Beyond the Divine States Chapter 4: : The girl kneeling in front of the temple

The night was silent and the lights were faintly shining. Ning Changjiu looked at her blankly, his extremely faint eyes almost transparent.

It was a moment of confusion.

He quickly returned to peace, just like the twinkling firework between the sleeves of the blue shirt.

"Good health and recuperation, don't think too much." He said: "I will always be your brother."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him fearfully.

Ning Changjiu looked at her face, and the girl shrank subconsciously. She shook her body when she touched the wall.

In the chaos of thoughts, Ning Changjiu turned and left, and the lights went out. Ning Xiaoling shrank in the corner, looking at the dark front in horror, as if she had run out of courage, she collapsed on the bed with both hands. Holding his face, tears overflowed between his pale and dry fingers.

click.

Ning Changjiu closed the door.

The autumn rain didn't stop outside. Ning Changjiu moved a chair and sat by the door. The sixteen-year-old boy sat like this, with a somewhat old-fashioned attitude.

"Who am I..." Ning Changjiu repeated this question again.

He has been thinking about this question all afternoon, during which the rain has been slow and hurried, but he has not been able to give him an answer.

On that frightening night five days ago, Ning Qinshui slapped him on the top of his head with a palm, the sky opened, countless evil spirits filed in, just as his soul was about to be bitten out in an instant, deep in his body , Something seems to wake up all at once.

It was an unfamiliar consciousness, which seemed to come from a gray and desolate "prison house."

Following Wangui Piyi, he woke up from his coma, only to feel that the heavens and the earth were clear, and countless mysterious Taoisms appeared in his memory as if they were natural.

He lightly tapped a finger and looked at the torn apart walking corpse, two completely different memories collided in his mind.

In another memory, his original name was Zhang Jiu, and after entering the teacher's door with the second brother, he said that the master did not like this surname, and changed it to "Long Jiu". And he chose a surname himself, because the word "Ning" is like a sword, so he chose Ning.

Twenty-four years of monastic career flashed through my mind like fragments, and the shadows rushed.

At the end of the memory, I returned to the question Ning Xiaoling asked him two days ago.

"What do you think of?"

"I remembered that Master killed me."

This brief conversation is the end of his last life.

It is also the starting point of this life.

Then which Ning Changjiu is he?

"Senior Sister, you once said that outside the hidden kingdom, people cannot come back from death." Ning Changjiu asked softly: "Then what am I?"

……

……

In the depths of the imperial city, a continuous attic towered along a long stairway. That place was supposed to be a palace like stars holding the moon, but only the charred walls remained.

The road to this ruin has been blocked, and guards are guarding them with lanterns overnight.

"Who?"

One of the guards suddenly shouted.

The faint light illuminates the rain, and in the night rain ahead, a figure walking with an umbrella is vaguely outlined.

It was an old red umbrella. The dense and neat ribs supported the dark red umbrella surface. The rain fell, jumped, shattered, and turned into mist.

The night is like water.

The umbrella has slowly passed over, the toe of the shoe exposed under the skirt of the skirt stepped over the gurgling water from the stone steps, and the sound was lightly broken.

The lantern in the guard's hand shook violently. He looked at the girl standing with the umbrella, his hand already on the scabbard.

The girl stopped, she untied a jade medal from her waist and passed it calmly.

The guard took the jade medal indefinitely and looked at it carefully, while another guard took a glance and knelt in the rain, respectfully and humbly said: "Welcome... Welcome back to the palace!"

The guard holding the jade card instantly understood, and the huge fear also made him kneel down, "His Royal Highness, you... are back."

The girl hummed softly, took the jade card back, stepped over the stone steps full of cracks, and walked towards the ruined palace at the end.

In front of the ruins, the umbrella surface was raised slightly, and the electric light ripped open the sky at the right time, and her face was reflected in the flashing light.

The girl's eyebrows are fine and beautiful, the green silk dipped in water, messing with her snowy cheeks, and in those lacquer eyes, lightning flashes through.

After a while, Qiu thunder rumbling past his ears.

The girl suddenly put the umbrella beside her, and her slender body knelt down against the ruined wall.

