Seeing that Jiang Zhiruo was about to disappear, Qiong Yi raised his hand to perform a spell, and the light on the soul-inducing bell dispersed, and he actually protected her. When Jiang Conglan saw this, he knelt on the ground and begged Qiong Yi: "Immortal! You have a way. , right? Please save her! Save my sister!"
"I can keep her for a while, but I can't keep her forever." Qiong Yi comforted: "Young Master Jiang, please look away, there is no resurrection after death."
Jiang Zhiruo bit her lip and forced a smile to her brother, "Cong Lan, I am very satisfied to see you safe today."
She said: "If there is an afterlife, we will be siblings again."
Qiong also took out a bell from her arms. This bell was the one that first filled Jiang Zhiruo's soul. She had long expected that Ye Tinglan would snatch Na Ling and kill her, so she specially prepared a fake bell to hide her from others. The real bell was protected by her without any flaws.
Seeing Jiang Conglan's face full of sadness, she handed Na Ling over and said, "Na Ling can keep her for three more days. During these three days, whether it is to repair your sister's grave, rectify her name or other funeral matters, try your best to arrange it."
Jiang Conglan wiped away his tears, knowing that this was Qiong Yi's great help to his sister, and nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, immortal!"
Seeing that he carefully put away the bell, Qiong Yi finally changed the topic: "If you still want to reminisce about the past, go back and talk slowly. I have something to ask you."
She pointed at the talismans with one hand and asked in an extremely suppressed and flat tone: "Can you tell me now, who gave you these talismans?"
Jiang Conglan took a breath and answered truthfully: "It was given to me by a young master I met the day before yesterday." He paused and continued: "The master said that I smell weird. After hearing that I was going to take revenge, he was very kind. He gave me these talismans, not only taught me how to use them, but also gave me a silver sword."
Qiong Yi quickly asked: "Then, what does he look like?"
Jiang Conglan carefully recalled the appearance of the man: "He was very tall, and in terms of appearance... To be honest, I have never seen a man with such a handsome appearance." He gestured as he spoke, "He looks like the person written in the storybook. , with a dignified face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, very fair skin, and not much expression."
Jiang Conglan added: "He looks very good, but his clothes are very ordinary. His voice is obviously not from Changtai, but more like... from Luoyao?"
Qiong Yi's heartbeat was so fast that she held her breath: "Where is he now?"
"She should still be in the city." Jiang Conglan was puzzled: "Benefactor, you ask me so many questions. Is there something wrong with that person? Or do you know him?"
Qiong Yi didn't answer Jiang Conglan immediately, she just thought of one person.
If it was really him, then she not only knew him, but she was not too familiar with him.
Many years ago, Qiong also had a Taoist companion.
He has an outstanding appearance, extraordinary handsomeness, excellent swordsmanship, and great cultivation, but he is indifferent and has a cold personality. He treats her alone like no one can.
Whether it is the Wind Control Technique, the Burning Flame Technique, the handwriting on the talisman, or the appearance, characteristics, etc., they can all correspond to each other completely.
It's a pity that she, a Taoist monk with outstanding talent in Taoism, encountered the Western Desert's massive invasion of China when they were about to get married many years ago. He left the camp despite everyone's obstruction, and was kidnapped by Kun Zhai. Although he was rescued in the end But he couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide.
He was only twenty-five years old when he died.
All in all, Qiong Yi felt that the young man Jiang Conglan met was most likely her Taoist monk who was no longer alive.
One second she was telling others that there is no resurrection after death, and the next second she actually had such delusion in her heart.
"Maybe... it's someone I know." Qiong Yi reluctantly raised the corners of his lips and replied to Jiang Conglan.
Jiang Conglan looked shocked, and then said with a hint of coincidence, "That young master, he seems to be looking for someone too!"
Qiong Yi had never felt that her heart was so tight before: "Where did you see him the day before yesterday?"
