Chapter 88 Soul Lighting...

Zhao Yunlan's feeling at the time was that someone had put a sack on his head, and as soon as he broke free, he inexplicably found himself teleporting.

His eyes turned dark first and then turned white. When he opened his eyes, he didn’t know where he was. Anyway, he wasn’t under Wangchuan anymore. In the vastness, he saw a lonely back, walking far ahead.

Zhao Yunlan was tall and had long legs, so he quickly chased after him and saw that the figure was an old man with a short stature.

Even if the old man stood up straight, it might be as high as his chest, with his back bent like a boiled prawn, carrying a large-capacity back basket commonly used by people in the Yunnan-Guizhou area. Looking into the back basket, it was empty and nothing was loaded, but the old man seemed to be carrying a few hundred kilograms on his back, so he couldn't even lift his head up, so he could only face the ground with his back to the sky and the ground. Moving forward with difficulty.

Zhao Yunlan stretched out his hand to hold the big back and muttered, "Is it that heavy?"

The old man finally stopped, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and raised his head to reveal an old and dark face, which reminded people of the old man holding water in the famous oil painting "Father", he looked at it. Zhao Yunlan showed a tired smile: "Come, come with me."

"Wait, where is this? Who are you?" Zhao Yunlan asked with a frown.

The old man didn't answer, but buried his head again, striving forward like an old ox pulling a plough, his shoulders were sunk deeply by the empty back grate, and a pair of shriveled and protruding collarbones were exposed at the neckline.

"Did you bring me here all the time? Hey, it's all gibberish. I finally caught my wife, and I didn't have time to say a word, so I let you mess with it like this."

The old man smiled faintly and listened to his complaints, neither explaining nor answering.

Zhao Yunlan asked again: "Where do you take me? What do you carry?"

The old man suddenly hummed a sentence at his own pace: "The soul of the living, the heart of the dead, the atonement for the sins of the dead, the return of the unfinished round—"

He dragged a long voice, and spit it out word by word in a voice that seemed to be singing and reciting. It was always these two sentences back and forth, tossing and turning in a low voice, accompanied by the words of the gods, reminiscent of the funerals of the past At that time, the chaperone who threw paper money all the way and shouted "the family will reward one hundred and twenty hangings".

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Zhao Yunlan stopped making noise. The whip in his hand became a soul-soothing order with red letters and black paper. He rolled it into the shape of a cigarette, and drew cakes in his mouth to satisfy his hunger while listening to the voice of the old man. , while thinking silently in his heart.

He suddenly had an illusion, as if he was walking on a heavenly path.

Wait, Tianlu... Isn't Tianlu not Zhoushan? Isn't Zhoushan already down?

When Zhao Yunlan thought of this, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and a sigh came from somewhere in the void. Zhao Yunlan suddenly seemed to think of something, stared at the old man's figure, and blurted out, "Are you Shennong?"

The old man stopped again, turned his head slowly, and looked at him without saying a word.

The muscles around Zhao Yunlan tensed in an instant.

Ever since he was certain that the so-called "memory" in the Great Shenmu was fake, he had always had a vague suspicion in his heart - the top of Kunlun Mountain was not accessible to anyone, let alone those who could do something in the Great Shenmu. Say, you can count on one hand. Later, Zhao Yunlan scrutinized that memory countless times in his mind, and the whereabouts of the soul fire on his left shoulder was very vague, and the part about the fall of Buzhou Mountain was very blunt.

Who is lying to him?

From this point of view, Shennong seems to be the most suspicious. In that memory, Shennong appeared with a just-right, indifferent attitude from the beginning to the end.

That memory is a complete story. If anyone in it is canceled, there will be a different ending in the end. That is to say, their every move is implicated in a lot of cause and effect that can be explained. Only Shennong—— Even if there is no Shennong in that story, the beginning and ending are the same, and it will not affect anything at all.

Later, he saw the Shennong Pesticide Bowl attached to his father's body, and when he heard the slip-of-the-mill phrase "Shennong borrowed your soul fire" from the ghost face, it seemed to confirm his suspicions.

And in the big seal stone, Nuwa's paradoxical sentence "Shen Nong is wrong" provokes Zhao Yunlan's nerves impartially.

Zhao Yunlan clenched his fists: "So the person who manipulated the Great Shenmu, is it you?"

The old man didn't answer, but a worried look appeared on his face. For a moment, Zhao Yunlan felt that he heard an unforeseen voice.

His voice fell, the snow-white world suddenly fell apart, and the scorching light came in. Zhao Yunlan hurriedly covered his eyes. After a while, he slowly put down his hand tentatively. Through the eyes that were stimulated to tears, he found that He even came to the world.

Zhao Yunlan looked around, stunned for a moment, and suddenly a very strange, familiar and unfamiliar feeling arose in his heart.

It took him a long time to think of it, until he saw an ice cream shop on the corner of the street.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes widened abruptly—here near his house, but the ice cream shop across the street had long since closed down, and it was renovated into a small hot pot restaurant five or six years ago.

