036. Travel
The evil spirits kill people in various ways, but most of them are related to their own death. The demon soul was a great demon when it was alive. It was suppressed for more than a thousand years and its body was killed by mortals. The resentment is not trivial. It can also use witchcraft to leave files, exchange letters, and deliberately lure people to Xiahe Village as sacrifices. According to Zhu Lezhi, according to the clan notes, the last time a demon soul caused trouble was a spider demon soul, and that was more than 500 years ago.
On that occasion, the evil spirit made a nest of spider webs all over the town. It was the contemporary head of the Zhu family who led his people to fight for their lives, and finally died together with the evil spirit.
When Qing Ling asked why he didn't wait for the punishment from Heaven, Zhu Lezhi said calmly, "It's just the people of a town. It's not a big trouble in the eyes of Heaven. Besides, the demon spirit's cultivation is not very strong, at least it's far worse than the big snake that enjoyed sacrifices in ancient times. Even the big snake didn't get struck by lightning, so who knows how Heaven will judge whether this evil spirit should be struck by lightning? Killing the people of a town, or a city, or even destroying a country? But if this evil spirit is too powerful in the eyes of Heaven, maybe killing only one person will be enough to attract the attention of Heaven."
Qing Ling felt that Zhu Lezhi's last sentence was full of meaning, so he asked, "Then how do you know that the Heavenly Dao will definitely take action?"
"Of course there are precedents." Zhu Lezhi explained, "Aren't those monsters who are always struck by lightning and meet disasters the Heavenly Dao taking action to deal with them? Whether it's a human or a monster, practicing is to borrow luck from the Heavenly Dao, and borrowing luck in return with merit. Heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat all things as straw dogs. The Heavenly Dao follows rules and everyone takes what they need. If someone breaks the rules, the Heavenly Dao can't take the merit, so who else can it strike? Otherwise, our ancestor wouldn't have risked his life to collect the monster souls that the Heavenly Dao didn't kill. Isn't it because he couldn't repay the merit and was afraid of being struck by lightning."
Qingling understood.
In fact, practicing cultivation is to borrow luck from heaven, and then one must do good deeds to accumulate merits and return them to heaven. It is true that everyone takes what they need, and it is not a bad thing for each other. However, the farther one goes on this road, the more merits one borrows, and the harder it is to repay. Therefore, the higher the level of cultivation, the more likely one is to be struck by lightning.
As for ghosts...
There is no merit at all. He is surviving in the human world purely by chance. If he does something harmful to the world, he will be struck by lightning even faster. Fortunately, ghosts cannot stay in the human world for long. After a long time, their souls will be scattered. Therefore, the precedent Zhu Lezhi mentioned only applies to the demon clan.
But Qingling has such a powerful ghost by his side.
Moreover, he devoured souls without any restraint. Although those souls had their own fault and he did not eat any that he should not have eaten, but some things just exist and that means they should not be eaten.
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The evil spirit in Xiahe Village was killed. As for how to close the case, that was Zhang Qingshan's business. Qingling didn't ask any more questions as he had to prepare for a long journey.
Shang Changheng could sense the approximate direction of his own corpse, so he used Zhu Lezhi's map of Daxia to mark the direction.
That night, three people and one ghost gathered around the table. Zhu Lezhi stroked his chin and studied the map. He then stretched out his hand and gestured on the map a few times, saying, "Then we have to go northwest. To the south of the west is a plain, and to the north is a mountain range. The mountain range of Zhanlong Mountain starts from here."
She pointed at a place and said, "It's broken here. From Mingzhou to the northwest, the Huangshan Ridge, the easternmost part of the Luoxia Mountains, is the dividing line. Perhaps a thousand years ago, this was a connected mountain range, but with the passage of time, the mountain range is broken. Huangshan Ridge is the boundary between Mingzhou and Dizhou. The mountains are connected and not small, and there are many steep cliffs. The feng shui of this place is hard to describe. I heard from many Taoist elders that there are few people in this area for dozens of miles. I came all the way from Tongzhou and deliberately avoided this place. So if you are talking about evil spirits, wait until you get to this place and take a look. It's definitely right to go northwest along this road."
Her map was very detailed. Qingling followed the direction she pointed and found that to reach Huangshanling, he had to pass through several small towns.
Actually, Qingling didn't want to go on a long journey at first. After all, he hadn't left Zhanlong Mountain in all these years. But when he was about to go out, Qingling looked at the markings on the map and began to wonder about the mountains and rivers outside Lincang City. Whether there were the lakes and mountains and the Milky Way waterfalls described in the books, the vast sky and the blue sea, all of which he had never seen before.
"We need to prepare more things." Zhu Lezhi was obviously much more experienced in traveling far away than Miao Yuan, and she immediately patted her chest to indicate that she would be the one to prepare.
Fortunately, the door of the main house in Qingling's courtyard had been repaired, and the two-story side rooms were given to Miaoyuan and Zhu Lezhi. Qingling was the host, so he naturally continued to live in his own bedroom. Although it was late, Qingling had taken a nap during the day and was not very sleepy at the moment. He simply went to read the book again, but when he saw the hand gestures and magic techniques, he hesitated for a moment and did not take them. Instead, he took a book of unofficial history that he had not had time to read.
