sinovels Chapter 37 Fengdu Ghost Town
Chapter 37 Fengdu Ghost Town
After returning from Fufeng City, Yan Qi stayed for a few more days before leaving Chonghuazong.
Although Shang Qing was the only one left on Longyuan Peak for the time being, he was not idle.
As the person in charge of the Zixiao Order at Longyuan Peak, although Shang Qing did not succeed as the peak master, he was directly used as the peak master in the various ceremonies and ceremonies at the end of the Chonghua Sect.
First, they prepared for the last day of the year-end to worship gods and ancestors. After the first day of the new year, they went on to attend Qin Che's succession ceremony at Taisu Peak.
A few days later, Zhuoyu Pavilion notified that the first jade vein of this year had been mined, and Shang Qing rushed there non-stop to receive the huge reward he won in the Zongmen Grand Competition.
At this time, Shang Qing clearly felt that Long Yuanfeng was short of manpower.
Fortunately, he is considered a rich man now, and he can afford the wages for the registered disciples.So he directly typed an application report at Lin Jiuyuan's place, and allocated a group of registered disciples to Longyuan Peak to handle daily chores.
After he allocated a place for the registered disciples in the Sword Hut and watched them move in one after another, he finally felt that Longyuan Peak was a bit more popular.
In the rest of the time, Shang Qing devoted himself to studying the medical knowledge taught to him by Ning Chuyue, and compiled the essence of it into a book, so that he could send it to Tai Sufeng when the time came.
Ning Chuyue has cultivated to the state of transforming gods, and is a medical saint among the world's population.
After getting his true biography, Shang Qing felt that he had benefited a lot in just half a month.In addition, Ning Chuyue also passed on part of the cultivation base in the remnant soul to him at that time, and after Shang Qing fumbled and slowly repaired the remaining branches of his own, he obviously found that his cultivation base seemed to have improved a bit.
More importantly, Shang Qing took a shortcut. Although his cultivation had not yet reached the standard for studying the last few volumes of Su Wen Jing, he had already learned them all.
Shang Qing was very happy, because it meant that he was now qualified to say to monks who were two realms higher than him - kill me if you have the ability?
Shang Qing can't guarantee whether he can beat others, but others can't beat him to death.
Time has gradually entered the night, and now that Shang Qing has cultivated a golden elixir, he no longer needs a long sleep to replenish his energy.
What used to be sleep time has become meditation.
He circulated his spiritual energy, poured them into the restored meridian, and slowly began to operate.After being proficient in this process, the spiritual breath seems to have a memory. Even if Shang Qing doesn't drive it, he can still run according to the size and size of the sky.
Shang Qing felt that he had entered a rather mysterious state.
Sleeping but not sleeping, waking but not awake, the sea of consciousness seems to have really turned into an extremely vast world, and the soul wanders wantonly in it, and there are thousands of changes in an instant, which makes people dazzled.
It was Shang Qing's first trip to the Sea of Consciousness, and he was inevitably a little excited.
So he didn't notice that the soul-seeking lamp in his room suddenly flickered, emitting a faint blue light.
The scene before Shang Qing's eyes suddenly changed, even in the state of mind and soul, he felt a sudden chill on his back.
It's not the coldness brought by the frost, snow and rain, but the coldness caused by the gloomy air.
Shang Qing raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a small alley.
suffered.
Shang Qing realized that his soul seemed to be no longer in the sea of consciousness, but was drawn to another place for some reason.
His cultivation base is far from enough to be able to manipulate the spirit to separate from the body. Under such circumstances, it is quite dangerous for the spirit to go to an unknown place.
This is where?
The alley in front of me is nothing special, there are many such criss-crossing alleys among the houses in Fufeng City.
But this place seems to be raining all the time, whether it is the clouds in the sky or the light in the alley, it is very dark and depressing.It was obviously night, but there were no lights in the courtyard wall house next to it, and it was pitch black everywhere.
What was even more strange was that although it was raining, the moon in the sky was the only one that was not covered by the clouds. It was big and round, emitting a cold light, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.
The wet bricks and stones were covered with moss, which reflected a strange luster under the cold and strange moonlight. The large dark green moss made people feel that they could slip at any time.