He was a little dazed for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally walked over, bought a bowl of sand ice in the store with his little change, and then like a fool among a group of little girls, leaning against From the window, staring at the huge "2002" on the calendar on the wall of the store, he crunched the ice-cream in a very bitter and vindictive way of eating.

It's like he's here to collect protection fees and smash the store.

Zhao Yunlan felt like he was in a dream, or watching a crappy movie where the scenes were switched inconveniently. After a while in the sky, he finally returned to the world, and it was still inexplicably eleven years ago.

Just when he was halfway through eating, Zhao Yunlan suddenly caught a glimpse of a person out of the corner of his eye. He immediately sat up straight, stretched his neck like a meerkat, and looked out through the window of the ice cream shop. The picture of "the handsome guy chewing on the ice cream" is so existential that several girls around him kept watching him, and at this time, they couldn't help but follow his gaze and stretched their necks to look out after him.

The result is a meerkat of a basketball team.

Zhao Yunlan saw a familiar car drive out of his community - the old car that once carried countless childhood memories and was later replaced by his father mercilessly!

Zhao Yunlan immediately threw the unfinished food on the table, rushed out at the speed of catching Jian, stopped a taxi along the street, took out the tattered work permit in his pocket, and took the police badge on it to the taxi. The car master flashed in front of his eyes: "Please follow the car in front of me!"

The master didn't expect that he would be able to pull 007 back once in his lifetime. He was immediately excited. He stepped on the accelerator, and the car roared out like a squatter. The old taxi turned into an F1 in one second, which is outrageous. The acceleration nearly slapped Zhao Yunlan on the passenger seat.

Father Zhao drove all the way to Antique Street, and further inside, there was a small alley full of shops, where no motor vehicles were allowed. On the side of the road, walked in with a pair of star paparazzi-proof sunglasses.

"Master, stop here, stop here!" Zhao Yunlan stared at his father's back, casually stretched out his hand and took out his wallet. Just as he was about to pay, the driver's master righteously refused.

Zhao Yunlan: "Hurry up and waste your time, I'm going to lose people."

The driver gave a respectful salute, then shook his hand forcefully, and said loudly, "Comrade, go ahead, don't charge money, I want to serve the people!"

Zhao Yunlan: "..."

He was speechless for a second, then decided not to be polite, jumped out of the car and ran.

Eleven years ago, the Antique Street was not as standardized as it was after that. In a narrow alley, there were street stalls everywhere, from jewelry and jade to antique calligraphy and painting. As a result, the road becomes narrower and narrower, making it very easy to follow.

Zhao Yunlan gān swallowed a huáng paper talisman that held his breath and concealed traces. The talisman paper was drawn by Chu Shuzhi. Chu Shuzhi was so poor that he had nothing left, so he was confident. Even if it is used to investigate the history of cheating of the ancient gods, it is more than enough.

Although Zhao Yunlan thought he was farting, he still couldn't help but pin his hopes on it, but he didn't dare to chase too close.

So when he turned a corner, he lost the man.

Zhao Yunlan carefully probed the door of each store, but saw no one, and his eyes fell on the big locust tree that can communicate with the ghost. He knew that the person he was following was definitely not his own father, who had been dragged by 2,580,000 to 80,000, but an adult scum who dared to use the body of a living person.

Zhao Yunlan took a deep breath and went down to the huáng spring for the second time in one day. In his heart, he wanted to kick the fart out of the broken bowl.

It makes sense for Shen Wei to tell him to leave quickly. Walking on the Huáng Spring Road for a living person is definitely not a particularly beautiful experience. Even a bachelor like Zhao Yunlan who dares to go downstairs barefoot in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month can clearly see it. felt the coldness that could penetrate the bones on the Huáng Spring Road.

"Father Zhao" waited for a while on the Huáng Spring Road, rubbing his hands constantly, frowning more and more tightly, as if waiting for someone.

There is only a narrow and narrow one, and there are people and ghosts on it. Zhao Yunlan didn't dare to show up rashly. yīn is in the middle of the two worlds.

Just when he felt that he was about to shrink in half, suddenly, a familiar figure came over from the other end of Huáng Spring Road. That man was very conspicuous, because wherever he went, he didn't leave any ghosts behind, and even the ghost guards who were stubborn and pretending to be calm couldn't help lowering their heads and retreating, which had the effect of Moses dividing the sea.

When Zhao Yunlan saw it, his mood immediately became subtle - anyone who found out that his "daughter-in-law" had a private meeting with his future father-in-law as early as eleven years ago would probably be unable to restrain himself from being subtle.

Wearing the long cloak of the Soul Slayer, Shen Wei didn't show his face. He walked to a place five steps away from Zhao's father and stood still.

Father Zhao also stopped walking and rubbing his hands. The two of them seemed to be silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

After a long time, Father Zhao said, "The evening paper that Yunlan brought back when he returned home has your breath."

Shen Wei didn't open his mouth to explain, just sneered softly.

Zhao Yunlan had never heard such a sneer from Shen Wei. For a moment, he suspected that the person wrapped in black clothes in front of him was not Shen Wei at all, but that wicked ghost face.

