041.Enter the mountains
Qingling was an outsider, but he understood a little bit of what Shang Changheng meant.
In fact, Miao Yuan has said many times that once dead, they are dead. The affairs of the world of the living have nothing to do with the dead. The right and wrong, grudges and grievances will be decided by the underworld. This is the way of heaven. But if a ghost is determined to seek justice for his own karma even at the cost of his soul being torn apart, then the underworld will not care. This is because of the way of heaven. This invisible rule binds all living beings and also protects all living beings.
If everyone who suffered injustice turned into a ghost and came back for revenge, then this world would probably become a hell.
Miao Yuan's rosary dimmed, so she used new Sanskrit to bind Princess Ling. Zhu Lezhi also used methods to imprison evil spirits. It can be seen that she is better at this than Miao Yuan. She pinched her hands and stepped on the steps, and a word of "Zhen" was injected into the body of the evil spirit. The two of them tried their best to control the princess, and Miao Yuan's mantra of rebirth never stopped during this period.
For two whole days and nights, both of them had expended too much energy, and their Qi was almost exhausted.
Miao Yuan's lips were cracked and bleeding, his face was pale, and his breath was weak. Zhu Lezhi, who helped him bind the evil spirit, was even more embarrassed. She knelt on the ground exhausted. When the morning light of the third day shone in from the narrow entrance, her last binding formation was also broken.
“Bang!”
The whip cracked and Zhu Lezhi stood in front of Miao Yuan who was sitting cross-legged. His eyes showed not only no surprise but also helpless pity.
Miao Yuan also opened his eyes, and tasted the blood in his mouth when he pursed his lips. He lowered his eyes and sighed. He didn't say anything, but his brows suddenly became sharp.
Princess Wang rushed forward screaming. She had completely lost her mind and even ignored the basic instinct of avoiding danger and seeking good fortune. Her heart was filled with hatred and murderous intent, making her want to tear everything in front of her to pieces. Her two pale hands grew black and sharp nails. She wanted to pierce their heads and tear their souls apart as well!
However, a pitch-black chain suddenly tied her ankles and dragged the evil spirit backwards. The other end of the chain was in Shang Changheng's hand.
He was standing not far away. The black mist in his palm condensed into more chains, which penetrated Wang Nuzhen's ghost body one by one, locking her in place while absorbing her evil spirit. Wang Nuzhen was trapped in place again, and the chains vibrated when she struggled frantically, but she failed to shake Shang Changheng at all.
Even though Wang Nujie has never killed anyone, she will eventually kill someone, so the Heavenly Dao will not care about the disappearance of an evil ghost, but will care about the appearance of a powerful evil ghost.
Shang Changheng knew that he was also a rootless duckweed. From the moment of his death, it meant that everything disappeared and ended. What about reincarnation? Would he still be him? His obsession and ties will only disappear with everything, so he is unwilling to accept it.
To become stronger, no matter where the cause and effect is, or where the old friends are, he cannot be a weak waste who can't do anything.
This thought was deeply rooted in Shang Changheng's heart. There was no reason for it, but he just felt terrified, just like he had to destroy his own body. He had to become stronger, he had to...
Qing Ling, who was resting in the carriage, knew the result of the attack on the tomb the moment he felt Shang Changheng's breath.
The other yin energy was weakening and decreasing until it disappeared completely, and the day passed.
As night falls, the moon rises and sets, and will not stop because of a tiny change in the vast ocean. In this world, all living things, in the endless years, were mayflies that were born in the morning and die in the evening.
Shang Changheng returned to the carriage and put his arm around Qingling's waist.
He said, "Rest one more night and set off tomorrow morning."
Qing Ling had no objection, but when he saw Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan struggling to crawl out of the tomb, he finally understood why Shang Changheng wanted to set off again tomorrow. The two had been down there for two whole days and really looked a little... haggard.
The two of them sat cross-legged on the spot outside to regulate their breathing, while Qingling leaned against the car window to look at the moon. He was wondering why Gongzhuling was sacrificed. If there was really someone in the previous dynasty who wanted to marry the princess, marrying the princess might not be a bad idea. At least it was better than killing the princess as a sacrifice. After all, Dongli was eventually destroyed, and how did the Qing family, who had never left the small town of Lincang, create such a tomb near Huangshanling?
Shang Changheng was a man of good fortune. Even after so many years of death, he still had the opportunity to return to the human world with his mind. There was also a talisman on his tomb to borrow luck. Considering that although the Qing family had been going downhill over the past thousand years, they had never had a hard time despite all the wars they had experienced from ancient times to the present. On the contrary, the unlucky Qing Wenzhe became a dish of the big snake in Xiahe Village as soon as he left home.
Luck is something that cannot be touched or seen, but it does exist.
Qing Ling thought of himself again. If luck was compared to water, ordinary people had half a cup, Shang Changheng had a full cup, then he...the bottom of the cup was probably leaking.
"Your grave should be nearby, right?" Qingling suddenly asked, "Isn't this Huangshan Ridge?"
"It's still far." Shang Changheng, who was sitting next to him, said, and also looked at the mountains and the moon outside the window.
