Rune

Chapter 12

There is a ropeway at the top of every mountain.

The shoes on Master Fu's feet were naturally engraved with talismans, so he walked extremely fast and steadily, and in less than half an hour, he climbed straight to the top of the mountain along the rocks.

The cableway is just a thick rope, which doesn't look like anything special, but if you look carefully, you can see some exposed runes in the gaps in the rope.

Naturally, there is not only one such rope, but nearly a hundred of them. They seem to be arranged chaotically, but in fact they are in order. They are intertwined with each other, forming a huge and complicated network, connecting the peaks with each other. .These ropeways have to go back and forth many times a day, and for thousands of years, there is not even the slightest wear and tear.

Under each cableway, there was a 'carriage' hanging. The talisman master hurriedly opened the door of the car closest to him, and then turned a pointer inside to the word 'Ling Yunfeng'.

After a few breaths, the cableway began to buzz and tremble, and the carriage below also accelerated suddenly, plunged into the sea of ​​clouds, and flew towards a certain direction.

Lingyun Peak is the highest peak of Qianmo Mountain, and naturally the highest peak in the world. It stands above the sea of ​​clouds, so it is named Lingyun.

On the top of Lingyun Peak, besides the cableway, there is another building, which is the "Book Pavilion on the Cloud".

Qianmo Mountain is the holy place in the world, so this Yunshang Shuge is the holy place among the holy places.

An inconspicuous two-story building stands on the top of the peak, even if it is extremely far away from the sea of ​​clouds at the foot, looking at it from here, except for the sun and the moon in the sky, there is nothing to look up thing.

It's very high here, too high, so high that birds can't fly up, so high that you stand on the edge of the mountain and urinate, and the blue-yellow liquid will weather and disintegrate as it falls, and melt into the sea of ​​clouds.

Therefore, there are very few guests here, only a dozen scribes in the bookstore sit silently by the bookshelf, occasionally take out a book, and look at it for several years.

Today, however, the cableway that had been silent for decades suddenly buzzed.

The scribes raised their heads in unison and looked in the same direction. Immediately afterwards, a carriage broke through the clouds and came straight to the Yunshang Book Pavilion.

The speed of the car gradually slowed down, and before it stopped, a talisman who looked about 30 years old jumped out of the car.

But after jumping off the carriage, the man did not rush to open the door of the bookstore, but kept pacing on the spot, holding a piece of rolled rice paper in his hand, as if he regarded this paper as a treasure, And it seems that he can't wait to throw it away now. The two completely different emotions make this person appear contradictory.

After a long time, finally... that person made up his mind and walked towards the Book Pavilion.

Pushing open the door, he bowed deeply to the scribes inside.

"All immortals, I would like to read the heavenly scriptures." He said
Several storytellers looked at each other and asked, "Why?" Their voices were a little strange, probably because they hadn't spoken for many years.

"Looking for someone."

"The Heavenly Book doesn't ask about ordinary things, you should know." A copyist responded.

"I know, so what I'm looking for is not a mortal."

"Who?"

".Cinnabar"

The two words were exported, and there was thunder in silence.

A few scribes in the distance suddenly raised their heads and looked this way. There were whispers in the bookstore that had been silent for decades.

That is at this time.
"Have you found her?" A voice so old that it made one's heart palpitate sounded, and then, with the soft sound of wheels turning, a wheelchair was pushed out.

Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man who was unbelievably old. Due to the erosion of the years, his skin had dried up like a layer of hard paper pasted on his bones. The dying dark spots drowned out his original skin color, and he was pushed out from the corner. , the wide robe covered his body, and it was impossible to guess what he looked like under the robe.

"I have met Mr. Old Shutong." Master Fu bowed deeply again.

The old man in the wheelchair waved his hand slowly, signaling the other party not to pay attention to these useless etiquettes: "How did you find her?"

The talisman master leaned forward, and carefully unfolded the piece of rice paper in his hand with the word [一] written on it.

"This is written by a talisman master who traveled down the mountain. According to that person, he saw this kind of handwriting in a place called 'Yu City'."

"." The old book boy was too old and his eyes were already blurred. He was silent for a while, and finally said: "I don't have the talent of your talisman masters, and I can't see the tricks between the lines, but if you say this handwriting and that It's about women, then."

I don't know if it's because I'm too old. Speaking of this, the old book boy paused for a while, and then said quietly: "Then let's look through the books."

Master Fu's heart trembled slightly, and he respectfully gathered the roll of rice paper above his head, and the man behind the old book boy who was pushing the wheelchair came over, took the rice paper, and walked towards the steps leading to the upper floor.

Master Fu can't go upstairs, only those who have been approved by Mr. Shutong can go upstairs.

Because the offerings upstairs are heavenly books.

Following the sound of friction between the soles of the shoes and the steps, Master Fu's heart twitched non-stop. Finally, he plucked up the courage to ask, "Master Zhusha, must she die?"

The old book boy's eyelids drooped, almost covering his eyes:

"No one wants her to die. For such a person, who in this world wants her to die? But she has been to the other side after all, and has lived there for so many years."

Master Fu was silent, as if this was an unacceptable but unchangeable reality.

"That."

"That's what we owe her." The old bookboy said lightly, closing his eyes, expressing that he didn't want to discuss this issue any more.

Just like that, the bookstore fell into silence.

owe her.?

In this way, the entire Qianmo Mountain does owe her!
But Master Zhu Sha has always been cold-tempered, has no relatives, friends, and no heirs, so how can he repay this debt?

A debt that cannot be repaid is just a joke.

The more Master Fu thought about it, the sadder he became, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he became. He even began to regret whether he shouldn't have gone to Qianshan, and shouldn't have seen this handwriting
Just thinking like this, thinking, I don’t know how long it has passed.

"Found it!" a scribe said suddenly.

Immediately after
"found it!"

"I found it. I found it."

Almost all the scribes suddenly started repeating this sentence. While speaking, these people took different books from the bookshelf, and then quickly flipped through them.

finally.
"Three prefectures in the west of the Great Qin Dynasty; Yucheng; the four alleys facing the street; Yucheng School; the returnee from the ghost realm; the rune master, cinnabar."

One word after another was read out from the scribes.

And following these passages of sound, the Fu Shi standing at the door of the Book Pavilion could no longer control himself. His fists were clenched little by little until his body trembled, like a mask without much expression. But there were streaks of blood in those eyes, as if they were about to shed tears.
(End of this chapter)