Beyond the Divine States Chapter 38: : The city of falling snow, the spring is cold
In the splashing night, the entire imperial city seemed extremely quiet.
The previous astonishing changes on the Long Street only caused riots in a small area, and did not spread too far. Many people are still immersed in the joy of the disaster. The corpses outside the National Teacher’s Office have been cleaned up. The killers on the assassin list were killed and wounded by this battle. It is conceivable that for a long period of time in the future, the killer organization in the country will be out of control.
The imperial city is very large, and the surrounding Yantai Mountains are even more majestic and square, like a giant palm holding up the ancient city.
Because of years of wars, even in the imperial city, there are no longer a few people who secretly moved to other countries. Many big houses have been emptied. According to folklore, once no one lives in the house, the old furniture in it will be Will give birth to charm, so for those old houses with rumors of haunting, usually a seal is put on the door.
In the imperial city, the footsteps of officers and soldiers sounded again. Now the owner of the imperial palace is Zhao Xianger, and they are also receiving her orders.
Although the order is the highest level A, it didn't mention too much key information. It only said that there were fish that slipped through the net still remaining in the palace, and they needed their full search. Those empty houses naturally became the focus of the search.
There are not many soldiers available in the imperial city today, and coupled with this all-day rush, the fear in their hearts and physical fatigue weighed on them.
Everyone is waiting for the night to pass.
It's just that it's not yet at the moment, and the night has just begun.
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Ning Changjiu did not choose any empty house. He took Ning Xiaoling into the largest temple in the city. Today, due to the riots in the imperial city, the temple was closed early. The main hall with the closed doors was empty. People, there is a vague sound of sweeping water outside.
In the main hall, there is a big Buddha. The Buddha statue is golden and the treasure is solemn. On the front copper stand, four rows of candles are lit. The candle light is cool and bright, reflecting the golden light of the old Buddha. The densely packed candlesticks are about sixty. There are four people, and there are incense tables before the candlesticks. On the incense tables are a few statues of Goddess of Mercy and two colored porcelains, all of which are kind.
And on both sides of the golden Buddha, there are many idols of different shapes, but those idols are skinny, or have three heads and six arms, or hold magical instruments, or have compassion on their faces. Now the temple is empty, and the idols are shining with a faint candle light. , It seems very scary.
But the awe-inspiring Buddha light accumulated here for a long time has a natural victory over the monsters in the world.
Ning Changjiu shook a copper coin from his sleeve and placed it on the threshold. He went into the temple to worship the Buddha and worshipped the gods. He knelt on the futon and bowed briefly.
The one on the threshold is the copper coin used by Ning Qinshui before his death. This copper coin is a product of scattered cultivation. It can temporarily isolate a space to prevent ghosts and evils in the house from escaping, and it can also prevent the invasion of yin outside.
Ning Xiaoling's petite body is wrapped in a translucent white cocoon, and the illusory foxtail hangs over her body. Her pretty face looks extremely calm at the moment, and her skin color has also become very pale. The lower veins and delicate blood vessels are faintly visible, the contradictory meaning of evil charm and holiness, appearing on the body of the girl who is only fourteen years old at the same time, sketching her like a demon spirit outside the world.
At this moment, she is trapped in the heart demon.
Her realm has risen too fast, and she jumped into the second realm of Xuantong and Xiantong, and it is directly shocking the world with a long life and breaking the purple court.
So she lacks the experience of breaking the demons, because in essence, her mind is still just the fourteen-year-old girl. At a normal speed, she should have left the imperial city and grind for another half a year before breaking the realm, but now with Ning Changjiu's'help', she has come directly before this realm.
The Tribulation of the Heart Demon is a heart-seeking game.
Now Ning Xiaoling's cocoon coat is getting thicker and thicker, and her vital signs are getting weaker and weaker, indicating that she is getting more and more sleepy in this tragedy.
Ning Changjiu took out two charms from his sleeves, one was pasted on Ning Xiaoling's cocoon, and the other was pasted on his forehead.
They were the two purple gold runes that Ning Qinshui took out that day. The rune paper was written by a real outsider, and he felt very admired by the smooth and flowing way of drawing runes.
At that time, these two amulets were the locks that closed their bodies. Now Ning Changjiu secretly changed a few strokes and distorted the meaning of the amulets, so these two amulets became a bridge to communicate their consciousness.
Before Ning Xiaoling entered the demon, Ning Changjiu told her that there are many talisman in the world, and a few strokes may produce an upside-down mysterious effect.
It’s just that this talisman modification technique is extremely difficult to learn, and a slight mistake or error in the strength of the brush will make the whole talisman out of fit.
Ning Changjiu lit a stick of incense on the counter to record the time, and then he leaned against the dark red wooden pillar in the hall, and quickly closed his eyes and settled.
He hooked Ning Xiaoling's consciousness with the help of these two purple and gold runes.
He entered her inner demons.
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That is an ancient city with falling snow.
