In the dark night, the entire imperial city seemed extremely quiet.
The previous shocking changes on the long street only caused riots in a small area and did not spread too far. Many people were still immersed in the joy that the disaster was over. The corpses outside the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion had been disposed of, and the Guoguo Assassins were on the list. After this battle, all the killers were killed and injured. It is conceivable that for a long time to come, the killer organizations in the country of Jin will be in decline.
The imperial city is very large, and the surrounding Yantai Mountains are even more majestic and square, like a giant palm holding up the ancient city.
Because of years of war, even in the imperial city, there are not a few people who secretly move to other countries. Many large houses have become empty. According to folklore, once no one lives in a house, the ancient furniture in it will give birth to spirit. Therefore, for old houses with rumors of being haunted, seals are usually posted on the doors.
In the imperial city, the footsteps of officers and soldiers sounded again. The owner of the palace now was Zhao Xianger, and they also received her orders.
Although the order was the highest level A, it did not mention much key information. It only said that there were fish that slipped through the net and remained in the palace, and they needed to search with all their strength. Those empty houses naturally became the focus of the search.
There are not many soldiers available in the imperial city now, and coupled with the whole day of running around, the fear in their hearts and physical fatigue weigh heavily on them.
Everyone is waiting for this night to pass.
It's just that it's not yet Hai hour, and the night has just begun.
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Ning Jiujiu did not choose any empty house. He took Ning Xiaoling and sneaked into the largest temple in the city. Due to the riots in the imperial city today, the temple was closed early. The main hall with the closed door was empty. Outside, There was a faint sound of sweeping water.
There is a large Buddha in the main hall. The Buddha statue is golden and has a solemn appearance. Four rows of candles are burning on the bronze platform in front. The candlelight is cool and bright, reflecting the golden light of the old Buddha. There are about sixty-four densely packed candlesticks. In front of the candlestick is the incense table. On the incense table are some offerings and two colorful porcelain Avalokitesvara figures, both with kind expressions.
On both sides of the golden Buddha, there are many statues of different shapes. However, those statues are all skinny, some have three heads and six arms, some are holding magic weapons, or some have compassionate faces. Now the hall is empty, and those statues look very strange with the faint candlelight. It's appalling.
But the awe-inspiring Buddha's light that has been accumulated here for a long time has a natural ability to overwhelm the monsters in the world.
Ning Changjiu shook off a copper coin from his sleeve and placed it on the threshold. He entered the temple to worship the Buddha and the God of Ceremony. He knelt down on the futon and bowed briefly.
The copper coin on the threshold is the copper coin that Ning Qinshui used before his death. This copper coin is a product of loose cultivation. It can temporarily isolate a space to prevent ghosts and evil spirits in the house from escaping, and can also prevent the invasion of Yin energy from outside.
Ning Xiaoling's petite body was wrapped in a translucent white cocoon, with illusory fox tails hanging over her body. Her pretty face looked extremely calm at the moment, and her skin color became very light, and the veins underneath it The delicate blood vessels are faintly visible, and the contradictory meanings of evil and holiness appear simultaneously on the body of this girl who is only fourteen years old, making her look like a demon in the world.
At this moment, she is trapped in the inner demon tribulation.
Her realm rose too fast, and she jumped through all the second realms of entering the Xuan Tongxian realm, and directly reached the world-shattering Longevity Poziting.
So she lacks the experience to break her inner demons, because essentially, her mind is still that of a fourteen-year-old girl. According to the normal speed, she should have left the imperial city and worked hard for another half a year before breaking through. But now, with Ning Jiujiu's help, she has directly arrived before this realm.
The Tribulation of Heart Demons is a game of questioning one’s heart.
Nowadays, the cocoon on Ning Xiaoling's body is getting thicker and thicker, and her vital signs are getting weaker and weaker, which shows that she is getting deeper and deeper in this calamity.
Ning Jiujiu took out two talismans from his sleeves and pasted one on Ning Xiaoling's cocoon clothes and the other on his forehead.
Those were the two purple gold talismans that Ning Qianshui took out that day. The talisman paper looked like it was written by a real outsider. He admired the flowing talisman painting technique.
At that time, these two talismans were locks that sealed their bodies. Now, Ning Changjiu secretly changed a few strokes and distorted the meaning of the talismans, so these two talismans became a bridge to communicate their consciousness.
Before Ning Xiaoling became a demon, Ning Jiujiu told her that there are many talismans in the world, and if they change a few strokes, they may produce mysterious effects like upside down.
It's just that this method of changing the talisman is extremely difficult to learn. A slight mistake or a deviation in the strength of the strokes will make the entire talisman incompatible.
Ning Changjiu lit a stick of incense on the desk and recorded the time. Then he leaned his back against the dark red wooden pillar of the hall and quickly closed his eyes and fell into meditation.
He used these two purple and gold talismans to connect to Ning Xiaoling's consciousness.
He entered her inner demons.
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It was an ancient city covered in snow.
