Chapter 260: Tumi

Zhang Xinya saw that I looked a little strange, so she carefully asked me if I had thought of anything.

It was obvious that she was also very curious.

For a month, the three of them had hardly left the Zhenwu Temple. The coffin shop at the foot of the mountain had long been closed. Even the fruits and vegetables they ate on weekdays were placed in front of the coffin shop by the old farmer who bought vegetables at the foot of the mountain. The next day, Zhang Xinya put the money for vegetables on the windowsill and pressed it with a brick. It can be said that their eyes never left my room.

However, they didn't see anyone. A dying person was sent in, and he was fine when he came out. Who wouldn't be curious?

In their opinion, I was the person involved after all, and maybe I would have some feelings.

I thought about it and didn't tell them. I couldn't really explain the reason. Maybe it was to protect my privacy, or maybe she was too ethereal, which made it difficult for me to speak. I didn't know where to start, so I simply said that my body had not fully recovered and I was suddenly a little tired.

Zhang Xinya sighed and didn't ask any more questions. She guessed that she was just like me, with bad luck and confusion caused by all kinds of things that happened one after another, and couldn't see the truth clearly.

"But, brother, you have to let us see how bad your condition is now!"

Lao Bai muttered, "Otherwise, I'm really worried."

I silently unbuttoned my shirt.

I saw that the blood lines were getting thicker and thicker, completely protruding from the epidermis, intertwined like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree, spreading much more than a month ago, almost spreading to my chest. At first glance, I was no different from a monster.

All of a sudden, Lao Bai and the others stopped talking.

They knew very well that my wounds were no longer getting worse, but in fact, the real problem that was entangled with me had not improved at all. The power that Shi Kuang introduced into my body was still constantly eroding my body and destroying my vitality at all times.

If I still can't find a way to resolve it, I won't have much time left. If it continues to spread at this rate, I will probably only have half a year at most. By then, these hideous blood lines will spread all over my body, and the end that awaits me may be very, very miserable.

Lao Bai and the others had a tacit understanding and didn't talk about this matter anymore. They probably didn't want to put psychological pressure on me. They simply chatted with me for a few words and left one after another.

Bang!

The moment the door closed, I felt at peace and had more time to think about this matter.

I was recalling the figure in my dream and comparing it with Qingzhu.

"Not like..."

Finally, I shook my head gently and said to myself: "Although I only vaguely saw a trace of outline, I can feel her temperament, which is far from Qingzhu..."

It's hard for me to describe the sense of security she gave me and the charm she had, but the feeling is correct!

However, one thing is obvious, Qingzhu must know who she is, and throwing me into the room is to provide her with an environment to heal me.

This made me think about it.

Could it be that... she also belongs to the Tianmeng?

I couldn't figure it out, so I stopped thinking about it. I fell on the kang, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. After a moment, I suddenly remembered Cang Yao!

Yes, Lao Bai and the others couldn't see her. Cang Yao was in the wind chime, and she should have seen it.

But... the wind chime I always carried with me... disappeared!

I jumped up from the kang like a clockwork, searching all over the room, and finally found the wind chime in the cabinet and put it together with Zhiniang's painting.

"My God, Wei Jingzhe, you are not dead?"

As soon as the wind chime was in hand, Cang Yao's voice came out impatiently.

I curled my lips and thought, isn't this nonsense? If I die, can you still talk to me here? Don't forget, we are grasshoppers on the same rope! !

"What happened? How did your injuries heal? According to my prediction, the power of the Earth Spirit Pearl is enough to make you suffer. Your wounds can't heal at all..."

Without waiting for me to ask, Cang Yao started to ask me questions.

I was dumbfounded: "You don't know either?"

"What do I know!"

Cang Yao said indignantly: "After returning here, that night, a force inexplicably sealed the wind chime. I was completely trapped inside, unable to get out, and unable to feel the outside. I was trapped for a long, long time... No, you ask this... You don't know how your injuries healed?"

