Conspiracy

Chapter 75

After Su Zhen took a simple wash, she lay on the bed with all her clothes on. She felt tired and hadn't fallen asleep yet. She felt a burning sensation on her wrist.

This time she reacted quickly, pulled it down and threw it on the ground in time, a dark yellow light flashed, and Yin Shen flew into the bed curtain, floating in mid-air.

Su Zhen covered her head with the quilt, but was forcibly aroused by Yin Shen with ginseng whiskers.

"Oh, brother, what are you doing?!" Su Zhen said helplessly, "Why do you always like to disturb other people's sleep like Yu Ziye?"

"Why are you so nice to Xiao Chuhong?"

"Because I'm sick, can it be okay?" Su Zhen spread her hands and raised her eyebrows, "Besides, you follow me, which means you are the same, so we both have the same illness and pity each other, and we will live and die together!"

"No, your physique is better than ordinary people, and you won't get sick easily."

Su Zhen felt the thunder rolling over her head, looked straight into his serious eyes, rolled her eyes, threw off the quilt and sat up, wondering, "Well, I don't know, I always feel that I owe him something. Yes Yes, and that Xun, I'll ask after they finish their housework."

"Your Xun is an ancient Xun, which has been passed down for at least a hundred thousand years."

Su Zhen was immediately aroused when she heard the words, and her drowsiness disappeared, "One hundred thousand years? But why can't I feel the emergence of spiritual power at all? How could it fall into the Xiao family?"

"According to rumors, in ancient times there was a Xun named Jinxuan, which was conceived by heaven and earth and was designed to defeat demons."

Su Zhen's smile gradually disappeared, and she chewed the word 'Jinxuan' repeatedly, as if she had heard it somewhere?
"You look strange, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, what a coincidence, the weapon I used in my previous life was also a Xun, but it broke in a big battle and couldn't be repaired." Su Zhen said regretfully.

"Past life?"

Su Zhen sighed and said, "That's right, I used to be a demon master, my name was Jinse, and my name was Qingxian."

She didn't have a mother in her previous life, only her father raised her up to the age of Jin, left a letter, and then disappeared.

"Yue Qinghan, Gu Huanian, Jinse has fifty strings for no reason.The flowers are falling, the clouds and water are vast, and the sound of bells and xun is cool in the evening and morning. '

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"Is there anything wrong?"

"Jinxuan's master, named Jinse, is also a woman."

"What a coincidence? What else do you know?"

"All these are what Liaochen told me, I don't know about other things."

"Speechless! Then you talk so much with me, go out and find your housemate, I want to rest."

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When Yin Shen flew away in a stream of light, Su Zhen covered her head with the quilt, but found that she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Jinxuan?

"Jin'er, the name of this xun is Jinxuan, and it is a token of love between the two of us. '

A man's voice appeared inexplicably in her mind, Su Zhen rubbed her arms, and couldn't help but have an incredible thought.

Could this Xun really be a gift from Liaochen?Is she the woman who has a bad relationship with him? !Most importantly, she has been dead for a hundred thousand years?
"Looks like I'm really sick! Forget it! Go to sleep!"

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There was silence in the air for a while, the quilt was lifted again, Su Zhen wanted to cry but couldn't sleep!
The next day, the city of Kyoto became noisy again, and the common people stood on both sides of the street, praying for the deceased Xiao Mohan.

There are not many members of the Xiao Clan, but the long procession of seeing off spirits extends from the front of the General's Mansion to several miles outside the gate of the capital.There were many people, but it was very quiet, and there was no noise.

The servant in the general's mansion pushed Xiao Mohan forward, his eyes were red, and he barely held back his tears.

Master Qingmiao led a group of monks, murmured sutras, saved the souls of the dead, and sent Xiao Mohan on his way.

The misty rain just fell in the early morning, and the ground was slightly damp.When walking to Helan Street, a seemingly ethereal Xun sound suddenly sounded, and it was clearly heard by everyone.Combined with the sound of chanting sutras lingering in my heart, the sad emotions gradually calmed down.

Master Qingmiao understands the meaning of the song, and knows that this song is adapted from Buddhist scriptures, which means to save the dead, so that they can be liberated and no longer bound by the world.

Although there are songs and no words, one can still feel his reverence for the dead.

(End of this chapter)