Chapter 95 Blue Lantern Night Walk

The two little ghosts led Lu Yingjiu and entered a few vermilion doors again.

Memories of the past continued to emerge, and all kinds of people he had never met appeared in the memories, almost all of them from the older generation of the family.

They may travel around to study the talismans related to the Heavenly Dao—including the formation to go to the ghost realm. A hundred years ago, Lu Yingjiu and Chu Qianju drew the prototype, and after so many years, the family continued to improve, and finally made it closer to perfection.

The formation requires seven exorcists to go to various places to activate.

Those locations, Lu Yingjiu has already explored clearly in the ghost world.

So he saw that in the turbulent sea of ​​Yunshan Port, no fishing boat dared to go out to sea, but a lone boat jumped into the wave, and countless servants swept across the sea like a school of fish, clawed at the bottom of the boat, gnawed with fangs and scratched with claws. . And the man on the bow holds a talisman paper, and the glow illuminates half of the sky;

In the university town of Shangyang City, there is no one in the holiday, only a falling sunset. A short-statured man stood on the roof of the school, slashed his palm with a knife, and drew a formation on the ground with blood. The attendants followed the shadows and climbed up the outer wall of the school. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were like torches, and unimaginable agility erupted from his ordinary body, and he fought with them like cheetahs;

In Yueshan Sanatorium, an unfamiliar woman surnamed Ye stood in the woods. The wind and rain were about to come in the mountains, and the dark clouds were pressing on the top. She carried the heavy talisman paper and stuck them on the tree trunk one by one, and the wind blew her soft long hair. She glanced at the bushes, snapped her fingers, and Li Snake burned the squire hiding in the dark with flames.

And old hospitals, late-night bars, empty lakes...

They are not always successful.

I don't know how many times tried to arrange the formation.

The final shot is the Kangli Bridge with rolling waves.

Zhang Haokong, who also went to set up the formation, was attacked and died in the car. And Lu Yingjiu came to the bridge when he pushed Jingxian away and confronted Tiandao alone.

He "just happened" to meet Zhang Haokong, and Zhang Haokong, who had already turned into a dead bone, stretched out his hand to point under the bridge, which "just happened" to be the entrance to the ghost world.

Now that think about it, where are these coincidences.

It was clearly an escape that had been planned by many for many years.

After passing through countless doors, Lu Yingjiu saw more people.

He didn't know all of them.

The only one who knew it was Chu You.

As the former head of the Chu family, Chu You suffered from Alzheimer's disease early, and his biggest hobbies every day are sunbathing and reading newspapers. Before his death, his son failed to come back. Chu You mistakenly regarded Chu Banyang as his son, took him by the hand and said, "Go and tell Lu Yingjiu, his hour is coming."

Chu Banyang was puzzled.

And like everyone else, the old man has died with this secret.

Lu Yingjiu walked like this.

I don't know how long it will take, there is no red door in front of you, there is only a dark road ahead.

The two little ghosts led them forward with a green lantern.

The light lingered, finally illuminating the formation on the ground.

This formation is very large, and they have walked for a long time in the edge area alone.

A little closer to the central area, Lu Yingjiu saw two cyan flames burning on the altar-like building from a distance.

The altar is very high, with nearly a hundred steps.

A woman in a ghost exorcist's robe sat in the middle, her face pale and her eyes closed, resting.

The little ghost led the way, led Lu Yingjiu and Jingxian to the highest point, and after bowing respectfully again, they disappeared.

The woman slowly opened her eyes.

She looked very tired, and there was weariness in her voice: "You are finally here."

Her gaze fell on Jing Xian.

A bit surprised.

seems to have seen him.

Lu Yingjiu asked, "Are you Zhang Shuwang?"

"...Yes." Zhang Shuwang nodded, "You may have many questions on this journey."

"You don't have the patience to listen to my riddles anymore. I'll just cut to the chase and explain everything to you."

She closed her eyes and said, "This matter starts when I was a child. The first time I heard your name, I may have been seven or eight years old. My father suddenly called me into the study..."

She was just a child at the time.

That day, Zhang Haokong took her into the study with a serious face and said that he wanted to tell her something.

——So Zhang Shuwang knew the existence of the Tao of Heaven. He knew that hundreds of years ago, the Zhang family sacrificed 59 babies for power.

One of the survivors, the way of heaven failed to be satisfied, cast a curse on the Zhang family.

In recent years, it has become more and more manic, and soon, there will be the largest ghost night walk in history.

After listening to Zhang Shuwang, he asked, "If he can go to the ghost world, will he be safe?"

Zhang Haokong nodded: "Yes. That's why we have been researching a formation. It can stabilize the entrance to the ghost world and greatly reduce the degree of danger." He smiled, "However, this kind of thing is still too incredible. If it was me, enter It is impossible to survive in the door."

"Ah—" Zhang Shuwang said, "then what?"

"There will be a way." Zhang Haokong patted her head, "Even if there is only a little chance, we have to do it."

He warned again: "You can't tell anyone about this today."

After several months, Zhang Shuwang went out fishing with Zhang Haokong.

The sky was high, the clouds were wide, the sea was blue, and they set off in a small boat.

When was in the ocean, stopped the boat and looked at the sky and the earth only blue. They fished together, baited the two rods, threw them out, and sat side by side at the side of the boat.

While fishing, Zhang Shuwang suddenly asked, "Dad, why do we have to save him?"

Zhang Haokong stopped moving.

The sun was shining brightly. Zhang Shuwang plucked up his courage and continued: "According to what you said, wouldn't it be okay to return him to Tiandao? Our Zhang family has been cursed by Tiandao until it fell. Return him, and our family can start all over again."

