Xi Ping, who had just been punished by Tai Sui for being lazy, went to Yanhai Tower "obediently" whenever he was free.
Unexpectedly, "Detailed Explanation of Meridians" was poisonous, and he was knocked down when it came up. Before finishing a page, Xi Ping's upper and lower eyelids were already suffering from lovesickness. He sat there daring to speak out and sulked for a while, so he yawned and picked out a book that was dedicated to recording accidents of enlightenment.
This book is worth reading, and it tells all kinds of appalling accidents of enlightenment.
There are those who have lacked blood virtue for several generations. When they opened their spiritual apertures, they happened to catch up with the thunderstorm, and the spiritual energy was squeezed into the spiritual apertures together with the thunder, and it was mixed from the inside to the outside; After eating Feisheng, unexpectedly, he was so full that he ascended to the sky; some people were unlucky, it was said that they were suffering from a rare disease and their bones were fragile. shattered...
A series of bloody tragedies made Xi Ping look alive.
Seeing that his hairs were standing on end, Tai Sui said: "It's a bit dangerous to open the spiritual orifice, but it's not that unlucky for everyone. Qianxiu Temple is backed by the fairy mountain spirit mine, surrounded by auspicious beasts, and a group of stewards will take care of you. It's not so easy to get out." ACCIDENT."
"Senior, I saw that your disciples all have boundless mana. Why, can't the injuries suffered when opening the spiritual apertures be repaired later? It is said that even if the bones of the elders of the Tianji Pavilion are broken, they will heal after a while."
Tai Sui said: "The physical strength of monks during the enlightenment period is far superior to that of ordinary people. Generally, skin and flesh injuries do recover quickly, but the injuries caused by the opening of the spiritual aperture itself cannot be removed. This is the mark of heaven on the 'retrograde'. Unless you can Reborn."
However, the opening of the spiritual aperture is so dangerous, if there is no adventure, the establishment of the foundation will generally be gone forever.
Xi Ping thought for a while, then pointed to a case in the book and asked: "Senior, look, although this person's spiritual orifice has been opened, his meridians have been cut off. What is this? The wine is opened and the jar is broken?"
"That's right," Tai Sui said, "The spiritual orifice connects the heaven and the earth. If the meridians are destroyed at this pass, it means that the 'connecting the heaven and the earth' fails, and it is not considered enlightened—you can tell me why the girl from the Chen family missed the fairy road back then, so she walked away. Dead end?"
Xi Pingxin said: It's not because of you, an old man.
He closed the book, and picked up a few more to take away, his eyes seemed to have inadvertently scanned the fire-avoiding inscriptions inside and outside the Yanhai Building. The inscriptions in Qianxiu Temple and the one used by the nobles in Dawan are both from Xuanyin Mountain, so they should be inscribed by a group of people, and the inscriptions look very similar to those in Zhuang Wang's Mansion.
Xi Ping walked down the stairs and "walked" on the banister with two fingers. The inscription on the wooden banister lit up along with his fingers, as if scolding him for being handicapped.
The news has already spread, and it seems that Uncle Zhi is not in Qianxiu Temple, so everything should be arranged. And his third brother and Tianji Pavilion... If these people are unreliable, Xi Ping can't think of anyone in the world who can be trusted.
But there is always a contingency in everything, no matter how reliable he is, he will not lie down and wait for someone to arrange. Anyway, everyone does their own thing, and it doesn't affect anything.
Renzong has been in existence for more than two hundred years, and the cycle of life and death in the world has turned countless times. Finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack. He has to be prepared that they are too late.
Xi Ping thought: In case of a dead end, there is a last resort, which is to find a way to smash the meridians when the spirit orifice is opened, and then give the big devil a "broken jar".
"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood, and you will be disabled when you are disabled," he thought frivolously and fearlessly, "there are always more solutions than difficulties. If you have breath, can you still suffocate to death?"
Xi Ping walked out of Yanhai Tower, whistled a vulgar ditty, and kicked a stone on the head of a patrolling rice boy.
"boom"-
The black cat lifted Zhuang Wang's pen with one paw, and the bloody jade pen hit the ground and rolled several feet away.
