026. Jade
Qingling learned that Miaoyuan came from Wunian Temple. To the west of Jinzhou, there is an ancient capital called Linyang. Wunian Temple on Songyun Mountain in Linyang is a very popular Buddhist temple. The temple is full of martial monks, and there are 4,900 steps alone.
There haven't been many evil spirits in recent years, so the monks of Wunian Temple will not go out unless necessary. Miaoyuan is two years older than Qingling, and he went out of the mountain to gain experience at the behest of his elders. He hasn't encountered anything powerful in the six months since he went down the mountain. Who would have thought that by chance that day, he would run into Shang Changheng, a tough guy.
When Miao Yuan released the lightning, he had actually thought about how he would die. He never thought that one day he would be able to eat at the same table with evil spirits, and then be able to recite the rosary safely.
Although Miaoyuan had not encountered too many evil spirits, he had learned a lot. Qingling asked for advice for a long time before holding the oil lamp and returning to the other side of the room. As soon as he entered the door, he was hugged by Shang Changheng and almost spilled the lamp oil.
"What do you have to say to that monk? Why are you reluctant to leave at this hour?" Shang Changheng spoke in a sarcastic tone.
Qing Ling was not polite and said, "Let's discuss how to kill you."
He pushed Shang Changheng's shoulder again and said, "Let go. If the lamp oil spills on me, I don't want to die, and I don't want to be burned to death."
Shang Changheng did not let go, but took the oil lamp from him, raised his hand, and the oil lamp floated steadily to the table and placed itself properly.
Qing Ling simply let him hold her, and suddenly asked, "Where are you usually?"
Shang Changheng would only show up when he wanted to, but when he didn't want to come out, Qingling couldn't see him. It was unknown whether he had hidden himself or attached himself to something.
"The soul has no place to rest, so it can only go with the flow." Shang Changheng spoke each word slowly and steadily.
Qingling felt something was not right.
Because Shang Changheng's hand was touching his collar, the smile on his lips was somewhat meaningful.
"I…"
"Your clothes are made of good material. They are quite comfortable to wear occasionally."
The three words "I don't want to listen" were stuck between his lips and tongue. Qing Ling tried to push his hand away expressionlessly, but Shang Changheng grabbed his wrist instead. The hugging posture was already ambiguous, and Qing Ling was young and inexperienced, but the silence for a few breaths made him feel flustered and at a loss.
He didn't know whether Shang Changheng meant that.
But it was useless to refuse, and it seemed like he was willing to obey. No matter what he did, it didn't feel right. In that short moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the end, he only whispered dryly: "Do you... do you... want to?"
"Well, what do you want to do?" Shang Changheng asked casually, he was looking down at Qingling's hand.
Thin, pretty, with some invisible calluses that can only be felt by touching.
He spread the fingers of that hand and put his own fingers in, then clenched them, with their palms touching and their fingers interlocked. He could feel Qingling's fresh warmth.
Even without the Yang Fire, he was still a living person, and his body was naturally warm. However, Shang Changheng didn't like anyone to hurt his little wife, so he used some tricks to make them feel the coldness of Qingling's body like a corpse.
He heard Qingling say something softly after a moment of silence.
"What can I do?"
It's not a question, but a kind of helplessness of accepting one's fate.
But it was only in this matter. Qingling's obsession with staying alive shocked him. Even at this moment, she was willing to devote herself to him just for the chance to survive.
But Qingling is his wife.
They can't be separated.
Shang Changheng thought darkly and paranoidly that the cause and effect between him and the Qing family had not yet been resolved. It was a very mysterious feeling in the dark. As long as Qingling was still alive, this cause and effect would not be over. This was what the Qing family owed him, and Qingling should be his. This was as it should be, and it was natural.
Shang Changheng pinched Qingling's chin and kissed him without giving him any chance to refuse. He did not answer, but used this kiss to tell Qingling that he would never let this man go.
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In the other side room of the main house, Miaoyuan, who had been practicing Buddhism since childhood and had sharp hearing and eyesight far beyond those of ordinary people, was meditating and chanting on the couch when he suddenly heard some noise.
It's hard to describe, a mixture of oppression and heaviness.
Although they are monks, the monks of Wu Nian Temple are not ignorant of worldly affairs. The less you understand some things, the easier it is to confuse your mind. It is better to understand them early. Buddha talks about compassion. Killing is also compassion. Compassion is for all living beings, not for one person. Desire is a poison that penetrates the intestines. When there is desire, there is selfishness.
The principle was clearly explained, but it was the first time that Miao Yuan had encountered such a situation. The young monk blushed and could not think of any solution for a while. He endured it until midnight when he suddenly remembered that he could seal his ears!
So he immediately sealed his ears, and suddenly the world became quiet.
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Qing Ling was unable to get up early the next day. He had only practiced for two days but was still a mortal body. He really couldn't bear it. Not only did he sleep until noon, but he also opened his eyes drowsily after lunch time.
As soon as I woke up, I heard some noise in the yard. Qingling, with his hair loose and wearing a robe, floated to the door like a ghost and pushed it open.
The sun was shining brightly, and last night's thunderstorm didn't even leave any water stains. He stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and then looked into the yard, and saw Miao Yuan and Shang Changheng fighting in the yard.
Miaoyuan is a martial monk who is very skillful in punches and kicks. Shang Changheng also behaves like a human being, and the fight is quite lively.