"Over there in the eastern suburbs." After Jiang Conglan finished speaking, he slapped his forehead: "By the way! He said that if I finish my revenge, I will go to the Taoist temple outside the city to worship. My benefactor, I can't tell if he is in that small Taoist temple."
After Qiong also heard this, she turned around and left without saying a word.
"Miss Qiong Yi, are you leaving?" Jiang Zhiruo called her. In his own impression, Qiong Yi was a fairy with a face as calm as water. Her emotions and anger were indistinguishable. Even her frown and smile were calm and steady. It seems that he has seen through the ups and downs of the world. But now Qiong Yi's face was unstable, and the eagerness in his emotions was almost overflowing. He was completely different from his original character.
Jiang Zhiruo thought again: It's uncertain, the original one was the soul who purified the souls of the dead, but the one in front of her was the real girl Qiong Yi.
"Yes." Qiong Yi nodded and said, "I need to go over and take a look. Miss Jiang, young master Jiang, take care."
One person and one soul replied: "Benefactor, take care."
*
Qiong also walked around the path to the Taoist temple outside the city. She heard the noise of the crowd coming from the streets in the distance. She guessed that those who had fainted under her spell should have woken up by now. She thought to herself: Such a big thing has happened. , I don’t know how the Jiang family will end up.
For evil things that cause harm to people, you can still place all the blame on them and get rid of them quickly.
Evil people are easy to destroy, but jealousy is hard to get rid of.
Qiong also thought that Ye Tinglan was burned by the burning flames and her soul was gone; Jiang Zhiruo died in peace and was reincarnated as a human being. It can be considered that good and evil are rewarded, and evil people are not allowed to do whatever they want, and good people die in vain. This matter is settled.
After thinking about this, she thought about her Taoist companion. As her pace became faster and faster, her breathing became more rapid.
His name is Shenghao and his courtesy name is Xuanyuan.
He was the young master of the Sheng family among the five major clans in the past. He met her when they were young, fell in love with each other, agreed to get married, and were dependent on each other for life and death.
At the beginning, no one thought that things would become what they are today.
When the Taoist temple was right in front of her, Qiong Yi stopped walking.
"Could it be that I made a random guess?" Qiong Yi stood at the door of the Taoist temple garden, wandering: "He is not the only one who knows the Wind Control Technique, let alone the Burning Flame Technique. He is not the only one with such scrawled handwriting in the world. He is the only one..."
Back then, when the two met for the last time, he made it clear that he would come to find her.
But later I heard that he had committed suicide and passed away.
Qiong Yi gritted his teeth and walked towards the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple is very small, and it has a bit of an old and disrepaired feel. There are very few people coming in to worship, and there are only a few incense.
Qiong Yi looked left and right but couldn't find anyone, thinking: It's really just a delusion. It seems that after so many years, my obsession is still so deep. This is not good.
Put on some incense.
She thought about it and took three sticks of incense in front of the altar. She held it firmly with her right hand and lit it with two fingers of her left hand. Then she gently swayed it to extinguish the open flame. She held the incense flat on her chest and bowed for several times. After praying, I inserted the incense stick straight into the incense burner.
Qiong also clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and prayed.
In fact, she had no desire to ask for God's blessing. She had been living in the human world for too many years, and she had almost nothing to ask for except some past events that she still couldn't let go of.
But she still made a wish:
May the world have good weather and the people be healthy.
I hope I can find a way to resolve the curse and be reborn as soon as possible, so that I can transform myself.
willing……
Even though she was delusional, she still made the promise with a ten thousandth of hope.
I hope the person Jiang Conglan meets is really him...
After the prayer ended, Qiong Yi slowly opened his eyes and watched a section of ashes extend from the fire ring of the incense stick, and then flutter down.
She calmed down her mind, calmed down her emotions, and prepared to turn around and leave the small Taoist temple.
But the moment she was about to turn around, she seemed to hear the east wind swaying and the sound of bells ringing on the eaves outside.
