Jiajing Spiritual Records

Chapter 120

Ning Huan opened his lips, and he was about to say something more, but Su Xian's expression was indifferent, and he only paused for a moment, he pursed his lips, and replied vaguely with lowered eyes.

The dim fire light of Huozhezi flickered in the coffin shop, and the black coffin reflected a strange light in the gloom.The square coffin boards are almost below the legs, the paint color inside has been completely peeled off, the exposed parts are moldy wooden structures, and there are still deep and shallow scratches on the surrounding coffin boards. mark.

Ning Huan turned his eyes to look at Su Xian, and seemed to be uncertain: "We... really want to go down?"

Su Xian's eyelashes were drooping, and the arcs of the tip of his eyes had a hint of elusive darkness under the sparse light.Hearing this, he suddenly raised his eyes, his shining black eyes looked at Ning Huan without blinking, there seemed to be a hint of daze under the water: "Ning Huan, do you believe me?" He asked.

Ning Huan nodded blankly: "Naturally."

Su Xian's eyes moved, and after a long while, he nodded: "Then go down." He looked back, and the dim light of the fire folds swept across the bottom of the coffin, and the lower right was the ground that had been chiseled and smoothed. At the entrance of the stone chamber, one can see the cold and hard surface of the rock wall.Further down is the deep, dark secret passage, like a huge mouth protruding from an abyss, swallowing all the light.

Ning Huan watched Su Xian's figure gradually disappear at the entrance of the secret passage, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and followed along.There was a lingering musty smell in the air, and the narrow secret passage was so oppressive that it was suffocating. Fortunately, this secret passage was not very long.

Dim lights illuminate the corner of the stone room, and the murals on the stone wall are flickering with coquettish red light, and the treacherous color like blood still retains the shocking sense of mystery when we first saw it.

There was no one in the stone room, "Wang Laosan?" Ning Huan frowned, and called out Wang Laosan's name, which immediately echoed in the dark stone room.

"Little brother, this is calling me!" Wang Laosan's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ning Huan was terrified by the sudden sound, he turned around hastily, only to see Wang Laosan standing behind the two of them.Ning Huan let out a long breath, turned his head and muttered sullenly: "I really know how to play tricks."

"Where did you hide just now?" Ning Huan asked after looking at Wang Laosan behind him.

Wang Laosan smiled indifferently, pointed to the position behind him, and said, "I have been standing there just now, how could the two little brothers blame me for not seeing it?"

Ning Huan pursed his lips tightly, and the dim light source from Huozhezi could barely illuminate Wang Laosan's face. Behind him was a large piece of darkness that seemed to be soaked in ink, and the shadows under his feet merged into the dark shadow .

Ning Huan looked at him coldly, since Wang Laosan was still under his nose, he wasn't afraid that he would make something wrong.He snorted heavily, then ignored it, turned his eyes and looked at the whole stone room carefully.

The decoration here is exactly the same as the stone room that Ning Huan had seen before, with strange bright red murals, the white bone leaning in the corner and scattered letters on the ground.

Ning Huan lowered his eyes, and slowly approached the bone. The letter was still placed where Ning Huan left, as if he had not been moved.But... Ning Huan's heart paused slightly, it was strange, he thought to himself, if there were really two Sheren towns here, why would it be exactly the same as the one he had just seen, and even retain the traces of his passing?

But looking at the location of the handbook, it seems that Wang Laosan doesn't seem to know the contents, could it be that he didn't have time to read it?Thinking of this, Ning Huan looked back at Wang Laosan with some surprise.

Wang Laosan was still staying at the place just now, the dim light of the fire covered his face like a layer of hazy mist, his expression was a little dark and unclear, his eyes seemed to pass over Ning Huan, staring into the distance of nothingness , After a while, it landed on the bone behind Ning Huan, and a sense of sadness slowly flowed out of his eyes.