Qingling hadn't eaten yet and had no strength left, so he leaned against the pillar under the eaves with his shoulders folded.
Shang Changheng stopped hitting her. He also had his long hair loose. He casually brushed it back as if it was in the way and glanced at Miao Yuan: "It's not bad."
Miao Yuan remained silent. The monks of Wunian Temple mainly trained their bodies and had internal energy. It was broad daylight and it was the time when yang was strong and yin was weak. However, this evil spirit fought with him for more than an hour without changing his expression. It was really outrageous.
Shang Changheng had already walked up to Qingling and said to him, "The monk prepared lunch in the backyard. It should not be cold by now."
Qing Ling had just woken up and actually had no appetite. He remembered that the evil ghost had deliberately said yesterday that it had lived in his clothes. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Qing Ling still took it to heart.
And the clothes that Shang Changheng is wearing...
Funeral clothes are somewhat unlucky.
"What's suitable for your shelter, wood carving?" Qingling asked.
Shang Changheng was slightly stunned.
Miao Yuan in the yard had already spoken, "Ghost masters often use magical tools to make spirits live in their bodies. Most of them are soul flags, which are all made by secret methods. As for this evil...well, you can find a piece of good jade with enough water content and wear it with you. Your fate is yin, and you are a corpse-born child. In this way, he can temporarily avoid the scorching air of the day and avoid lightning."
Qing Ling nodded: "Thank you, can the ghost change his clothes? Just burn them for him?"
"Well, we need to know this person's birth date and name, otherwise there might be wandering spirits passing by..." Miao Yuan paused and shook his head, "Forget it, with him here, no wandering spirits dare to get close."
After expressing his thanks, Qingling looked at Shang Changheng, thinking that Miaoyuan was still calling for his death yesterday, but now he has changed his attitude.
But he found that Shang Changheng was also looking at him quietly with an inexplicable expression.
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There weren't many things left by the Qing family, but there was a very special piece of jade.
The jade pendant was a green jade dragon pendant, crystal clear and without even a trace of crack. Qing Congnan treasured it and kept it in a separate box.
When he took it out and wore it around his neck, Shang Changheng stared at the jade for a long time, with a trace of extremely suppressed pain clearly on his face.
Qing Ling asked hurriedly: "Have you seen this jade?"
"Hmm." Shang Changheng held his forehead with his hand and frowned, "I have seen it... where have I seen it? This jade... this jade..."
He bowed slightly, muttering constantly, and the evil spirit that had been well restrained in his body could not be controlled and surged out. The jade made his chaotic and blurred memory fragments roll violently like boiling water.
"The wind blows thousands of miles, and I wear it as a jade pendant."
"Only my Shang family can wear this jade!"
"Emperor Jade..."
Shang Changheng raised his eyes suddenly and said, "The Dragon Ring Pendant... yes, it is the Emperor's Jade..."
Qingling was stunned.
Only then did he remember that during the Zhou Dynasty a thousand years ago, the hierarchy and rules were strict. This dragon ring pendant is actually very common nowadays, and dignitaries all wear it as ornaments, but at that time it seemed that only the emperor was qualified to use it. If this green jade dragon ring pendant is really an ancient jade from a thousand years ago, and it is a jade that only the Zhou emperor can wear, then it is not surprising that Shang Changheng has seen it.
After all, the last emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, Emperor Ling of Zhou, was named Shang Changjun.
He just didn't know what kind of entanglement the Qing family had with them a thousand years ago. After all, he had never seen the word Qing in ancient books.
"Then do you remember Shang Changjun?" Qingling asked while the iron was hot.
Shang Changheng had recovered. He straightened his back again, with that pine-like posture again. When he heard the name "Shang Changjun", his expression changed slightly, and he fell into a long silence again.
"I..." Shang Changheng shook his head and said, "I seem to remember it, but not clearly."
Qing Ling sighed, "Then how can you be sure that the Qing family is the culprit who sealed you under Zhanlong Mountain?"
"I just knew it." Shang Changheng glanced at Qing Ling. "The Qing clan borrowed my luck, how could I not notice it? A thousand years have passed, and the formation of Zhanlong Mountain could have restrained me for a while longer. Fortunately, your grandfather was possessed by the devil and dared to ask people to dig up my tomb, which happened to break the seal for me. Back then, I was sealed as a member of the Qing clan, and when I was released into the world, I was still a member of the Qing clan. This is karma and reincarnation."
Qing Ling didn't say anything. He suddenly remembered that the grave digging happened many years ago, but Shang Changheng had just come out. Moreover, he had just come out and brought the wedding clothes for the ghost marriage to find him. So he asked on the spot: "Why did you show up after so many years?"
Shang Changheng didn't answer this time.
Qingling looked at him straight, obviously not intending to let it go easily.
Shang Changheng reached out to cover his eyes and laughed softly: "Why are you looking at me? I just came back to the world and I want to marry you."
Just like a top scholar in the imperial examination who is about to get married.
But there is no such past or vows of love between them.
Qingling brushed his hand away and didn't ask any more questions.
Shang Changheng, this evil spirit, is very proud. The way he avoided people, coupled with his beast-like appearance right after crawling out of the grave, and the fact that the Qing family has lived so peacefully for these years, Qing Ling had some vague guesses.
It’s not that he doesn’t come out, but that he can’t come out.
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