Konghou had been in a coma for five days, and the mud and clothes on his body had already been cleaned up by Huan Zong using magic techniques, and his cheeks were extremely pale. He sat by the bed for five whole days, thinking a lot in his mind.
Thinking about how much Konghou will achieve in his practice in the future, if his body cannot recover, how long can he stay with Konghou. She talked about her desire for freedom when she was a child, and he wanted to take her to see all the worlds.
He thought about it a lot, but he didn't dare to think about it. If she didn't want to...
When he was covering Konghou with the quilt, he discovered that the ribbon he had given to Konghou had been put away by her when she entered the soul-receiving formation. Was it because she was worried about damaging the ribbon, or did she already know that there was a wisp of his consciousness in the ribbon, and she didn't want to implicate him
The ten bloody fingers were healed by the application of medicine countless times a day, and the wounds on his body were also healed by the elixir he fed into Konghou's mouth, but the comatose person had not woken up.
Reaching out and holding Konghou's hand, Huan Zong once again entered the spiritual energy to sort out the meridians and spiritual platforms for her. Lin Hu stood at the door, quietly watching this scene, and retreated to the outside yard. The empress and prince of the mortal world would salute each other through the door every day, but they never bothered.
Lin Hu thought that this pair of emperors and queens in the mortal world were more like the rulers of a country than the emperors and queens in Lingyoujie.
A white crane crossed the sky and fell into the yard. It raised its long neck and chirped towards the house.
There was a sound of the door opening behind him, and Lin Hu turned around to look, and the young master came out of the room. This is the first time in five days that the young master has left Miss Konghou's side. Seeing the young master appear, Baihe still didn't stop chirping, jumping on the branch and making a crisp cry toward the house.
"Is this looking for Miss Konghou?" Lin Hu thought, perhaps the person who was looking for Miss Konghou found that the communication talisman could not be used, and guessed that Miss Konghou was no longer in Lingyoujie, so he sent Xianhe to send a message.
Huan Zong took out a packet of spiritual rice and a few dried spiritual fish from the storage ring, put them on a plate and put them on the ground. The crane looked at it, jumped off the tree and started eating.
"Konghou is still sleeping, how many days can you wait for her?" Huan Zong saw the symbol of Yunhuamen on the ankle ring worn by the crane, and took a few dried fish and put them on a plate.
After Xianhe finished eating the Lingmi and Lingyu, he bent his neck and took the storage bag hanging on his neck with his mouth. He put the bag in Huanzong's palm, and flapped his wings with a loud roar and flew away.
The bag of tricks is flashing with light, and there is the word "Perched Moon" on it.
"Miss Konghou, she is a close disciple of the peak master of Qiyue Peak of Yunhua Sect. Could it be that something big has happened in Qiyue Peak?" Lin Hu frowned. If not, why let the crane pass through the mortal world to deliver the letter
Huan Zong clenched the bag in his hand and said nothing.
Outside the courtyard gate, the queen and other palace servants watched the cranes fly in and out, and they were secretly shocked. Could it be that Ji Konghou has been in the mortal world for too long, and the immortal world is going to call her back
In a daze, Konghou heard a woman's voice. She sometimes cried, sometimes hummed a beautiful tune, but this tune was very unfamiliar, like a voice from thousands of years ago.
Is she... ghosted
"The soul is broken and the red candle has not yet dried. Year after year, Si Jun, how can I wait for the king to return..."
"Who are you?" Konghou looked at the woman in Chinese clothes sitting by the lotus pond. The architectural regulations here are like a palace, but it's not the palace she once lived in.
The woman's humming stopped abruptly, and she turned to look at Konghou, revealing a beautiful face.
Konghou couldn't describe how beautiful this face was, probably nothing more than that. There was a lot of resentment on this female ghost, she took a step back: "Who are you, why did you come into my dream?"
The woman sighed softly: "It's actually just a hairy girl who doesn't understand any style."
Konghou: "…"
She felt that this woman was even more hateful than that Lingbo of Zhaohan Sect.
