"When the soul returns, the East cannot be supported, and the wind is in charge.
When the soul returns, the south can't be supported, and the quicksand is thousands of miles.
When the soul returns, the West cannot stop it, and the scorching sun is empty.
When the soul returns, the north can't stop it, and it freezes for a hundred feet.
When the soul returns, you can't go down there, and hell is not safe.
When the soul returns, you can't go to the top, and it's hard to open the door of heaven.
Only the soul returns."
A woman with a beautiful face sat on the edge of the cliff at the highest point of Lingyun Mountain, kicking her feet around on the top of the cliff playfully, humming such a mournful song on her lips.
Just now on the wasteland, she was also humming this song while sewing the souls of the Han family brought by Jingwei from the bottom of the river to the paper horse one by one.
They have been at the bottom of the river for so long that their memories have blurred and they don't know where they are.
However, when they saw the figure of the enemy, the memories came like a tide, not the paper horse carrying them, but they driving the paper horse, running frantically towards the figure in the darkness.
The tree bushes on the right oblique moved a few times, and then a figure in a robe came out of it, and the head of the light had been cut by the thorns and weeds, but it still did not affect his dashing demeanor, he climbed the rock wall with one hand, held a branch with the other, and climbed the cliff with a little force.
Just wanted to take a breath, but the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance, and the familiar smell overflowed his mouth and nose, he looked up and saw a shadow blocked by the trunk of the tree, and his heart couldn't help but be confused, "How could you be you?"
Aren't you dead?
” The figure leaned back and smiled back, and the beads on his head sounded crisply, "Master, take a good look at it, who am I?"
” She stood up from the cliff and walked lightly from the cliff and broken rock, the moonlight finally shone on her face, Hui Guang was surprised: It's not her, the woman in front of her is the person who followed Cheng Muyou in Han Mansion, but why is the smell on her body exactly the same as her.
"You're not her." blurted out these four words, but as soon as the words came out, he knew that he was wrong, because the woman's voice changed, from the crisp and crisp to the soft, but it was not the person who had been entangled with him in the library for a few days.
"Master, don't you recognize my face either?"
She chuckled in his ear, and the breath she exhaled hit the wound on his head, which was comfortable.
Hui Guang turned his head blankly and found that the woman's face had also changed, or rather, she had not changed, but her eyes were covered with sand and could not be recognized.
"Are you really her?"
The woman smiled faintly, but her arm pushed Huiguang to the ground violently, she clapped her hands in disgust, "She is me, not me, but monk, although you are hateful, but you have done me a favor, eating men and women, people's great desires exist, if you want to practice to a higher realm, you need to stop greed, this level, you have helped me through." ” Hui Guang stared at her face, pondering these words from the Buddhist scriptures repeatedly, "Are you saying that she is your desire, and I cut off your desire and bring you closer to your cultivation?"
His eyes widened, "Who the hell are you?"
” The woman ignored her, and the requiem flowed softly from her lips.
"When the soul returns, the East cannot be supported, and the wind is in charge.
When the soul returns, the south can't be supported, and the quicksand is thousands of miles.
When the soul returns, the West cannot stop it, and the scorching sun is empty.
The soul returns, the north can't stop, frozen for a hundred feet" The voice was tactful, but it provoked Hui Guang to be excited, "It turns out that all this is a game you deliberately set up, you used the legend of the paper horse to kill people, lured the snake out of the hole in Qifeng Tower, let the government intervene, re-investigate the Hanmen case, and then made up that set of lies about the Jiuquan boy, so that Hua Gu had to ask Wang Jixun for help, and by the way, help you find out the most important evidence," his eyes widened, "The bones in the canal were also found by you, they were buried at the bottom of the river for nine years, and suddenly saw the light of day, all of which are thanks to you."
But what is your purpose?
For Han Jiazhaoxue?
I'm afraid, it's much more than that, right?
” The woman smiled again, "Monk, it's rare that you have wisdom in your heart, but you want to help the abuse, Wang Jixun has done a lot of evil, and there is more than a bloody case in his hands," she paused, and her tone became more and more awe-inspiring, "Song Mingzhe has been honest and honest all his life, and he is a rare good official in the imperial court, just because he was sorry for him in Xin'an, he was taken a copy by Wang Jixun in front of the palace, and the whole family was abandoned by the head of the city."
Even if he doesn't mention it, he still owes me something," she smiled, her face like a ghost, "Ten years ago, in the turmoil that shocked the dynasty, Wang Jixun did something, you should also know." ” Hui Guang's face turned pale, he had vaguely guessed the identity of the person in front of him, but he also knew that the reason why she told the truth was only because of one point: her life was short, and the dead person would not be able to speak.
"Why don't you kill him directly, with your ability, killing someone is probably a simple matter."
He screamed, and his voice was full of unwillingness.
The woman approached him step by step, "It's easy to kill people, but justice is hard to find, I want him to die clearly, let him die in the hearts of all the people in the world, he can't just die in a bizarre bloody case, but should be punished for his crimes in the court."
The crimes he committed will be recorded in the annals of history forever, and a hundred years later, a thousand years later, his name will be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame, and he will never be turned over. ” Hui Guang raised his head and laughed, "Girl, have you forgotten, no matter how many crimes Wang Jixun has, the affairs of the Song family can't be recorded on his head, in the final analysis, Song Mingzhe died because of the memorial to that person, who is the person who ordered it, you don't know, can you also engrave his name on the pillar of shame?"
” After saying this, Hui Guang suddenly regretted it, because the corners of the woman's mouth twitched a few times, and her face suddenly became gloomy, she stepped forward with a bang, grabbed his robe and tore it off her head, "The robe is good, it should have been used to eliminate evil and promote good, but you used it to deal with Zhongliang." ” Slowly squatting down in front of him, she looked directly into Hui Guang's eyes, her slender five fingers touched his bald head, followed her cheeks all the way to her chin, and with a hook of her index finger, his face was already close to her, "With such a good skin, I'm really a little reluctant to do it, but whoever makes you have eyes and hurts my monkey, whoever dares to hurt him, I will take someone's life." ” As soon as the words fell, a few more silver needles had appeared between her fingers, and her fist stabbed towards Huiguang's neck with a twist.
Blood spilled and fell down his white neck into the weeds, and he didn't even have time to say a word before he lost his breath.
The corners of Yan Niang's mouth hooked up a smile, and she didn't look at the corpse again, and left along the path in the woods.