Beyond the Divine States

Just now, under the high-rise building, in the noisy voices, Ning Changjiu keenly heard the release of the organ in the belly of the piano, the sound of the blade popping up, and also caught the sudden smell of blood. But before his idea had time to become a complete idea, everything came into being.

Seeing such a change, Ning Xiaoling called her elder martial brother's name in a low voice. In the confusion, she suddenly recalled her weakness a few days ago. Shame made her blush, forcing calm and reason to return to her mind.

The woman of this song building was born beautiful. She had been living for more than ten years, and it happened to be the time of peace. The golden days were just around the corner, but on the eve of the new year, she fell down and killed herself without warning.

The fat woman in bright clothes was crying and scolding on the high-rise building. She wiped her face with silk in her hand and angrily overturned the harp and lute and the ancient jade case in the attic.

And below the song, the crowd around the woman's body has spread a circle, everything happened too fast and too urgent, everyone's whispering discussion is only fragmentary, even if the rumor has not been formed, just to make up for the pimp's bullying and oppression, she finally can't bear to be humiliated, chose to fall off the song building in full view of today's life.

But for all that happened suddenly, the old man on the Bank of the sand water was still silent, walking slowly along the bank.

I don't know whether he didn't pay attention to the chaos because he was too old, or because everything was in his expectation.

Ning Xiaoling is still thinking about the reason for all this, but Ning Changjiu has turned around.

At the other end of the long bridge, there are two people, one with a black cloth in front of his eyes and an erhu in his hand. The other is a girl who is still dressed in plain clothes, barefoot and thin as a bamboo pole.

They looked to this side, two people say what, but quiet strange, as if just a shadow hanging by the willow branch.

"Sister mianer is dead, too." Said the girl.

"She died more than a decade ago." The man clearly can't see anything, but he seems to know everything: "only now that she died, she got something great."

"Can we... Really live forever?" Asked the girl.

"I don't know." The man replied, "but this is the will of the king of hell."

"King Ming..."

"Ghosts have been wandering for a long time. It's time to go back to their country."

"Does King Ming really exist?"

"We'll see him soon."

……

"Who is King Ming?"

Their conversation was interrupted.

A young man in white appeared beside them. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the gap between yin and Yang and clearly see their faces.

The girl was slightly surprised. Then she raised her head, looked at him timidly, and said, "you can really see us?"

Ning Xiaoling followed him and just stood still. The girl's words made her think a little. She suddenly looked up and stared at the little girl who had been given copper money by her yesterday. She suddenly noticed that there was a striking scar on her neck. Even in her spirit, the scar was still new. It seemed that there were countless fine scars in her flesh and blood The black and white entangled soul worm is wriggling.

Ning Xiaoling stares at the scar and asks, "are you dead?"

The girl shook her head and said, "no, we are not qualified to take charge of our own lives. Only when the Lord wants us to die, can we really die."

Ning long asked, "who is your Lord?"

When he asked, he did not look at the girl, but at the man covered with black cloth.

The man noticed his sight, but was silent.

The girl said with a smile, "are you a monk? I advise you to leave quickly. You fairies may have some means. Heaven and earth are free. Why should you stay in this city? But if you want to live forever, you'd better stay with us and wait for the arrival of the king of the underworld. "

Ning Changjiu sighed: "you have been cheated."

But the girl didn't believe it at all, and said, "you see, we are dead but still alive. This is the great power of King Ming. If everyone is like us, Linhe City will become a city of eternal life."

Ning Changjiu said, "there is no eternal life in the world."

This time, it was the man who opened his mouth. His clothes and accessories were all black. Now, standing at night, he could only vaguely see his rough skin.

He "looked" rather long, and looked very serious: "in the kingdom of King Ming, death is eternal life."

The young girl looked at the Taoist robe. She looked a little scared and afraid. Yingyingfu got down and said, "thank you for your money. If I could meet someone like that in the early years, I would not be like that."

Ning Xiaoling stares at her, but her spiritual power has exploded out of every pore. She is like a vigilant kitten, with claws in her sleeve. But her elder martial brother hasn't spoken yet, and she hasn't moved rashly.

The girl looked at her and laughed. Suddenly she pointed to her back and said, "look, who is behind you?"

Ning Xiaoling frowned, but that sentence seemed to have magic power, which made her really turn her head back. Then, Ning Xiaoling's body became more tense, like an arrow about to break the string.

She saw a graceful and sorrowful woman with cloud temples stacked like apricot flowers.

It was the singer who had fallen from a building and died before, but now appeared in front of them as a ghost.

