063. Joy
Qingling didn't understand how people could be so contradictory.
But when Shang Changheng kissed him, Qing Ling no longer thought of the evil ghost with green face and fangs, but the gentle and soothing words he spoke to him just a moment ago.
"Don't think about it."
Qingling was patted on the waist.
Shang Changheng held Qingling's elegant face in his hands. He had such a harmless and gentle appearance. He looked very well behaved, but his temper was so cruel. Shang Changheng liked every bit of him.
He should thank the Qing family for going to great lengths to bring Qing Ling to him.
Unspeakable emotions and desires appear at inopportune times.
Qing Ling also noticed the changes in Shang Changheng. Her fair cheeks turned red, and the redness gradually spread to her slender neck.
Even though Shang Changheng forced himself on him the first few times, he never tortured him. At his age, he had already tasted the bone-melting pleasure of love. When Shang Changheng's eyes were filled with dark desire, Qing Ling was reminded of those memories that made him feel ashamed, so he couldn't help but... changed his face.
He didn't want to be discovered by Shang Changheng, so he sat tensely. However, he was sitting in Shang Changheng's arms, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it, it would only make it more obvious.
"You...you let me go first."
Qing Ling pushed Shang Changheng's arm around her, and her voice became tense.
"I don't want to let go." Shang Changheng said softly and slowly, with a bit of heavy paranoia. He didn't want to let go of what he held.
“But, but…” Qingling suddenly panicked.
It was true that they had not been close to each other for a long time, but in this desolate mountain and wilderness, they were still at the gate of Mingci Temple. Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan were just in the distance, so they moved quickly, and it was still some time before dusk.
Bad timing and bad place.
Qing Ling was reluctant, but was forced to meet Shang Changheng's deep and heavy gaze.
The thousand years in the tomb had sharpened the knife to be even sharper and more ferocious. His handsome eyes and brows were filled with unquestionable paranoia and desire, clearly and nakedly wanting Qingling to understand that he wanted it.
——He needs me.
Qingling bit her lip and grasped Shang Changheng's collar.
“I don’t want to be here.”
Shang Changheng knew that he had given in, so he smiled and leaned forward to kiss the tip of her red ear, whispering, "It's not here."
Qing Ling felt a flash before his eyes, and he had no idea where Shang Changheng had carried him to. Anyway, he was still in the wilderness, but there was no one around, and it was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat like thunder.
Outside the carriage, Zhu Lezhi, who was working, and Miaoyuan, who was chanting the Amitabha Sutra, were both stunned.
"No..." Zhu Lezhi was stunned, "Where are they going?"
Miao Yuan was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes again: "…Do your thing, don't worry too much."
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Qing Ling didn't know where Shang Changheng had taken him. He was in a state of confusion. In a corner where no one knew about it, he was immersed in everything that Shang Changheng brought him.
Under the tent, he only remembered Shang Changheng, only Shang Changheng.
Until finally I lost consciousness in the kiss and embrace of the mall.
"Qingling... Qingling..."
Shang Changheng kissed Qing Ling's sweaty hair almost lovingly and called his name softly, and some of his resentment was smoothed out in the warmth and intimacy.
Qing Ling couldn't quite remember the time. He hadn't rested well in recent days, and this time he slept very soundly. He woke up once in the middle of the night. It seemed to be daylight, and he was held in Shang Changheng's arms.
"What...time is it?" Qing Ling's voice was also very hoarse.
"Take a rest." Shang Changheng coaxed, "I'll take you into the city."
Qing Ling uttered a random "hmm" and fell asleep again. In fact, he didn't hear clearly what Shang Changheng said. He just heard his soothing tone and fell asleep again with peace of mind.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on the couch in the inn, and he was the only one there.
He pulled his thin shirt together and sat up half-consciously. Just as he was about to speak, he found Shang Changheng already sitting beside the couch. Qingling was so frightened that he immediately sobered up a lot.
"you…"
Qingling suddenly stopped.
He felt that Shang Changheng was not very happy. He clearly had no reaction when he saw the letter before, and the same was true when he was in the mountains and forests... In short, he shouldn't have this expression at the moment.
Like an eggplant hit by frost, he was depressed and unhappy.
Without waiting for Qing Ling to finish, Shang Changheng lowered his eyes and said, "You... take a rest, and then go to the store to ask for a room."
Qing Ling said slowly: "...what?"
Shang Changheng avoided his gaze and said softly, "The store owner can't see me, there's nothing I can do... Anyway, I used some tricks to give you a place to rest for the time being."
Now Qingling understood what Shang Changheng was feeling uncomfortable about.
He is a ghost. Ordinary people cannot see him, unless they have a special fate or are about to die.
"I see." Qing Ling tugged at Shang Changheng's sleeve, and saw that his exposed wrist was covered with red marks. After a pause, he reluctantly said, "It's okay."
But soon, Qingling found that it was too early for him to comfort her.
Because when Shang Changheng took him away, he took nothing with him, let alone money. Qing Ling is now penniless and cannot afford the money for accommodation.
"How about..." Qing Ling leaned against the window with a headache, holding his forehead, "Forget it for now, wait for Miss Zhu and the others to come, but where are we now?"
"Gujin City." Zhang Heng replied.