Shang Qing saw people passing by the intersection ahead, each holding a red oil-paper umbrella.
I wonder if everyone in this place buys their umbrellas from the same store?Why not only the color of the umbrella is the same, even the style and texture are carved out of the same mold.
Shang Qing subconsciously wanted to ask for directions, at least he knew where this place was.
Shang Qing ran a few steps and caught up with the two pedestrians in front of him: "You two, please stay. Is this place..."
In the middle of speaking, he suddenly remembered that he is in a state of mind and soul now, and ordinary people should not be able to see him, so it is probably useless to ask.
However, Shang Qing did not expect that the two pedestrians holding umbrellas actually stopped, as if they had heard his words.
One of them turned sideways, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand was so big that it covered her face even if she turned sideways. It could only be seen from her figure and dress that she should be a young woman.
"It's raining in the city today, why didn't you come out without an umbrella, aren't you afraid of losing your soul?" the woman said in surprise.
The man next to her heard the movement and turned around accordingly.
His face was also covered under the red oiled paper umbrella, and he seemed to be sizing up Shang Qing, and his voice changed randomly: "Why did a living soul break into the city? This smell...it smells so good..."
Shang Qing's heart skipped a beat when he heard the two of them talking, and looked down, the two of them didn't touch the ground, no wonder they were able to walk so steadily in the moss-soaked alley!
Fuck, is this really a hell?
Just when Shang Qing was thinking about writing nonsense, the woman in front of her suddenly raised the red umbrella in her hand, revealing a face without facial features.
Instinctively attracted by the breath of life, she rushed towards Shang Qing, obviously without facial features, but she seemed to rush forward to bite him!
In an instant, the woman turned into a female ghost, and Shang Qing was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.
Not to be outdone, the other male ghost followed suit.
Shang Qing, as a divine soul who had accidentally left his body, would not use his divine soul to attack at this time.And he tried it just now, and found that this place seemed to have some kind of restriction, so that he, an "outsider", couldn't mobilize his spiritual energy at all.
I never expected that such a weird situation could be encountered while meditating in the room!
Shang Qing took two steps and found that the situation was getting worse.
Not only were two ghosts, a male and a female, chasing him behind him, but his unique aura also attracted all other nearby ghosts!
For a moment, Shang Qing looked at the red oil-paper umbrellas floating in all directions, and felt his scalp tingling.
If Shang Qing had a real body, he would probably be breaking out in a cold sweat right now. He used to be quite afraid of ghosts. He was terribly frightened when he was in Liulin City. He didn't expect that half a year later, he fell into a ghost town for no reason. middle.
Could it be that he was born with a predestined relationship with ghost towns?
As Shang Qing ran, he suddenly felt tingling pains all over his body.
After looking carefully, he found that it was the raindrops falling from the sky, not only did not pass through his soul, but a small cluster of white smoke rose from it, making a hissing sound like burning.
Shang Qing remembered the surprised words of the female ghost at the beginning.
——It’s raining in the city today, and you came out without an umbrella, aren’t you afraid that your soul will be scattered?
It's really fatal, Shang Qing thought.
The rain in this ghost town can actually erode the soul, no wonder they ghostly hold oiled paper umbrellas.
Thinking back to those identical red umbrella surfaces, it seems that they should be specially made to resist the rain in the ghost town.
More and more red oil-paper umbrellas were chasing Shang Qing, forcing him into a small intersection.He was exposed to the washing of the rain, and a large white mist rose up on himself. It seemed that the situation was really bad.
At this moment, Shang Qing suddenly felt his eyes darken, and a shadow shrouded his head.
It was also a paper umbrella, but it was different from the red oiled paper umbrella that Shang Qing saw just now. This umbrella was white, and there was a rather delicate pendant hanging on the handle of the umbrella. If you look carefully, there are two engraved on it. Character.
—— Fengdu.
The white paper umbrella blocked the raging rain, and the pain on Shang Qing's body quickly disappeared.
He raised his head to look at the young man holding the umbrella for him.
Unlike the female ghost just now, this person has a face, and is quite handsome, probably only in his early 20s.Although his face was slightly pale, it wasn't as pale as that of a dead person, and he didn't look scary.
Shang Qing glanced at him twice, feeling a little familiar.