"Ghost... How can a ghost be complete?" Ning Xiaoling's hand clenched, forced to resist the impulse to break it up, asked in a cold voice.

According to the teacher's lesson, in this world, after death, the three spirits and six spirits can only gather for a little while, and then they will disperse like smoke on sandalwood. Except for the person who has accomplished in the cultivation of Taoism, he can try to keep his spirits together after death, and even wander in the world in a heroic manner. But she is sure that the singer and the little girl dancing in front of her are just ordinary people, But why can they be condensed into complete souls after death.

As soon as this question appeared, she had an answer in her heart, which showed that there was another master in the city, and he was proficient in the art of ghosts!

The soul of the woman in the song tower, even though she is dead, is still full of lingering resentment. She looks gloomy. Instead of answering Ning Xiaoling's question, she turns over and looks at the lights in the attic. There are still many people talking about her body.

The girl appreciated Ning Xiaoling's repressed fear and said in a soft voice, "which fairy mountain monk are you? I don't think I've ever experienced any miserable days. The elder sister behind you used to be a princess of the kingdom of Liang. When the kingdom of Yao destroyed many small countries around her, her mother... "

"Shut up The woman of the song building finally spoke, and her sad and beautiful face was stained with the unique ferocity of the ghost.

Ning Changchang is not in the mood and time to tell about his past tragedy. He pats Ning Xiaoling and says a word to her. Ning Xiaoling can also feel his elder martial brother's nervous mood at the moment and quickly nods her head.

"Don't worry, elder martial brother!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared in the same place, while Ning Xiaoling ran in another direction.

The three spirits didn't mean to stop them.

The young girl looked at the position Ning went to for a long time, with a faint look: "can't something go wrong?" The man was still steadily carrying the erhu and said, "it's a foregone conclusion that Mingjun will come into the world. They can't stop it."

The girl also seemed to be relieved. She sat on the railing of the long bridge, with her palm against the railing, and began to sing the tune of that day.

"The trees are yellow and the birds are gone, the snow is long and the stones are piled up. When the ferry boat was gone, the reed flowers were snowing for several years, and the pearls are yellow and the jade is old, and they sigh and sigh, how... How."

In the end, her words lingered on and on. From the first round to the later withered wind, her eyes, which were originally human, gradually became dark.

On the Bank of sand and water, the old man also stopped.

The middle-aged man looked at him and didn't know what his husband was going to say.

But the old man didn't say anything. The man realized that today the old man seems to have said everything he wants to say. What does that mean? Is the old man at the end of his life? Impossible, sir. It's clear that

His thoughts were moving like this and that. He looked at the old man whom he respected very much. He wanted to persuade him, but he wanted to say nothing.

The old man didn't look at him again, and he didn't care about the noise by the long bridge, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

He closed his eyes and began to recall his life.

He was born and raised in Linhe City, a poor family, a hunchback mother, an honest father, a bag of rice, a needle and thread, and saved money for him to get an official title. When he returned to his hometown, he was in high spirits, his parents died one after another, and his son wanted to support his parents. In this sad situation, the war suddenly came again, all of which were overthrown, and then came back again. The disaster swept through to reconstruction, and the struggle between the country and the city, The new life I see in my busy life

And then it was disillusioned again.

The old man closed his eyes. He wanted to make a decision, which would have shocked the city for several years, but not tonight, because it was too chaotic, and not after tonight

"No!" The middle-aged man suddenly cried out.

But the words were not enough. The old man jumped into the sand water.

The sound of Putong falling into the water did not ring out. The picture seemed to freeze here. The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him, shocked.

I saw a boy in white who didn't know when appeared in front of me. When the old man was still in the air, he was pulled back by Ning Changjiu's clothes.

"Who is King Ming? And who is it that is directing you? "

Ning long held the old man's back neck and turned him away, staring into his eyes. He wanted to torture him directly to find out the secret of his heart with the skill of soul nailing. Only when his eyes were connected with each other, could he find a formed word.

With a bang, the old man's crutch fell into the river, and his eyes were suddenly lax.

Ning Changchang was surprised to find that a dark dagger was inserted into his back. Tao Xin's vigilance made him look up immediately. On the high building on the other side, a pair of pale eyes were staring at him from a distance. The man wrapped himself in a black robe and only showed his eyes shining in the night. The man made a provocative gesture to him from a distance, then fell down and fell into the dark night. The old man is no longer alive. In the near future, the old man who was known as the bloody hell when he was young will become the real hell. Before the old man died, Ning long had only time to usurp two words from his consciousness: lantern（ PS: two more chapters in the evening!)