Beyond the Divine States

Luoshenfeng experienced a sunrise.

In the silhouette against the light, Ning Changjiu squats down. Zhao xianger gently lies on his back and puts his hand around his neck. Ning Changjiu holds her thigh and carries her up. Neither of them speaks, so they walk down the mountain road silently.

"Where are you going next?" Ning Changchang asked.

After crossing the Yellow Mountain Road, Ning long looked to the vast four fields. At the bottom of the mountain, the plants were covered with dew, and in a twinkling of an eye, they got wet.

The light from the fork of the tree dimly penetrated into his eyes. Zhao xianger half opened his eyes and said in a soft voice, "it's good to go anywhere."

She said so, picked a leaf and wrote something on it with her fingertips. Then she blew it gently and the leaf floated up and whirled to the direction of Zhao.

Next, Zhao xianger seemed to be completely stable.

She lay on Ning Long's back, closed her eyes, very quiet.

Hair fell between the neck, slightly itchy, rather long nose fretting, can not distinguish Lingering between the nose is the fragrance of vegetation or girls.

"Wherever you go?" Ning Changchang asked.

"Well."

"As far away as possible?"

"Well."

It is said that the farther the better, but where can they go? Even with the cultivation of zitingjing, it will take a whole month for the imperial sword to cross Nanzhou.

It's also one of the smallest states in the world.

They did not leave the state of Zhao after all.

In the afternoon, in a border town, the bleak wind blew several times, and the autumn rain suddenly fell.

Zhao xianger took his neck in one hand and put up a red umbrella in the other hand to cover their heads and block the drizzle of late autumn.

She looked at the falling rain curtain, looked ahead, said: "this is really boring."

They have passed through many cities and towns. Although the scenery is different, it can only be pleasant to the eye, not to the heart.

"What's so interesting?" Ning Changchang asked.

Zhao xianger gently turns the handle of the umbrella to throw away the rain.

"Did you hear storytelling when you were a child?" Asked Zhao xianger.

"No Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao Xiang'er sighed, "have you ever read swordsman's story book?"

"I've seen some." Ning long said. In his spare time, he used to imagine the world at the foot of the mountain through those books.

Zhao xianger was slightly distracted: "when I was a child, these stories were told to me by my sisters and sisters in the palace. At that time, I was very happy after hearing them. I ran all over the mountain with branches, looking for those caves, hoping to find a chance or something."

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "do you still have this kind of time?"

Zhao xianger pinched his ear and frowned, "don't laugh."

I'd rather beg for mercy for a long time.

Zhao xianger put his hand into the rain and said, "let's leave some stories in Nanzhou. Even if we all leave, we can leave some traces."

"You've left a lot of stories in southern state." It's better to be gentle for a long time.

Zhao xianger shook his head and said stubbornly, "that's a story written by my mother, not mine."

Ning long listened to her words, nodded slightly: "what do you want?"

……

It was the first day of six days. Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger returned to yunshang city. They bought a set of soulful black clothes and became bandits.

Since he is a big thief, of course, he has to steal the most valuable things.

They inquired for a long time, and finally heard that there was a rare treasure in Guangpo Temple of Rongguo. So they planned their route and sneaked into Rongguo after the night came. According to the original plan, one led away the people in the temple and the other went to steal the treasure.

In order to make this bandit more real and exciting, they even press their own realm into the mysterious realm, which is only the level of ordinary Wulin experts.

All went well. The sound of gongs was accompanied by fire and light. Ning long drew away the people in the temple by beating gongs and drums, and escaped easily in the pursuit of soldiers.

Zhao xianger is responsible for stealing treasures. She stuns two guards with a knife and sneaks into the deepest part of Guangpo temple.

There was a little light in the depth. There was an old woman reading scriptures to a lamp.

Zhao xianger came slowly behind her.

The candle flickered.

"This is a treasure left by God. When God told me that a little girl would come to take it away, I thought I couldn't wait until I died..." the old woman was too old to open her eyes, but she heard the sound outside.

Zhao xianger breathed a little, and she saw the treasure clearly.

It's a small statue of a god carved from stone. The statue has no surface and looks like a goddess in a mural. The lines of the clothes are elegant and not carved from stone at all.