Ning Huan turned his face away, the furnishings in the stone room were like letters scattered on the side, the plain white kit that was left on the side disappeared without a trace.Ning Huan took out from his bosom the dilapidated brocade bag that he had picked up from the stone room just now. The word "Wanniang" embroidered with gold thread was embroidered on the hazy surface. He lowered his eyes slightly, a little dazed. .

Between the two of them, Ning Huan's eyes flickered slightly.The disappearing marks, the inexplicable appearance of the living person Zhao Wanniang, and the black coffin without complicated patterns all indicate that these two places are not the same place.But in this stone room, Ning Huan was a little hesitant. Could it be that the two of them overlap...

"What's wrong?" Su Xian asked.

Ning Huan raised his eyes, took out the plain white brocade bag in his hand, gestured silently to Su Xian who was looking over from the side, Su Xian raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and nodded understandingly.

The yellowed and haggard pages made a "sand-sand-" sound, and the manuscript was still full of messy words.A fine layer of sweat beads gradually appeared on Ning Huan's forehead.

no clue.

no clue.

Those scattered pages of yellowed paper seemed to have completely erased all the key information. That door, where is that door?Under the firelight, the chaotic words turned into a little halo, which made Ning Huan feel a little dazzled.He rubbed the center of his brows heavily, when Wang Laosan's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Zhu Jiuyin, with a human face and a snake body, it's dark when you're in the dark, and it's bright when you see it."

Ning Huan raised his head, and saw the figure of Wang Laosan standing still in front of the bloody red paint mural at some point.Sensing the gazes of Su Xian and Ning Huan, he turned around, shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "This is the record of Shan Hai Jing, I just looked at the things on this mural like this That's all."

Zhu Jiuyin?Ning Huan frowned tightly.The chill that penetrated the bone marrow surged from the heart, and the three characters on the tip of the tongue blocked the throat like poison.

Zhu Jiuyin...

"If I remember correctly, Zhu Jiuyin is also called Zhulong. If he is a dragon, why would he die?" Su Xian glanced at the murals on the wall indifferently, his eyes flickered slightly, as if A bottomless clear pool ripples in the breeze.He stared at Wang Laosan, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said each word with a pause: "You are wrong." There was a cold color in his eyes before the smile.

Wang Laosan laughed and shook his head, as if he never took Su Xian's contempt into consideration.He carried the two of them on his back and stared at the mural in front of him: "I wonder if you two have heard of Zhu Jiuyin's other name?" Before Su Xian and Ning Huan could reply, he continued on his own, "In the past Gonggong and Zhuanxu fought for the title of emperor, and they were defeated. Later, they were angry and touched the mountain of Buzhou, broke the pillar of heaven, and defended the land. One of the ministers of Gonggong is Xiangliu, who has a snake body and a human face, with the head and tail ringed together, and controls the cycle of reincarnation in the world. Seal, following Gonggong’s behest. Wherever it arrived, countless people cannibalized; wherever it went, it was completely barren. The people could not be disturbed by it, so the Emperor of Heaven ordered Beiyin Lord to kill Xiang Liu’s family, seize the seal of reincarnation, and seal his corpse in the octagon At the foot of the mountain. His corpse rushed to the west, at the beginning, it was the beginning of the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms and six realms of Chengyin Division."

Ning Huan was startled, and looked at Wang Laosan with a little surprise, Xiang Liu's?He frowned slightly, silently looking at the contents of the mural.After a long while, Ning Huan pursed his lips and said, "If Zhu Jiuyin was the former general of Gong Gong, then this mural doesn't make any sense. Since the common people have suffered with Liu for a long time, why did he die? So frightened on the face?"

"Who said that the people in the painting are ordinary people." Wang Laosan sneered, he stared at Zhu Jiuyin's huge skeleton in the mural, his eyes were full of coldness, as chilling as poisonous marrow.He shook his head, staring at the scattered crowd on the mural, his eyes were full of despair and sorrow.