The two men looked at each other and met Qingling's accusing eyes. Shang Changheng knew that he was in the wrong, so he took his hand and kissed his fingertips, and whispered, "Just stay here and nothing will happen."
As for the evil ghost, it can be easily dealt with with a little sleight of hand.
Qing Ling was not a pedantic person. He would just wait until the two arrived before paying them. However, he still asked worriedly, "Do they know we are here?"
"Yes." Shang Changheng nodded, "I left a message."
Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi were indeed on their way to Gujin City. After Zhu Lezhi had extracted the soul, he found a mountain and threw Qiu Ping's body into it. Then he returned to the carriage and saw the three words "Gujin City" that Shang Changheng had left on the door of the carriage with his Yin Qi.
Post-event arrangements were actually made, but not much.
In the room of the inn, one could occasionally hear people walking and talking outside, but no one noticed this room shrouded in gloomy energy. Even when someone came to stay overnight, the waiter ignored this room.
On the first floor, a monk wearing a dark red robe walked in.
He had a string of dark red Buddhist beads slung across his neck, a magical instrument made of some unknown animal bone tied around his waist, and a monk's hat on his head. He looked very young, but he didn't look like a person from the Central Plains.
As soon as he entered the door, he felt that the inn was filled with a spooky atmosphere.
Actually, I noticed it from outside, so I came in to take a look.
"I am Luojia." The monk bowed to the waiter, and seeing that the man's eyes were also covered with a layer of black air, he knew that it was a trick of a ghost covering his eyes, but he did not point it out. He just asked for an ordinary room and turned to go upstairs.
As soon as he reached the second floor, a small drum with a bone handle on his waist began to shake, making sounds again and again.
At the same time, Shang Changheng's eyes suddenly became stern.
Qingling also heard the strange drum sounds. Each sound seemed to be mixed with the cries of many people, which was both shrill and terrifying.
"What is that?" Qing Ling was still very afraid of evil spirits. He grabbed Shang Changheng's sleeve and whispered, "Did you hear it? Someone is crying, and the drum sound..."
"Well, don't be afraid." Shang Changheng hugged Qingling, then let go and kissed him gently on the face, "Wait here, I'll go take a look."
"But you...are not, injured?" Qingling was a little worried.
Shang Changheng smiled, "It's okay, I have you to help me."
After saying that, he walked away.
Qing Ling was stunned for a few moments before he reacted and his face suddenly turned red. Shang Changheng teased him again.
Helping... is nothing more than that thing. He is a great medicine for evil spirits, from the body to the soul, intercourse... can also help Shang Changheng recover.
Shang Changheng did not rush out, but stood in front of the door. He could see a shadow coming through the door. It looked like a man in a monk's robe, but he could only feel an extremely strange aura on the other person. It was different from the Buddha's light that made his body look like fire in Mingci Temple, and it was also different from the murderous and decisive Vajra eyes on Miaoyuan. The man outside... had an inexplicably cold aura.
Not a serious monk.
Shang Changheng made a conclusion in his heart.
There are many evil cultivators in Yuzhou. Shang Changheng realized this as soon as he entered the mountain gate. This is no longer the battlefield where he had fought before, but the territory of Daxia. The vassal states are submitting to him and trading with each other, so there are even more strange people coming and going.
Luo Jia, who was standing outside, showed a look of surprise.
He had heard that there used to be a school of ghost-controlling in the Central Plains, but it had disappeared for a long time. The evil aura within was strong, yet it still knew how to confront and test him. Could it be the natal ghost refined by someone with a high level of cultivation?
Anyone who sees such a ferocious ghost would be envious.
Luo Jia pressed down the drum that was shaking around his waist.
"My Dharma name is Luojia."
The man outside spoke first, "I came from the west, and it's my first time in your place. I happened to see you, Senior, so I came to pay you a visit."
Qingling never expected that the person outside was actually a person.
It was a small vassal state in the west. Qingling didn't know much about it, but the other party seemed to know the Central Plains very well. They spoke fluent Chinese with clear pronunciation.
Shang Changheng turned around and exchanged glances with Qingling. They both realized that the person outside seemed to have misunderstood something. After a brief silence, Shang Changheng replied in a deep voice: "We are also passing through here. There is no need to pay a visit."
It would be boring if it was a person. Shang Changheng was not interested. If it was really an evil creature, he could swallow it to replenish his energy.
The evil aura at the door surged like a warning, and Luo Jia couldn't help but take a step back. With this movement, his hands loosened, and the drum on his waist started to sound again. He immediately whispered a scolding in his Western dialect, and the drum became quiet.
This Vajra Buddha Drum had never reacted so strongly, as if it was trying its best to tell him to stay away from here. Although Luojia was somewhat reluctant, the horror of the evil spirit inside seemed to be beyond his imagination. After weighing the pros and cons, he slowly backed away from the door.
He had heard that there were many talented people in the Central Plains. Although he had not seen many along the way, and had collected the souls of several people from the Central Plains in this drum, it seemed that he really could not afford to offend the one in the room.
"Gone?" Qingling asked hesitantly.
"Well, let's go." Shang Changheng came back and hugged Qingling into his arms, "Don't worry about him."
Qingling always felt that the monk who came from the west had bad intentions, and... the yin energy around him was ridiculously heavy, and there was also that weird drum sound.
Why do the monks in the vassal state act like evil practitioners?
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