Shang Changheng had said that his fate was most suitable for practicing. Qingling also thought at first that if he had the ability, he would not be disturbed by evil spirits. But now he knows that practicing also has a price, the further he goes, the more he has to pay. If he can't pay it back... he will die, so he hesitated again.
"Are you so afraid of death?" Shang Changheng, who witnessed everything, couldn't help laughing.
Qing Ling sat at the table, brushing his wet long hair aside. His delicate eyebrows and eyes looked gentle when he lowered his eyes. He said calmly, "If I wasn't afraid of death, I would have drowned myself out of shame the first day I met you."
Shang Changheng leaned over to Qing Ling with his hands on the table, and said, "Why are you ashamed? You and I are a married couple."
Qing Ling didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand to push him and said, "Get out of the way, you're blocking the light."
It was clearly a ghost, but it was able to condense into such a body, and even cast a shadow. Qing Ling asked without even looking up: "How come you have a shadow? Wouldn't ordinary people be able to see it?"
"You can only see it." Shang Changheng said, "Others can't see the shadow either. After all, Yin and Yang are separated. Those who can see Yin objects are mostly unlucky or about to die. The rest are cultivators. Not everyone has Yin and Yang eyes, but they always have their own ways to see. Otherwise, they will suffer a great loss in a fight."
Qing Ling just turned a page of the book and couldn't help but look up at him, "How do you know so much?"
Shang Changheng was stunned by the question. He actually answered very naturally. He knew many things, but he couldn't remember how he knew them. So he couldn't answer. He straightened up, leaned back on the table, and was silent for a long time before saying, "I don't remember."
Memories are scattered, like broken stars. Whenever Shang Changheng recalls them, there is only a vague bloody sky. He seems to have killed a lot of people. The streets are full of corpses. There are corpses everywhere, rolled up straw mats, or bodies exposed in the streets. There are also bloody and cruel battlefields, and some fragmentary conversations.
The existence of evil spirits is due to unwillingness and resentment. Sadly, Shang Changheng does not remember his obsession. He just feels unwilling. Every moment trapped in the tomb is worse than death. The endless darkness and silence drive people crazy. No one can hear his roars and screams. Times have changed in the world of the living. Perhaps no one remembers that in the dark and silent underground, his incomplete bones and resentful soul are buried deep.
Shang Changheng's eyes turned blood red again.
He wants to tear everything apart and kill everyone. Why is he an alien?
Let all people die, and the whole world be filled with ghosts. What is the law of nature and what are the rules? If there really is someone who looks down on the world from a high position and manipulates his life unscrupulously, then how can the law of nature be fulfilled?
"Shang Changheng!"
A clear and gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Shang Changheng suddenly regained his senses. He lowered his eyes, but his hands were tightly gripping the edge of the wooden table.
Qing Ling was so frightened that his face turned pale. He had no idea what this evil spirit was thinking. Anyway, the aura on his body was becoming more and more terrifying, and even revealed a bit of cold and murderous aura, as if it would turn around and tear him to pieces in the next moment.
"What's wrong with you?" Qing Ling clutched his sleeves in fear and asked cautiously.
Shang Changheng couldn't say it. How could he express his unwillingness and resentment? Who did he hate? As for Qing Ling, she became his wife inexplicably, but in fact she was just a pawn created by the Qing family.
"Nothing." Shang Changheng's figure disappeared for a moment, and then appeared beside Qingling. He waved his hand slightly, and thick fog rose outside the window, so this small bedroom was isolated by the yin energy and became an isolated island.
Qing Ling was trembling in his arms, and she hooked her hands around Shang Changheng's neck. She didn't dare to resist until she was carried to the couch. She just bit her lip, trembled slightly, and lowered her eyes.
"My wife." Shang Changheng sighed, pressed Qingling down on the couch, and whispered as he kissed his cheek, "I feel pity for her."
Qing Ling was actually used to being close to Shang Changheng. Although he was afraid, he would not react so strongly. What he was really afraid of was Shang Changheng's loss of control just now. Ghosts were irrational and only knew how to kill. They only had resentment in their hearts. Qing Ling was really afraid that Shang Changheng would kill him directly to vent his anger.
But the evil spirit seemed to have calmed down again.
Qing Ling's eyes were red, and he bit the evil spirit who was kissing his lips hard, and cursed in a low voice: "You are a bastard."
Shang Changheng said nothing.
His wife was delicate and timid, and her tears made her even more pitiable. She miraculously soothed the irritability and resentment in his heart that had nowhere to vent.
Don’t worry about what happens before and after death, just focus on the present.
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When the evil spirit dissipated, the two people in the rooms on both sides also breathed a sigh of relief.
Miaoyuan continued to chant the scriptures while holding the rosary.
Zhu Lezhi loosened his hand that was holding the whip, and thinking of the shocking murderous aura he had never seen before, he stroked his chest in fear and muttered in a low voice: "That's right, that's right, this is right, the young couple can't talk it out if there is anything, it's not good to act like the world is going to be destroyed at every turn, it scared me to death... It's more bad than good, but at least there is some good news, it's really a way out..."
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