I nodded helplessly, thought for a while, and asked again: "The wind chime was sealed, so wouldn't those beings inside be angry? This is really a move against the will of God!"

"That's the weird part."

Cang Yao said: "Those beings inside... were completely indifferent, as if the sealed nest was not theirs."

This is intriguing.

The beings in the wind chimes have bad tempers. Queen Xin was half-dead because of her fussing, and finally she was crushed alive by a finger...

I sighed in my heart. It seems that she is more powerful than I thought. Just this one move is enough to explain many problems...

There was a gap between her and me, and now it is invisible and too far apart, almost like a natural moat.

I suddenly understood why I always felt empty when I looked at the moon last night, because... the distance was too far, I was not even qualified to see its true appearance, I could only see that it was a soft and bright celestial body.

In fact, is the true appearance of the moon the same as what we see?

This is the gap. Distance creates beauty, but it can also make people despair.

This conversation ended without any result. I was in a dark mood and didn't want to talk anymore. I don't know why Cang Yao didn't ask any more questions.

No matter what, I can wake up, which is always a good thing for Zhenwu Temple.

The smiles on Lao Bai and Brother Yaozi's faces obviously increased. Everyone kept silent about my questions, but their eyes were firm and flashed with deep brilliance.

I knew that they would never give up hope until the last moment.

As for me... I didn't think so much. I basically stayed in the house reading books. When I had free time, I would lie on the kang and think about the happy things in the past, my master, my parents, and... her.

...

The days passed one by one.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of days had passed since I woke up, and I still didn't see my master.

On this day, Zhang Xinya was really worried that I would get sick from staying in the house, so she came to call me and wanted to take me to Taiyuan for a walk.

I instinctively wanted to refuse, but when the words came to my lips, I changed my mind, went back to the house, put on my clothes in a hurry, and went down the mountain with them. However, when Zhang Xinya and Lao Bai went to buy supplements for me, I had time to secretly run to a nearby flower shop.

The shop owner was a girl in her twenties, dressed very freshly and calmly, probably a forest girl. She exuded an artistic atmosphere when she sat there, and was concentrating on tending the sea of ​​flowers in the shop. Seeing me rushing over, she stopped her work, looked at me with some surprise, and asked me what I wanted.

I looked around the shop casually, picked up a bouquet of flowers from the side, and said, "That's it, but can I ask something?"

The girl adjusted her hair, and the sweat on her forehead made her look a little more lovely. She didn't take my money, but took the bouquet away, smiling and saying that she didn't lack money, and opened this flower shop just because she liked it, and she also saw that I didn't come to buy flowers at all, so she asked me to tell the truth.

I thought about it, and tried my best to describe the fragrance on her body with the few words I had. But the more I tried to describe it, the more I felt constrained. I always felt that the words were not enough, and finally I was sweating profusely: "Do you know what flower this fragrance comes from?"

The girl thought about it and said: "I have some guesses."

I said anxiously: "Do you have flowers with similar fragrance here? Can you let me smell it and identify it?"

"I don't have the flower you want here."

The girl smiled and said, "The fragrance you are talking about should be the fragrance of the tea flower. The white tea flower has a fragrance similar to that of roses, but it is lighter than roses and makes people feel comfortable. In fact, simply speaking, I like this kind of flower very much. Unfortunately, it is rare now, and no one sells it, and no one buys it. People nowadays like stronger ones, such as roses? The tea flower is actually a sad flower. It blooms at the end of spring. After the prosperity, it is left with a desolate scene. It represents the end and the beauty of the end. It is often said in Buddhist language that the tea flower blooms..."

I didn't hear a word of the rest.

There were only two words left in my mind.

Tea flower, tea flower...

Only one tea flower was left withering behind me.

"It turns out that this world really has fate. If you don't want to accept it, you can only avoid it, because people can't fight against fate."

