Beyond the Divine States Chapter 5: : Sparrow ghost

The Jiulingtai tower is as tall as a hill, with thousands of stone steps extending up, and at the top, a bronze statue of a giant bird flying in the sky is vaguely visible.

That is the place where the Emperor Zhao's relatives and relatives pay tribute to it, and it is also a holy place for worshipping the heavens every year.

At the lower end of the Jiulingtai, there are eight huge copper furnaces. At this moment, one of them is on fire. The turbulent flames are spitting out heat waves, and the sparks swim in it.

Even if Ning Qinshui's body was covered with a piece of white cloth, it was still visible the horrible state of rotten flesh and blood and sores on the bones.

Song side glanced at the pair of young girls behind him, the young girl frowned, her heart should be extremely painful, and the young man who had only dared to speak wild words saw this lively scene. What ridiculous thoughts will come up again, right?

It's just that Song side carefully observed Ning Chang for a while, but he couldn't see much emotion on his face.

Oh, pretending to be calm.

Song Fang just wanted to say a few words, but Ning Changjiu walked over and bowed slightly to the corpse as a salute.

Ning Xiaoling looked at him nervously, followed up with her scalp, closed her eyes, and bowed pretentiously to an old thing who hated her in her heart.

Song side folded his hands in front of his abdomen, his robe sleeves hanging down.

Nowadays, there are often large and small wars between the Kingdom of Zhao and the Kingdom of Jin. It is not a single day for the lives of people to be frustrated. Therefore, looking at the brothers and sisters, he can't feel any compassion in his heart. He just wants to send them away soon. .

In his thoughts, Ning Chang has walked in front of him for a long time and said: "Let's go."

Song Bian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this young man gave up after all, he naturally wouldn't say any sarcasm, just said: "Someone will send you off later."

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "Master Song, I mean to go to the little general's mansion."

Song's profile changed drastically: "What did you say?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Last night was not peaceful, there was an abnormal move in the young general's mansion, and the deceased should be the son of General Wang Shangyu."

"Who told you?" Song asked sideways.

Ning Changjiu said: "Deduction calculation."

Song side did not speak, but his eyes changed when he looked at the boy in front of him: "It's interesting."

Ning Changjiu looked at him quietly.

After a while, Song Side took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "You follow me."

……

The little general's mansion, the servants and servants are listed outside, and several guards stand with knives, frowning, and a little afraid.

"Since the death of General Wang Shangyu, the young general has placed many Buddha statues at home. Today, the young general worships incense as always. After three bows, his head thumps on the ground and he hasn't gotten up. The maid feels No, I went to look at him and smelled the smell of blood... His neck was cut open, and there was no serious injury in his chest but a lot of blood oozes. The blood is vaguely in the shape of a strange bird through his clothes."

"Sparrow ghost?"

"Yes! This is the fifth person. All the dead will have this blood mark on their chests, including the Taoist priests invited to practice."

"Has this happened before?"

"Nothing."

"What happened twenty days ago?"

Song side looked at the childish and delicate young man with an unhappy expression, "Young man, you may have learned some skills with your master, but no one can save you if you pretend to be arrogant. "

While speaking, Song side had already led him across the threshold and walked towards the little general's mansion. Ning Xiaoling followed behind them, lowering her head and daring not to interject.

Entering the door, the pungent smell of blood came, and the thick black plasma snaked like a snake. At the end of the plasma, in front of the majestic golden Buddha statue, a young man with a strong body but already cut off his breath was kneeling. Looking back, the skin on the neck was rotten as if it had been splashed with hot water.

Ning Xiaoling covered her nose and mouth, and couldn't help but step back two steps.

Ning Changjiu walked up to him, squatted down, and tore off the shirt on his chest without changing his face. The weird bird pattern was made up of countless tiny red dots, which seemed to have been pierced by thousands of needles. trace.

Ning Changjiu watched for a while, looked at Song's frowning side, and asked, "Master Song, what happened 20 days ago?"

Song's side color also showed anger: "You Taoist priests only exorcise evil, if you can exorcise them, if you can't let them come, where are so many problems?"

Ning Changjiu said: "If the sparrows and ghosts have not been removed, people will always die. If the crux of the problem can be found, this matter will be much easier."

Song side glanced at him, wanted to get angry, and finally sighed: "Go back, in a few days, presumably the monks from outside the world will arrive at the palace, and everything will be set by then."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What if it is Master Song tomorrow?"

Ning Xiaoling was startled and looked at her senior in horror, wondering how can you dare to speak like this in the palace?

Song side glared at him and asked: "What do you want to get if you care so much about this matter?"

Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time, some of the tense atmosphere was broken by the sound outside the door.

"Your Majesty is here!"

Song side's expression changed slightly, and the other officials who accompanied him went out and knelt to greet him.

In the luxurious coach at the door, a man in a bright yellow robe came down. Although the man was young, he was somewhat imperial in his gestures.

He stood at the door, motioned to the officials and guards to flatten, and then looked at the hall from a distance.

The guard next to him is arching, saying something to him.

The young emperor listened, with a look of sorrow on his face, and said a few generously, roughly in praise of the father and son's past feats and regret for the bizarre death now.

Next, he lifted his front and tried to cross the threshold. The officials around him quickly dissuaded him, each with a sad expression, saying that although your majesty is noble, but now the state of Zhao is in critical condition, you should take care of the dragon body, how can it be so Try insurance?

