115. Homecoming
People in the underworld always put righteousness first when doing things.
This was vividly reflected in Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan. No matter how much they wanted to get rid of the thousand-year-old evil spirit, they had been on the same path for a while after all. Even Miao Yuan, who had initially shouted at Shang Changheng to kill him, no longer showed any hostility. The inn was still not safe, so they took Qing Ling away and hid him in a small house that Zhu Lezhi had rented some time ago.
Qing Ling has been busy preparing something. Although he said that Shang Changheng was going to settle a thousand-year-old feud, it seemed that Qing Ling had no intention of sitting idle.
The most appropriate opportunity comes on the Jiyou month, Guimao day, when it is a cloudy night.
The great formation obscured the way of heaven, and the evil corpses wreaked havoc on the world. If Shang Changjun was a little more sinister, he could have asked those evil corpses to act separately and it would not have been difficult to massacre the entire Luzhou in one night.
Daxia is in the midst of a turbulent time. If chaos breaks out suddenly and war breaks out again, it is hard to say whether Zhu Hongxu, who is like Shang Changheng in the past and is the emperor appointed by heaven, can ascend to the throne. Qingling already vaguely understands what Shang Changjun wants to do.
The Way of Heaven is high and mighty and depicts the lives of mortals at will. Although most people can live their lives in mediocrity and confusion, there are also some people who are responsible for the lives of countless creatures. They stand under the Way of Heaven and above all living things. Now Shang Changjun wants to fight with the Way of Heaven once - to fight with countless lives.
In fact, Qingling no longer cared about whether he was right or wrong. Everyone has his own reasons and everyone has his own priorities. Qingling also has his own reasons for doing things even though he knew they were wrong.
After sunset, Qingling finally put down his pen. At this moment, someone came to the door. It should be a local Yin Xing from Luzhou. There were four knocks on the courtyard door, three by a human and four by a ghost. Zhu Lezhi and Miaoyuan jumped up suddenly.
A hoarse voice that couldn't be distinguished between a man and a woman came from outside the door: "Is anyone there? Open the door."
The smell of corpse seeped into the house through the crack in the door.
Qing Ling frowned slightly, thinking that everything was calm outside, so how come a talking corpse suddenly appeared?
"There is a very powerful old woman in Luzhou, she is a coroner." Zhu Lezhi narrowed his eyes vigilantly, "She can also control corpses. I heard that she has helped the government solve many cases with this skill."
Investigating a case is different from using magic to seize power and make money, not to mention that there will always be connections between the black and white worlds. This is the case with the famous old coroner in Luzhou. As Zhu Lezhi said, even if Shang Changjun's crazy actions were secretive, it would not be easy to delay them until now to be discovered by the shady people. It is still too fantastic to think of massacring the city without anyone noticing.
Qing Ling glanced at the sky and realized that it was still too early to leave the city, but those people had already come to kill him.
But it's no use if he dies.
This scheme was not set up by Shang Changheng at all, but by Shang Changjun. Without him and Shang Changheng, Luzhou would be in real danger. However, no one would believe these words. No one would believe that an evil spirit would protect the people.
"Donor Qing." Miao Yuan held the string of seven-treasure bodhi in his hand, staring at the door solemnly, with a light golden Buddha light radiating from his body. He said in a deep voice: "I will clear the way for you, you take the opportunity to rush out and do what you want to do."
Qingling was slightly startled.
Zhu Lezhi also patted his shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, he is from Wunian Temple, and I am from the Zhu family. No matter how fierce the man outside is, he dare not kill us. We will block him here, and the carriage is in the backyard."
In fact, Qingling understood it all.
If Wunian Temple and Zhu family were really willing to help him, there wouldn't be only Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan here.
"We believe in you, and we also believe in Senior Shang." Zhu Lezhi pinched Qingling's shoulder fiercely. "I originally wanted to give you more time to prepare, but now that may not be possible. Qingling, I bet you are the only ray of hope in this troubled time. You must not let me and Master Miaoyuan down."
"Thank you." Qing Ling said hoarsely. He quickly tied the package and put it on his back.
Miao Yuan pushed open the door and prepared to go to the front door of the small house, while Zhu Lezhi took Qingling and ran quickly to the backyard. Qingling led out the horse, and just as he was about to leave, Zhu Lezhi suddenly called him, "Qingling."
Qingling turned around.
"Don't hate them." Zhu Lezhi looked helpless and sad. "Until the last moment, no one knows whether what they did is right or wrong, but everyone's goal is actually the same. They... don't know about Senior Shang's affairs."
Qing Ling looked at her and said, "Miss Zhu, you will not regret what you did today, I promise you, and -"
He suddenly laughed.
It was as if he had shed the layer of indifference and coldness that kept people at a distance, and left behind the last words: "Hate is too tiring."
Shang Changheng used the last day to keep Qingling in the city. With his intelligence, how could he not know what Qingling would face? But Shang Changheng had no other choice. The marriage contract tied them together, so he could only delay time. When he had to leave Qingling, Qingling only had to protect herself before everything was over.