Unconsciously, I was already in tears, wiping my eyes with my sleeves while stumbling away.

I think I already know the answer...

"Strange people..."

The girl whispered to herself behind me: "A grown man, but crying like a child..."

...

I don't know how I got back to Lao Bai and the others. I only know that I shuttled through the crowd alone for a long time, attracting many people's sidelong glances. Maybe in their eyes, I was a tearful coward, until the cold wind blew my eyes red, a little girl suddenly ran to me with kindness, handed me a piece of paper, and said, "Big brother, don't cry."

Then, my tears stopped miraculously.

I wiped my tears with the paper she gave me, rubbed her head, and said thank you.

I finally smiled, but I could hear that something in my stomach seemed to break. When I saw Lao Bai and the others again, I was still smiling, but only I knew that I was actually afraid of being questioned.

…

No matter what, time will not stop for anyone, and life will always go on.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of days have passed.

On this day, I was still staying in the house reading "Wanzang Jing" and "Qingwei Neidan Shu" as usual, and occasionally I would study the Yanshi mechanical technique and other unconventional tricks, but I heard a burst of hurried footsteps outside the house.

Then, Lao Bai slammed the door open like a mad bull, and stammered, "I'm back, that Qingzhu..."

Before he could finish, I had already rushed out.

Sure enough, there was a woman in a long skirt and a white veil sitting in the yard, almost turning into an eternal and perfect sculpture.

Isn't this person Qingzhu?

However, I looked around and didn't see my master. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but I still walked up to greet Qingzhu.

Qingzhu was not surprised to see me. Obviously, she already knew that I woke up, and just nodded at me.

I asked, "My master..."

"He's fine."

Qingzhu interrupted me directly and glanced at me. I don't know if it was my illusion. I found that when she looked at me, her eyes were cold and looked down on me, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. I don't know how I offended her. She never did this when we met before.

However, she still took out a booklet from her bosom, put it on the table, slowly pushed it in front of me, and said lightly: "Moreover, your master has found a way to save you, all recorded in this booklet, you can read it more when you are free..."

This booklet is the homework book commonly used by students nowadays, but it has been soaked with blood, which looks shocking. There are four small characters written in pen on the cover - Tianguan Handwritten Notes!

"Is this the copied content?"

My eyebrows moved. Only capable ritual officials are called Tianguan. Unfortunately, after the last Tianguan, who dares to call themselves Tianguan in our school?

Just looking at the four words Tianguan Handwritten Notes, you can know that the content on this book should have been written by a Tianguan before the Western Jin Dynasty, but it turned out that the content was written in a modern homework book. There is only one answer - the original has been rotten and cannot be used, so someone hastily copied the content on it.

"Oh my god..."

Lao Bai slapped his head, swallowed hard, and said, "Isn't this the book of Quemen?"

Several of us looked at him at the same time, even Qingzhu was no exception, with a face full of curiosity...

"This... I just mentioned it casually to Mr. Zhang!"

Lao Bai muttered, his face pale.

He said that before my master invited him here, when the two of them were talking on the phone, my master suddenly asked him casually, do you know the ritual officer?

Lao Bai casually said at the time that there are many Xuanmen, but only the ritual officer is the most mysterious. The inheritance has been cut off for thousands of years, but there are still bloodlines in the world that are lingering. Even they themselves don't understand themselves, how can outsiders know? But if you really want to say that you know, maybe there is one person who knows, and this person is Han Minger, a fierce bandit who once roamed in the Minyue area.

If this Han Minger is said, he can be regarded as a person of Xuanmen.

However, his Xuanmen skills are really not very bright, and they are considered as the ninth-rate skills in our industry.

The Nine Flows of Art is actually the art of stealing chickens and dogs. Most of the people who learn it are ruffians. Han Minger is naturally one of them. In his early years, he was a low-ranking ruffian. He committed a hooligan crime and was almost shot. Fortunately, he was saved. In addition, he met a man from the Xuanmen in the call center. He was very perceptive. He flattered him every day, served him at every turn, and offered him cigarettes and food every day. With his good flattery skills, he finally learned the art of stealing from the Nine Flows of Art.