Zhuang Wang didn't close his eyes the whole night before, just propped his head and closed his eyes to rest his mind, when he was awakened by that little animal, his heart palpitations like a drum, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.
Bai Ling floated in from the window like a snowflake, and hurriedly poured a Chunhui Dan for him, and moved the cat ancestor away.
"How about it?"
Bai Ling shook his head: "Over the past two hundred years, all the files of evil spirits involving the 'Reincarnation Wood' in Dawan have been dug out, and a whole storehouse has been piled up. Commander Pang Du led people to check them one by one. But in the files, the so-called 'Tai Sui', It should be just a totem fabricated by these evil spirits without substance. The blood images have only been differentiated in recent years. We tried to check according to the birth date and physical characteristics, but there are too few records of the former, and the latter is too vague... "
King Zhuang: "Did you only check the territory of Dawan, what about the southern border?"
Bai Ling said in a low voice: "My lord, Southern Xinjiang... Southern Xinjiang is a land of chaos."
After Nanhe and Lancang Sword Sect were destroyed, there was no one in the original Nanhe territory. Immortal sects from various countries divided up the Lingshi Mine in Nanhe, and they all swept the snow in front of their gates. For two hundred years, evil spirits have been rampant there, and there is no way to investigate.
Bering said: "Pang Dutong asked me to ask, is there any other letter from the prince?"
Zhuang Wang shook his head, Jinping hadn't rained much these days.
Even if it rains, Xi Ping may not have much to say. His every move is under Xie Chong's nose, and every little trick he makes is jumping on the tip of the knife. Given the absolute difference in strength, no matter how many clever tricks are "gifts".
A gimmick is a gimmick, and if you use it once in a while, you can get away with it, but if you use it too much, you will definitely overturn and have an accident.
"Princess Duan Rui couldn't find out the possession of the primordial spirit, and Xingchenhai neglected it," Zhuang Wang stood up, and said slowly, "Xie Chong... is it really Xie Chong?"
"My lord," Bering paused, his voice almost inaudible, "I know what you're thinking, but you're just suspicious, without any basis."
King Zhuang didn't answer, and was silent for a while, then he stretched out his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "I just dreamed that he was begging me to save him."
Bering said: "This matter has to be discussed in the long term. Your Highness, 'there' cannot be mentioned. You know that once that place is exposed, Dawan will have to change the sky, and there will be no peace."
King Zhuang turned his head out of the window, and the celadon ruler vegetarian fish on the window swayed gently with the wind. After hanging out for a few days, the fish had already been covered with a layer of dust.
The celadon fish became a loach, and Zhou Ying's eyes were filled with blood.
A gust of wind blew over, the earthy smell turned up, and the dark clouds finally covered the sun.
There was a thunderous "crash", and the mountain rain slammed into the dense forest of Qianxiu Temple. The disciples who didn't bring umbrellas ran away one after another, looking for Daotong everywhere for umbrellas.
The warm-hearted Chang Jun shouted: "Zi Ming, Shi Yong has borrowed an umbrella, let's get one together!"
Yao Qi's eyes fell on Xi Ping, who was shoulder to shoulder with him, flinched, and shook his head quickly.
"Hey, let's go." Xi Ping gave Chang Jun a hand, deliberately not looking at Yao Qi.
He has been tossing brother Ziming badly these days, and recently he found that the other party would tremble when he greeted him, so he consciously moved away.
Xi Ping only used Yao Qi to transmit a letter, and after figuring out how to use Yao Qi's messenger tool, he asked Xi Yue to directly steal the plain paper. One is that brother Yao will get sick when he is nervous, and he is afraid that he will ruin people; the other is that the nonsense made up is full of loopholes, only Yao Qineng believes it, and it is not long at all.
Xi Ping pondered: He has not received a reply from his family, so he must have sued Chengjingtang. Chengjingtang is fine, Uncle Zhi will help Yuan.
Yao Qi lowered his head, and waited for them to go far away before touching his lower back - there was a large piece of red blisters, densely packed, like snake scales. At night, it was as if a thin needle was poking under his skin, causing him to toss and turn in pain.