"How long have you been guarding it?" Zhao xianger squatted down, looked at the old lady by the candle and asked.

"Seventy years," she said

Zhao xianger asked, "have you ever seen the God who left it?"

The old woman dropped her head and stopped talking.

The candle in front of her slowly darkened and went out.

In the autumn rain, the girl in black clothes walked out of the ancient temple. He went to meet her for a long time. Looking at the faceless statue in the girl's arms, he said with a smile: "xianger nvxia is really powerful. It's like walking on the ground everywhere."

Zhao xianger was not happy at all. She threw the statue to Ning Changjiu and said, "I give it to you."

Ning long looked at the faceless image and frowned.

Zhao xianger, holding an umbrella, listened to the sound of chasing and killing behind him and said, "I don't want to be a thief. It's boring."

Ning Changchang said, "then we'll be heroes together?"

Zhao xianger nodded, "OK, from now on, you'll call me aunt."

"Ah?" Ning long puzzled.

Zhao xianger handed the umbrella to him and said, "if you want to call, you can call!"

The dark nine feathers break through the autumn rain and merge with the night sky.

Soon after, the legend of chivalrous men riding black eagles spread in the rivers and lakes.

They have killed many famous villains in the world. Those villains who bully men and women do all kinds of evil. They have been notorious for a long time. They are waiting for them to kill them.

The chivalrous plan stopped on the third day.

It was a great villain in the kingdom of Yao. He lived in the thousand Buddha Mountain and was called baimiangui.

He once killed master Guangci, the most respected Zen master in the state of Zhao at that time. After killing master Guangci, he did several big cases in succession, and then escaped into the thousand Buddha mountain of the kingdom of Yao. He was never born again.

All the chivalrous people who want to be chivalrous and righteous in Qianfo Mountain failed to come out.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger come to the mountain on the nine feathers of the bird.

The hundred faced ghost is far from being as fierce as the legend of the world. When they saw him, he was sitting on the futon of the grotto Buddhist hall, chanting sutras to a broken ancient Buddha, as if he was meditating on Zen which is hard to understand.

Zhao xianger gathered his umbrella under the eaves and walked into the Buddhist Hall of the grottoes.

The Buddha Hall is damp and moldy. The broken ancient Buddha's face is covered by a hanging curtain. Several detained ghosts are sitting at both ends in chains, reading Buddhist scriptures, and their mouths are like red iron.

The hundred faced ghost was as thin as a wood, and his robe was broken. He heard the footsteps behind him and turned his head slowly.

Ning long looked at his face, it was an ordinary face, he did not see evil from that face, but saw compassion, but this compassion empty as a grave.

"I'm here to kill you." Zhao xianger took out his sword from his umbrella and explained his intention.

The hundred faced ghost was not surprised. His voice was slow, with an inexplicable relief: "I know... Someone told me that there would be a girl with a statue to kill me."

Ning Chang's arms hold the statues they stole from Guangpo temple. He and Zhao xianger looked at each other.

"Who told you that?" Zhao xianger frowned and asked.

The hundred faced ghost laughed twice and said, "I don't remember. I only remember the man who told me that the one who killed me had the purest fire in the world. She could burn away my sins."

Zhao xianger's hand holding the sword dropped slightly.

She looked at the hundred faced ghost, took the sword back into its sheath and said, "no one can help you to atone."

"Yes. I've done many evils, and I can't cut them to pieces. What fire can burn away my evil... "

Zhao xianger didn't speak. She didn't look good.

She just wanted to leave some stories that belonged to them before she left, but she didn't want these things to be branded by her mother.

But he was right. He committed many crimes and committed countless human lives. Of course, he should be killed.

But after killing him, he obeyed his mother's arrangement again, and it was against his will not to kill him.

Zhao xianger is holding an umbrella and has a complicated mood.

The old monk turned his head and said, "are you here to kill the Baimian ghost?"

"Yes." Ning Changjiu said.

"I'll tell you a story." Said the old monk.

"I'd like to hear about it." I'd rather say it for a long time.

The old monk told the story.