There is no need to say more about what the art of stealing is used for, right? You can understand it by looking at the meaning. It is the art of stealing, but it is much more sophisticated.

Han Minger made a fortune by using this art of stealing. This man is smart and flexible. After he got money, he began to lobby everywhere and pulled out a huge cover to recreate the former Magpie Gate.

Magpie Gate is a giant among the thieves. Otherwise, why would they regard magpies as a belief? Ordinary people often curse thieves magpies. The real magpies are not as romantic as imagined. They even build a magpie bridge for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet. That is just wishful beautification. People who know about it know that magpies can be said to be the most immoral things in nature. They not only eat insects, but also like to steal other birds' eggs, and sometimes even directly peck at other people's cubs. In the human world, this kind of immoral thing is more vicious than human traffickers. It is not unjust to pull out all the ancestors of the magpie and shoot them!

The behavior of the Quemen sect is just like the magpie. There is nothing they would not do. They are very unethical. They were particularly prevalent in the late Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty and Qing Dynasty, and harmed countless people. Zhu Yuanzhang was a commoner emperor who crawled out of the market. He knew these grandsons very well, so he was ruthless and almost killed all of the Quemen sect. As a result, they revived in the Qing Dynasty, and they did things even more viciously, doing immoral things such as human trafficking. Now people say that children are disabled and thrown out to beg for profit. This was originally a method invented by the Quemen sect. During the reign of Emperor Qianlong, such people were caught and smashed into rotten meat with water and fire sticks. It can be seen how annoying the Quemen sect is.

After Han Minger raised the banner of reappearing the Quemen, he indeed attracted a large number of frenzied thugs, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger. He was about to cause a big uproar in the Minyue area. Many Xuanmen wanted to destroy him, but they really couldn't...

If you want to know why Han Minger was related to our ritual officer, to be honest, he is still my enemy. This grandson has been thinking about the ritual officer's means and magical powers, and has always wanted to steal a tomb of the Heavenly Official. No one knows whether he succeeded or not, but there are rumors in the world that he really dug up the Heavenly Official's tomb. Unfortunately, it is a rumor after all, and the authenticity has to be questioned.

"I told Mr. Zhang about this at the time. In fact, it was just a rumor. I just mentioned it casually and regarded it as a story. This time, Jingzhe had an accident, and I also wanted to talk about it, but I felt that it was really unreliable. With Han Ming'er's personality, if he had the ability of a ceremonial officer, who knows how much trouble he would cause!!" Lao Bai said speechlessly: "Could it be that... Mr. Zhang really went to find Quemen? Oh, then he is now... Quemen is not easy to mess with. Han Ming'er has gathered hundreds of people, all of whom have some skills. Unless there is a mortal enemy, no one wants to offend him." "So there is such a thing in it. I was wondering why Zhang Daoxuan went straight to Minyue and looked for Quemen after he came out of retreat. He regarded this as his only hope..." Qingzhu sighed lightly: "However, there is no Quemen in this world now, let alone Han Ming'er..." She seemed to recall something from the past. She suddenly looked up and glanced at me coldly, and said expressionlessly: "Sure enough, Zhang Daoxuan from that year is back. He is alone, with a sword, and a long gown. He has no taboos, but I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse."

"All dead?"

Lao Bai shuddered all over, and after a long time, he said dejectedly: "It's really... so strong that it makes people despair."

Several of us were silent one after another, especially me. I didn't expect... that my master would be so cruel when he was ruthless, and he would kill the whole family with one move, but more of it was a mixed feeling...

Qingzhu didn't have the patience to listen to our discussion. He pointed his finger at the book in the air and said to me: "Sit down and read it now, and then you will know what to do. I have something more important to tell you."