With Lu Yingjiu's permission, Mao Tuanzi ran away happily and was not seen for two whole days.
Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian were so busy that they were exhausted.
Writing invitations, stuffing red envelopes, and negotiating details with all kinds of ghosts...
The entire ghost world was busy. In the Ghost King's palace, the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Devil were holding jewelry boxes, the Black and White Impermanence were sorting out the guest list, and the graceful Meng Po was keen on this matter, running around commanding the ghosts.
On the way to welcome the wine, you can often see priests holding wedding candies and dried fruits flying across the sky, and the little ghosts running around with wedding wine stumble and drop their heads, then pick them up in a hurry and put them back on. On the long street, the ghosts are also decorated with lights and colors, and are in a festive mood.
Jing Xian knew that Maotuanzi's relatives were coming, so he prepared a lot of skulls and piled them behind the palace so they could be taken out and fed at any time.
But on the day before the wedding, Mao Tuanzi was still nowhere to be seen.
The main hall was being decorated. These past few days, Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian were both staying in the small palace on the east side.
The small palace is independent, about ten miles away from the main palace, located on a slope, with a great view. Outside the window are exquisite flowers, trees and a bright moon. Although it is not as gorgeous as the main palace, it is quiet and peaceful, and there are no stick figures. Before this, they would occasionally come here to stay for a few days.
According to the wedding process, the sedan chair will take the bride from her home and send her to the groom's home.
Just as Jing Xian was an illegal resident in the world of the living, Lu Yingjiu had no property in the ghost world. After discussing it, the two decided to temporarily use this small palace as Lu Yingjiu's home, which would also be the place where the wedding sedan would pick people up.
It was late at night, Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian were leaning against the head of the bed.
Lu Yingjiu was reading a book, the flickering candlelight reflected his fair skin, which had an ivory texture. He lowered his eyes, and the shadows of his dense eyelashes fell on his eye sockets.
The wedding will be held at dusk tomorrow. Jing Xian just confirmed the process one last time and said to Lu Yingjiu, "Go to bed early."
Lu Yingjiu nodded slightly, but showed no intention of putting down the book.
Jing Xian hesitated for half a second and moved closer to him. The two of them were shoulder to shoulder, and their body temperatures penetrated each other through their clothes.
He asked, "Are you not very happy today?"
"Hmm?" Lu Yingjiu paused and looked up at him, "Is there?"
"You speak very little and have been distracted several times," Jing Xian said.
Lu Yingjiu hesitated for a few seconds: "Really?"
Jing Xian gently took his hand and asked: "Which part of the wedding do you think is not good enough?"
"No, I'm very satisfied." Lu Yingjiu paused.
But he also knew that his condition was indeed not right.
During the day, he was busy with the decoration, and he and Jingxian were running around. It was okay when he was busy, and I didn't feel much. It was not until I calmed down that I felt very confused. I read for more than half an hour, but I only read a dozen pages.
This feeling was unfamiliar to him.
He hesitated for a long time before saying, "I seem to be... nervous?"
Jing Xian didn't respond. Lu Yingjiu looked up and saw a look of surprise in Jing Xian's eyes.
The last time Lu Yingjiu showed nervousness in front of Jing Xian was a long time ago: at that time, Jing Xian had just revealed his identity, and the erotic female ghost that Lu Yingjiu had been longing to see for many years suddenly turned into a man half a head taller than him, and he was at a loss for several days.
After that, no matter how critical the situation was, he never showed this emotion again.
Now they are a typical old couple, and all they need to do is to hold a wedding ceremony.
Lu Yingjiu never expected that he would still be nervous at this critical moment.
He coughed lightly, "Well, maybe I'll be fine tomorrow." He raised the book in his hand again, "I can relieve tension by reading. This is my favorite. I feel calm every time I read it."
Jingxian suddenly laughed.
Lu Yingjiu looked at him: "What's so funny about this?"
"It's okay," Jing Xian smiled and shook his head, "It's rare to see you like this." He leaned over and half-hugged Lu Yingjiu, rubbing his chin on his soft black hair, "What book are you reading?"
Lu Yingjiu showed him the cover of the book: "Illustrated Guide to Corpse Transformations"
Jing Xian: “…”
After blowing out the candles and the room became dark, Lu Yingjiu still tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep - he had trouble sleeping since he was a child, and it had gotten much better in recent years, but as soon as he got nervous, the problem would reappear.
Finally, Jing Xian pressed him into his arms.
Lu Yingjiu could not turn over anymore. Smelling the familiar cold fragrance, he finally fell into a dream.
