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Chapter 86
Chapter 86 The Gate of the Ghost World
Later, they went to many places together.
From snow-capped plains to verdant mountains, from crumbling villages to bustling capitals.
They tasted delicacies from all over the world together, walked down the long street side by side with cooking cakes and hibiscus cakes, or drank a few hot wines in taverns at night - most of them, Lu Yingjiu only tasted lightly, propped up his head and watched the pride of the young man drink up.
After drinking, he was slightly drunk, and the boy was always sticking around him. Lu Yingjiu was helpless, and led him to the moonlight and went home slowly.
The moonlight is cold, and the road ahead is long, as if it will never end.
Together they ran horses all over the mountains and fields.
Jingxian reluctantly bought a jujube red horse and ended the days of riding with Lu Yingjiu. Those two horses are both good horses, they travel thousands of miles a day, and they are light in appearance, but they have a bad problem: when they are free, they will be together, their ears and temples will be rubbed together, and they are so intimate that they cannot be separated at all.
Lu Yingjiu wondered, these two are obviously stallions, why are they sticky every day.
Jingxian is always smiling and silent, feeding them hay and buckwheat every day.
They occasionally race horses, their hooves trod over long grass and fresh snow.
It was Lu Yingjiu who always won at the beginning, and it didn't take long for the two of them to win and lose.
Together they let go of the river lights.
Two lotus-shaped river lanterns flowed down the river. They sat on the bank and watched the light gradually fade away, converging with countless other river lanterns, shining brightly on the river.
Lu Yingjiu was looking at the lamp, while Jingxian was looking at him, putting on a luxurious black-haired cloak.
They lit a bonfire on the buttocks.
The wind whistled and the fire flickered. Lu Yingjiu gently stirred the firewood, splashing orange-red sparks.
In the long night, he asked, Jingxian, what does the sweetheart you want to find look like?
Jingxian took it vaguely, only to say that he didn't remember it.
Lu Yingjiu snorted, but he didn't see Jingxian sneaking a glance at him, a little bit of joy and anticipation.
Later, Lu Yingjiu asked a few more times, but Jingxian always answered perfunctorily, and he gradually stopped asking. The two had their own thoughts, watched countless beautiful scenery together, and walked all over the mountains and rivers.
The journey is not always smooth.
The servants of the Tao of Heaven are like shadows, and their ghosts are not scattered.
Lu Yingjiu was afraid that Jingxian would also be involved, so he never let him take action. However, how could Jingxian be watching? He behaved obediently, but in fact he was obedient, and with Lu Yingjiu behind his back, he smashed the heads of many servants.
The family also sent assassins.
They were directly beaten by their husband and husband in mixed doubles, and they were either dead or disabled.
One day Jingxian asked, "Since you say that the way of heaven is indelible, is there no place in this world to hide from it?"
"...Yes." Lu Yingjiu nodded and said, "I haven't verified it, but I think that for the living, going to the ghost world can avoid its coveting."
"Why?" Jing Xian was taken aback, "Aren't the priests and the ghosts bound by it?"
Lu Yingjiu said: "It's not the same. Since ancient times, only the soul can go to the ghost world. If the living are forced to cross, they will be torn apart by the wind of the gate of the ghost world. It is an almost unmatched power. Countless people have confirmed that even the most powerful ghost exorcists have no life."
"Like the previous head of the Zhang family, after entering the ghost gate, he was torn apart by ghost hands. There was a genius ghost exorcist before, who also exploded and died when he crossed."
He continued: "However, if it really succeeds, then the living will be free from control in the ghost world."
"The way of heaven is not omnipotent. In my opinion, it is not so much the law itself as it is the slave of the law."
"Like humans and ghosts, it cannot violate the established rules."
The living go to the ghost world to break the law.
But if it really succeeds, he appears in a place where he shouldn't appear, and Tiandao can't go after him according to any law.
Lu Yingjiu said, "This is just an unproven theory. I have a friend who has been studying this for many years. You should meet soon."
