"As for Jingyu, since my senior brother Chang'an is with me, there is no need to worry too much." Qilin sighed tiredly, then raised his head to look at the clear sky.
He feels very tired.
Why did things develop to this point?
Why did Ah Ling die?
He imagined many scenarios of meeting again, but he never imagined that one day they would be separated from each other.
"My condolences." Seeing that Qilin didn't want to speak, Xue Pingping couldn't help but raise her hand and patted his shoulder, saying: "Your junior sister...she is a good person. Good people are rewarded, and she will definitely be a wealthy family in the next life."
Xue Pingping actually couldn't remember much about the trapped spiritual consciousness.
But she knew that her ability to wake up safely must be due to Song Ling.
Yifeng didn't pay attention to the commotion outside the hall.
After coaxing Lin Zigui to stop crying, Yifeng hugged Lin Zigui and put her back on the bed, letting her have a good rest. As for Lin Zigui's request to go to the imperial mausoleum together, of course Yifeng could only agree.
In many matters, Yifeng simply didn't know how to reject Lin Zigui.
That night, Song Zhen called Crow Yu and led Yifeng and the others into the imperial mausoleum.
This was the first time for Crow Yu to see Lin Zigui in person. Before, Crow Yu had perceived Lin Zigui's influence more from the hexagrams. Now that he saw the real person, Crow Yu couldn't help but feel a little disgust in his heart.
Everyone has times when they can't help themselves.
Either for the sake of the road, or for survival, but these should not be the reasons for killing others.
Lin Zigui left for the common people in the world, and came back for the common people in the world, but she didn't know that what she did was the hand that pushed the common people into the abyss. In other words, saving the common people does not necessarily require a certain method.
One person has to pay the price. When Lin Zigui wanted to use Song Ling's body for himself, the cause and effect was already buried in his horoscope.
Reincarnation is never a joke.
"Be careful where you step." Yifeng supported Lin Zigui and followed Song Zhen, while he kept glancing at Crow Feather out of the corner of his eye, feeling extra vigilant.
"Elder brother, I'm always worried." Lin Zigui half leaned on Yifeng's hand, his eyes twitching, and he said simply: "How do you think the tide of monsters on the front line will spread?
The formation has been delayed for a long time now. Even if Master has reached the realm of cultivation, it will be difficult for him to make up for the existence of Dao Yi Immortal Lord."
The words were addressed to Yifeng, but they had the intention of letting Crow Feather listen.
Three hundred years ago, it was she, Lin Zigui, who died in the Abyss of Beasts and saved the world from fire and water. Now that the great formation has failed, isn't Lin Zigui's attitude the key? As soon as the tide of monsters and beasts spreads, Liang Guo cannot stay out of the matter and can only
Seeking Taoist help!
Of course Lin Zigui could sense Crow Feather's displeasure with him, but so what? How many people could form an array under the Abyss of Beasts?
No matter how unhappy you are, you still have to beg her in the end.
After a few people walked slowly for about half an hour, their eyes suddenly opened up.
Bright glass beads hang all over the mausoleum, with a white jade coffin in the center, a gilt white tiger statue on the left and right, and complex patterns of auspicious clouds and birds on the ground.
"My aunt's coffin has been worshiped by the emperor in the ancestral temple for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and now it has just been moved to the imperial mausoleum." Song Zhen walked to the coffin, gently caressed the white jade coffin lid with a gentle face, and said, "What if
If you want to take a look, just take a look, there is no need to open the coffin, lest you disturb the Jade Soul."
Several layers of magic were superimposed on the white jade coffin lid, so even if the coffin lid was thick, the face of the person lying inside could still be clearly seen.
Song Ling looked like she was asleep.
Quiet and elegant.
The sign of death that Crowfeather faked for him was in his birth chart, not in his appearance, so he couldn't tell the sign of decadence just from his appearance.
"A Ling..."
"I was wrong, Ah Ling, I was wrong..."
Qilin was a little at a loss.
The moment he saw Song Ling's body, countless memories from the past began to swarm up, attacking him at the same time, causing his tears to flow out uncontrollably.
"Senior Brother Qilin, calm down."
Lin Zigui let go of Yifeng and ran to Qilin with tears in his eyes, trying to gently comfort him, but he pushed him away.
"How outrageous!" Yifeng took a few steps over to help Lin Zigui up, then raised his hand, slapped Qilin to the ground, and said angrily: "I'm afraid you have forgotten the master's instructions! Zigui can't help you being like this.
Pushing? People die when they die, why do you want to anger others!"
When people are extremely angry, they often speak uncontrollably.
The same is true for Yifeng, and the same is true for Qilin.
"I forgot, what about you? Haven't you forgotten?" Qilin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, raised his head and glared at Yifeng, and shouted: "Even if Ah Ling is not as talented as her, so what? With your strength
Why do you want her to give up her body? I was only afraid that lard had deceived me, so I would follow you to harm her!"
Song Zhen on the side felt the veins in his forehead twitch.
If it weren't for the people of Liang State, Song Zhen would even have the urge to have Crow Yu take action here.
"Your Majesty, calm down." Crow Yu noticed that Song Zhen's hands were clasped beside the coffin, and they were clenched until they turned white. He quickly persuaded in a low voice: "A little impatience will ruin a big plan. You must hold back."
Song Zhen could vent his anger to the disciples of Weilu Mountain for a while, but he could not really do anything to them, otherwise he would lead the war to the Liang Kingdom and bring disaster to countless people.
"I know." Song Zhen lowered his eyelashes and patiently listened to the three people in front of him. You advise me and I teach you.
Qilin couldn't bear it any longer, so he reached out to snatch the ever-burning lantern from Yifeng's hand. After grabbing it, he held it tightly in his arms, letting Yifeng scold and beat him, but never let go. The animal nature of Qilin was vividly reflected in Qilin at this moment.
"Okay, Senior Brother, stop fighting." Lin Zigui saw that Qilin was covered with bruises and hurriedly went over to stop Yi Feng. He said half in relief and half in anger: "Senior Brother, don't be angry, Senior Brother Qilin is just
We just care about the friendship between the same disciples. After death, the lamp will be extinguished, and it will be useless for us to keep the ever-burning lamp. It is better to let Senior Brother Qilin hold it, and it will relieve the anger in his heart."
People are dead.
Corpses do have uses.
Lin Zi glanced at Crow Yu and Emperor Liang beside the coffin, and had a plan in mind.
She raised her hand and patted Yifeng on the back, and continued softly: "Senior brother, people... we have also seen it, go over to express our condolences to junior sister, and then let's go? The master is still waiting for us to go back, so we can't miss it.
This is a major event to suppress the monsters in Nanzhen.”
These words reminded Yifeng.
Yifeng looked coldly at the Qilin on the ground, took a breath, turned to look at Crow Yu and Song Zhen, and suggested: "Since he cares about the friendship with the same family, why doesn't he miss you? You are still seriously injured and need to replace your body.
I think if Liang Guo wants to live in peace, it is better to hand over Ah Ling’s body to us. If we take away the body, we can guarantee Liang Guo’s future stability.”