"There was once a wealthy family who broke a lazy servant's leg and drove him out of the door. Later, that servant got some chance to occupy a mountain and become a bandit. It was not a good climate. Later, on a rainstorm night, the door of the family was knocked open, and a group of people with knives rushed in to slaughter. Women, children and the elderly were all killed by the sword, and blood was pouring all over the wall. "

With the sound of the old monk's voice, the autumn rain outside became bigger, and the sound of rain seemed to separate the world.

The old monk continued: "all the doors were destroyed overnight. Only one child came out of the dead. Later, the child got a little bit of luck and killed the servant. But after killing the servant, he found out that what happened in those days was not as simple as the Revenge of the servant. After that, too many people were involved, and they could not be killed or killed. "

Ning long listened carefully and said, "but you're finished in the end."

The old monk's words became more and more dull: "it was the Baimian ghost who killed them."

"Aren't you a hundred faced ghost?" Ning Changchang asked.

The old monk's dry face showed a bitter smile: "I am Zen master Guangci."

……

In the thunder, the old monk said the past. After he had killed his servant and learned the truth, he was afraid of everything and planned to become a monk, because he had good intentions in his heart. He knew that if he wanted to revenge all the time, how many innocent people would die. The most important thing is that at that time, he was a famous Great Xia with excellent martial arts. He was not willing to abandon his fame and virtue to do bloody killing for more than ten families.

So he suppressed his hatred and became a monk. Until that day, Baimian ghost came to the door. In the empty Buddhist hall, he exhausted everything to fight with Baimian ghost. Many times, he thought he was going to die. But before he died, he saw the fire. The nihilistic fire gave him strength. He got up angrily, picked up the Zen stick and broke Baimian ghost's head like a hammer.

He looked at the corpse of a hundred faced ghost and the empty Buddhist hall, and his evil came to life.

In the past, he could not kill his enemies because of his fame, but now he sees an opportunity.

He cut off his head with the Dragon chopper of baimiangui and exchanged clothes with him.

It's the ghost who goes into the Buddhist hall, but it's the ghost who goes out.

Buddha becomes a ghost. Naturally, there is no longer the shackles of dogma and morality. He can kill many people with pleasure. Under the Dragon chopping knife, hundreds of corpses die. The most guilty and evil people are more innocent people

In the hearts of the world, master Guangci had already died innocently, and it was the Baimian ghost who killed him that day.

"Give me an end." When the old monk finished his story, he took out a dragon chopping knife from the Buddha statue. The rusty blade stuck to the ground and made an arc.

Without waiting for them to answer, the old monk had already jumped up, his robe was flying, and the Dragon chopping sword in his hand was whirling, and his head was upright.

When the knife fell in front of Zhao xianger, the red umbrella suddenly opened, and the blade collided with the surface of the umbrella.

He knew he would die, but how could he die willingly? He only wants to know whether the fate predicted by that man is true or not.

The old monk pressed all his strength up.

The girl took the knife, and the snow-white spirit suddenly surged up. It was like a dragon wearing between the sleeves. The umbrella, which was slightly bent under pressure, was facing up to the top, and suddenly ended. At the same time, the girl drew out her sword, waved the red umbrella and the thin sword together, and cut a cross of flame.

As soon as the monk's robe was brushed, he separated the fire and blocked his face. After briefly adjusting his lean body, he swung a smooth half arc from the bottom to Zhao xianger with his dragon chopper.

This is his last shot.

The sword failed to cut Zhao xianger. But the gushing fire first rushed in front of him. He saw the bird bathing in the fire, just like that year. Then the body was burned up, and it was an old skeleton when it fell down.

Ning looked at the bones on the ground for a long time. Seeing the old monk's death, the kids who were imprisoned and chanting sutras expressed their gratitude and kowtow. They bared their sharp teeth and began to gnaw at the iron lock between their necks.

Out of Qianfo Mountain, they never spoke.

"Is there any point in going on like this?" Zhao xianger asked softly.

Ning long knew what she thought.

The whole world, everything she experienced, was hidden in the shadow of the Firebird.

It left her at a loss.

Zhao xianger said, "I'm tired."

Ning long way: "I carry you."

Zhao xianger gently shook his head: "No."

"Hold you?"

“……”

"Auntie, are we going to fight for justice?" Ning Changjiu asked, "there are only two days left."

