030. Mystery

Shang Changheng couldn't explain why he wanted to destroy his own body.

Before coming here, he held out a glimmer of hope that he could remember more from the clues of his life, and he did not want his body to continue to be buried in that place, but the fragments of memory just now gave him an inexplicable feeling - his body could not be left behind, it must be destroyed, completely destroyed.

There was no reason, just a mysterious feeling, as if if he didn't do this, something would happen that Shang Changheng could not recover from and could not bear.

So Shang Changheng destroyed the long-rotted remains without hesitation, even though that was his former self.

On the way back, Shang Changheng returned to the Huanlong Pendant and never appeared again, but Qingling kept recalling the memory that did not belong to him.

He has hardly seen any people in the past eighteen years. After coming out of the mountains, each of the Qing family had their own ulterior motives, for self-protection or revenge. Qing Ling watched them die one by one. He only knew that he had to live, but he never thought about how to live. It seemed that just passing by day by day was living.

He had never had such a vivid experience, and there was nothing good to recall, but now... Shang Changheng's past had become a past that he could recall.

The round trip didn't take long. When they returned to the small courtyard in the mountains to stay temporarily, it was not yet dark. Qingling ate a meal and washed up briefly before returning to the cabin.

Even in summer, the nights in the mountains are cooler. Qingling hung mosquito repellent sachets at the door, window and in front of the couch, and then placed the dragon pendant in front of the window. The simple small wooden window was open, and Qingling looked up. There were rarely stars and moon in Zhanlong Mountain. If the lights were turned off, it would be pitch dark.

"What are you looking at?"

Shang Changheng's voice sounded beside him, and Qingling caught a glimpse of a corner of his clothes. The dark blue was almost the same as the black in the dim light, just like this evil spirit, which was a thick ink color.

Qingling thought of Shang Changheng of another color again. He couldn't quite describe it, but felt that it should be like the clouds in the sky when the sun rises, or the morning dew reflecting the fragmented light, or the gurgling clear mountain spring. In short... it was gentle and bright.

Without waiting for his answer, Shang Changheng said, "There's nothing outside."

"Yes." Qing Ling answered absentmindedly, "Zhanlong Mountain has always been like this. The mountains are not good, the water is not good, and there are rarely any moons and stars at night."

But this is where he has lived for eighteen years.

After a few moments of silence, Shang Changheng said, "There are rocks, flowers, and wind."

This is also the place where Shang Changheng was trapped for a thousand years.

Qing Ling's heart was filled with emotions that he himself did not understand, and his heart was filled with bitterness. He reached out to hold the small table in front of the window, lowered his head and said softly: "I see you, Shang Changheng, your brothers and sisters are all well, you..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

What else can I say.

Shang Changheng died at such a young age. What about them who fell into a century of chaos along with the Great Zhou? No one cared about them in history, and they didn't even leave their names behind.

A cold embrace came from behind, and Shang Changheng's icy breath fell on his ears.

"Qingling, why do the spectators have such expressions?" he asked.

Qing Ling suddenly remembered that he was just a spectator. The high spirits, laughter, and scolding all belonged to those young men who had long been unknown to anyone. He just watched it once, so why did it come to this?

"I don't know." Qing Ling closed his eyes, pushed Shang Changheng's hand away, turned around and said to Shang Changheng: "What should we do next?"

Shang Changheng also took a step back. There was still warmth from a living person on his fingertips, which he gently twisted under his sleeves.

"Find what's left of me," he said.

Qing Ling was stunned. The tomb under Zhanlong Mountain was really simple, so simple that even other tombs were better than his. But there was indeed a head inside. Shang Changheng said he wanted to find other corpses. Could it be that... he was dismembered and buried?

This is also very strange.

Why separate them if they have already been buried? If you don't want to bury them, just leave the bodies exposed in the wilderness. Why bother?

But thinking of the densely packed spells on the tomb wall, Qingling felt that this matter was not simple. No one knew who Shang Changheng had offended during his lifetime, and after his death he was to be dismembered and buried, with talismans sealing the tomb. The soul trapped in the coffin could neither live nor die. What deep hatred was behind this?

Could it be the barbarians who destroyed the Zhou Dynasty?

"How do I find it?" Qing Ling frowned with a headache, "Do you know where it is somewhere else?"

"I can only feel the general direction." Shang Changheng turned his gaze to the east, which was the opposite direction of the downhill road.

Zhanlong Mountain is called this name because the mountain looks like a decapitated dragon, and Zhanlong Mountain is the severed dragon head. To the west is a plain, and to the east are endless mountains.

Qing Ling was silent for a moment and then said, "Then let's find it."

If you only know the approximate direction but not the exact location, then searching like this is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack, but Qingling didn't say anything else.

Shang Changheng asked: "Do you agree to this?"

"Otherwise?" Qing Ling asked back, his face calm: "I have no other choice."

But he didn't say that he still had a little selfish motive.

He wanted to see that memory again.

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He said he wanted to go look for the corpse, but you can't just go on a long journey, so Qingling had no choice but to take Miaoyuan back to Lincang City.

