"If Jiaolong wins the championship, have you ever thought about what kind of reward you would like to ask the emperor?"
"My son hasn't thought about it yet."
"No matter what the reward is, it will not be the sword tempered by the Shennong Cauldron."
Zong Ziheng stared intently at his own reflection on the water, thinking about the conversation he had with his mother before leaving, he couldn't help being dazed.
"Brother, the sweet potato is baked, it smells so good."
Zong Ziheng came back to his senses: "Come here." He washed his hands hastily and restrained his emotions.
After leaving the Wuji Palace for the past few days, Zong Zixiao was about to go crazy. It was the first time he left the palace at such an age, and everything he saw was new. He was tired of staying in the inn and insisted on sleeping in the wild. It happened that there was a sneak attack in Gutuo Mountain, and Zong Ziheng planned to deal with it at night, so he settled down nearby.
"Your Highness, try it." The roasted sweet potatoes were handed to Zongzi Heng.
For this trip, Emperor Ninghua sent them two high-ranking monks as guards. They were a pair of brothers named Huang Hong and Huang Wu.
Zongzi Heng said: "Bring some wine."
Huang Wu brought the jug over, Zong Ziheng poured three glasses of wine and gave them to the two: "You two have worked hard on the journey."
The two were flattered: "Your Highness, this is what your subordinates should do."
"Out of the palace, you don't have to be too rigid about etiquette." The eldest son Henglang said with a smile, "This Xiaoyao brew is a good wine. It is light and sweet when it first enters the throat, but the aftertaste is endless. The so-called Xiaoyao is like a god. Wouldn't it be boring for me to drink alone, bring it on."
Only then did the two take the wine glasses and drink to each other.
Zongzi Xiao stared at the wine eagerly: "Brother, can I..."
"cannot."
"Give me a sip, I've never had alcohol before."
"How old are you, who dares to drink for you."
Brother Huang Hong and Huang Wu laughed.
"Out of the palace, you don't have to stick to etiquette, that's what you just said." Zong Zixiao grabbed Zong Ziheng's shoulder, "Brother, give me a try, is it really that delicious?"
Zong Ziheng glanced at him, and smiled, "Okay, I'll give you a little." He dipped his thumb in some wine, and wiped it on Zong Zixiao's lips.
Zong Zixiao stuck out his tongue and licked it curiously, his face changed suddenly: "Bah, bah, it's so spicy."
The three laughed loudly.
Zong Zixiao said angrily: "It's too bad to drink!"
"This is what you want to taste, so no one else is to blame." Zong Ziheng smiled and sat him on his lap, "Come, drink some water."
Zong Zixiao gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, and finally became honest.
After dinner, the sky was getting dark, and the two brothers leaned together to enjoy the sunset.
"Brother, where is that evil spirit, and when will it come out?"
"Then we have to ask it, we can only wait." Zong Ziheng lightly flicked the spirit-inducing talisman on the side with his fingers, and as long as the sneak appeared within a radius of one mile, the talisman would burn.
"Why are there so many ghosts in the world, and they can't be eliminated."
"As long as there are people, there will be ghosts." Zong Ziheng said, "Did you not listen to the class well, why do you still ask such questions?"
"I'm feeling emotional."
"Come on, let me test you. What's the difference between a soul and a soul? What's the difference between eliminating evil spirits among the people and collecting souls from the underworld?"
"Souls include heavenly souls, earthly souls, and human souls. The souls are divided into joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire. These are the three souls and seven souls." Zong Zixiao snorted softly, "I remember."
"Okay, let's continue."
"The soul of heaven and earth is the essence of heaven and earth. After a person dies, the soul of heaven returns to heaven, and the soul of earth returns to earth. Only the human soul carries the karma of human beings. It is this human soul that is about to be harvested by evil spirits. The soul will gradually dissipate in the first seven days."
"If the human soul is confiscated, or the seven souls are not dispersed, what should I do?"
"Then you will become an evil spirit." Zong Zixiao replied fluently, "The ghosts that souls and pos become are different. The soul has no form and can only go to other people's bodies. The po will not disperse because of its deep obsession, and then it will become a ghost." Pick up the corpse."
"That's right." Zong Ziheng nodded, "If the soul is in trouble, the common people will usually worship the local city god. Please take care of it in the future. If the soul is in trouble, we need to go out. However, any situation may occur when removing evil spirits. , whether it is the soul or the soul, never take it lightly."
"Hmm." Zong Zixiao leaned in his elder brother's arms, a little sleepy, "What is the city god like? Are there really so many ghost generals in the underworld? Brother, have you ever been to the underworld?"
"City God, it's not just a person, it's an official position. Every place has a local City God. The underworld, in fact, my elder brother has been there. My elder brother has been to Luofeng Mountain. The underworld is located in Luofeng Mountain, but there is a barrier there that separates yin and yang. We living people cannot see the two realms."
"Then one day we die, can we meet again in the underworld?"
Zong Ziheng laughed: "It's too unlucky to mention whether you are dead or not."
"Because, when a person is dead, the living can't see him, but I don't want to lose sight of my elder brother. Whether it's the world or the underworld, I want to be with my elder brother forever."
Zong Ziheng's heart warmed up, and he rubbed against Zong Zixiao's face: "Brother also wants to be with Xiao Jiu forever, but, after death, before reincarnation, you have to drink Meng Po soup, after drinking that Meng Po soup , we will not remember anything in the next life. Therefore, when people are alive, we must cherish them even more, and obey the destiny after death.”
"Then I won't drink it, and I won't drink it even if I die." Zong Zixiao thought that he was already dead when he wanted to drink it, so he changed his tune and said, "I won't drink it even if I die, I don't want to forget my brother, don't drink it, don't forget me, Reincarnated, I'll go find you, and we'll be brothers."
