【Shuangxuan】Break the cauldron

Chapter 12

The ghost king of the lower realm ascended, and there was a lot of movement. I am afraid that even the rats who stole lamp oil in the Lingwen Temple knew about it, and Zhenjun Lingwen went to pick it up in person.But after a while, everyone in the hall saw the lord coming back alone.

"I said that I must dance too!" The little civil servant with two dark circles hanging from his eyes excitedly slapped the other person's shoulder hard, "I would like to admit defeat and bring it! Two hundred merits per person, I will take it first Qi, let's divide slowly..."

A group of small civil servants were nestling behind the colonnade, and some of them reluctantly poured merit into the psychic formation.

"It shouldn't be! I heard from the people in the Mingguang Palace that this mysterious ghost turned out to be the fate of a wind master. Because he didn't ascend to the top, he came up to make trouble... There is no reason for him to jump anyway!"

The positive number of meritorious deeds is very positive, and I have to take the time to answer the question: "What do you know! Look at the blood raining flowers, what is the difference between being a fairy in the sky and jumping down to be a ghost? You are still a master!" Like In order to respond to the situation, Immediately there was a bell ringing in Xianjingli to sing praises to Huacheng.

In the rustling of people's words, the thin black-robed female officer walked towards the main hall with her sleeves wrapped around her sleeves.

The sun has just risen, and it is still a bit cold in Xianjing.

In addition to these small officials who set up the gamble, she knew that there were countless people in Xianjing who were concerned about the outcome, and if she walked two steps to the front of the hall, she could see one of them who was impatient.The Martial God leaning against the door looked tired, and the dark robe embroidered with gold thread was casually put on his body. When he saw her, he woke up completely. He stepped forward and asked, "Did you jump?"

Lingwen said expressionlessly: "No, it's about to go."

The man at the door said: "Oh, you..." He couldn't finish his sentence.What about Lingwen?That person was supposed to ascend hundreds of years ago, and no one in this fairy capital knows better than the two of them.

Lingwen walked past him and said, "Go inside, it's too cold outside."

Martial God had no choice but to follow her in, while sighing in a low voice: "He will not be happy if he goes down to order generals..."

Lingwen stepped over the threshold with his clothes lifted, and said calmly: "Is he very happy in his current appearance?"

The Martial God was silent, and only looked back at the clouds and mists surrounding Xianjing, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate to Bogu Town in the world.

What Lingwen said, he is not incapable of understanding.It's not hard to guess who Xuan Gui can go to.If that person had given up on it a long time ago, if he didn't want to be a god again, neither he nor Lingwen could figure it out, and maybe only this mysterious ghost would do it, and there was still some drama.It's hard to tell whether it's good or bad, after all, the longer the person wanders in the world, the more ghostly barriers and exhaustive worries that Shi Wudu can't get rid of.Xuan Gui's soaring this time did not only break through his own situation.

In any case, it is now done, and ghost barriers cannot stop the immortal body of the heavenly priest.

The compound to the south of Bogu Town was taken over by a pair of brothers two years ago. The eldest son, Shenlong, can't see the end, and the younger son is alone, so he can often see it.No one in the town knew the background of these two people, but everyone knew about Fuyu.

"I've seen a huge piece of withered melon vines in the backyard of his house, and under the vines there is a bronze horse and a golden cart!" The boy in the restaurant sneaked away from his busy schedule, chatting with the old storyteller by the window in a low voice. .

The old storyteller said: "Bronze horses and golden chariots? You have to carry a God of Wealth on your back, right?"

The boy said: "I really saw it, don't you believe it!"

The old storyteller pushed away his approaching face: "Bah! Bronze horses and golden chariots, are those used by ordinary people? You don't have any brains!"

The boy felt ashamed, and continued to mix tea and pour water resentfully.The old storyteller squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man with a weak crown who was lowering his eyes and writing fan pictures not far away—that was one of the protagonists in their idle stories.The man was dressed in a plain white shirt, and he didn't have the slightest hint of a wealthy family, but maybe it was because he was rich in his bones, sitting in this market place, he didn't look like a person in the market place.

In his free time, he came to sit in the restaurant next to the wine pouring table and helped people make fans.But Bogu Town itself is not a rich place. There are few people who are so elegant, and many people who are illiterate. In the end, they are all writing family letters and praying yellow talismans for others.He is also a warm-hearted person. If people say that they can help him with writing talismans, most of them will help him.

