while walking around at a loss, under the confusion of his mind, he suddenly staggered.

Du Wuyu quickly supported him, and saw that he raised his head towards her, his eyes seemed to have been splashed with water: "Still, she doesn't want to see me."

Du Wuyu was dumbfounded, and the youth of Dao Ling just caught up behind him: "Hey, what's going on with you—"

He looked at Du Wuyu's posture of supporting the person, and shut his mouth quickly in response.Bian Xijun muttered for a long time before he said, "I have a younger sister who died nearby too, but I didn't see her."

The young man blinked: "However, there are many kinds of ghosts. The one that was rescued just now was a resentful soul. If your sister had no resentment, she would have been reincarnated long ago?"

Bian Xijun's heart beat wildly for a while, but he forced himself to calm down, shook his head and said: "No, I need... I need to confirm." His expression kept changing, but his face became paler and paler. With his appearance, Du Wuyu felt a dull pain in his heart. He turned to the young man and said, "Although I trouble you, we want to meet her no matter what. This is very important to me and him."

The other party frowned, looked at them for a long time, and then shrugged and said: "In this case, it is convenient for you to be blood relatives anyway." He searched for a while, took out a soul banner and amulet, and handed them to Bian Xi. Jun's hand, "Go back to that place, put a drop of blood on the talisman, hold it in your hand, and then insert the soul pendant." He read a passage, "After reading this way, just wait in place, If there is no serious problem, she should be able to show up."

"If not?" Bian Xijun said tremblingly.

"That means she is indeed not here, she has reincarnated." The other party said in a relaxed tone.

The night is deep, the heat of the day has dissipated, and the miserable wind is wandering around, fluctuating high and low, blowing the broken branches of the forest tops and the withered grass on the ground together.Daoling's young man leaned against the tree, probably feeling cold, and hugged the campfire tightly, the flickering flames flickered on the ground, from a distance, it looked like crimson gauze pulled by the wind, with a few strands blowing across the grass leaves Congealed cold dew, the dew was trembling and was about to fall, but when it was touched by the fire, it was like being slightly rolled by the tongue of an animal, and it was swallowed in a blink of an eye.

The light from the bonfire can only illuminate the bottom of the knife ladder, and you can't see clearly when you go up, like a scroll of paintings that fell from the sky, gradually fading from bottom to top.However, the blood rust that was barely illuminated is still shocking to look at. It is still so red and so dazzling, like the evidence of a crime nailed to it by some kind of persistent wish. The knife edge was scraped on his own bone.

The young man glanced a few times, but couldn't help shaking.He raised his voice and yelled at the two people standing not far away: "Are you alright? My senior brother is about to leave for Dao Ling—"

A gust of cold wind blew up on the flat ground, and the white and miserable soul banners flew up, like the sleeves of ghosts waving.Bian Xijun and the two stood a little far away from the bonfire, but they were worried that the fire would startle their souls, and because of this, they felt a little cold.Du Wuyu felt that the person beside him was trembling slightly, his face was tense, like a prisoner awaiting trial, he couldn't help worrying: "Ben Xijun..."

The other party lowered his head, bit his finger, and painted the oozing blood on the talisman. The blood color quickly seeped into the yellow paper, and the lines drawn on it floated a little flickering light, which seemed almost warm. They melt into the air like fluttering fireflies, rising and falling, like river lanterns in the dark water, silently calling for wandering souls who are at a loss.

After reading the formula, Ben Xijun shrank his shoulders and said suddenly, "Do you feel scared?"

Du Wuyu smiled and said: "You look like this, you are afraid."

Bian Xijun didn't deny it, but just looked intently at the soul banner in front of him: "I'm thinking, how should I face the thrush?" He didn't look at Du Wuyu, but grabbed his hand very hard, slowly Said: "She resents me and blames me, it is all right, but for you..."

"I've said it before," Du Wuyu said softly, "If I make a decision, I won't regret it."

Bian Xijun turned to look at him.The night wind blows, and the dim light shines on those peacock eyes. At first, there is a sense of melancholy in the brows, and then gradually a trance and moving expression, as if he is the summoned ghost. It was in this talisman that he found peace.