The Qing family case has been hastily concluded. It is said that the second young master Qing Wenlin went mad and killed his entire family, and then committed suicide in the ancestral hall. However, rumors about Qing Ling are still rife. Qing Ling does not care. The first thing he does when he returns is to pack up those scrolls and ancient books.

Although Shang Changheng said that he was very suitable for this industry, Qingling was actually not very interested in it. To put it simply, he did it just to save his life.

When Miao Yuan knew that the man and the ghost were going to continue to look for Shang Changheng's remains, although he didn't understand why, he still gave a suggestion: "If you want to find a grave, you might as well find someone who can divide gold and determine the location. As long as Mr. Shang can determine the approximate location, you can ask this person to find the grave there. I think it will be twice the result with half the effort."

Qing Ling actually had this idea a long time ago. After all, although Shang Changheng's tomb was not a good place with good feng shui, as long as he went against the flow and looked for a very dangerous place, he might find it!

"Master Miaoyuan, have you ever met anyone who knows Feng Shui?" Qingling asked.

Miao Yuan paused and said tactfully, "Wunian Temple came out of the mountains mostly to exterminate evil spirits, so they generally have no intersection with them."

Qingling understood.

Wunian Temple is a prestigious and upright sect, and has nothing to do with grave digging.

Qing Ling was finally a little worried. He had just figured out the method of cultivation, and hadn't even figured out the techniques left by the Qing family, let alone the extremely complicated Yi Xue. Even if he learned it now, it would be too late, and Shang Changheng was even less reliable.

"Donor Qing, it seems like a guest has arrived." Miao Yuan said suddenly.

Qingling pushed the door open and looked out, just in time to hear someone knocking on the door. He knew from the bolt that they were not here to cause trouble, so Qingling thought to himself and went to open the door.

Unexpectedly, the person standing outside was a very unfamiliar yamen runner.

The yamen runner was a little timid, looking like he was just trying to get to the door, and he didn't dare to speak loudly, "Excuse me...are you the Third Young Master Qing?"

"It's me." Qing Ling looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

The yamen runner nodded immediately and said, "I am Wang San. Our new county magistrate, Lord Zhang, sent me here to ask the Third Master to come to his mansion."

The man spoke quite respectfully, but Qingling couldn't help but think of the last Lord Luo. He was afraid that this was a Hongmen Feast, so he reached out and touched the dragon pendant hanging on his chest. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then lead the way."

Go and see what this new adult is up to.

The treatment this time was very good. The yamen runners also brought a carriage, so the journey was naturally much faster. They did not go to the yamen, but to the private residence of Mr. Zhang.

As soon as Qing Ling entered the door, a man in his thirties stood up to greet him. The man had a beard and had a gentle appearance. He sounded quite scholarly when he spoke.

"My name is Zhang Qingshan. Young Master Qing, thank you for coming to my house. Please take a seat. Someone, serve the tea."

Qingling was extremely alert. As the saying goes, it is not a good deal if you try to get ahead of others. Lord Zhang was so warm and welcoming, either he had evil intentions or he wanted to ask for something. After all, it is no exaggeration to say that officials in a small town can cover the sky with one hand. Since ancient times, people have never fought against officials, which shows that official power is very useful against ordinary people.

"Thank you." Qingling followed his wishes and took a seat.

Zhang Qingshan sat opposite him. After the servants served Qingling tea, he rubbed his hands and said, "Young Master, please have a taste. I am new here and there is no good tea in your house. Please don't think that I am not being well-received."

"It's nothing." Qing Ling didn't touch the tea, but said softly: "Master Zhang hurriedly sent someone to call me here, I think there must be something, why not tell me directly."

"Ah..." Zhang Qingshan pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, then sighed: "To be honest, Young Master Qing, this officialdom matter... let's not talk about it. It was unexpected for me to come to Lincang City. The previous Lord Luo was a swindler and idler, and I really inherited a mess! Right now... right now there is a case that Lord Luo has always suppressed and never reported to the higher-ups. When I took office, I checked the files and found this unsolved case, so I took the initiative to report it. Unexpectedly, my immediate superior was afraid of being punished for not governing his subordinates strictly, so he sent the files back and ordered that the case must be solved within the second half of the month!"

Zhang Qingshan couldn't laugh and just sighed as he finished speaking.

Qingling also roughly understood the whole story. Luo Qingxiang had a case in his hands that had never been reported to the higher-ups... or perhaps it was tacitly approved by the higher-ups. As a result, Zhang Qingshan seemed to be unfamiliar with the person above him, so he took the initiative to report the case, but ended up getting himself into trouble.

Qing Ling asked, "But I, a commoner, can't help much."

"Please take a look at the file first, Young Master Qing." Zhang Qingshan reluctantly ordered someone to bring it up, and then said to Qingling, "I already knew that Young Master Qing... might not be an ordinary person. I might be able to help with this case."

Qingling remained calm.

I thought, could this case be more difficult to solve than the Qing family's mess?