Ning Changjiu’s consciousness seemed to fall from the sky. In his field of vision, he looked down at a small border town with a vast expanse of snow. The wind and snow covered his field of vision. Thin white.
Those white pens that seem to be blank, outline the layout of the entire city roughly squarely.
The river passing through the city has been frozen with ice, there are few pedestrians and horses on the street, and the place where the snow is full is mostly a lot of sweetness.
His eyes fell slowly, and finally landed on a street. A wine flag was erected on his side. The book had a square and square wine flag. It was frozen stiff at the moment, and the house was drinking. The sound of clinking glasses was heard, and he seemed to care nothing about the sudden appearance of a person on the street outside the house.
Anyway, many people will die every winter.
Ning Changjiu glanced, only to see that the people in the house were wearing thin clothes, but all of them were happy, as if drinks could drive away all the cold, he just glanced at it, and then walked towards the city.
This city should be Ning Xiaoling's hometown.
He didn't care about these worldly noises in the past, not to mention the false dreams in the heart demon at this moment.
He needs to find Ning Xiaoling as soon as possible, then suppress her demon, and then cut off her inner demons for her.
After going through the catastrophe, the demon species is sleeping, and the most vulnerable time, this is the best time for him to perform countless calculations.
It's just that this city is so big, where can I find a little girl?
Ning Chang hasn't been in a hurry for a long time, his steps are not rushing, his consciousness is spreading out, and he slowly perceives this frozen city.
After this long street, there is a stone bridge. Standing on the stone bridge, the line of sight is wide. In the gaze, you can see a large number of bungalows and a tall and eye-catching ancient tower. , They don't seem to be illusory, they also carry the simplicity left by the historical winds and frosts.
And if the line of sight is farther away, you can see many places in the city, still shrouded in untouchable mist.
That is the lack of this city in Ning Xiaoling's memory.
Walking along the long bridge, the street is getting more and more people. Merchants selling goods on both sides of the road are pushing the stalls, looking around, yelling from time to time, and the woman in colored silk is holding an umbrella, laughing beautifully. There was a clear sound in the ears, and the licensed horse-drawn horse slowly ran across the street, leaving two long and deep ruts on the snowy street.
Ning's gaze fell on their faces for a long time, and then quickly moved away. He vaguely felt that something was wrong in the world, but he couldn't find the source of the problem for a while.
He continued to walk forward, and finally he saw a little girl in front of a dilapidated flat house.
The little girl, wearing an old jacket, fetched water next to the ancient well, and walked deep and shallow with a bucket in the snow, and several little boys surrounded her.
Then he saw the little girl fall to the ground, the water in the bucket turned out, she got up from the ground, cursed at the little boys who were taller than herself, rolled up her sleeves and hit it, the little girl Naturally, she couldn't beat them. She only relied on a brutal force. She knew that if she didn't do anything, they would only get worse next time.
Then she fell to the ground over and over again, but still staring at them fiercely. The little boy's laughter echoed all around, and she was very happy.
Ning Changjiu looked at the little girl's dark face and confirmed that it was still not Ning Xiaoling.
He didn't do anything. This is the illusion of the heart demon, and it is also something that has already happened. Even if he transfers time back and helps the little girl move the water back to the house, he still cannot change anything that has happened in time. Things in the long river.
This is the dust and sand that blows in front of you, even if you lose your eyes, you can only treat him as a faint cloud of smoke.
He continued to walk forward.
This city is much more lively than imagined, but the snow in the sky shows loneliness. This is a thin layer of ice covering the bustling city.
Going further is a lavish mansion, the crimson mansion door is closed tightly, and two majestic stone lions stand at the door. Inside the high courtyard, you can vaguely see carved wooden windows and cornices.
But Ning Changjiu knew that Ning Xiaoling must have nothing to do with this.
Because he could see that there was an empty gray mist under the carved railings with the raised corners of the cornices.
Because of the high courtyard wall, even if Ning Xiaoling stands on tiptoes, she can only see those things. The things underneath have never existed in her memory, because she and such a mansion Between, is always separated by an unattainable courtyard wall.
He continued to move forward.
Xueluo is silent, covering this ancient city like a girl's thicker and thicker cocoon.
Gradually, he discovered that something was wrong with the city. Although most of the trees in the city were withered, but when you look closely at many trees, you will find that the snowdrift is buried under the snow with new buds.
Many pedestrians on the street wear thin spring clothes, and they don't seem to feel the cold.
Now in this ancient city, winter is over, and spring is blooming.
Many people didn't even notice the heavy snowfall.
Because this is the snow in Ning Xiaoling's heart.
They are flying in the air one after another.
Ning Changjiu searched for a whole circle in the city. Those gray mists could not be touched and could not go deep, and his footprints were left in the rest of the place.
But he could not find Ning Xiaoling.
Finally, he went around looking around, before returning to the mansion, he looked at the pair of copper rings on the door, thinking about something.
After a while, the door suddenly opened, and four people came out carrying a sedan chair.
The cold wind blew the car curtain, and it was vaguely like a little girl's face.
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