After waiting like this for a quarter of an hour, the wind in the forest has died down, and the soul flags are hanging down without making a sound.Bian Xijun couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he was both sore and vaguely lucky, he suddenly pursed his lips, squeezed the wound on his fingertips, and continued to apply the talisman.

But this time, the blood couldn't even seep into the yellow paper, like a secret realm that could only be opened once, and kept rejecting his attempts. This ending was a pardon, but it made people more uneasy. Seeing the hesitation on Mr. Bian Xijun's face, the young man couldn't bear it anymore, and strode over and said: "If you can't be summoned, then you really haven't. What are you waiting for?"

"She..." Bian Xijun said in a daze.

The young man stared at him for a while, then suddenly his shoulders slumped, feeling helpless at his stubbornness, he pursed his lips and said, "Forget it, forget it, help people to the end." His soul banner suddenly rose up, as if being lifted lightly by one hand, he took out the magic talisman and stuck it into the void, in the darkness, a figure of a little girl suddenly gradually appeared.

The girl looked around, with a smile on her pale face, she said to them: "What's the matter that you called me here?"

"How long have you lived next to the Tiantai?" the young man said.

"Decades." The girl tilted her head and thought for a while.

"You should remember all the resentful souls nearby."

Bian Xijun also understood what he meant, and quickly said: "Then have you ever seen a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, who jumped from the top and fell to her death." His voice weakened, "Insert The hairpin, there are a few scars on the face..."

The girl rolled her eyes a few times, raised her head and said, "It seems that there is such a sister."

"Then how is she now?" Bian Xijun asked in a panic, his hands tightened, almost making Du Wuyu a little painful.

"...I've already entered reincarnation and returned." The girl said naturally.

Ben Xi-kun's body froze, as if he forgot to speak.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would almost forget that sister." The other party said, "Ghosts like us, even if we have resentment when we die, we will gradually forget it. We will go through this world again and want to remember After all, it’s people and things that are good to her, the elder sister said that she has a brother and a loved one, they were all good to her, and all she wants to remember is this kind of goodness.”

The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him helplessly: "You, why are you crying?"

Ben Xi-kun lowered his head and took a deep breath, his voice trembled violently: "I'm fine."

His eyes, however, violated his words, and could not stop weeping.Bian Xijun felt embarrassed for a moment, and wanted to raise his hand to dry it off, but his other hand stretched out and wiped it off carefully for him.

The warm tears wet Du Wuyu's hands.

"She has always been such a tolerant and understanding person." Du Wuyu said.

"But I..." Bian Xijun whispered.The other party said patiently: "She doesn't blame you anymore."

Bian Xi-kun lowered his head, and wiped the corners of his eyes heavily until the place was flushed red.He looked at the little girl and said with a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

"Just burn paper money for me when you have time." The girl said briskly, "That sister should be very happy too, I can tell you about her."

"Yes..." Bian Xijun smiled and said softly, "Unfortunately, I can't apologize to her personally."

The little girl who was summoned disappeared into the darkness again, coming and going like the wind without breath.There should be many souls like her floating around here, looking at this world with tenderness or indifference. The bonfire is gradually extinguished, and there is still a fluttering light in the air, like a girl's flickering eyes. Generally, you are looking at the person you are attached to with tenderness and compassion.

"So, are you really not interested in Dao Ling?" The young man said with great enthusiasm and regret.

"Thank you very much for your help." Du Wuyu declined first, "It's getting late, it's not easy to keep your brothers and sisters waiting for a long time, we'd better leave first."

The young man frowned in dissatisfaction, but after thinking about it, it was indeed a long time ago, so he clasped his fists back with them, walked back, and said reluctantly: "If you change your mind, come to me."

"Let's talk." Bian Xijun answered with a wry smile.

The two gradually walked away, and the sound of wind circling behind them made Ben Xijun's heart skip a beat, and he turned his head involuntarily.Dengtiantai has been completely hidden in the night, facing them in the distance, silent.Just like the time in the past, it has become blurred and difficult to distinguish in the transfer of pearls and jade, but some are still sealed in the heart, and every time I think of it, it is still vivid in my eyes, joy or sentimentality, it is the situation that life cannot be separated.