While waiting in the mountains, Shang Changheng looked in the direction of Luyuan without saying a word.
What he actually saw was not his former hometown. Time can change many things. It was no longer his hometown. He just felt reluctant to leave that person.
But Shang Changjun didn't care about him at all.
This thousand-year wait was about to be fulfilled. He leaned against the mountain wall, his eyes flushed red, and he whispered, "The time is almost here..."
Shang Changheng didn't know for a moment which of the two of them was more pathetic.
The dead have been suffering for thousands of years, and the living are not much better. At this point, even Shang Changheng, the evil ghost, is tired of resentment.
The wind picked up in the middle of the night, echoing in the mountains like a whimper. Shang Changjun sat cross-legged on the ground and cut his wrists. The scarlet blood flowed down his hands and seeped into the earth. Then he made seals with his hands, his eyes showing ecstasy and madness.
"Blood sacrifice!"
"——Bi Zhen, the formation is up!"
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to stagnate at this moment, and the gaze that was staring at all living beings was blocked by invisible waves. Shang Changjun's body was using Shang Changheng's heart, and even his blood was a natural treasure filled with spiritual energy. The blood poured into the earth, and as the hand seals took shape, an array pattern flashing with brilliant golden light suddenly lit up - the array pattern spread rapidly, and it seemed that the mountains and the earth were all trapped in it, and even the city in the distance was lit up by the array pattern.
Shang Changjun had indeed prepared for a very long time. This was his only chance, and his face was rapidly turning pale. The formation pattern was draining his blood and vitality, but everything happened in just a few breaths. The large formation that had been carved long ago was completely formed. At this moment, this world was no longer under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao!
Shang Changjun laughed softly and called out, "Come out, everyone."
He changed his hand gestures again, and a huge bronze bell appeared behind him. The ancient bronze bell emitted a clear and distant sound of collision, resounding through the sky.
"roar--!"
There were roars and howls like wild beasts coming from the mountain, one after another. Shang Changheng was very familiar with the figures that appeared first. They were Zuo Baichuan, Wei Qingxia, and the agile Hou Su. Only Hou Su kept muttering, "Kill... Kill...!"
Then, there seemed to be a scratching sound coming from under the ground, and one after another, the soldiers who had been buried deep and dead for thousands of years crawled out from the soil. They were grimacing and covered in blue-gray, some of them were no longer intact, and the armor they wore had long since been decayed and tattered due to the years. The souls imprisoned in their bodies let out unwilling and painful roars.
Shang Changheng looked up and seemed to see purgatory on earth.
"It's still too much of a stretch." Shang Changjun's face was completely bloodless, and blood was still oozing out from his wrist. His voice had become weak, but his expression was still crazy and excited. He looked at Shang Changheng and said, "Brother, actually... you should be the one leading them. I have always known that I, the emperor... in their hearts, am not as good as you, the commander-in-chief. Even my father thinks so. If it weren't for... if you couldn't come back, I wouldn't be the emperor... I really hate you..."
"I hate that God is using us as grinding stones and stepping stones for you... I also hate that you have such a good life..."
Shang Changheng curled his lips indifferently, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."
He was indeed lucky, but how good was his final outcome?
"Yes, if Hou Su hadn't broken into the underground palace, you would be among them today." Shang Changjun also laughed and murmured, "But I don't hate you that much. It doesn't matter whether I hate you or not at this point. Who cares? I just... want..."
His hand gestures suddenly changed, and the ferocious corpses that crawled out from the ground lined up as if they were alive. Three brave generals were in the front, but they suddenly turned around and went in all directions. They had received the order and now they had to take back the city.
Shang Changjun used up his last bit of strength and looked towards Luyuan with great affection.
That's his home.
Unlike Shang Changheng who left the royal capital in his early years, Shang Changjun has never left the capital of Da Zhou since he was a child.
"Go home..."
Shang Changheng knelt down on one knee in front of Shang Changjun, stretched out his hand, and slowly closed the pair of eyes that were trying hard to open wide.
His life was not enough, and his heart was not enough. Shang Changjun exhausted his soul to support this formation to resist the heavenly punishment for thousands of soldiers.
"Okay." Shang Changheng said softly, "Tishou, let's go home."
Tishou, that is Shang Changjun’s courtesy name.
The next moment, the cold and violent evil aura surged like the tide. They each had their own camp and selfish ambitions. He could have taken Shang Changjun's life on the day he first met him - but Shang Changheng didn't.
Because of selfishness.
Mortals could not see the lit array pattern, but most of the Yinxing people gathered around Luyuan City could see it. Qingling, who had already galloped out of the city gate on his horse, could also see it. He used some tricks to force the soldiers guarding the city to open the gate. The people who were chasing him and Miaoyuan and Zhu Lezhi who were intercepted in the middle had also arrived at the city gate.
The gray-haired old woman angrily shouted, "You youngsters, do you really want to cause chaos in the world?!"
"No chaos!" Zhu Lezhi replied, "Senior, if you really want to stop him, the world will be in chaos!"
Miao Yuan said nothing and just kept fighting.
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