"The nine clans of the Gonggong clan. From Youling in the north, Jiaozhi in the south, quicksand in the west, and Panmu in the east. Everything that is moving and still, illuminated by the sun and the moon, belongs to it." He turned around and looked up at Ning Huan In an instant, all the turbulent emotions in the bottom of the eyes have been restrained, "Zhu Jiuyin Prime Minister Liu governs the land of She people in Bajiao Mountain..."

He said word by word, slowly peeling off the history full of violence, blood and killing from the wall, and presenting it to Ning Huan and Su Xian.He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes dejectedly, and let out a chuckle: "It is unavoidable to sacrifice living people. If no foreigner can be found, the priestess will select a person from the own clan to become the god instead." sacrifice."

"God's will cannot be resisted, otherwise disasters will come."

"The battle between Zhu Jiuyin Xiangliu and Beiyin Emperor lasted for seven days and six nights. The earth was scorched and the people were devastated. Xiangliu was weak and hid in the Bajiao Mountain. The Beiyin Emperor suffered from its enchantment and was unable to deal a fatal blow. "Under the dancing candlelight, Wang Laosan tensed his jaw, "The She people are divided into two branches. The upper one is Wen, and the lower one is Zhao. Zhao Ku Wen and Ku Xiang Liu have been together for a long time, and they have been negotiating with each other. Finally, the first In the night of the seventh day, the final barrier of Bajiao Mountain was opened..."

"So the 'Zhao Clan' betrayed Zhu Jiuyin?" Ning Huan asked.

"Betrayal?" Wang Laosan sneered, "You don't know the pain of your flesh and blood dying in front of your eyes, how can you talk about the word "betrayal". Xiangliu was seriously injured, so he was trapped in the Bajiao Mountain, eating the flesh and blood of She people all day long." For food. The Wen and Zhao clans, the Zhao clan is my subordinate..." Wang Laosan stared blankly at the dancing candle for a long time, then closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of extreme exhaustion.

"So who are you?" In the unbearable silence, Su Xian's voice sounded behind him, and there was a trace of coldness in his rolling eyes, staring at Wang Laosan indifferently, "You killed Wang Laosan, Now that you have become like him, who are you?"

Ning Huan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Wang Laosan in disbelief. The dim light covered his face with a hazy mist, and he replied with a hoarse smile, "Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Frame someone up for nothing? I'm not Wang Laosan, who am I?" Wang Laosan looked at Su Xian with indifferent eyes.

Ning Huan frowned, he thought that Wang Laosan was not a good person, but if the person in front of him was not Wang Laosan... Ning Huan pursed his lips tightly, his heart tightened in vain.

"The black coffin in the upper corner." Suxian stared coldly at Wang Laosan, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "If I guessed correctly, the one in the innermost coffin is the real Wang Laosan." San's corpse." He said calmly, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and his fingertips seemed to carelessly caress the scabbard, "But——if you don't believe it, we can go up and have a look."

Wang Laosan stared at Su Xian without saying a word, a smile of unknown intention hung on the corner of his mouth.After a long time, he slowly lowered his head, and suddenly laughed out loud.Suxian looked at him calmly, his slender eyelashes suppressed all the emotions in his eyes, and he stared at Wang Laosan expressionlessly.

The laughter stopped abruptly, Wang Laosan looked at Su Xian and shook his head: "It's useless, even if you go up now, you will see nothing more than an empty coffin. After all—" His drawn-out tone suddenly stopped After a pause, a complex light flashed in his eyes, he looked at Suxian and said slowly, "There are no dead people in Sheren Town."

No dead people?Ning Huan was startled, he turned his eyes slightly, and his bleary eyes fell on the bone behind him, with a look of bewilderment on his face.What does it mean that there are no dead people?

Wang Laosan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and he didn't seem to care about his disguise at this time.He twisted his neck, and there was a "crackling" sound in the air. He touched the corner of his jaw and tore off the human skin mask attached to his face.

"You...you are..." Ning Huan's eyes suddenly widened, and the person in front of him was the bearded man he had seen last night.

