Fu Canglu

Chapter 561 Ominous
"The king of Xining is here"

Accompanied by this loud shout, outside Lujia Town, in the snow, a large chariot slowly approached. The chariot was covered with a three-color canopy, which was much higher than the formation of Huaiyanghou.

The princes of Qi and Liang are second only to His Majesty.

In the northern border, the most powerful person is the King of Xining.

The one who came down from the chariot was a thin and tall middle-aged man. It seemed that because of years of fighting, the king of Xining had a murderous look on his cheeks. Although he was in a high position, he still wore Beigu Su Dao, dressed in black and cold.

Even though he is the biggest feudal lord in the northern border of Qi and Liang, the person he will receive in this Lujia Town negotiation is the owner of countless snow mountains in the vast Western Regions.

So even if he is as honorable as him, he must get off the chariot at the entrance of the town to show respect and respect.

Just after getting off the chariot, King Xining smelled a bloody smell.

King Xining frowned. There was no doubt that this was the smell of human blood. Someone died in Lujia Town, and the direction of the blood should point to the City Lord's Mansion.

Someone died in the city lord's mansion.

Judging from the degree of richness of blood, such heavy snow can't cover up the smell. It should be that many people died, and they just died.

"Walk."

With a low voice and a gloomy expression, he waved his sleeves and slapped away the heavy snow in front of him, and hurried towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The further he moved forward, the more ugly King Xining's complexion became.

What's going on here, why is there so much blood.
How many people died?
Did the Yaozu kill people in the city lord's mansion?

Before I came here, what happened to the City Lord's Mansion?
King Xining walked in the snowy night, his black coat fluttering wildly, he silently pressed the long knife on his waist, and finally stopped at the gate of the city lord's mansion, lowered his head, watching the meandering blood flow through the city lord's mansion The open space flows to the threshold, and finally converges to the snow under your feet.

The king of Xining had a complicated expression on his face.

There are many complex emotions in his eyes.

King Xining was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head, and saw the man who just opened the door and was standing in the center of the open space of the City Lord's Mansion.

Gu Shengcheng didn't put on the black heavy robe.

With his hands behind his back, he has a calm demeanor, his long hair is tied up and coiled behind his head, looking at that delicate and youthful appearance, he is no different from the scholars of the Qi, Liang and Northern Wei Dynasties.

The evil spirit on his body makes people palpitate.

The king of Xining knew that the mission from the Western Regions came to negotiate with amazing fighting power. It might overwhelm all the soldiers in the northern border closest to Lujia Town, and it would not be able to prevent the new lord of the Western Regions from returning to Bachi Mountain with the mission.

Gu Shengcheng alone can kill through a series of long lines in Fengsui.

"I can't figure it out"

King Xining's voice trembled a little.

This voice contained many complicated emotions, including puzzlement, doubt, and sadness.

And anger.

He saw the Marquis of Huaiyang who was nailed to the wall of the Lord's Mansion in Lujia Town by two demon swords. The origin of the bloodstains.

King Xining did not believe that Gu Shengcheng was such a fool.

Since Gu Shengcheng came here with the idea of ​​peace, he can naturally guess the meaning of Lanling City.

The mission had already set off from Lanling City.

The mission to the Western Regions in Lujia Town only needs to wait.

Could it be that you can't even wait for these times?

King Xining closed his eyes, took deep breaths repeatedly, and finally said through gritted teeth word by word: "Gu Shengcheng, you have to explain to Qi Liang."

It has been a while since the mission from Lanling City set off.

Most of the members of this mission are the ineffective heirs of the princes of the northern border, who took the place of their parents to attend the New Year's Eve party in Lanling City and meet His Majesty to show their loyalty and sincerity.

This is the rule, it has always been the case.

His Highness is not in the mission.

He was sitting on a tall black horse. After leaving Lanling City, he left the mission and drove alongside another black horse.

The black horse under Xiao Chongding's seat is a rare "red blood", but the whole body is pitch black, like night like ink, galloping like thunder, like a black lightning in the snowy night, the black horse beside him has It was noticeably shorter.

The owner of the black horse was obviously a head shorter than the burly His Royal Highness.

It was a woman with an exquisite figure. The originally large layman's clothes were filled with strong wind amidst the sound of horseshoes running against the wind, and then part of them clinged to her body, revealing a slender and proud curve. There are many scattered bags, some handwriting has long been blurred, and some are as clear as just writing, blooming ink flowers in the wind.

"Little brother wants to see you again."

Yi Xiaoan's voice disappeared as soon as it came out in the wind.

She squinted her eyes, lowered her body, and pressed against the horse's back, so that only the back of her large monk robe was filled with the wind, making it look bloated and swollen.

The body was bumping, and the two strands of long hair at the temples were constantly fluttering.

The road from Lanling City to Yangguan Valley is really not easy.

It was a snowy night, and Yi Xiaoan was traveling on the official road of Juanzhou. The horse on her crotch was just an ordinary black horse, but at this moment, she was working hard, and she was actually a little faster than Xiao Chongding.

Xiao Chongding's complexion was not very good-looking.

He said coldly, "What's wrong with your little brother's body?"

Yi Xiao'an shook his head and said, "I don't know. He was not in good health a while ago, and he said that his Qi and blood were uncomfortable, and his heart knot was difficult to solve."

There was no anxiety in her tone, she just stated some things in a very dull manner.

His Highness took a deep breath.

He looked at the heavy snow falling in the distance, and in the dark night of Yangguan Valley, the white outline of Darong Temple gradually appeared.

During the praying ceremony in Lanling City, the missions from Darong Temple had completed their basic tasks after praying for Qi Liang and presenting gifts to His Highness the Second Highness.

His Royal Highness left Lanling City overnight after receiving the order to go back to North Gusu Road to guard and convey the news of the mission.

