【Shuangxuan】Break the cauldron

Ming Yi quickly threw the scorched fabric into the fire.Shi Qingxuan seemed to be choked by someone, and he couldn't say a word. There was a dead silence in the dilapidated temple, only the crackling of the flames.

Although he couldn't understand what Shi Qingxuan was yelling, Pei Ming also felt chills on the back of his neck.The "He Xuan" in the hall who pretended to be a geologist clearly held the Santu Yehuo in his palm - what was he burning? !

Shi Wudu didn't care so much, seeing the black-robed man flying back in the palace, he raised his hand to wrap the water whip around Shi Qingxuan's waist.The water whip in his hand rose into the air, but it stopped suddenly halfway through the jump, as if the whip bone was suddenly pulled away, and it was broken into trickles and fell, leaving a rough whip mark on the ground.

A trace of confusion flashed across his face, and when he looked down, he saw the ashes ring with missing horns floating out at some point, exuding a faint aura, as if it was echoing something in the distance.But with the crackling of the underworld fire, the aura was fleeting, and then a tide of ghost energy began to overflow from the broken bone ring.

Shi Wudu suddenly bent his legs and knelt down on the ground, holding his heart tightly with his left hand, as if a pair of ghost claws grabbed his heart and lungs tightly.His body has long been free of the burden of these viscera and six internal organs, but now he has a fresh illusion of severe pain piercing his heart.

Seeing this, Pei Ming immediately held up a magic barrier in his palm and covered it with the ring in the air, enveloping the leaking ghost energy for a while, and then looked at the person holding the fire in the hall.His original intention was to confirm whether the objects in the fire had been destroyed, but unexpectedly, he met the astonished gaze of the person holding the fire.

This gaze gave him a strange feeling, as if the teeth of the gears were wrongly meshed, and everything was out of place.

Is the person in the fairy robe of the earth master really a mysterious ghost?If it is a mysterious ghost, then who is the scorched corpse in his hand?If it was a mysterious ghost, then why was the thing that was turned into ashes in the fire just now taken out of the burnt corpse?

He suddenly remembered something, which was first solemnly offered by Xuan Gui in the main hall of the Water Mansion and suppressed by magic circles, and then brought back to Xianjing with the headless corpse of his teacher Wudu, where he performed a simple ritual - the immortal bones of the earth master.He personally unraveled the sealing circle of the corpse together with all the gods, and he personally lit the incense candles for the ritual ceremony in the heavenly court, and then watched as the teacher turned into a ghost.However, the world has been turned upside down in recent days, and personnel affairs have been wrong. He really never thought deeply about what will happen to the owner of the other skeleton.

Shi Wudu, who was kneeling on the ground, shrugged his shoulders and let out a deep laugh.At this time, he still doesn't know what God's will is playing tricks on, and he only cares about whether he can do what he can.He was at the end of the road in the Nether Water Mansion, thinking that Shi Qingxuan didn't know what would happen after his death, so he simply wanted to drag him to the underworld, but now that he still has all his strength——

Shi Wudu ignored the severe pain in his lungs, put his two palms together, and pulled out all the water vapor in the temple, forming a huge beast in the air, pulling out the ghostly fangs in his mouth, the sound of eternal tides in the long roar, and the sound of turbulent waves Taking advantage of the force of the wind, the fire bearer in the temple passed through his chest, like a huge wave crashing on an unknown cliff in the dark night.After a while, the water beast had turned into a puddle of water next to the statue, and the black-robed man holding the fire had become a desolate soul scattered in the night wind, and the items in his sleeves rustled to the ground.

Everything happened in an instant, and both Pei Ming and Shi Qingxuan were shocked.But the current situation does not allow for shock, Shi Wudu's spirit has already leaked two points from the bone ring, and he is desperate to do this crazy action. At this time, his fingertips are all shattered into powder, and signs of annihilation begin to appear everywhere in his body.Under the impact of ghost energy, Pei Ming's magic barrier gradually cracked.

Pei Ming half-kneeled on the ground, supported Shi Wudu whose soul consciousness had been blurred with both hands, and asked anxiously: "Is there any other way? Brother Shui, think about it quickly, is there any forbidden technique that can mend ghost bones?" Things are really not what he is good at, but he hates that Lingwen is not here.

Shi Wudu opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Shi Qingxuan looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart had collapsed into ruins.