He could no longer remember anything about his life, but from those scattered fragments of memory, he knew that the world today was very different from what it was back then. Both the clothing and the language were completely different, and even the houses were different. Everything was unfamiliar. He was like standing at a street corner. Behind him was a grey, incomplete past, and ahead was a bright, unfamiliar future. He was abandoned in a small place, unable to go back or get out.
Mountains may change, rivers may dry up, but the bright moon in the sky remains the same as before.
"The initial battle between the Great Zhou and the Dongyi was because the Dongyi often plundered people and livestock, and used the Zhou people as sacrifices." Qingling said, "The Dongyi people are fierce, but they cannot match the Zhou people's weapons and military tactics. From the initial border conflicts to the subsequent wars, the Dongyi people have more defeats than victories. But before Emperor Ruixing ascended the throne, natural disasters occurred in the Great Zhou territory. The Yi people claimed that the Zhou emperor was disrespectful to the gods and suffered retribution. Until the end of the Great Zhou, even the Zhou people themselves believed that it was really a punishment from heaven and began to hold human sacrifices in private. This is the record of the demise of the Zhou in the official history, and it is also recognized by later generations. But Shang Changheng and the Dongyi are long gone."
Both the Great Zhou and the Dongyi are gone. Today's Great Xia is at its peak, with all foreign tribes bowing to it. Everyone calls it a prosperous age, but Qingling has witnessed the evil deeds of the Qing family with his own eyes. Even in this peaceful and prosperous age, there are corpses everywhere.
But what Shang Changheng guarded and persisted in has long gone.
"But my karma is still there." Shang Changheng's eyes were filled with sinister coldness again, reflecting the cold moonlight. "I still have things to do. I will not give up until my long-cherished wish is fulfilled."
Qing Ling turned around and saw a cold expression on that handsome face. He no longer remembered what he wanted, but was still walking on that road with no end in sight, refusing to stop or look back.
But what are you going to do?
Qing Ling thought of those emperors in history who had longed for immortality, laughed softly, and asked: "What do you want? You can't be trying to restore the Great Zhou Dynasty, right?"
As a legitimate son of a royal family with great fortune, Qingling naturally thought of this possibility.
Shang Changheng also turned around, stared at him blankly, and asked, "What if it's true?"
Qing Ling was silent for a moment, and then deliberately said in a compassionate tone: "There is only one ending, so you should change your obsession."
After saying that, he hurriedly turned his face away, because he just saw the seriousness in Shang Changheng's eyes. The reason why this evil ghost can sit here safely now is all because the Heavenly Dao doesn't care to pay attention to him, and Shang Changheng hasn't done anything that would anger Heaven and man. But if he really wants to restore the dynasty that had no descendants a thousand years ago, what's the difference between that and stepping on the face of the Heavenly Dao with the sole of his shoe?
Standing on the ground, he waved his hand: "Come on, if you have the ability, chop me to death."
Shang Changheng, who fell into silence, was also thinking, does he really want to restore the Great Zhou? Is the cause and effect left in the human world related to this?
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At dawn the next day, Miaoyuan and Zhu Lezhi had recovered a lot after a brief rest. After dinner, they set off and walked along the Huangshan Ridge. They had to cross this mountain range. In fact, taking the official road would be faster, but if they wanted to find a grave, they could not go into the city, but could only go back to the mountains.
The further we went, the more rugged and difficult the mountain road became, and the slower the carriage moved.
Shang Changheng could feel his own grave, and he could also feel that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the grave, so Zhu Lezhi began to look outside to see where there could be an extremely evil grave. He searched for a grave in the mountains for several days.
At night, Miao Yuan started a fire, and the three of them ate around it. Zhu Lezhi rubbed his eyes and sighed, "Why don't we tie the horses at the foot of the mountain tomorrow, and let's choose a higher mountain for me to climb up and have a look. It's no use wandering around in the mountains like a headless fly. We can't just dig three feet into the ground to look for it."
There were many steep mountains, one after another. Sometimes you could see some sunlight at noon at the foot of the mountain, but it was all in the shadows at other times. Zhu Lezhi's ability to see the weather was completely blocked by the mountains. Shang Changheng could only roughly sense that his body was buried underneath, but he didn't know where exactly.
Qing Ling thought Zhu Lezhi's proposal was feasible. Just as he was about to speak, he saw two people stumbling forward not far away, one tall and one short.
When the two men got closer, I could see clearly that the taller man looked to be about 40 years old, with dark skin, tall build, and a scar on his forehead. The shorter one was younger, in his twenties, with an ordinary look, but with a shrewd look in his eyebrows and eyes.
They followed the firelight and were stunned when they saw the three people.
This... a frail young man, a pretty girl, and a bald monk, they all look weird no matter how you look at them, and they don't seem like they can get together.
The oldest one spoke first, "My last name is Huang, you can call me Huang Da, this is my younger brother Huang Er, we are both hunters, we heard that few people come to Huangshanling, so we thought we could get something, but after we came here, we were chased by a wild bear and lost our gear, and we don't know the way in this mountain, so we can't get out. I wonder if we can lend you some food to fill our stomachs."
Qing Ling touched the dragon ring on his chest and was just thinking that it was better to have less trouble than more, when Zhu Lezhi said first, "Okay, you two can sit down and take a rest."
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