"We are half acquaintances." He casually swept over Suxian's hand holding the knife, the blade was half out of the scabbard, and the cold light shone fiercely in the dark, "Little brother, the blades are facing each other, what should I do?" Is good."

"Wang Lao San" slowly walked out from the shadow of the backlight, his long black shadow was reflected on the disastrous stone wall, and his half-human, half-snake silhouette was infinitely magnified in the silent stone room.Ning Huan almost staggered back a step: "You, are you with those monsters from last night?"

"If I really belonged to those people like last night, you should have died a long time ago." "Wang Laosan"'s eyes bypassed Su Xian and landed on Ning Huan. He sneered and said, "Speaking of it , you should really thank me, if it wasn't for me, you two would have died outside long ago."

"Save us?" Ning Huan was taken aback, he frowned, recalling the experience along the way, except for that brief meeting in the inn, he couldn't remember where he had seen this man before.Speaking of saving them?Ning Huan's thoughts turned quickly, except for the accident in Shishi, they almost had no obstacles along the way.Ning Huan looked suspiciously at the bearded man and questioned, "Where did you save us?"

"Don't you understand?" The bearded man looked at Ning Huan, his eagle-like gaze swept across the entire stone room, "This is the only place in Sheren Town that is not under the surveillance of Zhu Jiuyin." He stared at the corner The bones in the middle paused for a while in a blunt tone, and then said, "The vortex of reincarnation caused by the death of Zhu Jiuyin, only this place remains static. And this place is also the center of the reincarnation disk."

Ning Huan's back suddenly felt cold, and he suddenly thought of the mysterious sight that followed him from the beginning to the end after entering Sheren Town, "Is it the only place that is not under the surveillance of Zhu Jiuyin?" Ning Huan murmured.After a long while, he raised his eyes, and the strange and colorful paintings on the stone wall were reflected in his clear eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, "But Zhu Jiuyin, isn't it already dead?"

The bearded man sneered: "Dead?" He followed Ning Huan's line of sight and stared at the painting on the stone wall indifferently, "The Northern Yin Emperor didn't completely kill it, and the ghost of Zhu Jiuyin is still in the octagon. Wandering in the mountains. But the physical body is dead, and it will be even more difficult to make another storm." He suddenly turned his eyes to look at Ning Huan, and asked, "Did you see it then?"

"Look... what did you see?" Ning Huan answered with a frightened expression when asked.

"Those figures." Before Ning Huan could reply, the bearded man continued on his own, "They are the afterimages left by the vortex. Zhu Jiu Yinxiang Liu is the god who controls the underworld and reincarnation. After it dies, The land of the She Human Race who suppressed it has also become a chaotic vortex of reincarnation, buried under the white mist."

He paused for a moment, looked at Ning Huan, and there was a glint of unknown meaning in his eyes: "This is Sheren Town, but it is not the only Sheren Town." He said, "There are tens of thousands of Sheren Towns here." Town, a new cycle of reincarnation will appear at almost every time point, and a brand new Sheren Town will be copied. The self you see when you look back is just the afterimage of yourself left in that Sheren Town.”

"The past is hidden in that mist, and the future is also pregnant. But going around, it's just spinning on a huge reincarnation disk." The bearded man looked over Ning Huan's shoulder and looked straight at The bone behind Ning Huan.A wry smile suddenly appeared on his face, staring at the void and lamenting: "Look, none of us got out of that fog in the end."

Between the white bone and Zhao Wanniang whom he had just met, Ning Huan gradually had a bold guess in his heart that they were stepping into the past reincarnation.But why do the stone chambers here leave their own traces?

The taken Subu brocade bag and the scattered manuscript pages still remained where they were when Ning Huan left. "The center of the vortex is always calm" and is not disturbed by any messy storms.There is only one place in Sheren Town, where time seems to flow slowly like a quiet river, and the two overlapping Sheren Towns gradually become harmonious.

Ning Huan raised his eyes: "So Zhao Wanniang wants to find the center of the reincarnation disk?"