He felt as if he had been bewitched.
Xi Ping couldn't imagine how difficult it would be for Yao Qi when his upper lip touched his lower lip to "sue to Chengjingtang". Yao Qi mustered up his courage every morning, but his leg towards Chengjing Hall always turned to Yanhai Tower at the last moment.
He had no choice but to tell himself day after day: Observe for another day, and today he will check the classics by himself to find out what kind of sorcery it is. What about surgery
Whenever Yao Qi thought about the scene where he said something wrong in the Chengjing Hall, he wished he could commit suicide on the spot.
However, he found nothing in Yanhai Tower, the blisters not only did not heal, but also continued to spread, crawling towards his chest and abdomen!
I don't know if it hasn't rained at home or what, all the letters he sent back have disappeared without a word.
Yao Qi was extremely desperate.
"Ziming," asked a voice from behind, "I've been seeing you in a bad mood for a while, with dark circles under your eyes, absent-minded in your homework, and not eating well in the dining hall, what's wrong?"
Yao Qi's extremely tense heartstrings were broken by this sentence, and he didn't even see who was talking to him, so his tears came down first.
"No... what's wrong with you?" Zhou Xi, who was just talking casually, was taken aback, "Waist? What's wrong with your waist?"
The fairy mountain is full of aura, and the rooster will not get plague when it comes, so there is no medicine hall at all, and the disciples occasionally have minor injuries and illnesses, and a single pill can solve them. After burning incense, Zhou Xi sent Yao Qi back to Qiu Ziyuan without any explanation, opened his clothes and looked at him: "No, I'll go to Chengjingtang to get some medicine for you... eh? I thought you had a sprained waist. Why does it look like a waist-wrapped dragon (note)?"
Yao Qi choked with sobs and said, "What kind of sorcery is a waist-wrapping dragon?"
"What sorcery?" Zhou Xi was puzzled. "It's just a rash. My nanny gave birth to this rash. I even sneaked out to see her. It will be fine after a while."
The two looked at each other for a while.
Zhou Xi frowned and said, "The imperial doctor said that people with this kind of rash are either old and weak, or they are over-thinking. Ziming, what's wrong with you? Who told you that this is caused by a sorcerer's spell?"
Yao Qi chattered for a long time, but he didn't speak clearly. In the end, he gave up on himself and took out all the ghost painting talisman reminders he had received during this period of time.
Zhou Xi unfolded them one by one, and the more he watched, the more lively his face became. Finally, he slapped the table angrily, turned his head and walked towards the north room where Xi Ping lived.
Ban Ou was sent by Xi Ping to return books at Yanhai Tower—after the two great Ascension Spirits left, Xi Ping not only "lived" by himself, but also loosened the ban on Ban Ou, except that he was not allowed to talk nonsense with others , Occasionally let him run errands, make a meal and return a book.
Hearing someone knocking on the door at this moment, Xi Ping had no choice but to come out to answer it himself. When he opened the door and saw that it was Zhou Xi, he was stunned for a moment: "Fourth Highness?"
"Aren't you deceiving people too much, Xi Shiyong?" Zhou Xi pushed away Yao Qi who was chasing him, threw the note that Yao Qina brought to him unexpectedly, and said coldly, "You better have An explanation, or we will go to Chengjing Hall to clarify!"
Xi Ping was unprepared. He knew that Yao Qi would definitely not be the one to confront him face-to-face. He expected that Yao Qi would write a letter home and file a complaint at the Chengjing Hall... But he never expected that Yao Qi, who usually had no relationship with anyone, would tell Zhou Xi !
When he realized what Zhou Xi was throwing, Xi Ping's scalp exploded.
His first reaction was to hit the goal with his hand back, but it was too late.
He was like a marionette, his movements and expressions stopped abruptly, his back steps stopped abruptly, and he spun.
Zhou Xi saw that "Xi Ping" seemed to be having a cramp, turning halfway and then back again, with his head tilted slightly, his eyes hanging on the note on the ground: "Ah..."
He said in a slightly queer tone: "What kind of good thing is this?"
"Xi Shiyong, you..."