At ten o'clock the next day, he was awakened by Jing Xian.
Jing Xian shook him: "Wake up, wake up."
"Hmm?" Lu Ying was dazed by the alcohol. "What's wrong? Did I oversleep?"
"No, take a look."
Lu Yingjiu closed her eyes and was led to the window by Jing Xian. She seemed to hear vaguely... a noise
The bamboo curtains are rolled up, and the sun shines brightly.
“Ahhh!” “Woo woo woo!”
“Ahhhhhh?” “Ahhh!” “Ahwuahwuahwu—”
A cry like the tide of the sea came, drowning them both.
Lu Yingjiu sobered up instantly, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the entire ground of the palace was filled with fur balls! !
Lu Yingjiu:?!
This is too much!
It’s hard to describe how many fur balls there are.
All they could see were their short legs, rubbing against each other and surging on the ground. When they saw the bamboo curtain being pulled up, they all raised their heads and looked at Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian: "Ahhhh!"
Then they wagged their tails wildly together.
Lu Yingjiu was so shocked that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he quickly went downstairs, carefully walked through the countless fur balls, and picked up one from the army of fur balls with incredible precision.
"Ao!" His furry ball kept wagging its tail.
"Are these all your relatives?" Lu Yingjiu asked.
"Awooo!" Maotuanzi nodded.
Behind him, Jing Xian also walked over with difficulty through the fur ball and said to him, "It's okay, I have prepared a lot of skulls."
"Is it really enough?" Lu Yingjiu turned around and asked him.
Jing Xian hesitated for half a second and said, "I'll ask the ghosts to dig in the mass grave again."
"Just don't let them starve." Lu Yingjiu breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the fur ball again, and said with a smile, "You have too many relatives."
“Ahhh—”
Jing Xian ordered the priests to take the army of fur balls to the garden behind the palace and have them look after by the Qilins.
A large group of fur balls ran and rolled, howling and screaming, and rushed away like a tide.
The world returns to purity.
After breakfast, Lu Yingjiu didn't know what to do.
The tension came back again, and he could only continue reading the "Corpse Transformation Picture Book" to seek a brief moment of calm.
Jing Xian said, "I have something else to do. I have to leave for two or three hours."
"Is there anything else going on?" Lu Yingjiu looked up at him.
"It's just a small matter. Go check the things I told you to do." Jing Xian said, "You can rest first. You can sleep for a while. Don't be too nervous."
Lu Yingjiu asked again: "Jingxian, are you really not nervous at all? Is this... my problem?"
Jing Xian was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "After all, I have lived many years longer than you, and have seen many more big scenes. Besides, the ghost world is my territory." He kissed Lu Yingjiu on the forehead, "It's okay to be nervous, I have arranged everything, there will be no problem."
Lu Yingjiu hummed, remembering that Jing Xian was quite courageous when he was the ghost king, decisive in killing, calm and resourceful, and he deserved this position. He had seen Jing Xian on the battlefield in the ghost world, and the ghost king wiped out the ghosts in a snap of his fingers, and the black blood was enough to cover the sky and the earth.
A grand wedding with a huge array of flowers and decorations certainly wouldn’t make Jing Xian nervous.
Jing Xian's calmness seemed to have infected him as well.
Lu Yingjiu couldn't help but relax his brows.
Then he saw Jing Xian said goodbye to him and walked out hand in hand.
Lu Yingjiu: “…???”
This looks very tense!
After Jingxian left, he read some more books, went out for a walk, and took a short nap in the afternoon.
Two hours before the wedding was to start, Jing Xian returned.
"How is it?" Lu Yingjiu asked him.
"Everything is fine." Jing Xian sat next to him, "Everything is ready."
Lu Yingjiu asked again: "Are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous." Jing Xian said.
Lu Yingjiu: “Oh—” and pretended to believe it.
Next, Lu Yingjiu, who was reading a book, and the Ghost King, who claimed that he was not nervous, sat side by side and spent two hours nervously.
The time had come when the clouds in the sky began to glow red.
Lu Yingjiu changed into a black top scholar suit, which was decorated with delicate gold-embroidered hollow patterns, mountains, rivers, floating clouds, and intricate runes - this was the custom of exorcists in ancient times when they got married, to paint runes representing peace and joy on their clothes in the hope of a bright future.
Jing Xian also wore the champion's uniform, but the style of the gold embroidery pattern was completely different, with ferocious ghosts, strange beasts and gods and demons. Only the most noble could wear this picture of ten thousand ghosts, which meant that all ghosts submitted to him and he was invincible.
