In the dilapidated courtyard shrouded in darkness, Ji Ping'an's sigh in his heart was hidden from outsiders.
But his expression and demeanor are enough to explain many things.
Wei Qingqing, who was hiding in the dark, said:
"Aren't you afraid?" After this question, anger-like expectations rose in his eyes.
It seemed that using the spooky ghosts to arouse the fear in this star official's heart could bring her some kind of pleasure.
However, she was disappointed. Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"There is no guilt in my heart, why should I be afraid?"
In the dark wind, Ji Ping'an was dressed casually, but he seemed to be strolling in a leisurely garden, and his tone was leisurely:
"The monks of the Spirit Controlling Way are supposed to be the right way to control the spirits of mountains and rivers. Why do they start to tinker with the ghost way? Controlling the remnant souls of dead ghosts can indeed quickly become powerful, but correspondingly, the monk's character will also be affected. Influence.
Of course, this is okay, the worst thing is that when you start taking shortcuts, you cut off the path to advance to the sky. "
There is something funny about this scene.
As the ambusher, Wei Qingqing's carefully constructed formation and layout of the spiritual realm did not have the desired effect.
Ji Ping'an, as the one being ambushed, calmly faced the evil ghosts surrounding him and the cries of ghosts and howls in his ears, not paying attention, as if he was preaching like an elder.
The reason why Taoist Banshan is confident is that he can take revenge by joining forces with Mrs. Wei.
Because Wei Qingqing was possessed by the devil in the past, she gave up the right path and chose to absorb the wronged soul as a "spirit" in order to avenge her husband.
So much so that when she joined the rebel army alone in the past, the woman dressed in silk clothes not only dragged a coffin to show her will to die, but also followed behind her an army of wronged souls.
Although it was defeated in the end.
But after his rebirth, he used the method of controlling spirits, or "the way of controlling ghosts", and became one of the few people who did not rely on the outside world and only relied on himself to recover his strength in a short period of time.
As for occupying the ancient Qiantang City, it was also to use the sufferings this city had suffered and the accumulated grievances of countless people who died to assist in cultivation.
And this house is the formation that Wei Qingqing built for herself, and the servants are all paper figures and wood carvings possessed by "spirits".
At this moment, when the formation is operating at full strength, reversing Yin and Yang, the Yin Qi gushes out of the well covers the sky. On the red lanterns, the illusive and ferocious faces are staring at the star officials below.
Even if a monk sitting in a well falls into it, his soul will be weakened by the sinister wind and torn apart by ghostly howls, causing his mind to become unstable and his strength to decline.
But Taoist Banshan, who thinks he has "nothing left to do", doesn't know that although Ji Ping'an is still in the Pojiu Realm, the strength and thickness of his soul are unimaginably powerful.
"The dark wind can blow out a candle, but how can it blow out the sun?"
Ji Ping'an shook his head. When Wei Qingqing chose to use "spirits" to build a cage and drag him into a contest at the soul level, she had already lost this battle.
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"
In the dark clouds, Wei Qingqing's angry sarcasm came, "It depends on how long you can hold on!"
As he spoke, a lantern slowly rotated, with the illusory face on it facing downwards, spurting out a waterfall of flames.
In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was plunged into a sea of fire, and the heat from the soul caused Ji Ping'an's clothes to burn.
Nebula's robe is supposed to be invulnerable to water and fire, so what is ignited is not the real robe, but the appearance transformed by the soul.
At this moment, it was just like when the Taoist monk moved the mountain and offered the "upside down disk" to pull Ji Ping'an into some kind of illusion.
Wei Qingqing also used similar methods, but more domineering and direct.
"Huhu..."
The pavilion was burned and fell softly like melting. The pond evaporated and the green lotus leaves withered and curled. Ji Ping'an looked at himself burning and shook his head slightly.
Although the thickness of his soul is extremely large, it does not mean that he will not be harmed.
Just like a big mountain, Wei Qingqing carries a shovel to dig. It may take a hundred or a thousand years to dig through it, but every time it is dug, the losses caused are there.
"You think this can hurt me?" Ji Ping'an asked.
The red lantern above her head was like a long dragon, circling and dragging. Mrs. Wei did not answer, but the lanterns began to spit out flames downwards in turn.
"No, you are wrong. The inheritance of the Spirit Control Dao uses 'spirit' as the foundation to construct a spiritual realm and draw the enemy's soul into the battlefield. This is indeed a good method, but under the rules of heaven and earth, some things remain unchanged. .For example, conservation, when you attack me with your soul, it also means that the spirit you have cultivated will be worn out."
