094. Weird
The bamboo building was elegant and moisture-proof. Aji led Qingling and his companions inside. The young man seemed puzzled and asked, "But this mountain road is difficult to walk on. Not to mention a carriage, even a horse can't get in. How did you get in?"
No one answered, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He just smiled and said, "It's dark today. You can't go into the mountains even if you want to. You should wait until daybreak."
After saying this, he skipped out with his hands behind his back, humming a foreign mountain tune.
Zhu Lezhi leaned against the door, watching the young man turn into another bamboo building. She crossed her arms and looked back at Qing Ling and Shang Changheng who were already sitting at the table. "So now... who are we?"
Qing Ling rubbed his brows and said softly, "Let Chang Heng go and explore the way."
Zhu Lezhi showed a look of disapproval, "We really have no clue about this deep forest. At least there is a solitary peak with a clear direction in Cangjun Mountain, and there is a spirit ship that can take us in. To be honest, we can summon the spirit ship thanks to our young master Qing's physique that is prone to seeing ghosts, and there is also a bit of luck inside. This-"
She pointed in the direction of the mountains behind her. "It's written in the notebook that there are barren mountains in the southwest, with dense forests. If you follow a small path from the northeast into the mountains, and walk for more than ten miles, the mountain looks like a white tiger squatting, looking up at the tomb. If it wants to carry away the bones, it will be a white tiger carrying the corpse, which is a great omen. Bury it. I'm afraid Senior Shang can't be more than ten miles away from you, not to mention that the so-called ten miles is too vague, and the direction is not even mentioned. It's not easy to find the omen of the white tiger carrying the corpse in this place where mountains are connected. Besides, we have actually entered Rongzhangling now. Back then, it was probably just a small border town for the Great Zhou. Senior Shang is not from the mortal world, and it would be difficult for him to tell the direction in the mortal world, let alone go into the mountains to look for it without a map."
After she finished this long string of words, even Miaoyuan couldn't help but nodded.
But Qing Ling looked calm and said softly: "Chang Heng knows it clearly. Besides, it is not necessary to find the tomb. It is just a matter of finding a similar path."
As he said this, he looked at Shang Changheng, and his expression, which was always as calm as a clear spring, was a little gentler.
Then he added, "We can also check this village. Although we are just passers-by and don't need to meddle in other people's business, it's always good to know ourselves and the enemy, so that no one can take the initiative."
When it comes to saving his life, Qingling's caution is real. Even with Shang Changheng's blade that can kill with one use, he still doesn't feel safe to just sit there and wait for death in someone else's territory. Maybe he misunderstood Aji's vague malice, or maybe this village is actually vulnerable, but it's definitely right to make preparations early.
Whether it is killing a chicken or slaughtering a cow, it is not enough to just use a knife. In Qingling's opinion, they have to be tied up until only their eyeballs can move, and then chopped into minced meat before it is safe.
Since Qing Ling said so, the other two did not object. Shang Changheng touched Qing Ling's hair and whispered in his ear: "I will be back soon."
The figure suddenly disappeared, blending into the darkness like a shadow.
This was the first time that Shang Changheng left Qingling with them. Zhu Lezhi and Miaoyuan exchanged glances several times, and both seemed to want to say something, but no one spoke for a while.
Qingling took out a piece of cold dry food, broke it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. In fact, it had no taste, and was dry and hard. It was the only dry food that could be brought on the road, but Qingling did not dislike it. He did not even frown while eating, but he needed to moisten it with water occasionally.
He really looks like a gentle, handsome and well-behaved young man.
"Young Master, what are you thinking?" Zhu Lezhi asked cautiously, and then quickly added, "Don't worry, those Taoist priests and monks who forcibly break up couples in the storybooks are actually fake. Under normal circumstances, we will not easily interfere with the cause and effect of others, unless this evil creature is causing trouble and killing people indiscriminately without distinguishing cause and effect, then there is nothing we can do."
Qing Ling uttered an “hmm” with the last syllable rising, seeming to be a little confused.
He asked softly, "What do you think?"
"Just... the two of you." Zhu Lezhi closed the door of the bamboo building, but still stood beside the door frame, "You and Senior Shang."
Qing Ling smiled and said, "What else can I think? We have already kissed, so let's just make do with it."
He spoke so logically and in such a natural tone, as if the person he was marrying was not a thousand-year-old evil spirit.
Miao Yuan was not surprised at all. In fact, since the day when he drew the thunder from the sky to kill the evil ghost and Qing Ling was standing in front of him, he had a vague premonition, so he gave Zhu Lezhi a look that said "Just watch and I'll tell you."
Zhu Lezhi sighed helplessly, looked into Qingling's deep eyes, and said nothing more.
She just felt a little regretful. If Shang Changheng was not an evil ghost, even if they were two men, Zhu Lezhi would be willing to sincerely wish them a happy marriage and a long life together. But when she saw at a glance that the two people would not have a good ending, she did not even have the heart to persuade them.