Zong Ziheng was amused by this Tongyan Wuji.
"What I said is true. Promise me, big brother, we won't drink Meng Po soup." Zong Zixiao was anxious about this matter very seriously, and he must get a promise.
Zong Ziheng said with infinite warmth: "Okay, I promise you, we won't drink, and you will come to annoy me to death in the next life."
"Hmph, maybe in the next life I will be your elder brother, no, I will be your father."
"It's against you." Zong Ziheng hugged Zong Zixiao and creaked, causing a burst of crying and laughing begging for mercy.
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In the middle of the night, Zong Zixiao had already fallen asleep lying on his elder brother, but was suddenly woken up by shaking.
"Xiao Jiu, look." Zong Ziheng whispered.
There was a gleam of fire in Zong Zixiao's eyes, it was the spirit charm! He jumped up suddenly, looking around nervously and excitedly, "Where, where?"
"Calm down."
Zong Zixiao took a deep breath, diffused his spiritual power, and searched for the sneaky resentment in all directions, but his cultivation base was still shallow, and he had never been in actual combat, so he could not find it after concentrating on sensing it for a long time.
"Follow me." Zong Ziheng drew out his sword and flew towards the southwest.
Zong Zixiao followed behind his elder brother, while Huang Hong and Huang Wu were protecting him at the end.
The Gutuo Mountain ghost has been invading the local area for a year, and it specializes in poaching people's stomachs. At least six or seven people have been victimized. But this place is located at the junction of the forces of Chunyang Sect and Wuyunmen, the two factions have always been at odds, and no one is willing to take care of the affairs here, which made this sneaky man more and more powerful.
Although the daimyo Zongshi proclaimed himself emperor, Kyushu has a vast territory, and all the places are always guarded by the local immortal families. , or people in places caught between different forces, are often neglected because of insufficient taxation, and suffer from the scourge of demons and ghosts.
Every time Zong Ziheng travels, he will eliminate harm for the common people. There are not a few monks like him. The world is big, so with the sword and the world, carefree, is the life he most yearns for.
They quickly caught up with the evil spirit.
Zong Ziheng said: "Huang Hong, Huang Wu, you come to Luezhen, don't let him run away." In addition to collecting this thing this time, he also wanted Zong Zixiao to experience it.
"yes."
That evil creature was indeed a dead body, a big hole almost piercing through his abdomen was cut out, it was extremely frightening, half of his body was rotten, emitting an unbearable stench in the midsummer night.
Realizing that the threat was approaching, the walking corpse frantically rushed towards Zong Zixiao.
It was Zong Zixiao's first time facing a real ghost, and he described it as terrifying and rancid, which made his face turn pale with fright, and he froze on the spot for a while holding the sword.
Zong Ziheng stood in front of Zong Zixiao, kicked the walking corpse away, and stabbed it with his sword. The speed of the walking corpse was faster than both of them imagined. Who has the weakest spiritual power.
"Xiao Jiu, bring the talisman!"
Zong Ziheng held the sword flower in his hand and forced the walking corpses back one after another, but he was not in a hurry to subdue him.
Zong Zixiao finally came to his senses, thinking that he was so scared and stupid just now, he was ashamed and angry for a moment, and took out a talisman from his arms, on which was written "Fu Mojue" in cinnabar, he turned to the back of the walking corpse, and punched out the talisman .
The walking corpse felt the spiritual pressure behind him and quickly dodged. He let out a stern howl, and his rotten eyes, which were only left with two black holes, "looked" fiercely at Zong Zixiao.
Zong Zixiao gritted his teeth and swung his sword to strike.
The walking corpse stretched out ten fingers and sharp claws, and grabbed Zong Zixiao.
A white shadow flew over, picked up Zong Zixiao to avoid the attack of the walking corpse: "Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid, there is big brother here, try again."
Zong Ziheng was fighting with the walking corpse in front, Zong Zixiao took out another talisman, and repeated the old trick, trying to sneak attack the walking corpse's back.
The walking corpse had already been prepared, as soon as it sensed the spiritual pressure, it flew to dodge.
This time Zong Zixiao did not retreat, his eyes were fierce, his small body bounced up on the spot, taking advantage of Zong Ziheng and the talisman to attack the walking corpse back and forth, and when it was not possible to dodge, he bullied the rear and swung his sword fiercely .
A head flew into the air.
Zong Ziheng was dumbfounded.
The first time he got rid of evil spirits, he didn't want to leave a terrible impression on Zong Zixiao, so he focused on surrendering, but he didn't expect Zong Zixiao to be born with a lot of vigor, so he would behead him immediately when he got the chance.
The head fell to the ground, and the walking corpse also fell to the ground.
Zong Zixiao stood holding the sword, his small chest rose and fell violently, and his face was sweating profusely, obviously he was still terrified.
Zong Ziheng came over: "Xiao Jiu, are you alright?"
Zong Zixiao shook his head: "Brother, I'm not afraid."
Zong Ziheng patted his head: "It's okay if you're afraid, it's the first time for big brother to face evil spirits, he's also terribly afraid."
"Really?"
"real."
Zong Zixiao smiled: "But I'm really not afraid, at most I'm a little nervous, with my elder brother here, I know nothing can hurt me."
Zong Ziheng also smiled: "You have behaved very well, you have ended this evil with your own hands, and my father will be very happy when he finds out."
"Your Highness." Huang Wu was inspecting the corpse, "It's a bit weird."
The two walked over.
Huang Wu looked at the walking corpse with a frown, then looked at his brother, and asked, "What do you think, does it look like it?"
"picture."
"What's wrong?" Zong Ziheng asked puzzled.
Huang Wudao: "Return to Your Highness, this man's injury looks like a monk whose golden core has been dug out."