014. Vitality
In previous years, the Qing family did not allow servants to be present during sacrifices, but since they had to stay for a day this year, they still kept a few servants in the backyard.
Breakfast was delivered to each of their rooms. The wing rooms next to the main house in the front yard were for the elders, and the small rooms in the backyard were for the three young masters of the big house. The legitimate son Qing Wenxu was naturally in the main house in the backyard, and Qing Ling was in the ear room on the east side. They naturally could not eat breakfast, and the whole family gathered together for lunch.
However, everyone had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere during the meal was weird, especially Qing Wenxu, who looked up and frowned from time to time. He was scolded twice by Qing Congnan and his face looked very ugly.
Before they went back, Qing Congnan reminded him, "Don't leave the ancestral hall." Qing Ling was a little curious. Why did he think that everything would be fine in the ancestral hall? The female ghost was still staring at Qing Wenxu not far away.
Just when Qing Ling was about to go back, he unexpectedly discovered that Qing Conglan and his wife had gone to Qing Congnan's house. He deliberately leaned against the window by the back wall and heard the conversation coming from inside.
"I told you back then that you couldn't do that." Qing Conglan sneered, "What's wrong with what sister-in-law said? This evil boy shouldn't have been brought back. So many things happened after he came back. Brother, you created such a disaster. If you had dealt with him earlier, we might still have a chance to survive!"
After a moment of silence, Qing Congnan said coldly, "That bitch's story is strange. She should have died back then! Qingling can't be killed either. Since that person didn't kill him, how can we do it? If the Qing family gave Qingling, how could he not protect the Qing clan members? Don't pretend to be a virtuous saint. Didn't you want that bitch at the beginning? It was just that I got there first and you lost the chance to be the head of the family. Now it's hindsight. If you were smart, you would know what to do."
Neither of the two brothers gave in to the other, but the gentle lady began to persuade them softly: "Brother, Master, calm down. I think Qingling is not an easy child to get along with. He is very quiet, like an ice stone."
Qing Conglan sneered, "He was left alone until he was about to die, and then he was stuffed into the backyard. How can we expect him to be friendly to the Qing family? It would have been better to do as my father said and kill him back then, and send the guy in Zhanlong Mountain away at the same time. Why did we end up in this situation today?"
"That's enough." Qing Congnan frowned. "As long as we deal with that bitch, Qing Ling is a young man who has never seen the world. The colder you treat him, the more he will understand that he has no way to survive in this world without the Qing family. I have my own plans for the sacrifice tonight. You guys go back."
"You..." Qing Conglan's tone sounded as if he was shocked, and then he snorted coldly as if he knew something, "You'd better be able to solve it."
Qingling quietly hid in the corner, lowering his head in thought.
So this is what it meant to record him as the legitimate son today. No wonder he always felt there was something wrong here.
Before he survived, Qing Congnan didn't know whether he could be loved by Shang Changheng, but it was very simple that he could survive with his protection, but would die without it, so he only left him an elderly Yu Bo.
Now that he had escaped from Zhanlong Mountain alive, how could a man who had lived a hard life for so long give up the position of the head of the family he had just obtained? So it was natural for him to work hard for the Qing family. After all, they were all in the same boat.
But he didn't expect that Qingling knew that the Qing family would be wiped out by Shang Changheng sooner or later. Let alone being the head of a family, even if he was as rich as a country, Qingling would not accept the offer. He wanted to live.
As for Qing Conglan, he was not a good guy at all. He was about to be killed just now.
There were also those unknown "sacrifices" prepared by Qing Wenxu himself, plus the illegitimate second son who was clearly on Qing Wenxu's side.
The whole family of Qingzhai are lawless criminals.
Qingling concluded that none of them were good.
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As night fell, the moon began to appear in the sky.
Shang Changheng appeared in the house again, standing in front of the open window and looking out.
"I'm going to leave for a while when it gets dark," he said.
Qingling sat at the table with his chin in his hand, and shifted his gaze after hearing this.
"To get something from the ground?"
Shang Changheng hummed, and said seriously, "This ancestral hall has been set up with a corpse-raising formation. The yin energy is too heavy. Don't leave this room easily."
At this moment, the evil ghost, who was usually sinister and paranoid, was unusually calm and dignified.
Qingling vaguely caught a glimpse of certain indelible gentlemanly legacy that was engraved into his soul.
But in a moment of distraction, the evil spirit was already in front of him.
My jaw was pinched by cold fingers, and the evil handsome face came very close, whispering almost threateningly, "Be good and wait for me."
Qingling snorted.
I must have been dazzled just now.
After the last ray of setting sun disappeared into the darkness, Shang Changheng's figure also quietly disappeared. Qingling could roughly guess that the name of the Corpse Raising Array was so straightforward, how could he not guess what was being raised under the ancestral hall? That should be Shang Changheng's target.
The moon shone on the empty courtyard, and a figure nimbly climbed over the courtyard wall. The man looked at the courtyard filled with yin energy and mixed with a faint smell of corpses and fell into a brief silence. Then he gently pushed open the door of the house where the yin energy was even thicker.
Qingling, who was sitting in the house, looked outside and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Master Miaoyuan?" Qingling stood up and saw that the person standing outside the door was none other than the monk Miaoyuan who had saved his life on the mountain road that day. He stepped aside to invite the person in and asked, "Why are you here?"
Miaoyuan has been practicing Buddhism since he was young, and the monks of Wunian Temple mainly focus on body training. When he saw Qingling that day, he was in a hurry to go to Zhanlong Mountain, so he only found the weirdness of his fate but did not deduce it carefully. Now it seems that his fate is really ridiculously bad. Looking at the vague deathly aura on his body, it is clear that he is a person who should have died young, but he is still alive today.
Miao Yuan had a complicated expression on his face. As he walked into the house, he said, "To make it short, benefactor, you must have seen the evil spirit at the foot of Zhanlong Mountain. That evil spirit has practiced for a thousand years and will definitely bring disaster to the world. It was too late for me to rush to Zhanlong Mountain. The evil spirit had broken the seal and re-entered the world. I hope you can help me kill the evil spirit!"
He spoke very quickly and it was obvious that he was in a hurry. Qingling was shocked when he heard about the killing. In his impression, monks were generally compassionate and rarely were they so decisive.
But after considering it for a moment, Qing Ling asked: "How should we proceed?"
Seeing that he agreed, Miao Yuan immediately said, "Let's set up the formation first. I will then cover up your aura and use my substitute to lure the evil spirit into the formation, and then I can kill it! Now that you have agreed, just tell me your birth date and I can start preparing!"
Shang Changheng is a deadly blade. Qingling finally found a glimmer of hope from this knife and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Qing Ling wrote down his eight characters. Just as he started writing the two characters "Gui Mao", he suddenly heard a scream from outside. It was very short and stopped abruptly as soon as it came out.
Miao Yuan frowned and looked suddenly in the direction where the scream came from.
"Why does this house look like a ghost cave?" Miao Yuan said in a low voice.
Qingling's hand also paused.
Could it be that Qing Wenxu has started taking action?
Miao Yuan hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and decided to go and take a look. If there was an evil ghost harming people, how could he just turn a blind eye? !
As soon as he moved, Qingling stopped him.
"Master Miaoyuan."
Miao Yuan turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qingling held the pen tightly, his expression as calm as water.
"It's better not to get involved in other people's karma."
After hearing this, Miao Yuan's expression gradually became serious, and he looked at the handsome young man in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.
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