Sure enough, within a few months, Jingxian met the person Lu Yingjiu mentioned.
That person's name was Chu Qianju, and he came from an aristocratic family.
Many years ago, when Chu Qianju was walking along the mountains and rivers with a little peacock, he happened to meet Lu Yingjiu.
Although Lu Yingjiu was only a few years older than him, he was already highly accomplished in exorcism. That day, when he saw Chu Qianju sketching a drawing on a piece of talisman paper, he thought hard and couldn't help but point out a few words.
Then he was entangled by Chu Qianju.
Chu Qianju is also a first-class genius, suffering from not being able to find anyone to ask for advice, she was overjoyed to meet Lu Yingjiu, and she hated to meet each other late.
โโTo use modern words, he is simply a standard fanboy.
Seeing Lu Yingjiu, her eyes glow and she can't even walk.
He didn't realize that Lu Yingjiu was the one the family had been chasing.
Lu Yingjiu confessed to him.
Chu Qianju didn't struggle for too long. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "The way of heaven is cruel and unkind, and it even asks babies to be sacrifices. And my family is the one who is despicable by helping Zhou."
He added: "Actually, there are many people in the family who are dissatisfied with this kind of behavior, including my parents, but they have no right to speak. But I believe that someday in the future, the concept of the family will change. "
"Today you and I meet because of fate. If you give me some more time, I will definitely persuade more people to abandon this outdated and cruel concept. When you get rid of the pretense of heaven, you will be able to live in an upright manner."
Chu Qianju does what he says.
He asked Lu Yingjiu about the situation in detail, and also felt that the ghost world might be a breakthrough. In the days that followed, he studied how to invite God and how to go to the ghost world.
When Lu Yingjiu brought Jing Xian and met him again, he took out the thick talisman paper.
Chu Qianju said, "I drew a different formation, you can see the effect."
The two studied there.
These formations are so profound that no one can understand them except for the two of them, and Jingxian is even more incomprehensible.
But he has been sitting next to Lu Yingjiu, listening silently.
Lu Yingjiu said that the gate of the ghost world has a mountain of swords and a sea of โโfire, and the strong wind will cut the flesh and skin inch by inch.
He said that there are thousands of ghosts at the gate of the ghost world, all vying to devour the living.
He also said that the gate of the ghost world has surging yin, which will drown all living things.
He and Chu Qianju studied and studied, but still felt that going to the ghost world was undoubtedly suicide.
When they regretfully put away the formation, Jingxian suddenly said: "But if there is a priest strong enough to protect you, can't you go? Those strong winds, ghosts and Yin Qi are useless to priests."
Lu Yingjiu smiled and said: "It's not that simple. The power of the law is probably thousands of times stronger than you think. Even the ghost king today may not be able to do it."
Jingxian said seriously: "I will do it."
Lu Yingjiu just laughed and didn't take it seriously.
In the next few years, they wandered all the way, going to different places to exorcise ghosts, and constantly exploring strategies to fight against the Tao of Heaven.
They met Chu Qianju several times on and off.
Chu Qianju was the first person to invite God and became famous.
However, asking God to use the power of ghosts, the way of heaven does not allow it, and cursed him, causing him to fall into the reincarnation of life after life.
The last time Lu Yingjiu saw him was at dusk.
They sat opposite each other in the inn.
Chu Qianju took out the talisman paper again to communicate with him. After negotiating for so long, the two finally saw a glimmer of light: this latest formation can greatly reduce the threat of the gate of the ghost world.
"Finally there is hope." Chu Qianju sighed, "Maybe, next time it will be successful."
His face was pale.
The punishment from Heavenly Dao made him seriously ill.
Lu Yingjiu said, "You should rest more and stop worrying about this."
Chu Qianju drank a glass of turbid wine before he said, "Lu Yingjiu, you have eight pairs in your twenties this year, right?"
Lu Yingjiu didn't answer, and gently shook the glass in his hand.
