Things went smoothly beyond Song Ling's imagination.
In other words, after experiencing the incident in Weilu Mountain, it was hard for her to believe that there were really people in this world who were willing to be kind to her regardless of the cost.
Song Zhen's presence made Song Ling feel the warmth of home again. His words made Song Ling recall every detail about his father, the emperor, and his mother.
I have a family.
Song Ling thought so.
They were not the superficial family members in Weilu Mountain who were kind to her for some ulterior secret, but the blood relatives who did not care about the cost or consequences, just to make her feel at ease.
Liang Guo, it’s time for her to come back.
With Song Zhen's approval, the craftsmen in the palace began to work on the white jade coffin day and night, while Crow Feather was also busy preparing for Song Ling's death. Even Qi Chi was involved and was busy without leaving the ground.
As for Song Ling, she hid in Yunxuan Pavilion and continued to breathe and practice cautiously, for fear of accidentally causing thunder to fall that day.
Two days later, the Qianjing bottle was full.
The thunderclouds in the sky were accumulating and were about to explode, making the people in the city tremble with fear, wondering if there was some catastrophe coming. At this time, the officials stood up and knocked on the doors of every house, telling them not to panic.
It is the monks in the palace who are breaking through the realm, not a celestial warning.
In this way, the rumors in Weicheng were finally put to rest.
Everyone was looking forward to it, really thinking that in a few days, an immortal would ascend.
On the day when the white jade coffin was completed, Song Ling was called by Crow Yu to the Yuntian Temple, the place of sacrifice in the palace. Crow Yu first gave Song Ling two fist-sized pills, and then used cinnabar on Song Ling's body.
The face and hands are covered with intricate patterns.
"Qi Chi will follow you." Crow Yu said as he helped Song Ling lie down in the white jade coffin.
On the one hand, it is to protect Song Ling, and on the other hand, it is to kill Song Ling when necessary and prevent her from falling into the devil's path. Of course, Crow Feather will not talk about the latter, so when he opens his mouth to explain, he only talks about the first part.
considerations.
"Actually, I don't need his protection." Song Ling wanted to refuse.
Crow Feather raised his hand to cover Song Ling's eyes, and the warmth flowed across his palm, saying: "When the ceremony is over, your spiritual consciousness will no longer have a physical body for defense. There will be many troubles in the future. With him following you, at least you can
Don’t worry about worldly dangers.”
To walk in the secular world with spiritual consciousness alone, you will inevitably have to expend your spiritual energy to condense a false appearance. Otherwise, mortals will not be able to see it with the naked eye, and they will be noisy and haunted.
In this way, Song Ling still needs to spend a lot of energy to maintain the stability of the appearance.
With Qi Chi following her, Song Ling saves this step and can leave superficial matters to Qi Chi. She only needs to concentrate on accumulating merit.
"Okay." Song Ling closed her eyes obediently.
Qi Chi stood on the right side of the white jade coffin, looked at it a few times, played with A Xue, and asked: "Where is your raccoon slave? Do you want me to help you raise it? I'm afraid you will have to go there for a few days, it won't be hungry.
Bar?"
"No, don't worry about him." Song Ling replied simply.
After a while, Song Zhen came over with all the officials.
According to the ceremony when the late emperor passed away, Song Zhen insisted on giving Song Ling a grand and noble funeral. Finally, he carried the white jade coffin directly into the ancestral temple and enshrined it with the standards equivalent to the emperor.
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Weilu Mountain.
Yifeng looked at the ever-burning lantern in his hand in disbelief.
It was clear that just a day ago, the evergreen lamp was still full of vitality, but now it was gradually extinguished. However, no matter how Yifeng tried to stop it, it eventually turned into a little spark and dissipated in a flash.
"What happened to Ah Ling..." The look on Yifeng's face was very strange.
It is said that I am worried, but it is not pure.
When he went to find the master with the extinguished lamp, the master rarely showed a little impatience.
"What's going on?" Canghua Immortal Lord looked at Changming Deng with displeasure and said, "Isn't there any news from Chang'an and Qilin? Is it so difficult for them to find someone?"
"Go back to Master, Chang'an is currently in charge of the construction of the teleportation array on the border of Qin State, and he can't find time for a while. Qilin is tripped by a group of monsters in the Void Refining Stage, and there is no way to continue to track down A Ling for the time being.
Whereabouts." Yifeng answered truthfully.
Canghua Immortal Lord raised his eyes, slightly lost in thought.
I don’t know what I was thinking. After a while, Canghua Immortal Lord waved his hands and said: "You can continue to supervise this matter. Go and see what happened to Song Ling. If there is an accident, bring the body back and see if you can
It cannot be used by Zigui."
The extremely cold-blooded words sounded particularly harsh to Yifeng's ears.
He was obviously one of the people who pushed Song Ling off the cliff, but now he felt sympathy? Yifeng couldn't help but shook his head, trying to get rid of the ambiguity in his heart.
Outside the Qishang Palace, Lin Zigui stood at the foot of the steps holding a handful of broken star flowers.
When she saw Yifeng coming out, she quickly went over, took out one of the flowers and handed it to Yifeng, and said, "Elder brother, are you going down the mountain too? Can you take me with you? My health is much better, and I also want to help the Taoist sect.
, contribute to the world."
Broken star flower is blue with white color and has strong fragrance.
Yifeng looked at the words and hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted it and replied: "Yes, master asked me to go down the mountain for a while... If junior sister wants to follow, it is better to ask master first, I can't make the decision on this matter.
"
"Master will definitely promise me." Lin Zigui winked playfully, squeezed to Yifeng's side like a baby, left one hand free to hold Yifeng's arm, and said, "I'm not a porcelain doll either.
What's the point of staying here on Weilu Mountain? Why not follow you down the mountain and do what you can, which can be regarded as a contribution to the Taoist sect!"
"Really? Master!" she asked loudly.
After a long while, a reply came from the Qishang Palace.
Lin Zigui immediately cheered, leaned on Yifeng delicately, and said softly: "Then please give me some advice, senior brother. Zigui has been under the abyss of beasts for three hundred years, and I am afraid that he has lost touch with Taoism and the world."
Festival, senior brother, you have to help me a little bit."
Hearing this, Yifeng's eyes became particularly soft.
He temporarily put aside his worries about Song Ling, and was filled with pity for his junior sister who had suffered for three hundred years.
"Oh, by the way." Lin Zigui followed Yifeng for a few steps, then suddenly stopped and asked, "Should I go to the master to ask for a sword? My sword was broken under the abyss of beasts, but now there is none
Use whatever you have."
"No need." Yifeng quickly shook his head and comforted: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you. When we go down the mountain, we can find a good craftsman and make a sword for you then."
Before Lin Zigui could speak, Yifeng turned his head, looked at Lin Zigui affectionately, and said, "Senior brother will not let you suffer any more, let alone let others or monsters have any chance to harm you."
His junior sister has suffered enough under the abyss of beasts. From now on, it is him who should protect her.