"Fortunately, there are still some beautiful eyes." The woman stood up, "The deep palace is lonely, and I have not spoken to a living person for hundreds of years. These women in the harem are too stupid to perceive my existence. "
"People and ghosts have different paths, you are no longer a worldly person, and you shouldn't disturb the peace of living people." Konghou sat down beside him, "There is a dragon in the palace, and they naturally cannot perceive you."
"Since you know I'm a ghost, aren't you afraid of me?" The female ghost's walking posture is very good-looking, like a green lotus removed, swaying gently in the wind, she approached Konghou, her voice was erratic, "Don't... You are not afraid of me eating about you?"
Konghou chuckled softly, although her practice days were not long, she was not afraid of a female ghost. She reached out and pushed away the face of the female ghost that was too close, "Sorry, although I like beautiful women, I like sweet, soft and warm beauties."
The female ghost's face sank, and she gritted her teeth coldly: "What a clever little girl, you just said that I shouldn't disturb the peace of living people, do you really think that people who live in this place can get peace?"
She sneered: "I have been in this palace for many years, seeing the changing dynasties, the overlapping of emperors, and the people who live here have never found peace."
Konghou wanted to say, why have you found peace again? If you have obtained peace, why should you cling to this place and have been reluctant to leave
"Little girl, what kind of eyes do you have?" The female ghost seemed to have guessed the unspoken meaning in Konghou's eyes, and her eyebrows stood upright, "I am different from these harem women. My king never accepted other women. Back then, the harem, Apart from me, I have no other concubines. I have nothing to do with being dignified, virtuous, virtuous, and virtuous. The ministers called me a demon concubine that harmed the country, and all the women in the world hated me so much that they gnashed their teeth, but what can I do? No other women."
Speaking of the glory of the past, the female ghost's tone was somewhat complacent: "A harem woman like you will not understand."
"I'm not a woman from the harem." Konghou spread out his palms, conjured a pot of tea and two teacups, and poured a cup of tea for himself and the female ghost, "I am the one who walked out of this palace.
The female ghost was stunned, she pushed away the tea cup that Konghou handed her, "You lied to me!"
Konghou smiled: "If I am from this palace, how can you get into my dream?"
The female ghost fell silent, and after a long time, she looked at the bright moon in the sky and became quiet. The breeze blew the tips of her hair, and also blew a bit of melancholy.
Konghou watched this scene quietly, she was really a very beautiful woman, she was beautiful when she was angry, and she was beautiful when she was sad. Even if she sat so quietly, she was so beautiful that women couldn't help but look sideways.
"My king, promised to be with me in life and death. We made an appointment to walk together on Huangquan Road. I promised him." A line of blood and tears fell from the female ghost's eyes, "I waited for him for a long time, and the flowers on Huangquan Road bloomed. Year after year, he didn't show up. He wasn't in the tomb, he wasn't in the palace. I watched his dynasty fall, and the palace where we once lived was burned down and rebuilt, and he still didn't show up."
"He lied to me!" The female ghost was full of resentment, and the bright moon in the sky turned blood red, "He lied to me!"
Looking at the distorted and ugly female ghost, Konghou flew a little above her head, holding her almost mad body. This is a female ghost who lost her mind while waiting. Maybe soon, she will lose her last sanity and become one of the countless evil ghosts. Finally, she is taken away by the ghost messenger and becomes the one who kills and devours each other in the river of ghosts. monster.
"He didn't lie to you." Konghou used his spiritual power to help the female ghost to restore her original appearance, and only after she regained her senses did she say, "I once heard a story that 1,800 years ago, Sang Yu, the emperor of the Xifeng Dynasty, and him The Queen's Story."
"King Sangyu and the queen are deeply in love with each other. After his queen passed away, King Sangyu was heartbroken, and he asked God everywhere to get a medicine that could bring back life. Finally, with the blood of the emperor, he cultivated a cangyu ear that can resurrect from the dead. But people's life and death are already fixed, and King Sang Yu violated the way of heaven, so he was punished by the gods. His wife did not survive, and he also Ended up in a dead end."
"You are the queen of King Sang Yu, right?" Kong Hou felt a little uncomfortable, she didn't even dare to look at the female ghost's expression, "He didn't mean to lie to you, but he just couldn't come to the appointment again."
The female ghost looked at her blankly: "You lied to me..."
