After reading it, Jiang Qi fell into silence.
Zhao Ying'er committed suicide due to the heart-breaking poison. Her liver and intestines were severed due to the food, which caused pain to the point of tears. In the midst of all kinds of pain, she could clearly feel that her life was passing away.
This is the record of the Medicine Alchemy Sutra. Sun Simiao could not be wrong. He said it was extremely painful, so there would be no lie at all.
But in the scenes Jiang Qi saw, Zhao Yinger was always calm, as if the pain of heartbreak didn't exist.
Has she been waiting for this day for a long time?
Jiang Qi thought.
Zhao Ying'er died the day she received the news of Jiang Qubing's death. For the next three years, all that was left alive in the world was a witness and a pair of eyes.
A pair of eyes that want to witness the beheading of the enemy who killed her husband.
As she said in her suicide note.
Now that you are gone, how can I live alone?
Originally, the matter would have ended here. If the special identities of Jiang Qubing and Zhao Yinger were ignored, this would be just a touching love story.
However, the surprise came from Zhao Ying'er.
She committed suicide, wearing the wedding clothes on the city wall that day.
Hongyi committed suicide and took the extremely painful heart-breaking poison. Although Zhao Ying'er was calm, the pain was real.
Her original intention was to use this extremely painful way of death to apologize to her sweetheart. ,
Sorry, I came to accompany you three years later.
But the physical pain caused her soul to suffer as well.
Coupled with the Pisces jade pendant, which still had most of its spiritual energy left, her soul was placed in it under the "life" instinct.
Then time changed.
The grief of losing a loved one, the pain of being lonely and infatuated, the pain of dying physically.
All kinds of negative emotions tortured her soul.
In the end, he became a fierce ghost, the most ferocious red-clothed ghost.
But even so, her consciousness was still there, and she knew that she couldn't hurt anyone, so there was really no turning back.
He definitely doesn't like me being stained with blood either.
Zhao Ying'er thought like this for three hundred years.
Time is a terrifying force, and Zhao Yinger is just an ordinary person.
Three hundred years of evil and resentment had eroded her, and she had very little consciousness left.
In the end, she relied on the vague connection between blood and the specialness of Zhao Yunying's soul to come to Zilong Temple.
Zhao Yun recognized that this was his descendant.
Zhao Yun will take care of both emotions and reasons, whether it is because this is his descendant of blood, or because he cannot let the evil ghost harm others.
"After coming to me, her consciousness was completely blurred, so she asked me to agree to something."
There was a sigh in Zhao Yun's voice.
"Kill her when she is completely possessed."
"She would rather die than commit murder."
"Even if that wasn't her intention."
"She said at that time that even if she died, she would give him a clean Zhao Ying'er."
"Even if he can't see it."
Jiang Qi listened quietly to Zhao Yun's words.
Then he raised his head and asked: "Is there any way to save it now?"
Jiang Qubing died on the battlefield. In a sense, Jiang Qi saw this with his own eyes.
But now, someone close to Jiang Qubing is suffering, and Jiang Qi can't stand by and watch indifferently.
He inherited Jiang Qubing's method, which was also his ticket to enter the world of Xuanxiu.
It can be said that it is crucial.
This is a favor. Although it is essentially a transaction, Jiang Qi feels that the transaction is not over yet.
He has to deal with the aftermath.
What's more, Jiang Qi learned from Huo Qubing that the name of Jiang Qi Huo Qubing knew was "Jiang Qubing".
It is impossible for Huo Qubing to admit the wrong person, which means that at some point, he will use this name.
I have inherited your Dharma and your name, so there must be some repayment.
Jiang Qi thought silently.
"Go find the military advisor."
Zhao Yun said with a smile.
In Zhao Yun's view, this matter has little to do with Jiang Qi. In the final analysis, it is just a past event three hundred years ago.
The best Jiang Qi can do is to let Zhao Ying'er end without pain.
But now, Jiang Qi obviously wants to remove the evil spirit and resentment from Zhao Yinger while preserving her consciousness.
The difficulty lies here too.
Zhao Yinger is now in the body of a fierce ghost, and her resentment and evil spirit are the origin of her existence.
What Jiang Qi wants to do is to extract all the blood of a normal person and save this person's life.
Anyway, Zhao Yun had no choice.
But there must be military advisors, Zhao Yun believes in this.
If it weren't for the purpose of reviving the Han Dynasty, even if it was to become an immortal and ascend, it wouldn't be difficult for the military advisor, right?
Zhao Yun thought.
"Prime Minister?"
When Jiang Qi heard this, he was not surprised at all by Zhao Yun's answer, because he also felt that Wu Hou could do it.
"Go quickly, if it's too late, there will really be nothing you can do."
Zhao Yun said softly.
As I said before, Zhao Ying'er's current condition is very bad. She is like a normal person with half of her blood drained out. If she is not treated in time, she will not survive long.
"Junior, I will take my leave now."
Jiang Qi bowed his hands, then turned and left.
The statue of Zhao Yun behind him also fell into silence. Zhao Yun was not very popular after all, and his actions just now were already the limit of his heroic spirit.
Five hours later, the sky was dim and Jiang Qi appeared outside Wuhou Temple.
Looking at the Wuhou Temple in front of him, he rubbed the Shibazi on his wrist, and his figure blurred for a moment and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the statue of Wuhou in Wuhou Temple.
"Jiang Qi asks to see the Prime Minister."
Facing the statue of Marquis Wu, Jiang Qi bowed his hands meticulously.
"Buzz!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qi heard a buzzing sound, and his figure was uncontrollably sucked into the wall beside him, passing through without any hindrance.
Jiang Qi felt his vision blurred for a while. When he recovered, he found that he was already in a thatched cottage.
In front of him was Marquis Wu, who was looking at him with a smile.
"I've met the Prime Minister."
After Jiang Qi calmed down for a while, he bowed again.
"No need to be polite, I already know your purpose, please let it go."
Zhuge Liang smiled slightly and raised the feather fan in his hand.
"yes."
Jiang Qi was not surprised at all by the Prime Minister's foreboding and hurriedly released Zhao Ying'er, one of the eighteen sons.
At this moment, Zhao Ying'er's body as a ghost had become blurry, but her face became calmer.
She wasn't resistant to death, not at all.
Jiang Qipin had such a meaning.
Yes, for a person who has no worries, death is just the beginning of another journey.
Zhuge Liang took a look, then shook his feather fan and said: "It's not a difficult task. All we need to do is to extradite the energy from the six stars of the South Dou. After draining the evil spirit and resentment from her body, and then replenishing it in time, she will be a pure soul."
It's very simple to say, there are only two steps, one step less than an elephant entering the refrigerator.
But Jiang Qi knew that these two steps were basically the only ones that Wuhou could say were easy.
Whether it is to bring energy to the stars or to draw out the evil spirit and resentment without harming the evil ghosts, the former requires the cultivation level of a celestial being, while the latter requires extremely fine control.
"It's easy to cure her, but what happens next, have you ever thought about it?"
Zhuge Liang asked.
Hearing this, Jiang Qi replied matter-of-factly: "People and ghosts have different paths. Naturally, I bothered the prime minister to send the Buddha to the west and extradite her to reincarnate in the underworld."
"Hell?"
Zhuge Liang asked with a strange expression.
"Where did the underworld come from?"
(End of chapter)