Humans cannot tolerate repetition.The most difficult thing to breathe is the sudden warmth and coldness, and the hardest thing to accept is the loss and recovery, and the gain and loss again, just like a scar that has not healed, and then it is torn apart for no reason, tearing out a bloody mess.

His eyes fell on Shi Wudu's gradually lost eyes for a long time, as if his soul also sank into it.During the hundreds of years of living together, those eyes watched him be born, get crowned, be a man, and be a god.

Shi Wudu's youth was far less carefree than his. Ever since he left home with his younger brother, he took the ups and downs of the two of them on his shoulders and practiced hard in the temple all day long.Shi Qingxuan has a childlike heart, and when he gets delicious and fun things, he will go up the mountain to offer treasures to him, but most of the time he has to wait in the porch to watch his brother practice hard.He was not happy waiting, and his elder brother's expression in practice couldn't be described as happy.

He was very cute, and he was dressed as a little girl. The little Taoist priests in the temple often teased him: "I will suffer for your brother, will you?"

The porcelain doll with dangling legs on the porch replied crisply, "Of course."

Why not?That is a person who died violently and turned into a ghost because of him, but still feels ashamed that he can no longer be ordered to go to heaven.He has sworn to gods and ghosts more than once, to He Xuan, to Mingyi, and to the sky.There is no way to repay my elder brother's kindness. If he can stay in the world for a long time, even if he sacrifices his life, he is willing.

When people kneel before the gods, even if they don't say anything, the gods and ghosts listen to everything they think in their hearts.

There is an abyss of soul consciousness hidden under the ruins in his heart, and a voice in the abyss softly asked: "... save him with your life, are you willing?"

That voice sounded so familiar, rather than questioning, it was more like the remorse he had made thousands of times when he was haunted by nightmares—if only he could die in his place.

So he murmured in his heart.

The breeze blew past the statue of the master of the earth, and He Xuan, who floated behind the scorched surface, smelled a few traces of Luofu wine in a trance.

He was staring at this farce blankly, just waiting to see how far God's will can play tricks on people, but he forgot that in the destructive cause and effect, there is no room for anyone to sit on the sidelines.

Shi Qingxuan's heart-piercing cry suddenly came from the ruined temple, and that cry almost tore his mind apart.

The person who screamed was kneeling before the god, and a soft and beautiful image of a woman in a white robe emerged from her body, holding her arm in the dust, like a dream, with every frown and smile, the breeze rustled softly, and the tenderness and gracefulness melted in the wind ——Godhead has no form, and people believe what it is, and it is what it is. This is also Shi Qingxuan's favorite way to show people when he was a wind master.

As the godhead emerged, Shi Qingxuan crouched on the cold ground and curled his body tightly into a ball, enduring the great pain of the separation of human soul.No one knows what will happen, and saving one's life with a godhead is a forbidden technique that few people use. For thousands of years, no one has given up the godhead to fill the ghost king's bones.

The white-robed wind master in the air scattered like flying flowers, shattered into the bone ring, looking back at He Xuan from afar, smiling with lowered eyes, the treasure looks solemn.For the common people, this is the image of Fengshi enshrined by the people; for someone, it is a little light during the century-old journey.

He Xuan originally thought that his body was completely destroyed, but he still raised his hand two inches, wanting to hold back the remnant wind.

He finally discovered that he was not qualified to laugh at Shi Qingxuan's self-deception.Even in the various tortures of God's will, he never bowed his head, but in the day-to-day confrontation with Shi Qingxuan, he did not never lose his guard.He didn't want Shi Qingxuan to return him anything, but he didn't want to see him give it to others.He didn't want to take Shi Qingxuan's life, he didn't want to accept Shi Qingxuan's love, he just wanted to owe him, he remembered, he was alive.

But people can't hold back the residual wind.

In the twilight of the aura, the shattered aura of Feng Shi was finally completely annihilated and filled into the broken bone ring.After inhaling the godhead, the ghostly thing was not satisfied, and then pulled out Shi Qingxuan's living soul.

Seeing that it was not good, Pei Ming quickly sealed the broken magic barrier to keep the living soul out of the barrier.But the bone ring had just swallowed Feng Shi's godhead alive, and Pei Ming's own strength could not suppress its violent restlessness at all.Seeing that the visual barrier was about to burst again, a pale and bloodless hand rested on Pei Ming's wrist.He suddenly turned his head to look at Guru Wudu's bloodshot eyes.

