047. Breaking out of the cocoon
The lamp oil had been spilled, so Zhu Lezhi's fire starter was finally used.
A dim firelight lit up the deep tomb. Qing Ling was helped to stand up by Shang Changheng. He heard Zhu Lezhi whisper in surprise, "This is the Ghost Control Seal. No wonder it can control them."
There was a strange ink-colored rune on Zuo Baichuan and Wei Qingxia's forehead. He asked, "What is the Ghost Control Seal?"
"Ghosts are divided into strong and weak. The strong ones can forcefully control the weak ones, using this Ghost Taming Seal as a medium. I have also seen this seal in the clan's notes." After Zhu Lezhi finished explaining, he hesitantly sighed, "Alas...Seal the soul and refine the corpse. Their souls can no longer leave this corpse. Who the hell would do such a wicked thing? These two...have lives on their hands."
Zhu Lezhi spoke the last half of the sentence carefully and secretly glanced at Shang Changheng's expression.
Miao Yuan was much more direct than her. He said, "Two donors, the evil creature is no longer a human being in his previous life. If it is not eliminated, it will bring disaster to the world."
"Ahem." Zhu Lezhi coughed and used a common method used by the Yinxing, "Actually... why don't we restore the formation and let them be buried here... It will be fine as long as they don't go out and harm the living. Besides, they seem to have restrictions on them. As long as they don't break into this tomb, they won't kill anyone."
From the few words spoken by the two men just now, Zhu Lezhi could also tell that the identities of the two corpses were not simple, and they had a close relationship with Shang Changheng. He must have been a famous general who had once protected an area in the Zhou Dynasty. The Zhou Dynasty did not practice human sacrifices, and shortly after the fall of the Zhou Dynasty, the Dongyi people who liked to sacrifice humans also fell apart.
Too many people died, and the living had a hard time. The dead souls cried every night and were haunted everywhere.
The wars that led to the change of dynasties left countless corpses, but the fall of the Zhou Dynasty, although there are few records, is still mentioned with sighs and lamentations today. Many later kings even regarded Zhou rituals as national rituals. These two people were also harmed by others and became like this. They were just a knife used by others, and they were really innocent when the cause and effect fell on their heads.
Shang Changheng didn't say anything. He was still very unwilling, and his hatred was like an endless spring.
But Qing Ling whispered, "They don't want to live like this. When the Great Zhou was defeated, they never surrendered or asked for peace. How could they be willing to... continue to guard the tomb like a half-human."
"Is the world outside peaceful?" Shang Changheng asked abruptly.
The three of them were stunned.
"It's peaceful now." Qingling said, "The surname of the Great Xia is An. Now it is the eighth year of Mingxi. The country is stable. Foreign tribes pay tribute and offer human sacrifices. Since the chaos ended and the Dongyi disappeared, it was banned by the new dynasty at that time."
"Yeah." Shang Changheng looked at the cold body of his old friend who was no longer breathing, and said softly, "Go back."
The two corpses moved stiffly, walked slowly forward, passed by Qingling and Shang Changheng, and returned to their own coffins. Shang Changheng stretched out his hand and waved, and the coffin lid that fell on the ground closed. He had made his intention clear, and turned around and pushed open the coffin that belonged to him.
Inside was a torso that had turned into a skeleton, with the limbs and head replaced by bronze objects. Then, just like last time, Shang Changheng ground his remains into ashes without blinking an eye.
"Let's go."
He took Qingling's hand.
Qing Ling turned back anxiously, "Then they..."
"As time goes by, it will naturally turn into dust." Shang Changheng said it lightly without looking back.
“But…” Miao Yuan frowned.
He understood the rules of the Yin world, and knew that those that could not be killed should be sealed. However, this was clearly an evil spirit that could be eliminated, and keeping it would only cause trouble.
Zhu Lezhi pushed his shoulder, made a gesture of silence with his hand, and then shook his head at him, indicating that he should not pursue the matter.
Miao Yuan was helpless. He looked at the two coffins and thought of the ease with which Shang Changheng had controlled the two corpses just now. He felt a chill down his spine. The evil spirit that had been left behind for a thousand years had either disintegrated on its own, or... was the source of the disaster.
After Shang Changheng carried Qingling out of the cemetery, Zhu Lezhi turned around and faced the two coffins with a desperate look.
Miao Yuan thought she was going to destroy the two bodies without Shang Changheng's knowledge, but she didn't expect her to say in a deep voice: "Little Master, show us all your best skills."
Then he took out a pen from his bag and started drawing on the coffin - runes to suppress the corpse and seal the soul.
So the two of them really took out everything they had learned in their lives that could suppress the seal, and applied them to the two coffins one after another, one drawing talismans and the other copying scriptures.
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Qingling sat on a stone outside the tomb. He didn't get enough rest, so his face was pale and he hung his head weakly.
But I haven't recovered from the intense conflict between memory and reality.
He coveted Shang Changheng's ambitious ten years of military life. A sparrow does not know the ambition of a swan. He could see the scenery above the sky from a well, but he was heartbroken because the hero died without a good end, so that layer of indifference was torn to pieces.