Yi Xiaoan randomly found a horse, caught up with Xiao Chongding's mission, and conveyed this meaning.

So Xiao Chongding left the mission that was rushing to North Gusu Road, and decided to go to Darong Temple first to meet Qingshi.

His Majesty really couldn't figure it out.

Qingshi is the supervisor of Darong Temple.

It is the five evildoers of the present world.

He has the physique of a Great Vajra, and has many supernatural powers of Buddhism. He usually does not kill, and he will not be entangled in karma. Why is he sick again?
When he arrived at the Darong Temple, Xiao Chongding got off his horse, the gate of the Darong Temple suddenly opened, and the wind and snow poured in, pushing him staggering into the Buddhist temple.

The wind blows through the nape of the neck.

His Highness suddenly took a breath of air-conditioning, looked around, and felt that the inside of the temple was actually much colder than the snowy day outside. It was already past midnight, and the lights in the Darong Temple were brightly lit. Many candles flickered and flickered in the Buddhist hall, and the sound of chanting sutras was brilliant. endlessly.

Even though it is a sacred place of Buddhism, it makes people shudder.

Very weird.

His Highness heard the door slam shut behind him, separating Yi Xiaoan from himself.

The monks in the Darong Temple all went to Lanling City to practice, pray for Qi Liang, and chant sutras for His Royal Highness.

There was only one person in the temple.

Qingshi alone.

How could the brilliant sound of chanting scriptures and the many figures shuttling back and forth in the hall come from only one person?
Xiao Chongding suddenly thought of an important matter.

At the beginning of the year, Qingshi prayed for Qi Liang, and consumed a whole drop of the blood of the Bodhisattva in the Heart of Eyebrows, so that his cultivation could be reversed, so that his second brother could return safely.

Buddhist eminent monks, even if their cultivation is as profound as the reincarnation of a bodhisattva, or if an arhat is in power, if they want to go against the sky, they will have to pay a heavier price than ordinary cultivators in the end.

Ordinary people have no way of knowing such a price, and there are some records in ancient Buddhist scriptures.

The fate of violating the Tao is to encounter the so-called "unlucky".

No one knows what ominousness is.

Presumably the strange scene in front of him was ominous.

Xiao Chongding asked himself that his knowledge is not as good as that of his second brother Xiao Buyi, and even less than that of His Royal Highness. When encountering such a strange and unpredictable scene, there is really no way to identify the source. He is a soldier who kills gods. He never believes in the so-called ominous As soon as he stepped on the trembling step, he stepped through the snow in all directions, carried the wind all over the sky, and went straight into the Buddhist hall.

The candles in the main hall were extinguished in an instant, and all the white candles were extinguished in one breath.

Xiao Chongding's eyes widened, his eyes were still pitch black, at the back of his neck, it seemed that a woman breathed lightly on his earlobe, and smiled coquettishly.

Turn away.

A pale woman's smiling face was stuck right in front of her.

There is not even an inch of distance, just sticking straight.

The flames of the whole hall flew up again, and with a bang, the candles were rekindled, scarlet blood and tears overflowed from the inner core of the white fat, and the hall was shaken by the strong wind, as if the gate of ghosts descended.

The string in Xiao Chongding's mind suddenly trembled.

The blue stone is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

He turned around with difficulty, and sure enough, he saw countless innocent souls, fighting bulls and snakes in this hall, bumping into the invisible restraint between the pillars and the heavy snow, and screamed desolately, turned into black smoke and dispersed, and slammed into the hall After a pass, he finally condensed his body again, full of resentment, and yelled wildly.

It's like seeing an old friend who I hated for a long time, but only separated by a wall.

So I can't wait to break through the imprisonment.

Someone read a word softly.

"Shh."

Xiao Chongding looked at the pale woman's smiling face in front of him, and suddenly passed in front of him, but was grabbed by one hand and crushed with a bang.

Between the eyebrows of the person who stretched out his hand, the Buddha's light was faint, and several spirits were spinning around. It seemed extremely desolate. Dozens of ghosts walked around his armpits. The smiling face of a woman who stuck to him before was among the many ghosts. one of.

It is bluestone.

The more the ghost seemed to penetrate the body, the paler Qingshi's cheeks became.

A vertical eye opened between Qingshi's brows.

In the eyes that should have been filled with Buddha's light, Gu Lulu turned a scarlet pupil.

He has been retreating in the hall, and he has not told anyone about his condition, and he only said that he is ill.

No one has ever known that his "health" has reached such a serious level.

"It's not as serious as you think." Qingshi stared at His Highness, weakly said: "It's just that Tan Tuo's wronged souls can't be contained, but don't worry, 'they' can't get out."

"As you can see, these are 'ominous'."

Qingshi coughed a few times, he supported Xiao Chongding's shoulders with both hands, at this moment, there were still countless ghosts, like heavy hammers, gouged him, he trembled, and said word by word: "But the cause of this 'unlucky , it's definitely not what you think."

"Next thing I want to tell you, Your Highness, this is the cause of 'unlucky'." Qingshi gritted his teeth and said, "I should have told Yi Xiao about this, but I couldn't tell him."

"Because anyone in this world who knows will encounter the 'unlucky' like me!"

"I released all the ghosts in the soul of Tan Tuo Bodhisattva, which is equivalent to blocking the secret of heaven."

He looked around, his strength was about to disappear, and he said very seriously: "These secrets cannot be spoken, so I will hide them in the 'Amulet' given to you."

"Your Highness, after you leave, I will erase your memory and choose to forget about it."

Qingshi lightly recited his guilt, slowly stretched out a finger, and tapped it between Xiao Chongding's eyebrows.

The amulet shines brightly.

All ghosts roared.

(End of this chapter)