"Xi Ping" leaned over and picked up a note, then raised his head and smiled at him. For some reason, Zhou Xi suddenly couldn't continue. Chang Jun next door also heard the movement, and ran out in three steps at a time: "What's the matter? Shiyong Ziming... Hey, the Fourth Highness is here too. If you have something to say, don't make noise."
"Xi Ping" crawled over the faces of the three of them with snake-like eyes: "It's nothing, I played a little joke with Brother Ziming, it went too far, it's really offending, and Brother Ziming will be punished in another day."
Zhou Xi opened his mouth, and when the words came to his lips, a chill shot up his back, and he forgot the words.
But Chang Jun scratched his hair: "Shiyong, you speak well, why did you suddenly have a big tongue?"
"Xi Ping" heard this, and turned his head to look at him uncoordinatedly: "Oh? Is it so obvious?"
Another bolt of lightning fell, sweeping away Xi Ping's familiar face, and it rained heavily.
Pang Jian was more accurate than Li Pai, and almost fell on Prince Zhuang's mansion together with Jinping's rain: "Master Zhuang, do you have any here... hey, yes!"
The disheveled ruler fish "resurrected" in the heavy rain, wagging its tail and spitting out letters—mostly gibberish.
"What's 'hit by a sorcery... red sores on the waist'... I said, Your Highness, is this also some kind of code that you discussed, why can't you understand it more and more?"
Zhuang Wang quickly scanned the pile of unfamiliar handwriting, his eyes fixed, and he caught the last letter.
The letters on the letter are missing horizontally and vertically shortly, and three of the six characters are misspelled, like a dog crawling, only a rough shape can be recognized from a long distance, and it is written: Pang is a person from southern Xinjiang.
Pang Jian's pupils shrank, and his expression went blank for a moment.
Zhuang Wang suddenly turned his head to look at him: "Sir, what did you think of? Sir!"
Pang Jian came back to his senses, and clenched his teeth tightly: "I was indeed born in the Ling Mine of Southern Xinjiang - Dawan Mining Area, and my father was a miner... But this matter is only related to the half-immortal steward who sent me back to Dawan back then, and A few old seniors of the Tianji Pavilion know about it. After senior brother Su Zhun, the former governor of the Tianji Pavilion, obtained the status of a registered disciple for me, no one mentioned it for a hundred years."
King Zhuang held him down: "We only checked Xie Chong, not our own people, did we?"
"Impossible!" Pang Jian retorted instinctively first, "The resident manager and Tianji Pavilion are both outer sects, and there are only monks in the enlightenment stage. Even if there are some unruly ones, they are at most in the early stage of foundation establishment. How can it be half-stepped? Haven't been discovered yet!"
"But you also said that the evil cultivation does not match the strength."
Bai Ling interjected: "If you are a half-immortal from the outer sect, your birthplace and date of birth are recorded—the half-immortals during Renzong's reign should have shown signs of five declines, and not many are alive now."
Pang Jian quickly took out a piece of talisman paper, hooked a charm on it, and slapped it on the desk. The charm instantly turned into a golden light, and a phantom of a roster appeared on the desktop.
"Pang Jian, the right deputy commander of the Tianji Pavilion, may I ask for the roster of the outer sect," Pang Jian shouted, "who were born in the years of Ren and Xiaozong, and who were the seniors who were enlightened in the outer sect in the eighteenth year of Sejong Yongxing?"
The roster was opened, and the figures of countless people floated into the air.
Pang Jian glanced over and saw that most of them were acquaintances.
"Still alive."
"The ancestral home is Ning'an or there is a history of living in Ning'an in the early years."
Every time he reported a condition, the figure evaporated a little.
King Zhuang: "Ask about the blood and horoscope."
Pang Jian: "The blood image of the Suzaku... the horoscope and four pillars are all Yin."
Figures flew around in the album, and finally the dust settled, leaving only one person.
A thin, tall man with a middle-aged appearance cast his eyes from the album with a blank expression, cold and stern.
King Zhuang suddenly raised his head: "Who is this?"
Pang Jian stared at the portrait for a while, then swallowed hard: "My... Shangfeng."
"The current governor of the Tianji Pavilion who has been in retreat for eight years."