Beyond the Divine States

The night is silent and the light is dim. Ning looks at her without expression for a long time, and her eyes are almost transparent.

It was a moment of confusion.

He soon returned to calm, just like the flash between the sleeves of the blue shirt.

"Good health, don't think about it." He said, "I will always be your elder martial brother."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him in fear.

Ning looked at her face for a long time, the girl subconsciously shrank back, the body touched the wall, she trembled all over.

In the confusion of her thoughts, Ning Changjiu turns to leave, and the lights go out. Ning Xiaoling shrinks in the corner and looks at the dark front in horror, as if her courage has been exhausted. She is paralyzed on the bed, holding her face in both hands, and tears overflow from her pale and dry fingers.

Click.

Ning long closed the door.

Before the autumn rain stopped outside, Ning Changjiu moved a chair and sat by the door. The 16-year-old boy sat like this, with a kind of mature attitude.

"Who am I..." Ning repeated the question for a long time.

He had been thinking about this question for a whole afternoon, during which the rain was slow and urgent, but he could not give him an answer.

Five days ago that night, Ning Jishui slapped him on the top of his head. The spirit of heaven opened, and countless evil spirits penetrated into him. Just as his soul was about to be bitten away, something seemed to wake up in the depths of his body.

It was a strange consciousness, which seemed to come from a gray and desolate "prison".

Then Wan GUI PI Yi woke up from his coma. He only felt that as soon as the heaven and the earth were clear, countless mysterious Taoist methods appeared in his memory.

He gently pointed out and looked at the split corpse. Two different kinds of memories collided in his mind.

In another memory, his original name was Zhang Jiu. After he joined the school with his second elder martial brother, he said that the master didn't like this surname, and changed it to long-term, which means long life. And he chose a surname, because the word "Ning" is like a sword, so he chose Ning.

Twenty four years of monastic career, like fragments, flashed through my mind in a hurry.

At the end of my memory, I went back to the question Ning Xiaoling asked him two days ago.

"What do you think of?"

"I remember that master killed me."

This short conversation is the end of his last life.

It's also the beginning of this life.

Who is he?

"Elder martial sister, you once said that people can't come back to life after death outside the seclusion." Ning long asked himself in a low voice: "what am I?"

……

……

Deep in the Imperial City, the continuous attic stands up along the long steps, which should be the palace of the stars, but only the charred walls are left.

The road to the ruins has been blocked, and there are guards with lanterns at night.

"Who?"

One of the guards suddenly gave a loud drink.

The weak lights lit up the rain, in front of the night rain, vaguely outlined an umbrella figure.

It was an old red umbrella. The thin and neat ribs supported the dark red surface of the umbrella. The rain knocked down, jumped up and shattered, turning into mist.

The night is like water.

The umbrella had been slowly over, and the tip of the shoe exposed under the skirt stepped over the water flowing down the stone steps. The sound was broken.

The lantern in the guard's hand shook violently. He looked at the girl standing with an umbrella, and his hand was already on the scabbard.

The girl stopped. She took off a jade card from her waist and handed it calmly.

The bodyguard took the jade card uncertainly and looked at it carefully. Another bodyguard looked at it and knelt down in the rain. He said respectfully and humbly, "Welcome... Welcome your highness back to the palace!"

The bodyguard with the jade plate understood in an instant, and the great fear made him kneel down, "Your Highness, you... Are back."

The girl whispered, took back the jade plate, stepped over the cracked stone steps, and walked towards the ruined Palace at the end.

In front of the ruins, the surface of the umbrella was slightly raised, and the electric light tore open the sky at the right time. Her face was reflected in the flash of light.

The girl's eyebrows are fine and beautiful. The green silk is dipped in water, and her cheeks are like snow. In her eyes like paint, the electric light is reflected.

After a while, autumn thunder rumbled past my ears.

The girl suddenly put her umbrella beside her and knelt down to the ruins.

"The daughter is sorry for her mother, the student is sorry for her husband, and the minister is sorry for the common people."

