Chapter Seventy-Eight: The King Will Be Resurrected
He Jingying brought a bowl of steaming rabbit soup. Xiao Lian took a sip and praised sincerely: "My daughter-in-law's skills are really good." Xiao Lian looked up and saw the misty table, He Jingying's eyes seemed to contain autumn water. He Jingying quietly lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
Xiao Lian said dissatisfiedly: "Eh, can you not do this?" It made me feel like I was eating a severed head. ”
He Jingying burst into tears and smiled: "I just thought that we are also brothers, and if you leave, I'm afraid I won't see each other for a long time." ”
When Xiao Lian heard the word "brother", the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said disdainfully: "We are much more fun than yours." There's a lot of stuff you don't have. Next time you ask my ancestors to send you to us to play. I'll take you to see it, and I promise you like it. ”
The corners of Yang Minzhi's mouth twitched: "I don't have that much ability." ”
Xiao Lian ate several more pieces of meat, drank several mouthfuls of soup, and said regretfully: "Hey, it's just that I can't eat this kind of craft in the future." Daughter-in-law, your craftsmanship is comparable to Michelin, if you go to us, you will be a talent with an annual salary of one million. ”
He Jingying listened to Xiao Lian and began to talk nonsense about something she didn't understand, but she didn't interrupt him for the first time.
Yang Minzhi looked at the sky: "It's not early, hurry up and ......"
"On the road?" Xiao Lian answered, "Ancestors are ancestors, it's really annoying." ”
Although Xiao Lian complained, he still walked outside the house cooperatively. Outside the house, Yang Minzhi erected a spirit flag, and a strange symbol was painted in blood in the snow.
Xiao Lian looked back at Yang Minzhi, and there was a clear blood mark on Yang Minzhi's wrist. "Shall I stand in the middle?"
Yang Minzhi pointed to the center of the pattern, where an eye pattern was drawn: "Sit there." ”
Xiao Lian sat down cross-legged. Yang Minzhi took Xiao Lian's left hand. Suddenly, Xiao Lian's left wrist was cold, and blood gushed out of the wound and fell into the snow. The bright red blood snaked along the pattern of Yang Minzhi's painting, and soon there were many branches next to the eye-like pattern. Blood flowed down the branches in all directions.
Yang Minzhi recited the familiar mantra: "Let the river be filled with blood." ”
Blood has no intention of clotting in the slightest. Starting from his fingertips, to his shoulders, and then to his eyebrows, Xiao Lian lost consciousness inch by inch.
He Jingying saw Xiao Lian fall in a pool of blood, and the blood mixed with the snow melted mud wrapped around Xiao Lian's clothes, showing a dark and unknown color. The sky was full of wind and clouds, and suddenly there were dark clouds, and the spirit flags were hunted by the wind.
"Miss!" Chun'er held He Jingying's hand tightly.
He Jingying's expression was also as nervous as Chun'er: "Chun'er, you go to the outside of the courtyard to watch, don't let people in." ”
Yang Minzhi said again: "Let the earth become charcoal." ”
A fire suddenly ignited on the snow, encircling Xiao Lian in the middle of the fire. Although the wind blew from the air, it was more like it came from hell, and the wind was mixed with the screams of powerful ghosts, wrapped in flames, and swept towards Xiao Lian with his head and face. Xiao Lian's soft body fell in the snow and was pulled into the air by the wind.
Yang Minzhi remembered the familiar incantation: "Resurrect the evil spirit!" ”
Suddenly, the fire was extinguished, and along with the fire, it seemed that there was all the splendor between heaven and earth. The whole world was plunged into darkness, and not even the frost and snow that fell on the ground did not reflect the slightest brilliance.
He Jingying panicked: "Xiao Lian! There was a dead silence all around, and no one answered.