What was written on the talisman was something that ghosts and gods should take care of, but he used real money to take care of it.Every time the villagers were grateful, the man would laugh and say, "It's all the same, it's all the same." People are confused, they are all the same, why is it the same?

Everyone in the town said that the two brothers were the gods of wealth brought by the wind, one was in charge of making money and the other was in charge of losing money.It stands to reason that the one who made money should be more grateful, but no one has ever seen that person.It is more reliable to say that he is a businessman who is away all the year round, but it is not reliable to say that he is a thief who robs the rich and helps the poor, but dare not show his face at will.

But no matter how it is passed on, the fan in the building is only heard as a story, and it has never been annoying.

"Brother, I can't write this, how about another sentence?"

Today's cold dew is the time for the fire parade in the town.There were quite a few tourists in the building, all of whom came to see the excitement, and the work of making fans finally got a business.It's just that most of the people who come here are foreigners, and they don't know the rules of this person - the word Feng Shui is not written on the fan.

The person who paid for the writing didn't hesitate, and said: "It's okay, I can't write a romantic and suave question, what should I write?"

The young man in white shirt scratched his head and said, "Why don't you make a lot of money?"

Please the person who writes is speechless, does this person also use the fan as a talisman?

The little girl selling sugar water by the bar shouted: "Brother Fan, stop writing! The Shehuo team is here, come and watch together!"

After hearing this, Shi Qingxuan quickly packed up his things and said, "Look at you, I'm going back now."

Seeing this, the little girl ran over in two or three steps and stuffed a bagful of things into his arms, saying: "Hey, then take this away. Chongjiu wants to eat flower cakes. This is made by my mother. I want you to take it back." Eat with my brother."

This year's cold dew coincides with the Double Ninth Festival, which is why the villagers who built water conservancy projects are scheduled to return today.Shi Qingxuan is kind-hearted, straightforward, and likable in nature. Most of the elders in the town miss his elder brother and are alone all year round.

In addition, everyone knew that he was a sick child, so he was unemployed at home.There are two gourds hanging from the waist, one is medicine and the other is wine.Every time he got dizzy from drinking and said something like "this life is not mine, I don't know when he will come to take it", others would think that he was talking about the king of Hades in the underworld, and lamented that he laughed every day, In fact, dragging the sick body, I must still worry in my heart.

Shi Qingxuan squeezed out a smile, took the cloth bag containing the flower cake, and walked downstairs with two gourds in desperation.Behind him, the theater troupe of the blood society in the market has already made a fuss, and he can't see this thing.

He was no longer afraid of He Sheng claiming his life, it would be better to say that he only thought that this life was borrowed from He Xuan, and he could no longer be the master, otherwise he would not have been taking the immortal medicine given by Lingwen—this It was the only compromise in the protracted invisible confrontation between him and his brother.Sometimes, just because blood is thicker than water, it is more difficult for people to understand each other.

He was afraid that thousands of people would hide in a sea, and that person would not be able to find him, so he stayed in this Bogu town.But the man didn't find him for a long time, probably because he still didn't have the qualifications to repay the debt.Before the Earth Master broke down the temple, amidst the turbulent flow of ghosts, the last words He Xuan said to him are still fresh in his memory.

"I will never accept your love."

There was a burst of cheers from the Blood Society fire parade behind, presumably the protagonist finally appeared on the stage, causing Shi Qingxuan to look back.This is his old problem. If there is any movement, he can't help but look back.

He was not far away, and he couldn't see the specific situation in the parade clearly, he could only see the flames dancing in the parade, reflecting half of the sky red.He recalled that when that man was an official in the Heavenly Court, every mid-autumn festival he beat the drum to pass the wine. If he didn't pass the wine cup to him, he would be as if he didn't exist, so the drama about him would not go to Xianjing once in a few years. stage.At that time, there were hundreds of officials under Junwu, who would have thought that the real story of this person would be staged in this social fire every year.

He turned his head suddenly, but there was another person in front of him out of thin air, it was the person in the play.

His heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't tell whether the blood in his body was cold or hot.

It has been several springs and autumns since the parting of life and death before, but the familiar face of this person in front of him is as close as yesterday.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

This person is like his inner demon. If he doesn't see him, he thinks about it every day, and he talks nonsense about why this body is so worried. Then we will never see each other again.

The man in black clothes stood in front of his eyes, like a cold iron covered with frost, he said, "Why, are you dumb again?"

