Shu country.

Ding Yin took two guards behind him, and climbed the most sacred and majestic place in the Shu country, the Xihe Temple, step by step.

The main hall is made of dark stone masonry and stone tiles, and the twelve large pillars are generally supported in the corners of the main hall.

The hall was empty, covered with yellow banners with red golden crows tattooed on it, and a string of ancient inscriptions engraved on it.

There was silence all around, and there was not a single attendant.

"Wait outside the temple." Ding Yin instructed the guards and approached the hall alone.

It is rumored that only one person lived in the temple, and that was the high priest.

The Qi clan of the Shu Kingdom has been in charge of the priesthood for generations, representing the will of heaven and declaring the will of the gods.

Ding Yin sorted out the dark cyan official robe, knelt on the ground respectfully, and in front of him was Qi Xin, the current high priest of the Shu Kingdom.

"Ministers, bow down to the high priest."

"Prime Minister Ding, why are you here in this company?" Qi Xin's voice was cold, Xuanyu wiped the green silk on his forehead and tied one end, his face was like a crown of jade, and his hair like a waterfall poured on the round-necked coat and hat.

Ding Yin glimpsed it with his peripheral vision, only to feel that Qi Xin's long body was covered under the dark robe, dragging the tail of his coat, and the bronze bell under the eaves was tinkling, long and deep, under the main hall, that person was sacred and inviolable.

"The subordinates are ignorant, there is a chaotic matter, I hope the gods will solve their doubts."

"What?"

"It's a matter of life and death."

"Ask Sheng? Or do you want to die? ”

"When you are born, after you die."

"There is a definite number in life, between one breath and one micro, but with the mandate of heaven, do not disobey the monarch and ministers, and do not disobey human morality. And after death, people dissipate between heaven and earth, and be in the company of mountains, rivers, plants and trees, endlessly. ”

"Can you really live forever?"

"The life and death of a person is nothing but the state of the skin in heaven and earth, and when he is born, he transforms into a human form, and after death, he can become a spirit and spirit, attached to plants, trees, beasts and birds."

"Life and death are also the law of cultivation?"

"Cultivating life is cultivation, and cultivating death is also cultivation." Qi Xin said lightly, and a white-winged butterfly flew beside him, faintly the butterfly's wings flickered and weakened, vaguely transparent, "Can the prime minister see this butterfly?" ”

Ding Yin was still kneeling, raising his head to look at Qi Xin. I saw the butterfly surrounding Qi Xin, flying lightly.

"Yes."

"It seems that this butterfly has a fate with the prime minister, so let it take the prime minister to experience it, what is life and death."

After Qi Xin finished speaking, the wide sleeved robe was lightly raised, and the butterfly was tucked into the cuffs.

Qi Xin approached Ding Yin, his hand was raised upward, and Ding Yin's kneeling body slowly stood up. The butterfly flew out of Qi Xin's sleeve, flew around Ding Yin and finally stopped at the center of his eyebrows, Ding Yin closed his eyes and remained motionless.

A boy dressed in sacrificial attire walked out of the layers of banners, bowed down, and said, "Master, tomorrow's spring festival has been completed, and Shanglisi has also led hundreds of officials to conduct a drill. ”

"Well, go to Guanshan County and bring the princess back."

"Yes." The boy stepped back.

Ding Yin suddenly opened his eyes, butterflies flew up from the center of his eyebrows, fluttered around him, and finally returned to Qi Xin's sleeve robe.

Ding Yin walked straight towards the outside of the hall and returned to the house with the two guards.

The spring festival is imminent, and the people are preparing to sacrifice to welcome the spring.

Loving romance and respecting the gods are the two truths in the lives of the people of Shuguo.

Men and women travel together on the streets, and they are courteous. Falling in love is like praying, serious and religious.

"It is said that hair is the root of a person's affection, and a person who can communicate with the gods like a high priest can get a strand of his hair for prayer, and he should be able to marry the person he likes."

"The High Priest is full of treasures."

"It's a pity that the fortunes of my kingdom are declining, and even if the high priest has great divine power, there is nowhere to do it."

"I heard that the crown prince of the Cangguo country once hired him with a lot of money, and asked our high priest to help him make a way to continue his life!"