"Go back to the imperial city." Zhao xianger said, her eyes could not raise a trace of anger.

Ning rubbed her hair for a long time, but she didn't react.

Ning long sighed, then directly bent down, one hand picked up her leg bend, one hand hugged her show back, picked her up.

"Rather long! Put me down Zhao xianger exclaimed, angry and ordered.

"No I'd rather say it for a long time.

Zhao xianger beat him on the chest with his fist.

Rather long dead to embrace her, with her running in the autumn rain.

After a moment, Zhao xianger did not struggle any more. She let her partner hold her arms and looked at the falling rain with a little empty eyes. She asked, "if fate is like this rain, where can we avoid it?"

Ning Changjiu said, "the edge of the cloud."

"What if that cloud is as big as the sky?" Asked Zhao xianger.

Ning long did not answer can not answer, because this is what he has been thinking about.

He looked at the rain falling from the sky and thought how she and himself were in the same boat - the cloud they were facing covered the whole sky.

He was walking in the rain with Zhao xianger in his arms. The cold autumn rain whipped him like a whip.

The mountain road is muddy, and the jade body in my arms is not warm, but cold.

They walked like this, and they didn't know when it would be the end.

"About three years, I lost." Zhao xianger suddenly opened his mouth, his voice as light as rain.

She didn't move in her arms, her face was buried in her messy, saturated hair, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Ning Changjiu's steps stopped slightly. He held Zhao xianger more tightly.

Zhao xianger was silent for a while, and continued: "I can win you just because I saw the wedding dress... It was specially let me see by my mother. At that time, I naturally broke through all the orifices and completed the rosefinch tattoo, so it's natural to win you."

"At that time, I felt that I could accept to beat you like this, because you were just a cunning move, and I could also tell myself that if I didn't use jiuyu to tie the world, and took jiuyu as the blade, I would not lose against you head on... I think so, and I believe so."

Zhao xianger said slowly: "you see, this is my mother's destiny. I want to return to Zhao perfectly, so I can't lose, and I won't lose. It has nothing to do with how strong you become, and I... and I also want to win, so I only need a reason, a reason to convince myself, so I can naturally feel that I have won."

"So I stepped into the life arranged by my mother."

"The end of the three-year appointment has long been doomed... She knows that I am proud, I am stubborn, and I don't want to admit defeat, so I will persuade myself to step into my destiny willingly."

"Just like the Guangci monk, his hatred and hatred are under the pressure of fame and virtue, but only one chance is needed, those entangled evil thoughts will still break the cage and occupy everything. Some of those evils belong to him, and some belong to the hundred faced ghosts. "

"In a word, when he crawls out of the dead, he is a ghost. Even if he becomes a Buddha, he is just a ghost in a monk's robe."

"It's his life."

The rain beat down, and the girl in black was drenched by the rain. Her body exuded a faint and fragile breath, which Ning had never seen in the past.

"I lost..." Zhao xianger repeated again, with clear words.

She didn't want to believe the reasons she was looking for, and she didn't want to step into the river of peace of mind.

The rain is growing.

She didn't use her spiritual power to resist the cold rain. She shivered in Ning Long's arms.

Ning long knew that she was not afraid of the cold, but of the fate everywhere.

If your life has been arranged, will you accept everything with peace of mind?

I'd rather think that for a long time.

He gave an answer in his last life, but the result didn't satisfy him.

What was the end of Zhao xianger's last life? With her character, she will never agree to this marriage. She should be able to complete all the tasks of her mother, just like herself, and then go back to Zhao naturally.

According to the meaning of the master and the empress, this marriage letter seems to be just an expression of friendship, and there is no possibility of its realization... But history has changed, the time has gone back 12 years ago, everything has come back, they meet again, the original parallel fate has deviated, entangled together.

Every deviation of the line of destiny may lead to a different ending.

I changed her.

It's raining harder and harder.

Ning long did not use the spirit to open the barrier to give Zhao xianger shelter.

Because he knew she was crying. It was the first time she cried, so she didn't want to see it.

Autumn rains are endless.

"Xianger." Ning Changjiu suddenly opens his mouth.

"Well." In her long hair, Joan's nose moved.