Just then, brisk footsteps were heard outside the door, and then someone knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
"Do you want to eat? I cooked something."
It's Aji again.
He looked weak and even shorter than Qing Ling. He was also thin, but he always carried an inexplicable sense of danger. The people in the room quickly exchanged glances. Zhu Lezhi, who was standing at the door, opened the door and said with a smile: "Thank you, we will accept it."
She looked down and saw that the small wooden bowl was filled with colorful rice. There seemed to be some wild vegetable leaves in it. It smelled fragrant and looked good, so she reached out and took the wooden plate.
"You're welcome." Aji grinned, looked into the house, and turned around and left easily.
Zhu Lezhi brought the plate and bowl of rice back and put them on the table, whispering, "Could this kid have been looking for Senior Shang? Is he crazy? He knew there was such a vicious ghost following us, but he still had the guts to do something?"
"Either we misunderstood." Qing Ling pushed the wooden tray and the three bowls of rice inside away, "Or he has someone to rely on, but he doesn't look like a fool at all."
In fact, Qingling's suspicion had no reason other than intuition, let alone evidence. Aji's actions from beginning to end did not offend or show any hostility. But because of this, the uneasiness in Qingling's heart was initially just a budding seedling, which had now begun to grow uncontrollably.
The most ridiculous thing is that there is no reason.
He just looked like a very hospitable young man.
"Is Qiu Ping's soul still there?" Qing Ling suddenly asked.
Zhu Lezhi was slightly startled, then nodded, "I extracted his soul and put it in a magic weapon. When I return home, I will deal with the evil cultivator in the ancestral hall."
Qing Ling nodded, "I have something I want to ask him, can I...?"
"Yes." Zhu Lezhi immediately stood up and rummaged through the luggage that had been moved into the bamboo house for a while before taking out a palm-sized gourd engraved with golden runes. As soon as he opened it, a spooky ghostly aura emanated from inside.
Zhu Lezhi made a gesture with his fingers and shouted in a low voice: "Come out!"
A transparent figure floated out of the gourd. It was the pale and weak Qiu Ping. He looked a little dazed, like a wandering soul with very weak yin energy.
"Qiu Ping." Qing Ling spoke.
Qiu Ping seemed to be suddenly awakened. He looked around slowly and immediately revealed a look of extreme fear.
Qing Ling frowned slightly, and then asked: "Where did you get the information about that notebook?"
Qiu Ping almost shivered and huddled into a ball, obviously frightened by Zhu Lezhi. He was just a wandering soul now, and anyone here could turn him into ashes. He didn't dare to hide it at the moment, but he was different from when he was alive. He thought blankly for a long time before he said stiffly: "Yes... I learned it from a few people who were doing the landowners. They wanted to get something for nothing, taking the money but not giving the goods..."
Doing earth work.
Grave robber who digs up graves.
This is not any useful information, but how did they know that the note was in the Qing family and what was recorded in it? The note was not a treasure, but it happened to record the evil spirit suppressed in Zhanlong Mountain. To others, it was just a pile of waste paper, but to Qiu Ping, the evil spirit was an incomparable temptation.
"You don't know where they got it from?" Qing Ling asked again.
Qiu Ping shook his head, "No."
Qing Ling nodded to Zhu Lezhi, indicating that she had finished asking questions. Zhu Lezhi reached out and took Qiu Ping back. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when her fingers suddenly flicked uncontrollably.
She lowered her head in horror and looked at her fingers, but found nothing wrong. However, she felt a slight numbness from the fingertips, and had no feeling at all. From a physical point of view, it was as if the finger had disappeared from her body.
Seeing her staring at her fingers blankly, Qingling and Miaoyuan stood up, but Zhu Lezhi said in a deep voice: "Don't move yet."
She didn't panic, but looked around thoughtfully, wondering when she was hit and what kind of weird trick it was, because she was sure there was no Yin energy belonging to dead things around. She whispered, "There's something wrong with my hand... It's like it's not mine, and that feeling is still spreading upwards. This weird trick must have come from Yin Xing, but I don't even know when I was hit."
Qing Ling placed his eyes on the three bowls of colorful rice grains, moved his fingers twice, frowned and said, "I touched it just now, but I didn't feel anything... Wait!"
He looked up suddenly. "You took it from that Aji. Maybe the problem lies with him, but you—"
Qing Ling didn't finish his words when he suddenly stopped in confusion.
The three people in the room showed the same strange expression.
After a few breaths, Miao Yuan slowly asked, "Benefactor, I wish you... another vitality has appeared in you."
It is the breath of a living thing, different from the breath of cold and yin objects, and this situation...usually occurs in pregnant women.
Zhu Lezhi's mouth twitched. She really felt like the sky had fallen. She gritted her teeth and asked, "No... our hands didn't even touch. That's impossible?"
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