078. Spirit Ship
"My late husband."
Qing Ling whispered, and after a moment of trance, he chuckled, "It's not impossible."
A complex expression flashed across Shang Changheng's eyes for a moment. He wanted to laugh but also wanted to sigh. In the end, he only said, "You... are quite frank."
"What else?" Qing Ling tied up her hair with a hairband and smiled helplessly at the mirror, "I have a bad fate, and so do you. Chang Heng, it's over... it's over."
The last four words are very light.
Shang Changheng remained silent.
Yes, that's the way it is.
Why does he look at Qingling differently? Shang Changheng asked himself, and in the end there was only one answer, he had no reason not to like Qingling. As a fierce ghost, his evil spirit and hostility never disappeared for a moment, but the murderous ghost regained some humanity because he fell in love with someone.
He stood behind Qing Ling, caressed her warm and soft cheek, and said softly: "If only I could be born in this world with you, I wouldn't be... unable to give you a decent betrothal gift."
It was hard to explain the entanglement of grievances. Qing Ling turned around, grabbed Shang Changheng's hand, and said softly, "Then you must protect me well."
Shang Changheng covered Qingling's eyes with his other hand, and his expression suddenly changed, with a deep abyss of dark resentment hidden in his forbearance.
What a fool, he thought.
Don’t you want to live a good life?
Why do you say such things? Why should I communicate with him? Now that things are like this...how can he let go?
But time never returns, and the Heaven is looking down upon all living things. From ancient times to the present, day and night rotate, and the eternal sun and moon do not care about the pain and resentment of a ghost. The four seasons are in order, and the day will eventually dawn. However, such warm and bright sunlight and the world of the living do not belong to the ghost who has been dead for thousands of years.
The night is not over yet.
Qing Ling saw the former Shang Changheng in his dream. He was still calm and composed, working almost all night in the military tent. However, when passing on military orders, he would subconsciously blurt out: "Hou Su, let Zuo Bai——"
The sound stopped abruptly.
Hou Su remained silent, and no one mentioned the name that had not been read out completely.
After losing Zuo Baichuan, his senior brother and subordinate, Shang Changheng's sadness seemed to end only when he saw the head at the city gate. He calmly lowered his eyes and repeated his words: "It's winter now. Pass the order down. Even though it's not the season when the Dongyi people often attack the city, we must not... relax. Go."
"Yes." There was no sadness on Hou Su's face, and he just stepped back.
They had long been accustomed to death and separation, and every time the two armies clashed, someone would fall.
After Hou Su left, Shang Changheng in the military tent was in a daze for a long time, and Qingling knelt beside him, looking at him quietly.
What is Shang Changheng thinking at this moment?
But it's not a good thing after all.
Qing Ling even felt that even if the war was won, it would not be a victory for Shang Changheng, because what he lost would never come back. But on second thought, if that were the case... those who died on the battlefield could also die for a good cause. But God was so cruel, and the frequent natural disasters year after year cut off the last hope of survival for the Great Zhou.
In the dream, Qingling was still holding the fish lantern. He placed the fish lantern next to the candlestick. The dim fish lantern was stained by the candlelight and covered with a layer of dim light.
"When the fish lanterns are on, people traveling far away can return home safely."
Qingling spoke softly and fell silent again.
He knew that Shang Changheng could not return home, although... he didn't know what happened later, and why Shang Changheng was sacrificed to the dragon vein, but the Great Zhou was destroyed, all the old friends were gone, and when he woke up, it was the unfamiliar Great Xia a thousand years later. How could he have a home to return to?
The dream will end at the end of the night. Qingling opened his eyes in Shang Changheng's arms, and as expected, he met the eyes of this evil ghost. He moved forward, gently hooked Shang Changheng's shoulders, and pecked the corner of his lips.
"I'm awake."
"Yeah." Shang Changheng also kissed him gently on the cheek, "It's not too late for the sun to rise, it's okay if you want to sleep a little longer."
Qingling was distracted again.
He had never seen how ordinary couples got along, but he always felt that this was the way it should be.
"No need to sleep." Qing Ling got up from his arms and sat on the couch to wake up. "Think of a way to get into the mountain as soon as possible."
The Cang County Mountains are very large, with continuous mountains and winding waterways. The mountains stretch southward and eventually submerge into the sea. In these dozens of miles of mountains, it saves time and effort to enter the mountains by water. If you really want to go over the mountains and over the ridges, the distance will be several times longer. Moreover, although Qingling Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan do not understand the art of geomancy, they have Taizhu Jie's notes, plus Shang Changheng who can understand maps. After research by the three of them and the ghost, they have been able to vaguely determine the specific location of Shang Changheng's tomb, which should be under a solitary peak in the mountains, with a waterway on one side and cliffs and deep valleys on the other.
I just don’t know what the situation in the mountain is now as the mountain has changed over the past thousand years.
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Qingling was unsure, but with Shang Changheng around, he would not die in the mountains from a misstep.
Originally, I had planned to go over the mountain and find a villager at the foot of the mountain to lead the way, but I didn't expect the road to take such an unexpected turn.