"Don't wait for him, he can't come." The truth of some stories is cruel, but Konghou felt that he would rather let the queen know the cruel truth than let her think that her love with the emperor was based on deception. end.
This is not fair to King Sang Yu, it is not fair to the queen, and it is not fair to this story that has been passed down for 1,800 years.
"You lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me..." The female ghost shook her head repeatedly, "My king, Yingming Shenwu loves the people, he is the best king in the world, he will not die, you are lying to me. "
The resentment on her body began to dissipate, her eyes bleed, and her blue hair turned white in an instant: "My king said that he would plant safflower in the mountains for me, and he would never be apart from each other, he said..."
After saying this, she didn't know what to think and flew out of the palace. Konghou hesitated for a moment, then followed her and flew out. I don't know how far she flew, and she saw the female ghost stop on a barren mountain. The mountain was very remote and uninhabited, but the foot of the mountain was full of red flowers.
Konghou had never heard such a cry, like a lonely geese crying, like a cuckoo crying blood, every sound seemed to hit her heart, sour and unspeakable.
Is love really such a miraculous thing? It can make the emperor go against the sky and dissipate his soul? Can the world-famous beauty wait for a year after a year in a lonely palace, just for a promise she made to the emperor
Such a terrible thing, why are people so happy
A bright light rose in the east, the female ghost stopped crying, she looked up at the sky, and murmured: "It's almost dawn." Picking a red flower, don't put it on the temple, the female ghost turned to look at Konghou, "Is it beautiful? ?"
Konghou nodded heavily.
"My king said the same thing. He said that I am more beautiful than flowers." She stood up and brought Konghou to a hidden stone gate. "Thank you for the story you told me."
The stone gate opened, and inside was an underground palace filled with silk satin, pearls, jade, and treasures, as well as various pottery figurines. The female ghost walked with the Konghou for a long time, and finally stopped at a stone gate. The stone gate was carved with a woman holding a lantern to open the door. The woman was carved so vividly that she was like a living person, standing by the door to welcome the person who came.
The female ghost touched the face of the woman on the stone gate, and said with tears in her smile: "He thinks I wait for him to come home every day, I should go back."
"You..." Konghou reached out and grabbed her, her palm was cold, without the slightest warmth.
"My king will be back, right?" She turned to look at Konghou with a smile.
Konghou remembered the history of King Sangyu. According to historical records, after King Sangyu died, his younger brother succeeded to the throne. After the new king ascended the throne, he did not let King Sang Yu and his beloved queen be buried together, but buried King Sang Yu in the imperial tomb. For nearly a thousand years, the tombs of successive emperors of the Xifeng Dynasty have been harassed by tomb robbers for many times, but the true cave has not been found.
"Yes." Konghou nodded and said, "It will definitely be."
She would help her find the bones of King Sang Yu, and let them bury the husband and wife together.
"Thank you." The stone door that carved the woman opened, and there were two jade coffins inside. One was empty and there was nothing. In the other was a woman. Even though 1,800 years had passed, the woman's bones were still intact, as if Live in general.
"It's time for me to sleep." The female ghost sat on the jade coffin and took out a box from under the pillow of the female corpse, "This, take it away. Thinking of how much the king paid for it, I can't let it sleep in my place. bedside."
After the box was removed, the female corpse in the jade coffin instantly turned into dust, leaving only a set of gorgeous golden silk jade clothes lying in the coffin.
Seeing her corpse turn into dust, the female ghost smiled nonchalantly and put the jade box into Konghou's hands: "I have a name, Qingluo."
After saying this, she raised her head and poured it into the coffin, turned into a little fluorescent light, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Konghou didn't know what was wrong with him, his throat felt uncomfortable, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and helped Qingluo cover the coffin. Wipe off the dust on it.
With a hoarse voice, she said, "I'll help you find your king."
Closing the stone gate, Konghou looked at the rising sun in the east. The brilliant red flowers were redder and more beautiful than the morning light in the sky.
In the palace, Huan Zong suddenly stretched out his hand to probe Konghou's lifeline.
Soul out of the body
He stood up abruptly: "Lin Hu!"
Okay, how can the soul leave the body