Ji Ping'an still had the tone of being a teacher:
"But what's even worse is that in the fight in the spiritual realm, there is always an iron law, that is, whoever has a stronger soul is the boss."
Black clouds surged in the sky, and Wei Qingqing's heart suddenly jumped when she was hiding in it. When Ji Ping'an said her first words, she had an ominous premonition.
When the second paragraph came out, Ji Pingan raised his hand and said softly:
"The rain is coming."
Boom...
Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and then heavy rain poured down. The flames on his body burned into a sea of fire and the courtyard was quickly "extinguished".
The light released by the lanterns was also compressed inch by inch in the rain, and some even showed a tendency to go out.
During the autumn rain and the cold, Ji Ping'an raised his hand to grasp in the rain:
"Here comes the umbrella."
As a result, he really had an open oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
Creating things out of thin air... This is something that even the Divine Realm cannot touch in reality, and is suspected to be the domain of the Red Dust Immortal.
But in the spiritual world, all thoughts can be transformed into real images.
"How can it be?!"
The thick black and red clouds split, and Wei Qingqing, who was wearing white silk and a white silk ribbon on her head, looked extremely ugly.
She didn't understand why this star official knew so much about the "Spirit Controlling Way" and why his soul was so powerful.
She tried to control the world and control the lanterns above her head, but all she got in response was silence.
There is drizzle and rustle, and the sky is dark.
The square slabs of stone slabs beneath their feet were stretched and wetted by the rain, reflecting the red lights in the sky. The rainwater falling in the pond created circles of ripples, and the broken lotus leaves swayed left and right, making a crackling sound.
Ji Ping'an held an oil-paper umbrella, looked at the latter calmly, and said:
“All things are possible.”
Wei Qingqing didn't believe in evil, so she suddenly raised her hand to grab it. Her hand, which was so thin and had clear bones, was touched in front of her body. Mottled light spots condensed, and a spear appeared.
"go!"
Mrs. Wei's bloodless lips opened slightly, and with a "pop" sound, the soul spear was pushed out. Along the way, the bricks and stones were cracked, and sand and stones were flying.
All the surrounding scenes began to wrinkle, being pulled by this spear.
The lanterns in the sky also fell one by one, turning into flames and wrapping around the gun, gradually turning into a rainbow light.
This was a shot that could seriously injure the soul of the monk sitting in the well. Even Ye Hongling was here and had to retreat. However, Ji Ping'an just shook his head and said:
"Why don't you believe it? If you were to compete with me in terms of cultivation, it would indeed be a lot more troublesome, but in terms of soul, this... you are really not good at it."
As he spoke, he raised a finger and lightly touched the tip of the spear.
"Ding!"
A slight spark bloomed, and then the terrifying flame spear shattered into points of light inch by inch, rising towards the sky and turning into a star like broken gold.
Wei Qingqing staggered a few steps and could no longer maintain her composure. This crazy woman who had returned from history looked at the young man in front of her in disbelief, and suddenly shouted with determination:
"You are not today's person, you are definitely not today's person, who are you!?"
As he spoke, some long-standing memories began to flood back, and a name was about to come out.
Ji Pingan looked at her with a smile, spoke softly, and what he said was shocking:
"You were like this back then. In the midst of thousands of troops, you launched this shot at me. Long time no see, Wei Qingqing."
Mrs. Wei felt like she was struck by lightning.
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Money house.
According to the rules, Mr. Qian's birthday banquet will last until late at night.
The big shots in the city who have status will leave early.
But something was different today. Just when the Qiantang County Magistrate was assessing the time and felt it was time to leave, someone suddenly exclaimed: "What's going on over there?"
The Qiantang County Magistrate looked up and then froze. He only saw a certain sky in the city in the distance, with black clouds accumulating and a long red dragon faintly coiled around it.
And in the direction outside the city, there was a thunderous noise, accompanied by spiritual fluctuations.
"There are monks causing trouble!"
The Qiantang County Magistrate was well-informed and immediately recognized the situation. He immediately remembered the news reported by his subordinates that the leader of the Demon Slayer Division had arrived in the city.
Combined with the scale of this phenomenon, it may involve fighting and fighting between strong men at the well level.
"Trouble, big trouble."