The autumn rain has wet her long hair and her skirt. The girl's voice is very light, like the drizzle waving with the wind at the moment

"Xianger... Why waste your life?"

In the night, the girl knocked down.

……

In the early morning, the autumn rain stopped, the clouds did not disperse, and the sky was still dark.

Ning Xiaoling drank medicine, ate porridge, dressed in a white singlet, covered with a pale robe, sat on the bed, rarely meditating.

Ning long cleaned up the stove and porcelain bowls, cleaned up the dregs of medicine. The ground was cleaned clean by him, and the desk was placed neatly. When he did all this, he was very familiar with it. Ning Xiaoling secretly squints at him and doesn't make a sound. Ning long pretended not to see her looking at herself. Both of them seem to have forgotten the conversation last night, as if nothing had happened, each doing his own thing“ Yesterday someone came to say that the body of master today has been examined. In order to prevent the body from changing, it will be burned under the nine spirit platform today. " Ning long was the first to break the calm: "go and have a look?" Ning Xiaoling slightly straightened, she said: "that old... Master, he almost killed us, what's good to see?" Ning Changjiu asked, "don't you want to know the killer?" Ning Xiaoling took a look at him and felt cold in his heart. He suppressed the idea hidden in the bottom of his heart and said, "I heard that there is a big ghost named bird ghost hidden in the imperial city. He has killed many people. Those people are very miserable." Ning Changjiu asked, "what do you think of master Daofa?" Ning Xiaoling thought about it and said, "although I hate him, his way is very ingenious. He went to so many big families to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts before, and never saw him lose his hand. This time... It's strange that he died in the dark." Ning long nodded. From the perspective of the world at the foot of the mountain, Ning Zhuoshui is really an expert. Ning Xiaoling sighed: "this is it. We'll live our own life in the future... Right, elder martial brother?" Ning long ignored her evasive eyes and said, "the body is dead, the spirit is immortal. If it is scattered, it will return to heaven and earth. If it is gathered, it will become the soul. The more souls there are in the world, the less spiritual quality there is between heaven and earth. Many Taoists think this is against the rules. " Ning Xiaoling understood but did not understand: "what does this have to do with us? Are you going to follow the rules? " Ning Changjiu shook his head: "if I want to stay here and find something, I will become famous." Ning Xiaoling is more in the clouds and fog. During the conversation, the door knocked three times, and the middle-aged man in official clothes and hats came in. It is song side. He looked at the brothers and sisters and said, "go and see your master off?" Ning Changjiu nods, pulls Ning Xiaoling by the wrist and pulls her out of bed. Ning Xiaoling looks at her elder martial brother in fear and silently wears shoes and socks without saying a word. Song side way: "later someone will give you two sum of money, although can't offset the pain of the loss of the teacher, but also enough for you to learn a craft, live well." Song side thought, after that night, they should not continue to be Taoists. Ning Xiaoling gave a salute and said, "Xiaoling thanks Mr. Song." Ning looked at him for a long time: "why is Mr. song so haggard?" Song said: "now the people in the imperial city are in a state of panic. The palace sent someone to go to find the hermit for half a month, but there was no result..." Ning shook his head for a long time and interrupted: "it was because last night was not peaceful, and someone in the palace died again." Song side looked at him in surprise with an uncertain look. Ning looked at his face for a long time and said seriously, "since no one is available, why don't you let me have a try?" Song side only felt that he was joking, slightly angry: "your master is not good, how many% of you dare to risk yourself?" Ning long way: "slightly understand." Song could not help laughing and said, "come with me to see your master's corpse later. After reading it, I don't know if you can still say this kind of frivolous words." Ning Changchang said, "how do you know if you don't try?" Song side was a little impatient: "that night you went into the temple with your master. What happened inside? You forgot so soon? Young people should cherish their lives if they do not die. Do you understand? "“ Since we are Taoists, we should undertake the task of killing demons and demons. " Ning Changjiu said calmly, "now my master is dead, but I'm still alive."