Ning Changjiu's consciousness seemed to fall from the sky. In his field of vision, he was overlooking a small border town with white snow. The wind and snow covered his field of vision. In the city, thousands of people's squares, ancient pagodas and old tiles, and wine flags and bridge railings were all covered with thin White.
Those white ones are like blank pens, outlining the layout of the entire city in a roughly square shape.
The river that passes through the city has been frozen with ice, and there are few pedestrians and horses on the streets. Wherever the heavy snow passes, it is mostly peaceful.
His eyes fell slowly, and finally landed on a street. There was a wine flag beside him. The flag with a square and square word "wine" was also frozen stiff at this moment. There was the sound of drinking and clinking glasses in the house. There was a commotion, and he seemed not to care at all about the sudden appearance of a person on the street outside the house.
Anyway, many people die every winter.
Ning took a long look and saw that the people in the room were wearing thin clothes, but their faces were full of joy, as if the wine could drive away all the coldness. He only took a glance and walked towards the city.
This city should be Ning Xiaoling's hometown.
He had not cared about these mundane noises in the past, not to mention that at this moment, it was still a false dream in the inner demon tribulation.
He needed to find Ning Xiaoling as soon as possible, suppress her demonic nature, and then kill her inner demons.
After going through the catastrophe, it was also the time when the demon species was sleeping and at its most vulnerable. This was the best time he had deduced after countless calculations.
But this city is so big, where can I find a little girl
Ning Jiujiu was not in a hurry, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, his consciousness spread out slowly, and he slowly felt the frozen city.
After passing this long street, there is a stone bridge. When you stand on the stone bridge and look out, your line of sight will become wider. In your gaze, you can see a large number of bungalows and a tall and eye-catching ancient tower. They seem to be It is not illusory, but also contains the simplicity left by the wind and frost of history.
And if you look further, you can see many places in the city, still shrouded in untouchable fog.
That was the missing part of this city in Ning Xiaoling's memory.
Walking along the long bridge, there are gradually more and more people on the street. The merchants selling goods on both sides of the road are pushing stalls, looking left and right, shouting from time to time, and the woman in colorful silk clothes is holding an umbrella, and her charming laughter is in her ears. There was a crisp sound, and the big licensed horses pulled the cart slowly through the street, leaving two long, deep ruts on the snowy street.
Ning's gaze fell on their faces for a long time, and then quickly moved away. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with the world, but for a while he could not find the source of the problem.
He continued walking forward, and finally he saw a little girl in front of a dilapidated bungalow.
The little girl was wearing an old jacket and fetching water from an ancient well. She was carrying a bucket and walking in the snow. Several little boys gathered around her.
Then he saw the little girl falling to the ground, with the water in the bucket overturning. She got up from the ground, yelled at the little boys who were taller than him, rolled up her sleeves and hit them. The little girl naturally hit them. But for them, she only relied on their ruthlessness. She knew that if she did nothing, they would only get worse next time.
Then she fell to the ground over and over again, but still stared at them fiercely. The little boy's laughter echoed around, which sounded very happy.
Ning looked at the little girl's slightly dark face for a long time and confirmed that it was still not Ning Xiaoling.
He didn't do anything. This was the illusion of the inner demon, and it was something that had already happened. Even if he reversed his mind and let time go back, helping the little girl move the water back into the house, he still couldn't change anything that had happened in the long river of time. thing.
This is the dust blowing in front of my eyes. No matter how blind I am, I can only regard it as a passing cloud of smoke.
He walked on.
This city is much more lively than expected, but the heavy snow in the sky reflects loneliness, a thin layer of ice spread over the bustling city.
Further forward, there is a luxurious mansion. The dark red door is tightly closed, and two majestic stone lions stand at the door. Within the high courtyard wall, you can vaguely see carved wooden windows and painted eaves.
But Ning Jiujiu knew that Ning Xiaoling must have nothing to do with this place.
Because he could see that under the cornices and carved railings, there was an empty gray mist.
Because across the high courtyard wall, even if Ning Xiaoling stood on tiptoes, she could only see those things. The things below had never existed in her memory, because between her and such a mansion, Always separated by an unreachable courtyard wall.
He moved on.
The snow fell silently, covering the ancient city like a thickening cocoon on the girl's body.
He gradually discovered that something was wrong with this city. Although most of the trees in the city were withered, if you look closely at many trees, you will find that there are newly sprouted buds buried under the snowdrifts.
Many pedestrians on the street were wearing thin spring clothes and seemed not to feel the cold.
Now in this ancient city, winter should be over and spring is in full bloom.
Many people didn't even notice the snow.
Because this is the snow in Ning Xiaoling's heart.
There are many waves, floating in the sky.
Ning Jiujiu searched around the city for a long time. Those places shrouded in gray fog could not be touched or penetrated deeply. His footprints were left in the rest of the places.
But he failed to find Ning Xiaoling.
Finally, after wandering around for a while, he returned to the mansion, looking at the pair of copper rings on the door, thinking about something.
After a while, the door suddenly opened, and four people came out carrying a sedan chair.
The cold wind blew the sedan curtains, revealing the faintly carved face of a little girl.
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