There was one thing he didn't tell Jingxian.
The way of heaven respects fifty-nine, and the cycle of calamities is also based on fifty-nine.
Every fifty-nine months, he hits a huge catastrophe.
When he saw Jingxian, he had just turned twenty-five and had just tried his best to escape the catastrophe.
Five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and soon, he will usher in the next catastrophe.
The power of the curse continues to strengthen, and he had exhausted all his strengths last time, and this time he may not be able to escape.
Everyone in the family knows this.
Chu Qianju looked at him and said seriously, "Lu Yingjiu, your hour is coming."
Lu Yingjiu still didn't answer.
The turbid wine in the cup swayed, filling the sky with light outside the window.
After a long time he smiled: "It's a big deal to die."
Chu Qianju sighed and said, "We have similar fates, and we are also cursed. If we really encounter misfortune, you and I may meet in the next life."
He raised his glass: "You are the person I admire the most. May you be well, safe and happy."
The cups collided, and the two drank the turbid wine in one go.
When Lu Yingjiu sent Chu Qianju away, the evening sun hung down on the mountain like a drop of blood.
Chu Qianju rode away on horseback, and his shadow was dragged for a long time.
After another half a year, Lu Yingjiu heard that the Peacock God was going mad because of the curse of heaven, and Chu Qianju dedicated himself to stop it.
The Peacock God fell into eternal sleep, and Chu Qianju only had one tombstone left.
The tombstone is in Chu's house, and it is not convenient for Lu Yingjiu to worship.
He could only stand on the top of the mountain, bow three times to the east, and place flowers beside a bowl of sake.
Jingxian stood behind him, silent.
He was not much shorter than Lu Yingjiu at first, but the young man grew taller quickly, and now he is as tall as Lu Yingjiu.
He was silent.
Finally, he gently pulled Lu Yingjiu's hand.
And as Chu Qianju said, the next catastrophe is coming soon.
That year, Lu Yingjiu was twenty-nine, and the two walked for two days in a snow-covered wasteland.
Lu Yingjiu was carrying a bright lantern, and the white clothes rattled in the wind. Walking into the depths of the snow, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jingxian, moving forward step by step.
Jingxian suddenly asked, "...Are you going to die?"
"Huh?" Lu Yingjiu was taken aback.
"I overheard what Chu Qianju said to you that day." Jingxian said, "I know you have the next catastrophe. So, will you die?"
โ The tone of his question was subtle.
Not a real question.
More like looking forward to it, Lu Yingjiu could swear to him: "I'll be fine."
Lu Yingjiu didn't make a sound.
So the only answer to him was the whistling of the wind.
After another half day, they encountered a frozen traveler.
The traveler's lips were chapped and blue, his eyes were tightly closed, and his clothes were already covered with frost and snow. No matter how much talisman paper Lu Yingjiu used, he was powerless.
The traveler's breathing slowly stagnated, but at the last moment, he suddenly sat up!
There was a gloomy and vicious light in his eyes, he grabbed his wrist tightly, and said sharply, "Lu Yingjiu, your hour has come!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a series of "puff" sounds in the vicinity, like a large piece of ice and snow falling on the ground.
Lu Yingjiu looked up.
The ice field was covered in darkness, and countless attendants stood silently!
Lu Yingjiu had never seen so many attendants.
In this radius of dozens of miles, they stood tight and airless, with extremely ferocious expressions on their faces.
The battle went on for a long time.
Ice crystals splashed, the snow was smeared with black blood, and pieces of meat flew everywhere.
Lu Yingjiu wanted to rush Jingxian to leave, but Jingxian would never compromise. One person and one ghost fought fiercely for several hours, and he was covered in blood before barely getting out of this deadly siege.
The attendant's attacks were all aimed at Lu Yingjiu. He was seriously injured, and his white clothes were dyed blood red.
Jing Xian supported him and stepped forward step by step on the knee-length snow.
Wherever he went, there were clear bloodstains.
