065. Warning

The divination by the Zhu family was too broad, and no detailed information was obtained. It was useless to worry anymore.

Now that the inn at the foot of the mountain is gone, a group of people will surely die in Yuzhou's secret mission. Whether there will be chaos or not is not something Qingling can control. After resting for two days, he will have to rush to Dingzhou.

According to the notes obtained from Qiu Ping, Shang Changheng's body was divided into five parts and buried in five dragon veins. After comparing with Zhu Lezhi's map, the approximate locations of all the tombs were determined.

Two of them are Huangshan Ridge and Zhanlong Mountain which were taken away by Dongyi, but the dragon vein of Zhanlong Mountain is dead. The other three tombs correspond to the Dingzhou Cangjun Mountains, Ningzhou Rongzhang Ridge and Yinzhou Junziling Mountains of today's Daxia, all of which are mountains with overlapping peaks.

Five dragon veins, five sacrifices, but the fall of ancient Zhou was still sudden and irreversible.

Qingling didn't know whether Shang Changheng died in battle at the hands of the Dongyi people or at the hands of his own people, but he always inexplicably thought of Princess Ling of Dongli. The princess was not just a princess, she was the crown prince who could inherit the throne of Dongli. On the eve of the country's demise, she was sacrificed to the mountains and rivers and could not be reborn.

But Shang Changheng himself didn't seem to care much. After Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi went to rest, Qing Ling wanted to go to the bookstore in the city.

"Wait a moment." Shang Changheng stopped him, "Go later and deal with that monk first."

The bald donkey was obviously targeting Qingling, and Shang Changheng endured it for a while.

"What do you want to do?" Qing Ling was interested, but only for a moment, and then he shook his head dejectedly: "We can't just kill him."

The man lay on the table, looking rather regretful. Shang Changheng found it amusing, so he walked to his side, leaned over, hooked his hair and played with it, and laughed softly: "You have such a strong desire to kill, who is the more evil ghost between you and me?"

"He had bad intentions towards me first." Qingling was quite unconvinced.

But the Western Monk was a living person after all, so Shang Changheng couldn't take action. If Heavenly Dao determined that he had harmed innocent people, it would be a loss.

Thinking of this, Qing Ling hesitated again, "How about..."

"Don't worry." Shang Changheng curled up his fingertips and rubbed his fair and soft cheek, whispering: "The more people cherish their lives, the less they dare to risk their lives. He retreated last night, and he may not dare to fight with me today. But I went over to give him a little warning so that he won't miss you."

Qing Ling thought about it and realized that it was the same reason. In the confrontation with Shang Changheng yesterday, it was Monk Itxi who retreated first. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "That... is fine."

"Stop reading those unofficial histories. Take a good look at those dharma books and practice your qi." Shang Changheng pinched Qingling's chin before leaving, staring at him and continued, "Repaying the merits of heaven in the future is a matter of the future. A great medicine like you is a rare treasure in the eyes of demons and ghosts, not to mention demons and ghosts, even in the eyes of those who walk in the dark. Qingling, in their eyes, you are not a human."

Qingling felt a chill down his spine at these words.

He had indeed intentionally or unintentionally neglected these so-called esoteric skills, for fear that one day he would not be able to repay his debt to heaven. He did learn a few small spells for self-defense and exorcism, but he had really neglected the practice of Qi.

But he didn't understand why Shang Changheng said that.

The evil ghost who kept saying that he would take him to hell with him, just now spoke like... an elder.

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On the other side, Luo Jia returned to the guest room and felt more and more that something was wrong.

When he went downstairs, he passed by the room from last night. There was only some residual negative energy in it, as if the person had left last night. But when he came back, the room was filled with negative energy again, as if to prevent people from investigating.

How could such a coincidence happen?

What's more, even demons and ghosts are flocking to such a great medicine. If the senior in the room was not the one who traveled with the great medicine that could breathe, he must have also set his eyes on this treasure. Perhaps that is why he stayed in this inn. Such a rare treasure is indeed hard to come by, but one's life and property are more important!

The more he thought about it, the more dangerous it seemed. He might as well leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. Luo Jia did not take the two shady people seriously, but he was really afraid of the man he had never met, so he immediately got up and opened the door.

An extremely cold and chilling breath hit him in the face, and Luo Jia's face suddenly changed. He saw a rolling gray fog outside the door. He could not see anything clearly, and did not dare to enter the fog easily. At this moment, the Vajra Drum on his waist rang again, and the frequency was very rapid.

Boom boom boom!

The sound came one after another, almost pressing against the drum surface, and mixed in with the painful howls of thousands of people were heard at the top of their lungs.

This Buddha bone is made of human skin, bones and souls. When encountering evil, it will make sounds on its own, which can scare away evil spirits and even absorb ghosts into it. But even last night, this drum did not sound like this. This drum must have sensed the extremely dangerous crisis!

He immediately pulled out a black skull inlaid with brass from the yellow cloth bag across his shoulder. The skull looked like it was made from the head of a three or four-year-old child. Densely carved talismans could be seen on it. In the child's mouth was a Yin wood Buddhist bead.

Luojia whispered a few words in Ithaca, and the dark skeleton suddenly burst into sharp cries. The rolling fog stagnated, but before Luojia could breathe a sigh of relief, a sneer came from the fog.