The ghosts who were chasing Shang Qing stopped their original movements after seeing the young man.
They bowed one after another, seeming to respect and fear the young man.
The ghosts respectfully called out to the young man, "Your Honor."
The young man flicked his sleeves and said to all the ghosts: "He is the Lord's guest, he must not eat him, you should leave."
"Yes, my lord." When the ghosts heard that the living soul could not be entered, they immediately lost interest and went to do their own things.
When the surroundings returned to calm again, Shang Qing thanked the young man: "Thank you, but have I met you somewhere...?"
The young man smiled and said, "Isn't Lord Xian don't remember me?"
Upon hearing the title "Xianjun", Shang Qing suddenly remembered.
This person is the young master Liu he met when he first arrived in Chengtian Realm!At that time, there was almost a misunderstanding, so Shang Qing remembered it very clearly.
"Ah, it's you." When Shang Qing saw the acquaintance, he felt relieved, "Master Liu?"
"The Immortal Monarch offends me, my real name is Liu Yue."
Shang Qing asked: "Liu Yue, why are you here? Also, what is this place?"
"The name of this place is Fengdu, and it is also called Fengdu ghost city in the world." Liu Yue replied, "At the beginning, the fairy king helped the people in Liulin City to escape from the blood formation, and they were all able to re-enter reincarnation. Because I practiced Some ghost skills came to Fengdu, and I accidentally met the expert who taught me back then, and I was lucky enough to be favored by him, so I stayed in Fengdu to work."
Shang Qing remembered that Liu Yue had told him back then.
An expert came to Liulin City with a coffin and asked the Liu family to keep the coffin for more than ten years.And the person in the coffin was none other than Shang Yuchen who should have been dead for many years.
So who is that tall man?How did he get his own body?Why was it brought to Liulin City specifically?
There were many questions in Shang Qing's mind to ask, but in the end they all became one sentence: "Where is the expert you mentioned now, can I see him?"
Liu Yue nodded, as if he had expected Shang Qing to ask such a question, he said: "To tell the truth, today is the expert who knew that the Immortal Lord came to Fengdu, and specially asked me to come and pick you up."
When Shang Qing heard this, he became even more puzzled, and said: "That matter should not be delayed, let's go there quickly."
Along the way, Liu Yue held the white paper umbrella in his hand and led Shang Qing through the residential houses, markets and restaurants in the city.
It was only then that Shang Qing realized that although Fengdu was a ghost town, it had all the facilities in it, and apart from being rather gloomy, it was not much different from the towns outside.
Most of the passers-by on the road were holding red paper umbrellas, mixed with a few black umbrellas, and only occasionally saw one or two white umbrellas.
Finally, Liu Yue led Shang Qing into a palace.
There was no light in the hall, only the cold light of the night pearl. Shang Qing saw a man in his prime sitting in front of the case. He was tall and tall with a handsome and sharp face. Guan Wanfu's imposing manner.
Wearing a black robe rimmed with gold, with a totem of an alien beast woven with gold thread on the sleeves, a short knife hanging around his waist, and a yin-yang jade pendant, he is noble and has a kind of chill.
"My lord, the immortal is here." Liu Yue lowered his head, saluting like a man in the hall.
The man in the hall responded: "Well, you go down first."
Liu Yue: "This subordinate resigns."
When Liu Yue left the hall, the man put down the scroll in his hand, raised his eyes and walked back and forth on Shang Qing.
His eyes were too sharp, like a falcon staring at its prey, and like a knife blade overflowing with cold light, Shang Qing couldn't help feeling a little flustered.
"Hmph." The man suddenly snorted meaningfully, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger, and he continued, "I thought you were so determined at the beginning that you didn't hesitate to break your own soul to do something big, but in the end Just for this kind of thing?"
Shang Qing was at a loss, who knew what kind of "this kind of thing" he was talking about?
Seeing that his expression was wrong, the man narrowed his powerful eagle eyes again, and looked at him for a while: "You still unpacked and sealed your own memory? You are really useless if you are trapped in petty love."
Shang Qing finally couldn't help asking: "Where are you sacred?"
The man snorted coldly and said, "I am your father."
Shang Qing froze for a moment, didn't think much, subconsciously replied: "Why are you swearing?"