Although their styles are different, one is beautiful and the other is domineering, when they stand side by side, the fitted clothes outline their figures, both of them are tall and upright, which is pleasing to the eye.
In the distance, there was a huge procession coming to welcome the bride, with priests, masked imps, evil spirits... Looking around, the whole procession was a sea of black, except for the eight-man sedan chair in the center, which was bright red and extremely eye-catching.
Soon, the sedan chair arrived at the palace gate.
Jing Xian easily opened the way to welcome the wine's hand and said with a smile: "Go, I'll wait for you at the end."
"Um."
Lu Yingjiu left the palace. He was also a man, so he did not wear a red veil, nor did he need to be supported or carried by others to get on the sedan chair. He simply took a few steps and got on the sedan chair briskly. When the sedan bearers lifted the sedan chair and walked forward steadily, he subconsciously looked back - of course he could not see Jingxian, the palace wall blocked all sight, only the flowers blooming on the roadside were swaying.
Keep moving forward.
Lu Yingjiu has been through three weddings.
The first time was when he was a child, it was rainy and the sky was gloomy, and people like crows sent him to the old house to marry a ghost. At that time, he felt uneasy.
The second time was when the heavens tried to cut off his marriage. He was brought to the wedding hall and married the golden figure. At that time, he didn't have time to think too much, and was only thinking about how to break the situation.
The third time was in Lintian Village, where Yao Gou came up with a bad idea, saying he wanted to find two people to get married to provoke the female ghosts in the village. Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian got married, but they both knew it was a fake show.
But this time is different.
Completely different.
Umbrellas and fans were opened, and gongs and drums were beaten.
Ten miles of red makeup and harmonious music of the zither and the harp.
The clouds in the sky burned into golden red, and under the gradually darkening sky, the lights along the street lit up. The ghost king's wedding was of course a grand ceremony, and all the ghosts celebrated. Lu Yingjiu lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out. Groups of ghosts gathered at the end of the street to welcome the team. It was so lively that you couldn't see the end at a glance.
But the sedan chair did not go directly to the main hall.
According to the customs of the ghost world, the wedding procession has to circle the main hall, passing the sea of flowers on the other shore, the Ten Palaces, the Wangxiang Terrace and the Hengha Palace, then the Wangchuan River, the Naihe Bridge and the Sansheng Stone, and finally arrive at the palace of the Ghost King.
In most places, Jing Xian has taken Lu Yingjiu to play a few rounds.
The only thing Lu Yingjiu had never been to was the Wangchuan River on the 18th level. His impression of Wangchuan was still that of the river with clear water and fine sand in the upper level of the ghost world.
The bridal sedan passed by the bright red flowers of the other shore, and various magnificent buildings, and finally arrived at the banks of the Forgetful River.
The sound of wind.
Lu Yingjiu heard the whistling sound of the wind that filled the entire world.
He listened for a while and then distinguished the sound of the surging tide. The sound was so loud that even the lively sounds of gongs, drums and suona were drowned out. Although the little ghosts were still playing hard, everything was still blown away by the wind.
I opened the curtain and looked out, and the whole world was inky black.
A huge river was surging in the distance, the black water merged with the dark sky, the other side and the end were invisible, the waves were rolling, tens of meters high. The wedding procession stretched for miles, but it was so small in front of it that it was not worth mentioning.
Lu Yingjiu knew that there were countless dead souls in that river.
Legend has it that the Wangchuan River is full of ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. They drift all day long, being eaten by insects and snakes.
But Jing Xian explained to him that it was a long time ago. The Wangchuan River is different now. There are no insects, snakes, or blood. Only ghosts who did not have time to reincarnate are wandering around, waiting for the next life.
Looking around, the souls in the river indeed have peaceful expressions, as if they were in a peaceful sleep.
They drift in the dim dream until the day of reincarnation, when they ascend to the palace of heaven - Lu Yingjiu once chased the golden human figure and fell into the tide of souls - and then began a new life.
The team headed straight towards the River Oblivion.
The black waves are surging and the future is uncertain. It seems that if you walk into it, you will be swallowed up. It is enough to scare anyone.
Lu Yingjiu was obviously not a normal person. He was calm inside. He just narrowed his eyes and was about to take a closer look at Wangchuan when a cold wind suddenly blew around him, and then... he was pushed to the side of the sedan.