After fighting and retreating all the way, it took three days and three nights to finally find a hidden cave.
They hid inside and made a fire.
Lu Yingjiu was very weak, and it was thanks to his amazing perseverance that he did not lose consciousness.
He leaned against Jing Xian, who was also scarred, breathing slowly.
Jingxian is a ghost after all, and his tolerance for pain and fatal injuries far exceeds that of humans.
He was so anxious that anger, resentment, worry and sadness were mixed together. In the end, he could only hold Lu Yingjiu's cold hand tightly and whispered, "You stay here, and I'll kill them all."
Lu Yingjiu smiled silently.
โโAt such a time, he could still smile so calmly and at ease.
"It's okay," he said.
Jing Xian still wanted to speak, but Lu Yingjiu stroked his side face and said again, "It's okay. I know, I will definitely die here."
"Jingxian, I said before that people and ghosts can't fall in love, but I've changed my mind now. There will always be some kind of fate, some kind of emotion that spans the years, and will guide lovers to find each other. Wait until another day, you will see each other. You have a sweetheart, so tell him well."
"..." Jing Xian was stunned for a moment.
The sentence "My sweetheart is you" was stuck in his mouth, and before he could say it, there was a clutter of footsteps outside the cave!
The attendant is here again!
Jing Xian stood up abruptly and looked out. In the white snowstorm, a pair of scarlet eyes quickly approached, more mad than the herd, more menacing than the avalanche.
Killing intent boiled in his eyes, and under his rage, Yin Qi was entangled around his body, his fingernails were as sharp as blades, and he rushed out in a flash!
The essence of killing gods is vividly displayed. He fought tirelessly, took out the gray-white ghost hearts one by one, and stomped on one head after another.
And the servants never end.
He is just a priest who has not been born for a few years, this battle is still too early for him.
Jingxian's body was covered with scars, and even his bones were exposed.
However, when he thought of Lu Yingjiu, his feet seemed to have a little more strength, supporting him to continue fighting.
It was like the ghost who dared to approach the mountain a few years ago, and his corpses were piled into a hill by him. Anyone who dares to covet his territory now, no matter who they are, must die at his hands.
Hurry up, hurry up.
Yi Lu Yingjiu's injury won't last long!
Just as he did not know how many times he shook his feet and stood up again, there was a strange movement behind him.
In the cave is the fluctuation of the rune paper!
A gorgeous formation appeared in the wind and snow, and the golden light flowed, piercing the haze.
This formation looks familiar.
Jingxian stopped for a short while, hesitated for a while, and came to his senses: This is... this is the formation leading to the ghost world! !
Lu Yingjiu wants to go to the ghost world!
He opened his eyes wide and flew up, but it was too late. The thick black mist covered the snow field in an instant.
And Lu Yingjiu stood in the middle of the fog in white clothes and blood, as if he would be engulfed in the next moment.
The wind and snow fell on his shoulders, on his beautiful eyebrows, and behind him were countless dancing ghost hands, millions of strange faces with grinning faces, and they were inexorable.
Like a weird picture.
Across the snow, he looked at Jingxian from a distance.
The eyes are also calm and calm.
โโAt this moment, Jingxian understood what he meant: Lu Yingjiu would rather go to the gate of the ghost world alone than die at the hands of a servant, and even more unwilling to drag him down.
He is going to challenge an unknown destiny.
instead of accepting fate.
The attendants reacted, screaming and surging towards Lu Yingjiu!
And Lu Yingjiu smiled at Jing Xianxian.
There was light in his eyes, and his brows and eyes curled with a smile, as if it was just a short farewell.
"...bye," he said silently.
Then Lu Yingjiu turned around and resolutely stepped into the black fog. No matter how Jingxian shouted or reached for the corner of his clothes, he could never see his back again.
Formation disappeared.
The black mist dissipated, and the gate of the ghost world closed with a bang.
The attendants lost their aim and turned their heads stiffly.
After a few breaths, they disappeared in place, as if they never existed.
