Zhao Ge

Chapter 37: Numbers are impermanent

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The location of Lingxing Temple is not far from Guomen, in the field of negative Guo, a small wild temple with white walls and gray tiles. In front of the ancestral temple stands a ancestral stele with somewhat blurred writing, engraved with the origin of Lingxing God and the memory of him from later generations. The space in the temple is not large, and only a few people can stand except for one altar.

Ye Qiusheng landed lightly in front of the shrine, he looked up at the secular statue.

There is a secret under Lingxing Temple.

It was for this that he came all the way here. The secrets hidden under the Lingxing Temple outside the Dongguo Gate in Yanmen County were found out bit by bit by him after traveling for several dynasties in the southeast for many years. The vast majority of cultivators are too arrogant and don't bother to understand the world. It is precisely because of this that the secrets under the Lingxing Temple in Yanmen County have not been revealed. Therefore, he can be sure that no one knows except himself.

But the appearance of the Jiuxuanmen began to make him vaguely uneasy.

Although Yanmen County is close to Bingzhou, it may not be the closest. There are four Guomen in Yanmen County, and he chose Dongguomen. These two coincidences made Ye Qiusheng alert. In other words, it was that person who really made him wary—Senior Brother Jiuxuan, Bailishu. After getting the changes in Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou, Bailishu who still accurately controlled the flying boat landed here.

When he heard the news of Bailishu's sudden departure, Ye Qiusheng was stunned for a short time, and then remembered the evaluation that his master had made about Bailishu, a seemingly weird evaluation.

-Fixed number.

Dingshu, when the old man who is always drunk and drunk on weekdays said these two words, his tone was rare and solemn, with an indescribable emotion in his expression... a kind of something close to great sadness, a kind of A sense of desolation for fate. Ye Qiusheng wasn't quite sure whether his opinion was correct, because the old man soon returned to his usual indecency after speaking, and drove him away to practice in disgust.

The conversation about Bailishu was very short, and it was only brought up by chance, but the old man's description was still lingering in Ye Qiusheng's mind.

Standing under the Lingxing Temple at this time, Ye Qiusheng couldn't help but think of the so-called fixed numbers.

Five years ago, at the last moment, that person suddenly appeared and shocked Kyushu with his sword.

Right now, in today's turmoil, that person is still the same as before, not appearing in any budget.

Only this time, what is he going to do again

Ye Qiusheng did not dare to regard Baili Shu's stop in Yanmen County as a temporary change of plan after encountering a fog of prey like the disciples of Jiuxuan. At the city gate, behind Jun Wanbai and the others, the man was wearing a silver cloak and stood silently, showing no surprise at his appearance, and indifferent to the temptation of his words.

What disturbed him was that Ye Qiusheng always felt that there were too many thoughts buried in those lonely and indifferent eyes.

—Bailishu, what do you know.

In the room, after he made a request for cooperation, the man glanced over, as if he knew everything. The thought flitted across his mind involuntarily. It was precisely because of this speculation that Ye Qiusheng decisively changed his plan and came to this small Spirit Star Temple ahead of schedule tonight.

"Will you be a definite number, and what kind of definite number?"

Ye Qiusheng muttered to himself, sighed softly, and walked into this mortal shrine.

The Lingxing Temple is not big, and the carved wooden statue behind the altar retains some of the demeanor of Chen Guozhizhou. He is dressed in an official uniform and has far-sighted eyes, as if he is always gazing at the land he loves so much. He cares about this land. Limin. It's just that with the passage of time, the lacquerwork on the statue has faded, revealing a faint sense of desolation.

Ye Qiusheng walked around the altar twice, his steps looked a bit strange, as if he followed some ancient method. In his mouth, he recited the mysterious, jerky and incomprehensible praise in a low voice. But it is not the language of any dynasty that is known to the world. The short syllables and the tones seem to be chanted and sung, like the sound of ancient people performing sacrifices, faintly revealing a heavy pressure.

Footsteps and chanting cooperate with each other, walking faster and faster, and chanting more urgently.

In the end, the footsteps were like a whirling dance, and the sound was continuous like rolling thunder.

In the chanting that could no longer distinguish the syllables, the Lingxing Temple turned yellow, and words different from any kind commonly used in the world began to appear one after another on the white and gray walls—not so much words as symbols. That word seems to have been built into the wall. It has been sleeping here for thousands of years, until it was awakened by Ye Qiusheng today.

By the time the last syllable fell, the Lingxing Temple was already full of splendor, with golden lacquer-like words shining brightly on the wall. Ye Qiusheng's forehead was already covered with fine sweat. He stood in front of the statue with his hands down, bent down and respectfully bowed to the god statue in this world.

One, two, three... eight, nine!

Nine times of deep salutes, the altar vibrated, and then under Ye Qiusheng's gaze, it split in two, revealing two dark holes on the left and one on the right. Blowing out from the middle makes the hairs stand on end.

Ye Qiusheng glanced at the god who was worried about the people, said a word of trouble, and walked resolutely into one of the caves.

Not long after Ye Qiusheng's figure was swallowed by the darkness at the entrance of the cave, two strong winds swept into the Lingxing Temple almost at the same time.

"One step too late." The strong wind stopped, revealing the figures of Jun Wanbai and Li Xin. Jun Wanbai looked at the hole on the ground, frowned and said bitterly.

Ye Qiusheng made a mistake.

There's nothing wrong with using ghost worlds to trap trackers. But besides Jun Wanbai, Li Xin followed him out today. How did Li Xin become one of the core disciples of Jiuxuan? It was because of the ghost he had killed! "Three Emperors Hand Scroll: Strange Beast Chapter" records that it "is yin, born from eating evil spirits, and communicates with the netherworld."

This is a kind of monster that hovers on the edge of the underworld.

Li Xin, who has refined the inner alchemy of the evil spirit and comprehended some supernatural powers of the evil spirit, can be said to be the first among the disciples of Jiuxuan in the use of Yin energy. He can use the evil energy to cover up his aura and not be sneaked by monsters. Perceived—and precisely because of this, Bailishu chose to arrange for him to hide his body and launch the first attack when facing the misty bird of prey.

The ghost eyes on the double-knife "demon pupils" can greatly enhance the perfection of his concealment, but it doesn't mean that after losing the demon pupils, he will lose this ability.

Ye Qiusheng's vigilance is too high and his actions are cautious, so when they found out that he deliberately used the ghost world to trap the two of them, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin did not choose to break out of the world directly, but resorted to tricks and pretended to be delayed by the ghost world Living. After Ye Qiusheng left, Li Xin concealed the aura of the two of them with a sinister aura, so that those things in the dark mistook them for the same kind, and easily escaped from the ghost world.

It's just that Ye Qiusheng moved too fast, and when the two arrived, they were still one step too late.

Jun Wanbai looked around, the ancient words on the wall had begun to fade away, and it seemed that only a special method could summon them. It is unbelievable that such things are hidden in a secular small shrine.

Li Xin was still looking at the two cave entrances. Just standing on them, he could feel a hint of danger in the ground, and Ye Qiusheng had already disappeared. For a while, the two of them didn't know which cave to enter.

Just when the two were hesitating, a voice sounded in their minds at the same time.

"left."

Jun Wanbai raised her head abruptly, her eyes met Li Xin's, and they saw the shock in each other's eyes. The voice that sounded in my mind just now was cold, and it stopped ringing after only saying "left", just like a hallucination. But the two knew that it was not a hallucination, and that voice was no stranger to them.

— That's Bailishu's voice!