“Crack.”

A crack appeared on the magic weapon made of the child's skull, as if an invisible hand was pinching it and slowly exerting force.

Luo Jia was horrified.

This thing is made of a virgin's skull, and is called Mou Chi Bone in its native land. As long as this thing cries, even the most vicious evil spirits will be captured. But I didn't expect that after just one encounter, it actually... cracked.

Before he could finish being shocked, the skull had completely cracked. Luo Jia was extremely horrified, because after the skull shattered, a little ghost with a pitch-black body and no hair crawled out. It had bloodshot eyes and a mouth full of sharp fangs, looking like an evil ghost with a lot of resentment. Now even Shang Changheng didn't have to do anything, because the little ghost pounced on Luo Jia with a shrill laugh and started biting him.

Luo Jia immediately made a hand seal and pressed it tightly on the little ghost's forehead. He had not forgotten the man in the dark. The evil spirit had forced him to retreat last night, and today it actually came directly to his door.

"Senior." Luo Jia's face turned pale. While fighting against the little ghost, he explained: "If you like that great medicine, I won't fight for it! Senior, you might as well leave a way out when you act!"

Shang Changheng sneered secretly, and now he was thinking of leaving him a way out. Looking at the messy magic weapons in his hands, he knew that this monk was an out-and-out evil cultivator, and he must have been ruthless in his past.

But who made him such a fierce ghost that he could not be tolerated by the world? The Heaven was watching him so harshly, so Shang Changheng just walked down the stairs. He warned in a cold voice: "This will not happen again. If you do it again, I will make your soul fly away."

The thick fog outside the door gradually dissipated, revealing the original corridor and fence. Luo Jia had no intention of thinking about how easy it was for this senior to talk to. He could only focus on the little ghost in front of him who was trying to take revenge after escaping from his control. On the other side, Shang Changheng had already returned to the room, ready to take Qingling out for a walk.

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Gujin Castle is just a small town on the edge of Yuzhou. When Qingling went out, he found that many people were rushing out of the city. When he went to the bookstore to choose unofficial history books, he asked casually.

"What are they going to do?"

The bookstore owner was an elderly scholar with white hair and beard. He sat at the door with a cane and sighed, "I heard that the abbot of Mingci Temple, Shanren, passed away. Mingci Temple will chant sutras for seven days. Anyone who has time can go and send him off. They also want to get some of the incense from Mingci Temple."

Qingling calmly put back the unofficial history book that he had read earlier and said "oh" softly.

Shanren's death was caused by him. Originally, it seemed that he would not live long. But at the last moment, his Buddhist heart was shattered. It can be said that he died with regret.

The boundary between good and evil is never just two words. Good is extreme evil, and evil can also have good. Qingling doesn't think he did anything wrong.

Shouldn’t Qiu Ping die?

A gentleman judges deeds rather than intentions. So what if he had selfish motives? Qiu Ping deserves to die, and those who shield him are equally guilty.

But the bookstore owner sighed and muttered to himself: "It is said that good people don't live long. Abbot Shanren also died of old age. The monks in Mingci Temple are easy to talk to. When people pray to the Buddha, they almost always grant their wishes. But when I go there, they talk about fate, karma, and that there is nothing they can do. I guess I have no fate with Buddha, so I won't join in the fun today."

Qing Ling asked casually, "What do you want to ask for, old sir?"

"Alas, I have no wife or children in my life. A few years ago, the Liu couple died of illness, leaving a child alone and helpless, so I took him in as a student." The bookstore owner couldn't help shaking his head when he said this. "Last year, the child read a few medical books and wanted to go into the mountains to learn about herbs. Who would have thought that he would never come back after he left. No one has ever seen him alive, and no one has ever seen his body after he died."

Many people die in the mountains. After all, there are wild beasts in the mountains, or they could fall and die.

But if it was an accidental death, the monks of Mingci Temple would not remain silent about it. They did not want to be associated with this matter. The child was most likely to have died in the inn at the foot of the mountain and became a meal for Yuzhou's criminal gang.

Qingling tried to imagine the life of the old man and the little boy, ordinary and mediocre, with the old having someone to rely on and the young being taken care of.

He can only explore human emotions, joys and sorrows from other people's lives.

"That child is probably in great danger." The bookstore owner looked towards the street intersection with cloudy eyes and a calm expression.

Qingling found that he had been looking in that direction for a long time, just like... knowing in his heart that the person he was waiting for might not come back, but still unwilling to give up, he just watched and hoped that one day the child he was waiting for would walk onto this street.

But the person he was waiting for had his soul turned into ghost food and there would be no reincarnation.

"When you get old, you talk a lot. Please forgive me for making fun of you, young master." The bookstore owner smiled apologetically and said, "If you two want to read any books, please tell me."

"Just..." Qing Ling was about to speak, but then suddenly stopped.

He and Shang Changheng looked at each other.

Shang Changheng then asked: "Can you see me?"

The bookstore owner laughed again, "What nonsense! Even if my eyesight is blurry, how can I not see such a grown man?"

Shang Changheng is a ghost. Anyone who can see him either has a special fate or is...about to die.