He thought his heart was as hard as a rock, and that he would not be sad or happy because of external things, but how could the human heart be really as cold as ice? Until this moment, all the sadness that he had deliberately ignored and didn't care about surged out from the bottom of his heart.
How could he not be sad when Yu Bo, who had been with him since childhood, passed away? He just kept telling himself that no one was more important than him and that he should not be sad because of anyone.
Again and again.
Qing Ling protected himself in a cocoon, stripping his emotions away from himself, and watching the clouds gather and disperse like an outsider.
Until the cocoon was torn apart by a sudden accident.
It was he who took care of Yu Bo in his later years when he was seriously ill and unable to take care of himself, it was he who gave up a glimmer of hope in order to avenge his biological mother's karma, and it was he who felt sorry for the generals who died young.
Shang Changheng's past shaped Qingling's seven emotions.
"Qingling." Shang Changheng squatted beside Qingling. He was in great sorrow, but resentment and unwillingness prevailed. He looked at the distraught Qingling, stroked his messy hair, and whispered, "Why are you sad? You are a spectator, an outsider."
Spectator.
Here it is again.
Qingling raised his face blankly, his sorrow evident.
"Yes." He murmured, pointing to his heart, "But I... am very sad, Shang Changheng, for myself and for you."
Daxia is peaceful, but there are many conflicts in the dark. Even so, it is much better than the turbulent times of the past.
Shang Changheng grasped his fingertips, and his cold palms felt a touch of warmth.
The evil spirit also found it ridiculous that after a thousand years, there would still be people feeling sad for him and for those who died young.
He suddenly asked: "Qingling, are you willing to accompany me to the underworld?"
"I don't want to." Qing Ling pulled back his hand and hugged his knees again. He lowered his eyes and said, "I want to live a good life."
He had entered into a play through the past of others, but he had not really lived his own life. It was not the past eighteen years of living in a corner in a daze, never seeing mountains or water, but just living a peaceful and boring life day after day and year after year.
"Then you look like this..." Shang Changheng held his face, "It's as if you love me so deeply that you want to die for me."
Qing Ling was startled, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze met Shang Changheng's.
"I don't want to die for love." Qing Ling lowered his eyes again, his voice was a little muffled, but he couldn't explain why he didn't reject Shang Changheng's previous words. He was confused at the moment, and couldn't figure out what all those tangled emotions represented. He added softly, "If I die, there will be nothing. I will go to the underworld to listen to the judgment, and I will wash away everything and become the nutrients for another person to live. Then... there will be no me. I don't want it."
After he finished speaking, he asked again, "They haven't come up yet, aren't you afraid that Master Miaoyuan will..."
"No." Shang Changheng gently pinched Qing Ling's cheek, and the sinister look between his eyebrows was revealed again, "They dare not."
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Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi really didn't dare to offend Shang Changheng.
So after the two men had worked hard and used all their skills to seal the two coffins tightly, they climbed out of the grave with difficulty, covered in corpse odor, and began to add to the grave. The tomb was hollow, and the two men could only move some small stones that would not affect the formation to block the hole, and then began to use their various sealing and suppression techniques on the hole and the tomb.
By the time they finished their work, it was already noon.
The two of them looked at each other with dusty faces. Miao Yuan chanted a Buddhist name, and Zhu Lezhi sighed, "Ancestors."
In one sentence, you can tell who each other is worshipping.
Just when they were about to ask the two more difficult ancestors to take back the Yansheng Formation, they saw Qingling sleeping in Shang Changheng's arms. The handsome, pale and evil man who could crush both of them to death with a flip of his hand gave them a look that clearly meant: You two be quiet.
The two people who had been busy for half the night and had not slept until now, fearing that the evil spirit would run out and kill people, and were almost exhausted: "..."
Wonderful fate and the way of the heart, Buddha’s mercy.
Zhu Lezhi silently thought that he couldn't beat him.
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Qing Ling didn't sleep very deeply actually. He opened his eyes after a while. He was still a little tired. Then he saw a grave mound made of stones in the direction of the tomb. There was an extremely hot air emanating from the surrounding area. There were even some large stones with carved patterns on them.
One can imagine how afraid they were that the two bodies would escape.
Qing Ling sat up from Shang Changheng's arms somewhat embarrassedly, rubbed his stiff neck, and said softly: "Let's go out of the mountain."
After placing the white jade peace tablet back to the place of suppression, they continued on their journey.
The road out of the mountain had to climb uphill first. The three of them were not in good condition. They walked and stopped for a long time before they found the previous carriage. Naturally, Shang Changheng was driving outside. The three of them got into the carriage to rest, but the mountain road was very bumpy and they couldn't sleep because of the swaying from side to side. Zhu Lezhi simply studied her map again, writing and drawing for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Why do you think they wanted to... dismember the body of the predecessor and bury it? Especially in this tomb, there are not many treasures buried with the burial, but there are two tomb guards who died when they met... If you don't know, you would think that this tomb is hidden with some rare treasures."
Qing Ling was actually also confused. If the soul was sealed in the body, it could be for the sake of luck, but why was the body dismembered and buried? Was it simply to humiliate and torture Shang Changheng?
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