Jingle bell—jingle bell—
Along with this ringtone, there seems to be the sound of footsteps, step by step, sound after sound, from far to near.
The sound of footsteps followed the eaves bells, ringing every step, and the sound fell upon her ears, like a long time ago hitting her heart, causing ripples and slight tremors in an instant.
Qiong Yi's figure suddenly stopped turning. After a while, she turned around and raised her eyes without knowing what kind of expectation she had.
What came into view behind him was a person.
A person whom she had just expected to enter into the ethereal prayer.
Qiong Yi stood there blankly, staring at the man with his eyes open, suddenly speechless as if he had lost his voice.
how come……
It really is...
My heart was trembling, and there were thousands of words in my heart. In the end, it turned into just one uncontrollable question: Is it true that sincerity leads to spirituality? ... Could it be that the gods also felt that my wish just now was too sincere and allowed him to appear in front of me?
The man in front of him had black hair tied high and his face was like a crown jewel. He was as cold and self-possessed as ever. His dark eyes were as dark as a lake in the dark night and could not be seen clearly. The other party just stood there quietly, looking at her for a long time, with a hint of indistinguishable tenderness: "Qiong Yi, long time no see."
Qiong Yi was still in a daze, thinking, this illusion is so real, even the voice is the same.
She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was her deceased husband Sheng Xuanyuan. She stood motionless on the spot and watched him walk towards her and came to her.
Sheng Xuanyuan's eyes swept across her face, and finally rested on the jade bell lily around her waist.
"Qiong Yi." He said, "It's me."
Qiong Yi looked at him half blankly.
She just couldn't believe that a person who had been dead for so many years could come back intact and appear in front of her in a remote and dilapidated Taoist temple.
Qiong Yi was a little stunned and took a deep breath: "...Did you give Jiang Conglan those talismans and use his mouth to design me to come here?"
She already knew in her heart that the assassination at the Jiang family's wedding banquet was probably carefully planned by him.
Jiang Conglan was the lure he found, and the talisman he made was Mars, and he, the person in the game, was lured by him little by little and came to the Taoist temple.
He didn't know when he set up a trap to make her realize that he was still alive and let her come to see him.
"Yes." Sheng Xuanyuan's eyes flashed slightly: "I did it."
Qiong also met his eyes and saw clearly the extremely complicated emotions in his eyes. The joy of meeting again after a long separation, the hesitation of not daring to move forward, the relief of finally seeing each other, all of them were entangled in one place, and they were tightly controlled by him. Restrained.
Qiong Yi opened her lips to ask something else, why Sheng Xuanyuan was still alive, why his appearance had not changed, and why he was here.
She opened her mouth, but it turned into: "...You knew I was here, why did you come to me now?"
The voice came out of a choked throat, hoarse and low.
Hearing this, Sheng Xuanyuan hesitated slightly, and he said: "...I'm sorry."
"...I've been away from you for so long and I couldn't keep my promise."
"I... wanted to see you, but I was worried that you would hate me and not want to see me. After seeing you by chance a few days ago, I... didn't know what to do, so I made this decision."
"Since I faked my death and left Bai Feng, I have walked through the vast Middle Earth countless times."
"I said I would come to you. As long as I am alive, I will come to see you even if I travel across thousands of rivers and mountains."
"Today, I finally saw it."
Qiong Yi looked at his face, thinking of all the things in the past, and finally couldn't help but stretched out her arms tremblingly, and was embraced by him.
She didn't want to question him, she just saw him like a wronged child complaining to others.
Qiong Yi hugged Sheng Xuanyuan tightly, murmuring inaudibly, and spoke over and over again of her suppressed longings during her hundreds of years in the mortal world.
In the old days, we held hands together, and we traveled far and wide across rivers and mountains.
Memories of the past appear in my mind like flowing water.
It was a long, long time, longer than the past years, longer than his short half life, longer than her entire unintended life.