"Minzhi!" He Jingying shouted again. But there is still no one. He Jingying stretched out her hands in the dark, waved them indiscriminately, and with a "bang", something was touched to the ground by He Jingying. He Jingying squatted down and touched the thing that she had knocked down, but it was the spirit flag. Her heart shook suddenly, and she shouted even more panickedly: "Xiao Lian! Xiao Lian! ”
"Miss!" Chun'er groped her way in from outside the courtyard. The two of them discerned the voices and walked aisles. With Chun'er here and temperature, He Jingying's heart finally settled.
Chun'er panicked: "Miss, what's wrong?" Miss, you see the light! ”
He Jingying raised her head, and a strong light fell from the sky, stabbing He Jingying from opening her eyes. By the time He Jingying opened her eyes again, the darkness had already dissipated. The sun fell from the clouds, a beautiful scenery of wind and sunshine, but it became more and more strange in He Jingying's eyes.
He Jingying hurriedly looked into the snow, Xiao Lian was lying unconscious in the snow, the spirit flag fell aside, but Yang Minzhi was gone.
He Jingying hurriedly walked to Xiao Lian's side and found that Xiao Lian still had residual warmth, but his breath was weak. He Jingying pushed Xiao Lian, but Xiao Lian didn't react.
Chun'er hurriedly said: "Miss, what can I do, Chong'an Mausoleum is so far away, I can't even find a doctor." ”
He Jingying said: "You go to the west side and invite Mo Bo, he has been in Chong'an Mausoleum for a long time, maybe there is a way." ”
Chun'er hurriedly stepped on the snow and ran to the west.
He Jingying was about to help Xiao Lian into the house, and raised her hand to help Xiao Lian, only to find that he was so heavy. Although He Jingying is not weak, she is petite after all, and it really takes a lot of strength to drag a man who is eight feet tall. He Jingying lifted Xiao Lian's arm around her neck, and lifted Xiao Lian's back with one hand to help him up.
Suddenly, Xiao Lian's whole person seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and a cold air poured straight into Xiao Lian's lungs. Xiao Lian sat up "Huo". Two warm lips were unsuspectingly attached to He Jingying's lips.
He Jingying was stunned in place, and Xiao Lian still had one arm on her shoulder. And her own hand was still on Xiao Lian's back. The arm on He Jingying's shoulder tightened maliciously. He Jingying's mind was blank, but she unconsciously tightened her hands.
"Miss!" Chun'er's voice came from outside the courtyard gate, "...... Oh my god! Chun'er entered the door and smashed into this scene, and her toes spun and sent the other foot she was about to step in out of the yard.
He Jingying was startled, and quickly broke free from Xiao Lian's arms, her face was so red that she almost wanted to drop blood: "You...... You...... Who are you? ”
Xiao Lian avoided He Jingying's gaze and looked left and right: "Where is my ancestor?" ”
"Xiao Lian?"
Xiao Lian carefully looked at the messy patterns on the snow around him, and the spirit banner that fell to the ground: "What's going on?" I thought I was dead. ”
"What's going on?" Outside the courtyard, Old Man Mo walked in, saw the bloodstains on the ground, and panicked: "Lord, princess, are you okay?" ”
He Jingying shook her head and said, "It's okay, the prince accidentally injured his hand." ”
"Gee, that's a shame. I still have some herbs there, and I'll go and get them for the prince right away. ”
Xiao Lian was still a little dizzy: "Mo Bo doesn't need to bother, I'll just rest for a while." What just happened? ”
Old man Mo hurriedly said, "It's not. I saw that it was not right, so I rushed to the east. The aisle generally meets Chun'er girl. It's the first time I've seen such a tengu eating day, old man, in more than fifty years of life. I've seen two tengu eclipse days before, and that day the dog quickly left. This time I stayed for so long. What a bad sign. ”
Tengu Eclipse Day? Yang Minzhi once said that he traveled back and forth between the lonely road and the world with the solar eclipse. Could it be that when he was doing the Dharma just now, he suddenly encountered a solar eclipse, and Yang Minzhi's Dharma was terminated halfway through?
Xiao Lian hurriedly moved his hands and feet, and found that he was still intact, and although his legs were a little stiff, he could still move. "Fortunately, I wasn't half-paralyzed by that half-tone ancestor."
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