Although Father Zhao had a wonderful soul on his body, he was still a mortal body after all. It didn't take long for him to be on the road to the spring, and his lips were frozen white and purple, and if he looked closely, he seemed to be still trembling slightly. , but his voice was not weak at all: "Don't forget what you promised the ancestor when you insisted on sending Kunlun Jun's soul into Samsara."

"Huh?" Shen Wei finally spoke slowly, "I just glanced at him from a distance, and I avoided him when he came over. Even if Shangxian couldn't trust my character, he was worried that I would betray my promise. , can't you still believe in the Phnom Penh contract of the first Saint Shennong?"

His tone sounded as gentle and polite as always, but Zhao Yunlan was accustomed to being obedient, and sensitively sensed the incomparable scorn and unspeakable sarcasm from his short sentence.

Father Zhao frowned: "But what happened to the Dafeng? Why did the Houtu Dafeng loosen?"

This time, Shen Wei was silent for a moment, and then his voice was slightly lower: "If Shangxian still remembers, the original Fuxi Great Seal was only a few hundred years old when he was brought down by Tianzhu, which is considered to be broken and then stood up. Since Nuwa descended, the newly established Great Seal of the Back Earth has existed for thousands of years, and water droplets can still penetrate rocks, but now the Great Seal is loose, and no one can return it to the sky, so there is nothing I can do to redeem me."

"The Great Seal of Houtu is the result of Nuwa's life-threatening efforts, and Kunlun Jun's hard work. Of course, I didn't say what you should do to it, but what if the Great Seal completely collapses? What are you going to do?"

"Yeah," Shen Wei paused for a while, and then took it lightly, "What are you going to do? I'm very stupid, and now I finally understand what the first saints meant when they said 'immortal, indestructible, not a god'— It's just that I'm not actually a god who was born to foster illusions and was admired by the people."

"Don't think that the Shennong Covenant can't bind you on the day when the Great Seal is broken, if my son..."

Father Zhao's voice suddenly stopped unnaturally at this point, as if half of the movie speakers were broken, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Shen Wei's face was hidden behind a black mist, but Zhao Yunlan just felt that he was smiling.

I just listened to him saying slowly: "Son? Shangxian is really involved in the drama too deeply. If you say 'Ling Lang' knows that Shangxian is putting a good happy fairy inappropriate, the lower world is attached to a mortal, and it is also attached to his. On your father, will he recognize you or not?"

Father Zhao's throat made a "cluck" sound, he wrapped his hands around his neck, his eyes widened angrily, but he couldn't say a word.

Shen Wei looked at him for a while, and finally laughed lightly. With a wave of his hand, Father Zhao seemed to have been punched by someone.

Shen Wei folded his long sleeves with both hands, and nodded slightly in greeting: "So Shangxian, please be careful, there are some things that everyone knows, but it's better not to say it, what do you think? The first holy god Nong is highly respected, and of course I also have it in my heart. Very respected, but respect is respect, if he is still alive, I will definitely be incompatible with him, and I will not share the sky. I don’t care about the three ancient emperors, the Shangxian is the treasure bowl of Shennong, I am afraid... Haven't you cultivated the great supernatural powers of the first saint?"

Father Zhao was trembling all over, but Shen Wei just said indifferently: "I don't want to do anything rǔ gentle, I am willing to reason with you in a peaceful way, and I hope Shang Xian can still do it for himself, don't handle it. Too long, too wide - if it's all right, I'm not far."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Father Zhao, turned around and walked down Wangchuan to the depths of Huáng Spring.

Zhao Yunlan was almost stunned, Shen Wei and Shennong...how come they don't share the sky?

No wonder the god Pesticide Bowl ran away after speaking incomprehensibly. It was Shen Wei who dared to say it, and he didn't dare to say it!

How could his delicate and gentle lover become a terrorist who gave his cheap dad a gag order?

What happened to Shennong's Phnom Penh contract?

Right... If Shennong was the one who borrowed his left shoulder Soul Fire, and if the past in Dashifeng was true, then why did Soul Fire go to the ghost clan?

What happened in the middle?

If Shennong's memory was really fabricated by Shennong, what was he trying to hide?

Seeing that Father Zhao was about to come up, Zhao Yunlan hurriedly jumped up the big locust tree and hid among the leafy branches. When Father Zhao was far away, he reappeared.

He got off the huáng spring again, stared at the direction of Shen Wei's disappearance for a long time and thought for a long time, but still felt that it was not true, and he was used to being deceived. Zhao Yunlan almost got persecution paranoia, suspecting that everything was fake.

At this moment, Zhao Yunlan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the "Secrets of the Ancients" that he had rolled into a ball in his arms. He hurriedly took it out and saw that the book had become a blank book, with the cover and The pages were empty, the handwriting disappeared, and nothing remained.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes sank slightly - eleven years ago, that is, 2002, the legendary year of Renwu.

If what he saw is true, then if he goes to the grocery store at the end of the ghost town and buys back "Secrets of the Ancients", is it the one that appeared at No. 4 Guangming Road eleven years later?