When they were eating in the house, they talked about this matter. Zhu Lezhi sighed, "Anyway, we know the general route. I asked the innkeeper this morning. There are mostly fishermen and villagers around here. There are many poisonous plants and insects in the Cangjun Mountains, and there is miasma from time to time. It is safer on the water. It is not easy to find a guide who can recognize the mountain road. We might as well take the water route. No one is willing to go into the mountains, so let's hire a spirit ship."
"Spirit ship?" Qing Ling asked, "What is that?"
"Water ghost." Zhu Lezhi put down his chopsticks after finishing his meal. "It's a ghost ship. The muddy water is probably very clean now... but the muddy water comes from the South China Sea! Legend has it that ships often disappear on the sea, and they will reappear on the sea after many years, but the ships are dilapidated and empty. They are all wandering souls that sank in the sea and want to go home. I don't know why, but ghosts who died in the water seem to rarely go to the underworld, unless someone helps them to be reborn. But things in the world are not always clear, and this is not important. We may be able to summon a spirit ship by setting up an altar. Although this thing is in the human world, it is not a ship in the yang world. If ordinary people go up, it will definitely be dangerous, but isn't it just right for us to use it?"
Qing Ling thought it was feasible and nodded: "Good idea. If the spirit ship is given to others, they may be in danger of death, but with Chang Heng here, we will be safer. But how should we do it?"
"I'm afraid you have to come." Zhu Lezhi looked at Qingling and said, "To put it bluntly, it's to summon ghosts. If the one you summon is not right, you can summon it again. Miaoyuan is a physical cultivator and has the intention of killing. No ghost would dare to come if you count on him to summon it..."
The person on the other side waved his hand menacingly and said, "Come here! Who is the fool to come here and seek death?"
Qingling glanced at Zhou Zheng and Miao Yuan, who were fiddling with the seven-treasure bodhi rosary with their hands together, without saying a word.
Zhu Lezhi added: "I can protect the altar for you. It is true that the Zhu family carries the blood of the ancient witches, but Qingling, your fate and body are really rare in a century... You have a higher chance of success."
Qingling understood.
Miao Yuan was like a deadly weapon. No one dared to come even if they stood there and shouted at the top of their lungs, for fear of losing their lives. But he was different. He was a rare treasure that was rarely seen in a century. His attraction to sneaky people was extremely deadly. When he went to the shore, it was like a piece of meat. Evil spirits would want to take a bite of him when they saw him.
"Okay." Qing Ling agreed. He also knew how to summon ghosts... but he had only summoned Shang Changheng.
But as Zhu Lezhi said, wherever he goes, it would probably attract ghosts.
Summoning ghosts has to wait until night, but this time they have to go into the mountains, so they have to prepare their own gifts. Of course, the useless scriptures and books they brought along the way have to be left behind and properly placed in the inn. By the time they finished, it was already dark, and they came to a muddy waterside where there were few people. Miao Yuan hid far away, Shang Changheng restrained his breath, and Zhu Lezhi set up the incense burner.
Seeing that the afterglow of the setting sun was about to be swallowed up by the night, Qingling inserted the soul-guiding incense into the incense burner and lit it, then sat cross-legged on the shore, with his hands clasped together, a yellow talisman between his fingers, and a red thread wrapped around his hands. The red thread was extremely long, and the other end was immersed in the muddy water.
"The outer legend selects the ancestors, the inner guardian leads the soldiers, the yellow true shines with the horns, and destroys thousands of spirits."
"Golden Truth is invigorated, the nine demons are annihilated, ascend to the third realm, and command all spirits!"
This was different from the summoning spell Qing Ling had used in the past. It was a serious ghost summoning spell. He even used a summoning talisman. It was a summoning rather than an invitation. It was a very impolite ghost summoning spell.
The moment the sound fell, the talisman spontaneously combusted, and the talisman ashes floated into the water without wind.
It was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Just when Qingling thought it was going to happen again, a thin layer of mist suddenly appeared on the water surface, and ripples spread out in circles, as if someone was walking towards them step by step on the water.
A figure slowly emerged from the mist, and the stench of foul smell came with the wind, and the figure became more and more real.
It was a creature that was completely green and no longer in human form.
Looks fierce.
Qing Ling immediately closed his eyes, "Chang Heng!"
A scream suddenly rang out, and the stench dissipated in an instant. Qing Ling took a breath before opening his eyes, then pinched out another talisman to continue summoning ghosts.
Not long.
There were ripples on the water again, this time they were very large, as if something was approaching quickly.
Then, a dark, twisted hand reached the shore.
Qing Ling closed his eyes again: "Chang Heng."
After a few breaths, Qingling opened his eyes and continued to attack.
Miao Yuan in the distance had a complicated expression. Those two who had just been scared to death...if they really crawled out, they would be very troublesome evil ghosts. But in the blink of an eye, the evil ghosts were reduced to ashes.
The third time.
There was movement on the water again.
This time it finally floated over. Qingling thought it was a boat, but it seemed a little small...until it got closer, he saw that it was a mahogany coffin.
At the same time, there were humming sounds coming from the shore, as well as very clear suona sounds, playing funeral music. Qingling turned around, but saw a red sedan chair. Everyone in the wedding procession showed a very exaggerated and stiff smile, and they skipped forward as if they were floating.
Zhu Lezhi covered his eyes and said, "This time it's not just the water that's coming!"
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