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Lu Yingjiu held his forehead with his hand: "...Jing Xian, why are you... "
Jing Xian squeezed into the bridal sedan, stretched out his hand and hugged him, raised his eyebrows and said: "You are walking too slowly, I can't wait any longer."
Lu Yingjiu said: "It's only been half an hour."
"It's been a long time."
"Are you worried that I might be scared?"
Jing Xian hesitated for half a second: "I am a little worried."
Lu Yingjiu smiled: "You..."
Jing Xian emphasized again: "However, I came here mainly to tell you: some people want to come and see you off."
Road to welcome wine:
"boom!"
There was no time to wonder, a huge wave crashed on the shore, water drops fell down, the little ghosts opened their oil-paper umbrellas, and an invisible force unfolded, blocking the tide.
They stepped on the waves, and the sedan chair was as smooth as walking on flat ground. Only when it encountered the most violent waves would the sedan chair tremble.
The tide tonight is exceptionally strong, the souls are restless, their bodies merge into the torrent, and at a casual glance, there are thousands of faces.
Jing Xian still held Lu Yingjiu in his arms. No matter how violent the wind was outside, the little world inside the sedan was peaceful. Lu Yingjiu lit a piece of talisman paper, and the warm light fell on her clothes. In the swaying bright color, both of them had gentle eyes.
"Are you still nervous?" Jing Xian asked in a low voice.
Lu Yingjiu shook his head and smiled, "Much better."
The two held hands in the sedan, and the journey was no longer long.
After an unknown amount of time, the soul became more restless, and the sedan chair was up and down. Jing Xian's expression moved, and he lifted the curtain a little, revealing a dark world.
Lu Yingjiu asked, "Is there something outside?"
He thought again of what Jing Xian had said, and an absurd thought arose in his mind: Could it be those people who wanted to send him off
But why in Wangchuan
He went closer to Jingxian to take a look.
The surging black waves, the thick fog, the howling wind, they were floating like a lone boat, and the little devil who led the way held up a red lantern to barely illuminate the way ahead.
However, deep within this rolling ink, a hint of cold green lit up.
It illuminates the fog, the thick clouds, and the sea.
The color looked very familiar, and Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment.
A few more handfuls of green light lit up, sparsely distributed under the Forgotten River. Then more and more lights appeared, flickering and becoming more dazzling as they echoed each other, lighting up the raging water, like a school of beautiful and bright fish rising from the bottom of the sea, gathering for them, or like... souls holding green lanterns, quietly surrounding them.
Lu Yingjiu opened her eyes wide: "They are..."
"I told you, someone wants to give you a ride." Jing Xian said.
The light is flickering.
Those who had protected him were not far away. They passed through the surge of countless souls and came against the current. The green lamp once again left a strong and colorful mark in the thick darkness. The light fell in front of the team, the road was illuminated, and a brilliant brilliance burst out from the depths of the darkness.
Maybe the wind was too strong and the waves were too rough.
No matter how hard Lu Yingjiu tried, he could not see their faces clearly through his gradually blurring vision.
The nameless remain nameless in the end.
They are the unknown past, and they offer the final blessings to Lu Yingjiu's future.
Lights on the shore could be seen in the distance.
When Lu Yingjiu looked over, the first thing he saw was Ye Feng, who was gazing at the river with a dull look on his face and squinting his eyes. Ye Shou was standing next to him, and both father and son had exactly the same expression.
Then came Chen Zheng holding a thermos cup, and Zhang Shuwan in a black windbreaker. Chu Banyang in a suit and tie took Xiao Li with him, and Chen Xiaoling, who had put on her makeup carefully, talked to Ah Mei. There were also those exorcists who were familiar with Lu Yingjiu, who were standing on the shore waiting for him, a large and lively group of people.
In a flash, Lu Yingjiu understood:
Today Jing Xian did not go to check the process at all, but went back and forth between the Yin and Yang worlds, opening the door to the ghost world again and again, breaking the restrictions of the laws again and again, and with great effort, he finally brought all his friends here.
On the shore, ghosts and gods are everywhere, including the Black and White Impermanence, the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced God, the Judge and Meng Po; monsters from other worlds appear one after another, the Grim Reaper holding a black sickle, werewolves, griffins and unicorns, and the three-headed dog is surrounded by a bunch of hairy balls.
Behind them, golden figures flew up like birds, playing music. As they flew, the sky was filled with strange lights and colors.
Past, present.
The living are ghosts and gods.
Hometown and foreign land, all living beings and the way of heaven.
Jing Xian said: "This is the blessing from the whole world."
The author has something to say: The romantic ghost king~
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