The young emperor stopped in the crowd's dissuasion.

While speaking, the young emperor vaguely saw the young girls standing in the temple, and his expression was faintly displeased, but seeing them all dressed in Taoist robes, there was no attack. He again looked sad and exhorted the surrounding officials a few words, and then he seemed to be relieved, and returned to the palace in a coach.

Ning Xiaoling faintly retracted his gaze, and said in a low voice: "This kind of hypocrisy... is actually the king of a country?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and asked: "If you were the emperor, would you come in?"

Ning Xiaoling whispered: "How can a woman become an emperor?"

The young monarch returned to the palace, and the officials dispersed. When Song side came back, seeing the senior brothers and sisters still standing here, he became increasingly unhappy.

Your Majesty has just arrived, you don't go to bow down, your majesty is kind and does not blame, what are you still doing here at this moment?

He didn't bother to pester this pretendingly advanced young man any more, and said to the guards around him: "Arrange for the post-mortem, and then send someone to send these two little priests out of the city."

Ning Changjiu didn't seem to hear him. He still stood on the spot, but his eyes fell deep in the hall.

"Who?" Ning Changjiu asked.

In the depths of the hall, an old voice came over with a bit of surprise.

"The kid has good eyesight, where can I learn from?"

In the depths of the dim hall, a wooden crutch with deep wood grain tapped the ground lightly. Then, following the wooden crutch, the image resembled fine sand condensing, and an elderly man slumped slowly appeared, but he and everyone else There seemed to be a fog, unable to see his true face.

Ning Changjiu looked at him quietly without answering.

Song side was startled, then his expression was correct, as if he was reverent and piety from the heart: "Master Witch, how did you get out?"

The old man called the witch lord smiled dryly, "I got tired of reading, so I went out and walked."

Song side vaguely heard about the book he was referring to, so his expression became more respectful: "Congratulations, your lord, you are on the next level, I must be within a short distance from the heaven."

The old man waved his hand without answering. Instead, he looked at the corpse kneeling in front of the idol. The old man slowly raised his hand, and the air around him seemed to stagnate with his movements.

Song side seems to have taken a reassurance pill, and smiled: "Now that Lord Sorcerer is out of customs, how can there be room for such an evil?"

The sleeves of the old man’s robe bulged, and the phantom swayed through the light mist. Between the ancient gray sleeves, a dry finger that was as scorched wood slowly came out from the light mist and pointed towards it. A corpse.

No one speaks anymore, all are holding their breath.

Ning Changjiu's expression changed slightly.

Before the old man’s fingers touched the corpse, an extremely unpleasant burnt odor suddenly came over. Then, someone screamed and saw that under the corpse, a nameless fire suddenly ignited. The flame was unknown. From where it started, it just spread in an instant, covering all the corpses at once, and the fire seemed to ignite from the hell, and there was cold everywhere.

Along with the fireworks, the mysterious witch lord also retracted his hand. After the light mist, the witch lord's breath sank, and his voice seemed to be furious:

"Blood Feather Lord?"

After finishing these three words, the fog faded like wind and quicksand, and the shaman master disappeared.

On the cliff north of the imperial city, in the gray-white forest with withered trunk, stands an ancient towering tower.

The ancient copper cast high platform was dragged by several huge iron chains, buried deep in the lifeless woods, and under the huge disk shaped like an altar, an ancient tower-like spire appeared. It is a place that is hard to reach by light. Down the **** of the ancient tower, each window is dark in color, and no light can penetrate.

Among the ancient pagoda connected to the altar, a gray-haired old man sat cross-legged. His forehead was very narrow, but his jaw was wide and pointed. The color of his skin resembled the dead wood in the forest, wrinkled under his eyelids. The hidden pupils are like the eyes of a dead fish in the muddy water.

The old man wrapped his thin torso in a snow-white linen shirt, and it was dim on all sides. Only a beam of light fell from the spire in the center, which fell on his slumped spine.

Slap.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and the ancient scroll in his hand closed.

"It's making a comeback again... It's just this time, looking for death!"

He stroked the jagged and shattered pages, his expression wondering whether he was happy or sad, and the pages were like flames licking his fingers.

It's a bit hot.

……

The Lord Sorcerer who was in retreat mysteriously appeared and disappeared silently, leaving only a charred corpse on the ground.

Everyone reacted after being shocked, thinking of the word that the witch master said before disappearing, they were even more frightened, and they whispered to each other.

Ning Xiaoling asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xueyu...what is it?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The legendary demon bird, it is said that the red feather falcon in the mountains was contaminated with the blood of the **** Suzaku. It is half demon and half god, hidden in the world, very powerful, but very few Appeared, and there are very few records about it."

Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened, although she was full of doubts, she did not continue to speak.

Song Fangmuran stood on the side, and the hands between the official robes couldn't help but tremble, his eyes rolled, his expression changed, and he whispered: "Mr. Xueyu? How could it be... shouldn't it be her... "

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who is she?"

Song side's expression was a bit crazy, he ignored his question, and the people beside him sighed and said: "She is..."

Just before he could continue speaking, another voice came from outside the temple gate, interrupting his next words.

A young man in Tsing Yi knelt at the door, with a look of horror in his expression:

"Your Highness... Your Highness is here!"

In the misty autumn rain, in front of the palace gate of the Little General's Mansion, the fine umbrella bones support the dark red old umbrella surface, and it blooms silently.