Zhao Ge: 37. The impermanence of definite numbers
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The location of the Lingxing Temple is not far from Guomen, in the field of Ningguo, a small wild temple with white walls and grey tiles. In front of the temple, there is a monument with a somewhat vague handwriting, on which is engraved the origin of the spirit star **** and the memory of him by later generations. The space in the shrine is not large, except for one altar, only a few people can stand.
Ye Qiusheng landed in front of the shrine lightly, and he looked up at this secular idol.
There are secrets under the Lingxing Temple.
It was for this that he rushed here all the way. The secret hidden under the Lingxing Temple outside Dongguomen in Yanmen County is that he has been searching several dynasties in the Southeast for many years and inquiring out bit by bit. The vast majority of cultivators are too arrogant and disdain to understand the mundane world, and because of this, the secrets under Lingxing Temple in Yanmen County have not been exposed. Therefore, he has full certainty that no one knows except himself.
But the appearance of the Jiuxuanmen began to make him feel a little uneasy.
Although Yanmen County is close to Bingzhou, it may not be the nearest. There are four Guomen in Yanmen County, and they also chose Dong Guomen. These two coincidences made Ye Qiusheng alert. In other words, it was the man who really made him vigilant-Big Brother Jiu Xuan, Bai Lishu. After obtaining Bingzhou Qingming Pagoda, he still accurately controlled the flying boat to land and Bailishu.
When he heard the news of Bailishu's sudden departure, Ye Qiusheng, after a short astonishment, remembered the evaluation that Master once made to Bailishu, which seemed a little strange.
——Definite number.
Definitely, that person who is always drunk on weekdays, when a group of drunk old men uttered these two words, their tone was rare and solemn, with an indescribable emotion in his expression... a kind of similar to vast Sadness, a sense of desolation for fate. Ye Qiusheng was not sure whether his opinion was certain, because the old man returned to his usual irregularities soon after he finished speaking, and drove him to practice with disgust.
The conversation about Bailishu was very short, only mentioned by accident, but the old man's description always lingered in Ye Qiusheng's mind.
Standing under the Lingxing Temple at this time, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help but think of the so-called definite theory.
Five years ago, at the last moment, that person suddenly appeared and shocked Kyushu.
At the moment, today, when the situation is faintly surging, the person is still the same as before, not appearing in any budget.
Just this time, what is he going to do?
Ye Qiusheng did not dare to regard Bailishu's rest in Yanmen County as a temporary change after encountering foggy birds like Jiuxuan disciples. At the gate of the city, the man stood silently in a silver cloak behind Jun Wanbai and the others, not surprised at his appearance, and indifferent to the temptation between his words.
What disturbed him was that Ye Qiusheng always felt that those lonely and cold eyes seemed to have too many thoughts buried in them.
——Thyris, what do you know.
In the room, after he asked for cooperation, the man's eyes swept, as if he had insight into everything. He couldn't help but pass this thought in his mind. It was precisely because of this speculation that Ye Qiusheng decisively changed his plan and came to this little Lingxing Temple early tonight when he was preparing to rush.
"Will you be a definite number, and what definite number will you be?"
Ye Qiusheng muttered to himself, sighed gently, and walked into this mortal shrine.
Lingxing Temple is not big, the carved wood statue behind the altar retains a bit of the demeanor of the Chen Guozhizhou, dressed in an official uniform, with a long gaze, as if staring at the land he loves all the time. He is concerned about the Li people. It's just that with the passage of time, the lacquer on the statue faded a bit, revealing a faint sense of desolation.
Ye Qiusheng walked around the altar twice, his steps seemed a little weird, as if he was following some ancient method. In his mouth, he chanted the profound and incomprehensible praise and fu. It is not in any of the languages of any dynasty that is well-known. The syllables are short and the tones are like singing and singing, and the sound of the ancient people's sacrifices reveals a heavy coercion.
The footsteps and chanting are coordinated with each other.
In the end, the footsteps are like a whirl dance, and the sound is continuous like rolling thunder.
In the chanting that could not distinguish the syllables, the Lingxing Temple turned yellow, and the white ash peeled off the walls began to emerge one after another different from any kind of text in the world today-it is not so much a text Say it is a symbol. The character seemed to be built into the wall. In thousands of years, it slept here until it was awakened by Ye Qiusheng today.
By the time the last syllable fell, the Lingxing Temple was already brilliant, with golden lacquer words shining on the wall. Ye Qiusheng's forehead was also full of fine sweat. He stood upright in front of the idol with his hands down, leaning over and bowing respectfully to this secular idol.
One, two, three... eight, nine!
Nine deep salutes, the altar shook, and then Ye Qiusheng’s gaze broke into two halves, revealing two darkly painted holes on the left and the right that do not know where to lead, cold and cold. The wind blows from the entrance of the cave, making the hair stand upright.
Ye Qiusheng glanced at the statue of the worrisome Li Min, said aloud, and walked resolutely into one of the holes.
Shortly after Ye Qiusheng's figure was swallowed by the darkness at the entrance of the cave, two strong winds swept into the Lingxing Temple almost simultaneously.
"One step late." The strong wind stopped, revealing the figures of Jun Wanbai and Li Xin. Jun Wanbai looked at the hole on the ground, frowning bitterly.
Ye Qiusheng made a mistake.
There is actually no problem with using the ghost world to trap trackers. But today, besides Jun Wanbai, Li Xin followed him. What did Li Xin rely on to rank among the core disciples of the Nine Profound Profound Realms? It was the monster he had killed before! "Three Emperors Hand Scrolls: Alien Beasts" contains "belonging to yin, living by eating evil spirits, and passing through the netherworld."
This is a monster that wanders on the edge of the underworld.
Refining the inner alchemy of the evil demon, and comprehending part of the magical powers of the evil demon, Li Xin can be said to be the first of the nine profound disciples in the use of Yin Qi. He can use the evil spirit to cover his breath. Sneakingly detected by the monster-it is precisely because of this that when facing the misty bird, Bailishu chose to arrange for him to hide his figure and launch the first attack.
The treacherous eye on the double-sword "Demon Eye" can greatly enhance the perfection of his concealment, but it does not mean that he will lose this ability after losing the Demon Eye.
Ye Qiusheng’s vigilance was too high and he acted cautiously. Therefore, when he discovered that he deliberately trapped the two of them with the ghost world, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin did not choose to break the boundary directly. The ghost world stalled. After Ye Qiusheng left, Li Xin concealed the aura of the two with evil spirits, causing the things in the darkness to mistake them for the same kind, and easily escaped from the ghost world.
It's just that Ye Qiusheng moved too fast, and he was a step late when the two arrived.
Jun Wanbai glanced around, the ancient words on the wall had begun to fade away, thinking that only by special methods can they be summoned. These things are hidden in a secular temple, which is incredible.
Li Xin was still looking at the two entrances. Just standing on top, you could feel a trace of danger in the underground. Ye Qiusheng's figure had already disappeared. For a while, the two of them didn't know where to enter. Which hole.
Just as the two hesitated, a voice rang in their minds at the same time.
"Left."
Jun Wanbai suddenly raised his head, his eyes met with Li Xin, and they saw the shock in each other's eyes. The voice in my mind just sounded, coldly, just saying "Left" and it stopped sounding, like an illusion. But the two knew that it was not an illusion, and that voice was not unfamiliar to them.
——That is the voice of Bailishu!