062. Continuation
Qiu Ping thought he could rest easy as he hid in Mingci Temple, and lived in the Zen room openly. When he was found by Qingling and others, he was stunned.
Although Qingling looked down on the monks of Mingci Temple, they were Buddhists after all, and it was not a good idea to see bloodshed, so Miaoyuan tied up the man and dragged him out of Mingci Temple. When he left, all the monks in the courtyard were kneeling and chanting sutras. Upon careful listening, they were chanting the Amitabha Sutra.
It was Abbot Shanren who was sitting at the door who passed away.
Qingling finally figured something out on the way down the mountain.
Good and evil are often just a thought away. A good person can do evil and an evil person can do good, but whether the merits and demerits can offset each other depends on who is judging the matter. Shanren believes that as long as an evil person does good, he can be led to be good, and it will only take a hundred years for the underworld to judge his merits and demerits throughout his life. However, there are also laws and rules in the world of the living.
A sinner is never worthy to stand before the dead, and no one is qualified to forgive the sins of the dead.
Qiu Ping was dragged down the long stairs with his hands tied. He lost a soul and was branded by the evil spirit. He was so weak that he fell several times and hit his head. His face was covered in blood and he kept begging for mercy, but no one paid any attention to him.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, Zhu Lezhi kicked him to his knees. The notebook he had hidden with him had already been searched out. Qingling took a quick look at the notebook and found that it was not copied. The paper was yellowed and brittle, and the handwriting on it was weathered to the point of being invisible, and not much could be remembered.
But the person who wrote this notebook called himself "芥".
"Guangyouzhi" once mentioned Jie, the Taizhu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At that time, paper was actually available, but it was so rare and precious that only princes and nobles could afford it. This small note recorded that Jie had divined for the Zhou Dynasty several times, and the results were all that the Great Zhou Dynasty had run out of luck, the world was about to fall into chaos, and the trend of the world's dragon veins would change.
Although the Great Zhou had Taizhu, he was only equivalent to the current Minister of Rites, who was responsible for receiving foreign envoys or being in charge of important ceremonies. Divination was secondary. Even though hundreds of ghosts roamed at night and evil spirits flourished at that time, the Great Zhou believed that human power could conquer nature, and was not like the previous dynasties, where people would ask for divination before eating to see if they would choke to death.
Jie came up with an idea, which was to find a person with good luck, use the mountains and rivers as a formation, find the five dragon veins, dismember the person and bury him, using his luck to replenish the dragon veins and continue the Great Zhou dynasty.
Qing Ling's hand holding the paper was shaking a little. He didn't even dare to look at Shang Changheng's expression. He just walked quickly to Qiu Ping and asked, "Where did this thing come from?"
Qiu Ping was kneeling on the ground like a pile of mud. He looked very young, only about thirty years old, but he looked extremely miserable. At this point, he dared not hide anything.
"Lincang...I took it from the family that was involved in the Lincang conspiracy."
Qiu Ping tremblingly told the story of how he got the letter.
Every member of the Ghost Control Sect must have his own natal ghost. Their profession is too deeply entangled with ghosts, and most of them die young. Qiu Ping originally wanted to refine his master into his natal ghost, kill his master and take his soul, but he was tricked by his master instead. Not only did he fail to refine his natal ghost, he almost lost his life.
Later, it was learned that there was a powerful ghost in Lincang, which was sealed under a tomb.
Those who do earthwork have their own ways, but there is no need to go down many tombs, and it is not worth losing one's life. Qiu Ping had an idea, but he did not expect that there were tomb keepers in the ancient tomb of Lincang. At that time, Old Master Qing had just taken the position of the head of the family, and there was an ancestor above him who was much more talented than Old Master Qing. He risked his life to beat Qiu Ping half to death. However, Qiu Ping also took the opportunity to take away an ancient book of the Qing family.
Later, there was a feud with the Zhu family. After he fled, he offended the old man of the Zhu family who was traveling outside at that time. This time, his foundation was completely damaged, so he disappeared for these years, relying on merits and Yin vegetables to survive until now. He was arrogant and insisted on having the evil ghost in the ancient tomb to be his natal ghost. He originally planned to go to the inn this time, and then go east to Lincang again.
I didn’t expect that Yuzhou would end up like this before he even got out.
After hearing this, Zhu Lezhi said sincerely: "You are so unlucky. You didn't get any chance at all."
What kind of luck is this? There are obstacles at every step.
Qiu Ping was also close to collapse, his face was covered with blood and tears, "Don't I want to be a good person? Do I want to live on the ground with corpses all over the ground? But what can I do? I have been raised by my master since I was born. He is a ghost master and all ghost masters are like this. They live short lives. He asked me if I am willing to follow him. What can I do?! If I don't follow him, I will starve to death! He tricked me into refining him into a life ghost, but in fact he wanted to take over my body! I want to live, and if I want to live, I have to kill people!"
He kept crying and no one paid any attention to him.
Everyone in the world has their own sufferings, and right and wrong are not always clear-cut, but it is wrong to hurt others for your own sake, and there is nothing to argue about.