Ning Changjiu said, "let's go back to the state of Zhao and get married."

Zhao xianger did not respond.

Ning Changchang said: "you said that if you lose, I will be free to retire or marry you..."

"Well." Zhao xianger hid in his arms, she whispered: "but if you are also fatalistic arrangement, I want to escape you?"

If you agree to the engagement, you will submit to your life. If you refuse, it's against your heart.

Ning long asked: "do you like me?"

Zhao xianger bit his lower lip and asked, "what do you have that I like?"

Ning Changjiu also asked: "then why do you let me hold you?"

Zhao xianger did not answer, and did not struggle to say that she wanted to come down. She asked, "what about Lu's marriage? Do you like her? If I marry you, what will she do? "

Ning pondered for a long time, and said with a guilty heart: "there is a word for Tao partner, and anyone who walks along the road can be a partner..."

"Bah!" Zhao xianger severely pinched him.

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "it's your business to tangle your destiny. I'm the winner. It's up to me. "

"Are you going to marry me?" Zhao xianger raised his head and asked.

"I want to marry you." Ning has not stepped on her writing trap for a long time. After that, Ning long hugged her tightly. He soaked in the muddy mountain road, his trousers and clothes were splashed with mud. This is the last rain in late autumn in the year of baizang. Many years later, Ning Changchang and Zhao xianger will often talk about this day Over the palace gate of the state of Zhao, the light of sword cuts through the night. Muddy teenagers and girls chase and fight all the way, almost running into Zhao xianger's bedroom“ You change your shoes first The moment Ning Changjiu enters the door, Zhao xianger grabs his back collar angrily. Ning Changjiu grabs her hand and pulls it forward. Zhao xianger slips and falls on the carpet. Ning Changjiu grabs her hand and bullies them. In the dark, their faces are very close. Ning long looked at her exquisite show dimple and printed her lips gently. Zhao xianger blocked their lips with a finger“ Isn't Xiang'er from here? " Ning Chang asked with a smile. Zhao Xiang'er shook his head and said, "no, you are not allowed to be above me!" Between words, Zhao xianger has turned over, backhand will rather long pressure in the body. She is hesitant to kiss, rather long but unreasonable raised his head, biting her lips“ Hum... "Zhao xianger snorted, and his body was pulled over. The girl's concave and convex jade body rubbed and squeezed with him. Ning Changjiu's teeth bit her lip lightly, pressed her back neck with one hand and kissed her, put her slender waist on the other hand, and went down. Zhao xianger didn't like it. She pressed him and felt the warmth between them, which was hotter than the fire of rosefinch. The blush on the cheek is hidden in the dark, the rain and muddy water on the clothes are still flowing, falling on the precious soft carpet. After a long time, their lips finally parted“ Go and change first. " Zhao xianger ordered: "if you do this again, you will not be allowed to enter the door." Rather long while feeling the husband Gang is not vibration, while toward the screen of the block to go“ Wait. " Zhao xianger stops him“ What can I do for you? " Ning Chang asked with a smile. Zhao xianger said, "I'll change it first." Then she picked out some clothes from the cupboard and went to the back of the screen. When she came out again, she was only wearing a white, cicada thin singlet, the edge of which just covered her hips. She stepped on the plush carpet to the front of the case, knelt down, as if there was no one else. Ning Changchang also went to change his clothes. However, the cupboard was full of women's clothes, so he chose a loose robe, but the robe was much tighter for Ning Changchang. When he changed his clothes and came out, Zhao xianger had already drawn up a book. She handed it to Ning Changjiu and said, "press the fingerprints."“ Huh? What's this? " Ning long took the rice paper, eyes swept, eyebrows gradually wrinkled. Zhao xianger said seriously: "although I don't know what we are going to face, if one day it disobeys our original wish, I hope we can have the courage to disobey it... This is a personal agreement between you and me. I just thought of a name for it..." Zhao xianger raised his head, with a look in his black and white eyes: "disobeying the promise."“ The people of the grass abide by the order. " Ning long looked into her eyes and laughed. He bit his finger and pressed his fingerprints on rice paper. It was a long night. The next day, the story that the empress of the state of Zhao wanted to get married would spread all over the state of Zhao.