The Qiantang County Magistrate looked anxious and wanted to go, but stopped because of fear - although he controlled the official seal and could recruit the generals of the martial temple to a certain extent, he could not compare with the real well-level monks.
How can a county official with a literary background have the courage to risk his life?
"Father, what exactly happened?"
Mr. Qian and his son also returned to the front yard at this moment. They happened to see this scene. The eldest son murmured, and his wife, who had tears in her eyes, also stayed where she was.
Only the old Yinguan, who was in his sixtieth year, had a twitching face and had some enlightenment.
…
Outside Qiantang City, on a branch road of the official road, several horses were moving forward at a constant speed.
On the horses are all "mendicant" monks holding alms bowls.
The "Buddha", who was obese and with a face that showed the fat overflowing, was moving forward with a lot of thoughts on his mind. Suddenly, on a whim, he tightened the reins suddenly.
"Xilulu."
The other monks also stopped quickly and asked in surprise:
"Lord Buddha?"
The group of people was on the way from Yuhang City to Qiantang. During the Qianyuan Treasure House incident, Buddha was seriously injured. He rested in the villa for some days before suddenly returning to the Qiantang base camp with a few close friends.
Buddha turned a deaf ear and just stared blankly at the black and red in the distance. Feeling the noise of the two well-sitting monks fighting in front of him, he shrunk his neck and turned the horse's head:
"Hide first."
The rest of the monks were confused, but subconsciously followed the Buddha up a nearby hillside and hid in the dense forest.
Lord Buddha just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard one of his subordinates surprised:
"What team is that?"
Buddha stood on the top of the mountain and looked out in confusion. He saw a group of small black dots slowly coming towards the east official road in the distance.
…
"You were like this back then. In the midst of thousands of troops, you launched this shot at me. Long time no see, Wei Qingqing."
In the dilapidated courtyard.
Thunder thundered through the sky, and drizzle fell.
When Ji Pingan said these words meaningfully, his aura changed. He was no longer the young Ji Pingan, but the demeanor of another strong man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"It's you!"
Wei Qingqing trembled all over and shivered violently. Her face, which was not covered with makeup, was suddenly filled with countless emotions:
Shock, fear, doubt, anger, madness...
"Bandit Army Advisor!" Wei Qingqing blurted out, and then changed it to a more common title:
"Should I call you Grand Master of Zhou?"
Yes, it cannot be completely confirmed that Ji Ping'an smashed the flame spear with his fingers, but when the two looked into each other's eyes, there was no longer any doubt.
"You are also reborn!" Mrs. Wei's eyes were red, whether it was sadness or excitement.
Ji Pingan did not deny or admit:
"When I saw the burned lantern on Yunlin Zenyuan Mountain, I guessed it was you."
Wei Qingqing laughed miserably:
"So you followed the clues left by Qishan and found him. But you didn't come to kill him, but you came to kill me?"
Ji Ping'an asked: "Why should I kill you?"
Wei Qingqing smiled: "Then why did you want to kill my husband?"
There was sarcasm and ridicule in her eyes, her white mourning clothes fluttered in the autumn wind, and there was a daunting and sick smile at the corner of her mouth.
The mental world around her began to vibrate, indicating that her state was extremely unstable.
However, the next second, Ji Pingan's answer stunned her:
"I did not kill your husband."
Wei Qingqing was fixed on the spot. As a monk of Yuling Dao, she had an in-depth study of souls and knew very well how difficult it was to lie in a duel between souls.
In the current state, any lie will cause abnormal ripples.
"You still want to lie to me?" Wei Qingqing's forehead was densely covered with veins, and her eyes were filled with anger:
"Or do you think I'm easy to deceive?"
Ji Pingan looked at her with pity:
"The situation Wei Wuji faced in the Daqian Dynasty was so bad. Even if you don't know the whole story, you should have heard about it. You also know that countless people in the Daqian Temple tried every means to hope that the Wei family would be destroyed.
You should also know what kind of person the emperor who sat on the dragon throne was... But even so, you still only read the obituary sent by the imperial envoy, and then went crazy and put the blame on me and the God Emperor. Go up...Looking at it this way, you are indeed easy to deceive. "
Mrs. Wei was choked with anger.
In fact, during her rebirth, it was not that she had no thoughts and doubts about what happened back then.
After all, the real situation back then was that she fell into the devil's path after suddenly hearing the bad news at a critical moment in her practice, and there was no lack of deliberate guidance around her.