Shi Wudu supported the ghost body by force, gave all the remaining mana to Pei Ming, took off the golden lock on his neck, and tied it outside the magic barrier three or two times: "Let's go! Find Ling Wen!" The ignorant Shi Qingxuan grabbed it and said, "Taicang Mountain!"

Shi Wudu immediately scratched his wrist, scribbled on the ground a formation of thousands of miles away, and pulled Pei Ming to push the temple gate in the formation.

The corners of their clothes flicked, and in a blink of an eye, there was only a charred corpse in the temple, and a temple door creaking in the wind.

This is a dilapidated temple with almost no incense, and there are few people.

The fallen flowers in the courtyard spread all over the floor at night, and were randomly blown to the corner by the morning wind, and fell again during the day.The white dew condensed on the eaves formed drops of water, and fell on the moss-covered tiles under the eaves, tick-tock counting the hours.

The scorched body without the host quickly rotted away, leaving only He Xuanqing's soul in the temple.He couldn't figure out some things, so he knelt for a long time. He didn't know how long he had been kneeling, but he felt that the sun was rising and setting.He never closed his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be looking somewhere all the time, and seemed to be looking at nowhere, which corresponded to the way he lived in the rumors - "No one knows what he is thinking."

He turned a deaf ear to the sound of shuffling walking outside the temple gate, still kneeling like a dead tree.

The old woman staggered into the temple, looked at the situation in the temple with empty eyes, trembled all over, almost fell directly on the threshold.She held on to the temple gate to stand firm, turned around and ran out staggeringly, and brought back a few villagers after a while, the leader was a lame young man.All the young and middle-aged people in the town went to repair the water conservancy, and few of them stayed behind with complete arms and legs.

The old woman was terrified, and asked the young man at the head in a trembling voice: "Ayan...who could it be, who would do such a rebellious thing..."

The young man she called A Yan glanced at the situation in the temple, frowned, and said, "Who knows, stones are worthless."

The few who followed were all women, looking at the statue of the Earth Master whose face had been gouged out in the temple, they felt terrified in their hearts.One of them covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Could it be the family whose daughter was seriously ill two years ago, and who was beaten up..."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't do business, your mind will change faster than anyone else." That Ayan had a mean look, and his words were mean.

The old woman worshiping the temple grabbed his arm and said, "This statue..."

He frowned deeper: "There are not many people worshiping this temple, who is willing to pay for it?"

The old woman said anxiously: "You know it's spiritual, you came with me to fulfill your vow during the flood five years ago..."

Ah Yan paced back and forth in the hall, back and forth several times, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Oh...let's fix it! I'll go raise money."

When it comes to raising money, it is inevitable that every family will go to lobby, and someone behind the scenes is not happy, saying: "Who will pay for this ruined temple, I am afraid that I will find a master to rebuild it, and no one remembers the original appearance of this statue. Zhao's mother-in-law, you remember?"

"I..." The old woman trembled her lips and couldn't answer. Although she often came to worship the temple, she didn't dare to look directly at the gods.

The questioner was elated for a moment, but he didn't expect the young man beside him to say: "I remember."

The young man spoke harsh words again, causing several people who had come to see the scene to break up unhappy. He said "seek help", and then disappeared, and only the old woman was left in the temple.

She didn't dare to look up at the bleak statue, so she could only clean the altar in front of the god like usual.While tidying up, she chattered, she didn't know whether she was speaking to the god statue or just to calm herself down.

"Ayan is a poor child, and only the poor child remembers his kindness... The statue of the adult is made by him. When he was young a few years ago, he always said that he was rescued from the flood five years ago, and he had seen the real face of the adult... Now the adult Now, I won’t say these hypocritical words anymore…”

The mid-autumn lantern fighting can be ranked among the top ten priests, and there are hundreds if not thousands of folk prayers handled every year. It is impossible to remember everything in detail.It was just five years ago, the ghost city and the river, and the young man at the foot of the slope. These clues were connected in a string, and after all, some old events were brought out in He Xuan's old memories.This is the Dishi Temple by the river. He and Shi Qingxuan did come here five years ago.

In the ghost month five years ago, the Renhe River was flooded, and all the temples lost their original functions and became shelters for the victims.