"Haha, that scourge, do you really want to leave a stench for a thousand years?"

"Be careful! In the past two days, there have been a lot of outsiders in the city, and your words will be heard, so be careful of your head! ”

"The high priest went to the Linggu Spring Festival today to pray for rain, let's go and have a look."

"Let's go, let's go!"

Junzi Yun and Bai Yechi were invited to the country of Shu on the pretext of escorting Ning Xiang and were among them to visit the spring festival.

The spring festival is set up on the outskirts of the city, and the solemn flags are hunted in the wind. The high priest wore a golden phoenix feather on his head and held a scepter of the four gods, guiding the ceremony in an orderly manner, while the people watched silently and prayed sincerely.

Qi Xin closed his eyes, held a staff in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to the altar, looking from a distance, Ruyu's face became more and more calm.

"The High Priest is talking to the heavens!"

Bai Yechi frowned and glanced at the altar.

"Is it so mysterious?"

"Summer insects can't talk about ice." The gentleman replied without being salty.

"Got it, doesn't your teacher like that?" Bai Yechi chuckled, and his gaze fell on Ning Xiang next to the altar.

Because it is a sacrifice, the incense is painted with a plain light ink color, and the palace dress on a white background is lined with a delicate and lovely little girl, and it is as beautiful as a valley and a clear orchid.

"What, you like it?"

"I'm not going to be so anxious yet!"

"And you stared at it for so long?"

"I'm looking at the people around her."

When Jun Ziyun heard this, he also looked at Ning Xiang's side, the person standing with a sword and guarding on the side was actually Jinxiang! Although there are some decorations and concealments in the dress, they can't escape the eyes of the two gentlemen.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, Jin Zhen looked left and right.

Qi Xin's eyes were still closed, and the people around him were also serious and religious.

Suddenly, Jin Yi drew his sword and held Ning Xiang hostage, and there was a panic around him, and he screamed.

Jun Ziyun pulled out Bai Yechi, who wanted to do it: "Your little three-legged cat kung fu is not enough for Jinyi to play with one hand." ”

"What about your six-legged cat?"

Jun Ziyun glanced down at Bai Yechi and was silent.

At this time, the brocade was surrounded by the surrounding guards.

"I am loyal to the country, but I was abandoned by you and expelled from the country, today I will hate myself and kill all of you high-ranking officials and nobles!"

Jin Yi dragged Ning Xiang with one hand and slashed with a sword in the other, cutting many people who approached. Suddenly, he saw a stiff figure in front of him, hurrying over, piercing his chest with a sword, and pulling out his sword again, blood splattering, and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qi Xin still didn't move, and a group of people had to protect him and find a way to rescue Ning Xiang.

"Prime Minister! Prime minister! The person who was assassinated just now was Ding Yin, and I saw him stiff and fell to the ground unable to speak.

Jun Ziyun frowned, when he saw Jin Yu the day before yesterday, he still looked normal, why did he look like he was insane today, and his eyes were red.

Suddenly, Qi Xin opened his eyes and walked towards Jinji.

Jin Zhen was taken by Qi Xin Zunwei, and retreated again and again, the incense in his hand screaming in pain.

"Brother Xin, save me!"

Qi Xin looked at Jin Qi indifferently, looked at the cold sword blade in his hand, stretched out his hand and shook it gently, and the dark black robe covered his hand, close to the sharp blade.

Qi Xin smiled, and the hand in his sleeve gently turned to bring the sword, only to see the sword hanging in the air, reflexively resting on the neck of the brocade.

"The above is a capital offense of great rebellion."

Jin Zhen did not struggle, Qi Xin waved his sleeves, and the tip of the knife sank straight into the ground behind Jin Yuan, trembling slightly.

I saw Jin Qi standing there, with a blood line on his neck, and his eyes were starless.

Jin Zhen died.

Qi Xin helped Ning Xiang and asked the palace maid to take her back to the palace.

After the spring festival ended, the people were evacuated, Junzi Yun and Bai Yechi were in the crowd, and they saw Qi Xin's eyes from a distance, calm and waveless, but as deep as ink.

"Qi Xin ......" Junzi Yun muttered to himself, and stayed at the embassy of Shuguo with Bai Yechi and his party.