Qingling held the notebook in his hand for a long time in silence.
He once thought that perhaps because the Great Zhou was about to perish, the tombs of the princes and nobles were also very sloppy, but Shang Changheng was dismembered and buried in such a remote location. It turned out that this Taizhu named Jie selected five dragon veins in the world to form a formation, three of which were in the Great Zhou, and the other two were in the land of Dongyi.
Huangshan Ridge, Zhanlong Mountain, Shang Changheng, who had been trapped for a thousand years, had his luck drained away bit by bit.
Perhaps the Qing family at that time was responsible for burying Shang Changheng in Zhanlong Mountain and letting their descendants guard it, but for some reason, the good fortune finally turned to the Qing family themselves.
This note records not only the location of the five tombs, but also the truth about why Shang Changheng suffered for a thousand years.
Neither "Guangyouzhi" nor this notebook mentioned the cause of Shang Changheng's death. Qingling had never seen Shang Changheng's death. Now Qingling began to doubt, Shang Changheng...did he really die in battle?
"Now at least I know where my remains are."
Shang Changheng's tone was very calm.
He seemed calmer than the distracted Qingling.
Zhu Lezhi hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "If you have finished asking questions, will this person be useless?"
Shang Changheng raised his hand and wiped off the ghost curse seal, "It's up to you."
"Thank you very much." Zhu Lezhi reached into his bag and whispered, "Well... he has a grudge against our Zhu family, and you also know that my grandfather's death is related to him. God knows the law, and cause and effect will be determined by themselves. I want to extract his soul and bring it back to the clan. First, I want to give an explanation to my grandfather's spirit in heaven, and second, I want to give an explanation to the clan. In short... the scene is not very good, how about you guys step aside?"
Miaoyuan also understood the rules of the underworld. He did not leave, but chanted the mantra of rebirth on the spot.
Zhu Lezhi: “…”
She really felt that the monk Miaoyuan was a little weird.
They said they were going to extract his soul. When he returned, destroying his soul in public would be the lightest punishment. There was no hope for his rebirth.
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Shang Changheng brought Qingling back to the carriage.
She also teased him: "Why are you so distraught? I'm the one who's buried. Aren't you still alive and well?"
Qingling read the letter over and over again. Many pages were missing due to weathering, and some were only half a page left. Many of the ink marks were illegible. For such a ridiculous reason, Shang Changheng was buried in the tomb while conscious and unable to move, suffering for a thousand years.
"I just can't understand how he could... do this." Qing Ling's tone sounded very sad and he looked listless.
Qingling did not struggle when Shang Changheng held him in his arms.
He even wanted to... get closer to Shang Changheng.
Qing Ling, who is naturally not good at empathizing with others, can truly feel everything that Shang Changheng has experienced. Perhaps it is because he has seen too few people and things, so after reading a story, he became addicted to it and could not extricate himself, feeling his pain and suffering his suffering.
"Are you feeling sad for me?" Shang Changheng's tone became very light.
Qing Ling sighed dejectedly, "It should be, but I don't know why."
In a place where he couldn't see, Shang Changheng slightly raised the corners of his lips. He found that Qingling was actually unable to distinguish himself so clearly from when he was alive.
Qingling is an ignorant boy.
No one taught him these things. The little guy who grew up in the mountains in a haphazard and sloppy manner only knew that he had to survive. There were too many things in the world that he had never seen or experienced, and his sadness at this moment was nothing more than because he cared, but Shang Changheng knew it very well.
Because of this, the previously difficult to calm down rage and murderous intent gradually faded away, and were completely replaced by a young man who was thin but tough like an orchid.
Looking at the depressed Qing Ling in his arms, Shang Changheng even felt that he could wantonly leave any traces he wanted on this young boy who was not very experienced in the world, whether guiding or bewitching him, to make him willingly go along with him...
Such is the nature of evil spirits.
But at this moment, Shang Changheng once again went against his nature. Just like when he first met Qing Ling, he could have easily killed this poor boy and wanted him to die with him.
But Shang Changheng didn't.
He had too many opportunities and reasons to kill Qingling, but after he didn't do it on the night he married Qingling, every time he had the urge to kill, it would inexplicably subside on its own.
Qing Ling didn't know all this, and he still thought he had Shang Changheng under his control.
"Because you are still young." Shang Changheng said to him patiently and gently, "You will see more and it won't be like this anymore. Qingling, there are always more regrets in the world. There are more regrets when the moon is full and when it is waning. You have to get used to it."
Qing Ling was distracted by Shang Changheng's tone.
He always felt that this evil ghost was becoming more and more like him when he was alive.
When asked how much he remembered, he refused to say.
Qingling frowned slightly and looked up at him.
"Didn't you say that a fierce ghost is a fierce ghost and has nothing to do with you in your previous life?" Qing Ling asked directly, "You look like one now... a lot like one."
Shang Changheng raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled half-seriously, "Who told you to like it? It's okay for me to pretend."
After saying that, she pinched Qingling's chin affectionately and kissed his cheek.
Qingling's ears suddenly turned red, and she gritted her teeth in shame and anger.
“…No need!”
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