After becoming obsessed, her mind was not completely clear - otherwise, as Taoist Bishan said, she would not have been so stupid as to attack the army alone.
Until she was reborn and returned, the loss of her cultivation level allowed her to escape from the "demon" state and regain her IQ.
I could faintly sense that something was wrong, but I just didn't want to think too much about it.
Ji Ping'an obviously didn't want to let her go and continued:
"In fact, before Wei Wuji died, he had already understood the situation, agreed to join us, and reached an agreement with me to look for opportunities to cooperate internally and externally. But just after that, he was assassinated by the Daqian Dynasty."
Wei Qingqing suddenly raised her head and stared at him:
"What did you say?"
Ji Pingan calmly repeated that he did not lie on this matter.
Back then, the God-Emperor and he were still unable to get around Wei Wuji, the "God of War", and happened to learn of his dire situation. After discussion, they decided to recruit him into the group.
The imperial master spent all his efforts on this, and finally found an opportunity to meet with Wei Wuji in private, explain the pros and cons, and successfully persuaded Wei Wuji to surrender.
Of course, "persuing to surrender" is easy to say, but in fact Wei Wuji himself has become extremely disappointed with Dagan after being stabbed in the back again and again.
And he has noticed that Emperor Daqian has murderous intentions towards him... This is the key to the success of the imperial master in persuading him to surrender.
If he doesn't defect, he will only be killed by his own people.
For the God Emperor at that time, he was extremely eager to recruit such a general.
The two sides hit it off immediately.
Ji Pingan said:
"So, under such circumstances, how could I kill him? The truth is that the Daqian court deliberately stimulated you to become a demon after killing someone. They just wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife."
He said with some emotion:
"It's a pity that you were so possessed by the devil at that time that you couldn't listen to any words. All you could think about was killing and revenge."
Mrs. Wei listened in silence, but her face was still cold:
"Why should I believe your words?"
Ji Pingan said:
"Of course these are just my words, but what if I add these?"
As he spoke, he reached into his arms, took out the brocade bag and shook it gently, shaking out several "old things", including a folded piece of paper full of words, a handwritten letter, and a handful of black Wooden comb.
He threw the three things forward and said:
"A deed is an agreement signed by him and our God Emperor Yun. A letter is his handwritten surrender letter. You must recognize his handwriting, and it is also signed by his soul. Every monk has his own unique Some soul imprints can be used to make signatures after reaching the well. Since you and he are husband and wife, you can definitely tell whether it is true or false.
As for the last wooden comb, there was nothing unusual about it. It was just that after the agreement was reached, the God Emperor asked him to leave the most precious thing on his body as a pledge.
Originally, he thought that General Wei would leave behind his sword or magic weapon and armor, but he only took out this ordinary wooden comb, saying that this comb was a token of his love for you. "
After a pause, Ji Pingan calmly asked:
"So, now you have any questions?"
Quiet, quiet.
In the dilapidated courtyard, stars twinkled in the dark "night sky".
Mrs. Wei, who was dressed in plain clothes, held the three items in her hands and looked at them one by one.
Finally, when he picked up the wooden comb, he held it tightly with his protruding knuckles, and one tear fell to the ground, then the second, and then the third.
The drizzle fell from the sky, and Wei Qingqing choked and cried while holding three old things in the autumn wind.
Ji Ping'an wasn't in a hurry, he just waited patiently.
After a long time, Wei Qingqing raised her hand to wipe away her tears, stared at him, and said calmly:
"Last question, since you have evidence in your hands, why didn't you make it public in the past? Even after the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, you only erased Da Gan's lies, but didn't say a word about his surrender to you?"
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"The man is already dead, what's the point of making this public? Instead of telling the whole world that General Wei has actually defected to the rebels, it's better to preserve his reputation and bear the name of martyrdom for his country.
At least in this way, after your husband and wife died in the past, the Wei family will not be liquidated immediately, and the name of loyal ministers can be retained in future generations.
After all, in the eyes of many people in the world, those who die for the sake of loyalty to the ignorant king are worthy of admiration. Those who betray the ignorant original owner and join the righteous master will be stigmatized as disloyal and unjust. Although it is ironic, human beings have always been like this. "
Wei Qingqing was silent for a moment, exhaled softly, and all the anger in her eyes disappeared:
"I see."
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I corrected the typo first and then corrected it. I went to attend an offline blind date today but came back without success. . .
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