In the vast snow, Jing Xian was the only one left.
On this day, he stood alone in the long night.
There seems to be a huge abyss in the heart, empty, and no matter how cold the wind howls, it can't be filled.
It didn't take long before he forced a scream from the depths of his throat, like a wounded and abandoned beast, even the most hard-hearted person would be moved when he heard it.
After that...
The next hundred years will be another story.
He killed hundreds of ghosts, fought in the Yin Mansion, was ruthless and bloodthirsty, and never softened his hand.
The old ghost king was beheaded by him, and the priests bowed their heads to him.
Jingxian went to the world over and over again, looking for Lu Yingjiu's trace, but in the end it was fruitless.
Dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting alone in the hall, the ghosts knelt down in blackness, and he looked out into the distance.
His slender fingers tapped lightly on the body of the chair.
Unlike humans, ghosts' obsessions are very pure.
Because it is pure, he never forgets, so immortality is the only light in his life.
If there is an afterlife, if there is a reunion...
He wanted to tell Lu Yingjiu that his sweetheart was always him. He has to hold Lu Yingjiu's hand tightly and protect him for the rest of his life until the snow falls. This scorching and pure love will never fade with time.
He wants to make up for all his regrets.
...
The waves crashed against the bridge piers and shattered into snow-white flowers.
The revolving lantern flashed back in his mind, and Lu Yingjiu remembered everything.
The long knife was still stuck in his abdomen, and at this time, a bit of strength emerged from his cold hands and feet. Regardless of the sharpness, he grabbed the blade with one hand, folded it fiercely, and the blade broke with a sonorous sound!
The blade slashed his fingers, and he held the broken blade with blood in his hands, turning his head and slashing the servant's throat neatly. At the same time, the wound healed quickly under the power of God.
The black beast hooted, limped up, and killed several servants.
Lu Yingjiu touched its big head and looked under the bridge.
The yin qi surged under the bridge, and the gate of the ghost world waited silently, like an invitation.
"There's only one chance." He touched the black beast's fur, "Just like before."
The black beast didn't understand, tilted his head and looked at him gently.
"Last time I died in the gate of the ghost world." Lu Yingjiu whispered, "I wonder if I can make some progress in this life?"
He knew that he was almost certain to die.
When he was in his prime, the probability of failure was more than 99%, not to mention that he was exhausted and scarred.
But he could not succumb to fate.
It's a pity that in these two lifetimes, he has left Jingxian behind.
The attendants rushed up screaming, Lu Yingjiu relaxed and smiled at them.
Then he opened his arms and fell with his back to the Black Sea!
The gust of wind screamed in his ears, and the rich yin qi instantly enveloped him, the blood burst, and the ghost hand grabbed his limbs coldly.
It feels like torture.
Like the pain of burning, like the despair of drowning.
Lu Yingjiu's face did not change, and calmly threw out pieces of talisman paper, forcing the fog back again and again.
However, the miracle did not happen.
As he fell, he gradually became drowsy.
His mind was hazy, his body temperature slowly dropped, and death kissed his forehead.
At the last moment, he almost subconsciously murmured, "Jingxian..."
After shouting this sentence, Lu Yingjiu was stunned.
He thought that he could face death calmly, but he didn't expect it to be different from the past. Jingxian is his only concern.
Lu Yingjiu smiled complicatedly.
But the next second his chest was hot.
He was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was the longevity lock that was hot!
In front of him, the yin and snow melted away. Those ghost hands, those strange faces, and those unknown strong winds were crushed by a force that was crushing and ripping them into a ball.
His stature is light.
โโThe ghost king didnโt speak, he reached out and took him into his arms.
They stand above the turbulent waves and the abyss, as stable as a rock, as sharp as a blade, and everything in their hands will be scattered.
With a warm and gentle embrace, Lu Yingjiu looked up.
Take a closer look at Jing Xian's eyebrows...
Handsome and beautiful, he is still the same sincere young man.