Shi Qingxuan tightened his cuffs, lowered his head and asked, "Are you here to take my life?"

The person on the opposite side didn't speak, so he couldn't bear the silence, so he could only continue talking slowly: "I have already thought about it...Whenever you come to take this life, I will give it to you. If you don't come to take this life, I just took it as a borrowed one and used it to help others..."

The man said again: "What you owe me, is one life enough to pay it off?"

Shi Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "It's impossible, what do you want, just open your mouth..."

"The mortal body has a lifespan of only 50 to [-] years. How can you pay it off?"

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan finally heard something strange, and raised his head in a daze.Ever since He Xuan took off the mask of the Earth Master, he has always disdained to be so persuasive and persuasive to him.In the past, the man's eyes always seemed to be burning with two handfuls of inexhaustible fire, and no one could see what was burning. Now, although his face is still as cold as frost, his eyes are as bright and broad as the sky.

Shi Qingxuan asked in a trembling voice: "...Did you promise me to pay it back?" He didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of waking himself up and realizing that it was just a dream.

He Xuan didn't answer, just put his two fingers together, and a majestic magic circle bloomed under his feet.The mist surged in the formation, reflecting the silhouettes of Xianjing and Yaochi in the sky, and a hundred feet of fresh air poured out from them, enveloping Shi Qingxuan like clouds and rain.The faces of the people in the formation are stern, with Xingye hooking the moon behind them, and the aura of aura between their eyebrows. They wave their fingers and use the earth as silk, and the air rainbow as a hair, forming a talisman seal.

"Kunyu is the evidence, and the sky will be bright. He Xuan, the master of the earth, swears by this inscription, and appoints you as a general."

He looked straight at Shi Qingxuan and stretched out a hand: "Would you like it?"

Among the clouds and smoke, Shi Qingxuan forced himself to press down with tears, and stretched out trembling hands to shake hands with him.Perhaps only his teacher Qingxuan, who was rejected again and again because of his dedication, was shattered again and again, and staggered towards that person with bruises, but never approached his side, knew what was happening in front of him. How rare is this hand that stretched out.

"Come with me to have a drink on the drinking table." He Xuan said, holding his trembling hand tightly.

After the blood show on the street was over, the tourists in the restaurant also dispersed.There was still some freshly brewed chrysanthemum warm wine left in the back kitchen, so the shopkeeper distributed it to the beggars in the building.The little girl selling sugar water hugged two jars, and ran to the drinking platform outside the building.She clearly saw Shi Qingxuan and someone drinking on the high platform just now, and she thought about sharing a pot with him.But when she went to the high platform, there was no trace of the two of them.

Autumn is deep and the dew is heavy, there is a hazy moon in the space on the stage, and the wind is blowing thousands of miles away.

In that year, Xianjing was rebuilt, the Earth Master returned to his place, and the Fengshi godhead was filled into the ghost bones, and he was exiled in the world.The godhead of the navy has no intention of surrendering to the master, and the position of the navy is vacant.Most of the Xianshi dossiers were lost when Xianjing fell, and whenever it was mentioned that the dossiers had to be recompiled, the Lingwen Hall would complain endlessly.

"The original owner of the navy's godhead is gone now, how should I write this?" A little priest said with a headache while biting the tip of his pen.

Another older person next to him answered him: "I heard that the original sailor fell into a ghost, and in order to return to Xianjing, he was wandering in the East China Sea to find his third catastrophe. But Master Lingwen said before that in the past ten years His fortune may already be his third catastrophe."

The little priest couldn't figure out the deep meaning of this, so he simply wrapped the file in his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, write another one first!"

He dug out the dossier of the geographer, thinking that this is easy to write.Not only is the lord still in the rank of immortals, but everything has been well documented, there is also a heavenly priest who can speak eloquently, whenever someone asks about his lord's heroic deeds, he can immediately pull out a jar of wine and say it vividly It didn't stop for a few hours.

The little priest spread out the tome, only to find that the last person who compiled the tome had written all of his life before his ascension.There is a saying that the teacher of the earth was born in Bogu, passed away in Bogu, Nirvana was completed in the copper furnace, and the obsession was broken in Hanlu. At the end of the scroll, there are two lines in lower script, saying:

Grind away the ups and downs of the world's dreams, hate has no limit, and the sword of wisdom will break the calamity.

Be inspired.And break the cauldron and revisit Xianque.

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