He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan hid behind the statue and looked at the people lying all over the temple. Many people injured their hands and feet when the river bank landslide, and they would fall into permanent illness if they didn't get treatment. Can't stop crying.

"Brother Ming, I have to think of a way..." Shi Qingxuan felt extremely uncomfortable, and the knuckles of the five fingers holding the fan turned white.

He Xuan frowned tightly, and said: "You have a good heart, why don't you let your brother take care of it?"

Shi Qingxuan also ignored He Xuan's jokes on Shi Wudu, and said: "I, I call my brother..." He lowered his head and wanted to psychic with Shi Wudu.But just after the Great Heat, the waterlogged areas are all flooded, and Shi Wudu is at his wits' end, so it's really hard for him to be there whenever he is called.

Just at this time, a man stumbled in from outside the temple gate, and shouted out of his mind, "I'm afraid the ferry on the river will never come back!"

At that time, there was no bridge to build on the Human River, and the transportation of people and goods depended on ferries.Hearing this news, half of the people in the temple turned pale. Some of them had goods on the ship, and most of them had people on the ship.He Xuan held down Shi Qingxuan who jumped up in an instant, and said, "You stay here, I'll go and have a look."

When he walked to the sky above the Renhe River, he saw that a big hole seemed to be broken in the dim yellow zenith, and the torrential rain leaked down like a curtain.The river of people on the ground is overflowing, wrapped in wormwood stalks and dead wood.A few ferryboats in the middle of the river were spinning on the cusp of the wind and waves, and the punters had been swallowed by the huge waves. The only survivors on the boat were all frightened out of their wits. Ferry mast.

This catastrophe, if not for the presence of the navy, it would be hard to recover—fortunately, it is He Xuan who is overlooking the scene at this time.

Red is king on land, and black in water is king.He fished out the living people and the three ferry boats from the flood, like picking something out of a bag.It was just ignored for a moment, the master in the sky and the earth he is playing now cannot make this choice and build this pagoda.

The old woman lit a stick of incense in the stove, and kept thinking: "My lord's kindness is always remembered, and Ah Yan also remembers..."

This is the way things are in the world, and there has never been an unreasonable belief that she has been taking care of this lonely temple in the wild for five years, just because she is more affectionate than others.

He Xuan looked at the light smoke curling up, and for no reason recalled the first time he watched the Blood Society Fire in Bogu Town.

At first, he was horrified when he saw himself as the main character in the blood-soaked happy life, but then he felt an indescribable strange feeling.It was clearly the moment of his collapse during his lifetime, but he left behind a symbol of happiness for future generations, a little idea of ​​good and evil and righteousness-in the dark, cause and effect are continuously connected in a way that no one can guess.

A one-eared black cat jumped out of the light smoke, and rubbed the old woman's ankle affectionately.

He Xuan's eyes widened - it wasn't his magic.Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was just that the old woman had seen his transformed black cat and brought back this little beast with similar appearance.

In the vagueness, how many real things are there that he has never noticed and dared not face?

He dedicated himself to heaven and managed it for a hundred years, built a rootless Qionglou, and transformed more than 50 different characters.He believed in the true self, only the empty shell filled with the regrets of his life.It was only when he pushed the Qionglou with his own hands that all the characters in the play collapsed, only then did he realize that those illusions were all real.He is the one who is jealous and vengeful in front of the common people, and it is he who is merciful; it is he who is hesitant in front of Shi Qingxuan, and it is also he who is defeated.

People are ghosts, blinded by a leaf.

Perhaps it was because he had played too many roles for a hundred years, so that he didn't realize until now that this body had only been alive for more than twenty years, but a hundred years had passed behind him.In an instant, he only felt that those thoughts that he had repeatedly denied, wandering in the world, finally found the right master in the thousands of yellow dust, and poured them all over his head.There is the joy of seeing Shi Qingxuan's life is safe, there is anger at the world's evil methods and sacrifices to the bridge, there is joy that good thoughts will eventually be rewarded, and there is sorrow for the loss of the bright moon and the clear wind.

He knelt in a temple that really belonged to him, and couldn't restrain the trembling of his eyelashes.

All living beings in the sea of ​​suffering, a few of them have cultivated from a mortal to a god.And He Sheng, who was described in the local chronicles of Bogu Town, has finally re-cultivated from an evil god who devoted himself to doing justice for the sky the night before Hanlu, to a man with flesh and blood and mixed feelings.