"The daughter is sorry for my mother, the student is sorry for the husband, the courtier is for the common people."

Qiu Yu wet her long hair and wet her skirt. The girl's voice is very soft, like a drizzle swaying in the wind at this moment:

"Xiang'er... why is it in vain?"

In the night, the girl knocked down gently.

……

In the early morning, the autumn rain stopped for a while, the clouds had not cleared, and the sky was still dim.

Ning Xiaoling drank the medicine and ate the porridge. She was wearing a white single clothes and a light-colored robe. She sat on the bed and meditated rarely.

Ning Changjiu cleaned the porcelain bowls of the stove and cleaned the slag. The ground was spotlessly cleaned by him, and the desk was neatly arranged, and he was very familiar with all this.

Ning Xiaoling secretly squinted his eyes to observe him, without making a sound.

Ning Changjiu pretended not to see her looking at herself.

The two seem to have forgotten the conversation last night, and nothing happened at all, each doing its own thing.

"Someone came and said yesterday that the examination of Master’s body has been completed. In order to prevent the corpse from changing, it will be burned under the Nine Spirits Stage." It was Ning Changjiu who broke the calm first: "Let’s go and see?" /

Ning Xiaoling slightly adjusted, she said quietly: "That old...Master, he almost killed us, what's so beautiful?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "You don't want to know the murderer?"

Ning Xiaoling glanced at him, feeling cold in her heart, suppressing the thought hidden deep in her heart, and said without changing her face: "I heard that there is a big ghost called Sparrow in the imperial city. Killed a lot of people, and those people are very miserable."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What do you think of Master Dao Fa?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, and said, "Although I hate him, his method is very exquisite. He has gone to so many big houses to drive away evil spirits and catch ghosts. I have never seen him lose his hand. It’s unclear, but it’s strange."

Ning Changjiu nodded, judging from the eyes of the world below the mountain, Ning Qinshui is indeed an expert.

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "That's it, let's live our lives well in the future... Right, brother?"

Ning Changjiu ignored her somewhat evasive gaze, and said: "The physical body dies, the spiritual quality is immortal, and it will return to the heavens and the earth when it is scattered, and the soul will be condensed when it is gathered. Taoist priests think this is not in compliance."

Ning Xiaoling understands but understands: "What does this have to do with us? Do you have to abide by this rule?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "I want to stay here to find something, and I will naturally become famous as a teacher."

Ning Xiaoling is even more in the mist.

During the conversation, the door knocked three times, and a middle-aged man in an official hat walked in.

It is Song's side.

He looked at the brothers and sisters, and said, "Send off your master?"

Ning Changjiu nodded, pulling Ning Xiaoling's wrist and pulling her off the bed. Ning Xiaoling looked at her senior with a little fear, put on his shoes and socks silently, without saying a word.

Song side said: "Someone will give you two money later. Although it can't offset the pain of losing the teacher, it will be enough for you to learn the craft and live well."

Song side thought, after that night, they probably didn't have the ambition to continue to be Taoist priests.

Ning Xiaoling bowed and said: "Xiaoling thanked Master Song."

Ning Changjiu looked at him: "Why is Master Song so haggard?"

Song side said: "Now the people in the imperial city are in panic, and the palace sent someone to look for the monk who died outside, and there was no result for half a month..."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and interrupted: "Because it was not peaceful last night, someone died in the palace again."

Song side looked at him in amazement, his expression unpredictable.

Ning Changjiu looked at his face and said seriously: "Since no one is available, why not let me try?"

Song side only felt that he was joking, and said angrily: "Your master can't do it. How much do you dare to take risks after learning?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Understand a little."

Song Fang couldn't help laughing, and said, "Let me go to see your master's bones with me later. After reading it, I wonder if you can say this frivolous remark."

Ning Changjiu said: "How can I know if I don't try?"

Song side was a little impatient: "That night you went into the hall with your master. What happened inside that you forgot so quickly? Young people, you should cherish your life if you don't die, understand?"

"Since we are Taoist priests, we should undertake the karma of killing demons and eliminating demons." Ning Changjiu said calmly: "Now Master is dead, but I am still alive."