She said the faster and faster: "And there will be no more ghosts at night. It means that we have saved more people indirectly. This is the best choice in terms of reason and reason."

Zhang Haokong did not answer her immediately.

In the blue of the whole world, there is only a snow-white bird flying overhead.

After a long time, Zhang Haokong said slowly, "Our family is ashamed of him."

"It's been so long!" Zhang Shuwang said anxiously, "Why should we be responsible for what happened hundreds of years ago! It's not that we sacrificed him! He just happened to be reincarnated in this era!"

Zhang Haokong said: "Someone has to come out and take responsibility. The Zhang family has to put an end to the troubles caused by the Zhang family. It is only right and right. Besides..."

He paused: "Since ancient times, the Zhang family has coveted the power of heaven, and I don't know how many things they have done that go against human relations - just from this point of view, the curse of the family is our deserved retribution."

"The past can't be regretted. We can't save the other 58 deceased. Lu Yingjiu is our last chance, a chance to redeem ourselves."

His attitude was gentle and firm.

The rod sank suddenly, and a fish bit the hook.

Zhang Haokong pulled the lever, gritted his teeth and wrestled with the big fish, and when he pulled it up violently, the fish's tail was covered with crystal water.

Zhang Shuwang bit his lip beside him.

She didn't say much until they sailed back to the dock.

Knowing that her emotions were not right, Zhang Haokong sighed lightly. He rummaged through the boat and pulled out a lantern.

The lantern was lit with a blue flame.

This is the symbol of the Green Lantern Festival.

Going back is the path between the mountains, and they lit lanterns and walked through the woods.

Amidst the chirping of insects, Zhang Shuwang spoke again: "...Then, what about Hundred Ghosts Night Walk? You should also consider the safety of others, right? If you sacrifice him alone, you can save more people, isn't it a good thing? ?"

"It's not like this." Zhang Haokong sighed, "Shuwan, it's not like this. Some principles must not be compromised."

He gently lifted the lantern in his hand: "I have told you the story of the Green Lantern Festival many times, do you still remember the original intention of its establishment?"

Zhang Shuwang said in a low voice, "Expel the ghosts and save the common people."

"Yes." Zhang Haokong said, "10,000 people are common people, one thousand people are common people, and one hundred people and ten people are common people. The value of life is not measured in this way."

Zhang Shuwang seems to understand but does not understand.

Zhang Haokong patted her head and said with a smile: "So, the idea of ​​'sacrificing one person to save the world' is wrong. No matter how many people there are, we must protect them equally. One person is the common people, and one person is the world."

"If we sacrificed one person this time and solved the problem. What about the next time? Will it cost ten people or a hundred people next time? How should we decide then?"

The wind blows, and the blue lights flicker.

He continued: "We are just ordinary people, we can't judge what is absolutely fair, we just want to have a clear conscience."

"Once something like a principle is shaken, it will go wrong step by step. Our family used to be too arrogant, thinking that we could sit back and relax by relying on the way of heaven, but in fact, we have long lost our original intention after worshiping again and again."

Zhang Shuwang said blankly, "Then what was our original intention?"

Zhang Haokong didn't say anything, and handed her the lantern in his hand.

Zhang Shuwang took it, and a soft light fell into her eyes.

In the past, the young people of the Zhang family carried lanterns at night like this.

Don't take a penny, don't ask about your future, take risks and only seek the peace of the world. With such a bright light, illuminating the long night, only the ghost exorcists will continue to go forward and prosper for the next hundred years.

One person, one light, one journey at night.

It is the spirit of the exorcist.

Zhang Haokong said: "This is not just to protect Lu Yingjiu, but an unprecedented game, a game between man and sky, man and destiny."

"This light can't be put out on our hands. We're going to win with glory and lose without shame."

They walked down the mountain road with lanterns in this way.

After a long time, Zhang Shuwang still did not speak.

A tear quietly fell on the back of her lantern's hand.

She sniffed and said with a weeping voice, "I understand this, this. But, I'm so afraid that something will happen to you..."

Zhang Haokong was stunned for a moment, then hugged her tightly and comforted: "Don't be afraid, Dad will be fine."

The trees in the mountains swayed, and the green lights stretched the shadows of the two of them very long.

After that, Zhang Shuwang grew up slowly and came into contact with more and more people.

Most of them are elders and know the existence of Lu Yingjiu.

They come from different families and have completely different identities, but their purpose is very unified: to protect Lu Yingjiu.

Some are responsible for depicting the formation, some are responsible for speculating on the way of heaven, and some are responsible for studying the appearance and weaknesses of the attendants. They all contracted to listen to the truth, so that they could transmit information in a secret way and not be detected by the heavenly way.

From them, for the first time in his life, Zhang Shuwang realized what is the integrity and persistence of a family, and what is the bravery and kindness of a ghost exorcist.

No one has ever defied the Way of Heaven before.

But the gang seemed determined to fight to the end.

——And Lu Yingjiu didn't even know them.

Zhang Nianyun is responsible for reporting the situation of Lu Yingjiu's family.

She provides photos and reports every week, and if she finds any traces of the servants, she will notify the family in time.

Chen Minlan is responsible for planning the formation to the ghost world.

One after another, the exorcists went one after another, just to open the gate of the ghost world, so that when Lu Yingjiu fought against the heavenly way, there was a way out.

And Chu You is in charge of another formation.

Zhang Shuwang didn't know the formation, but only knew that they had to enter the mirror world to set up every time, and the momentum was huge.

It was also there that she met the Ghost King for the first time.

Zhang Shuwang didn't know why a ghost was willing to cooperate with a ghost exorcist, and why the family allowed him to exist.

The first time she saw the ghost king, she was really scared for a while.

The handsome man sat quietly in the corner, seemingly casual, watching the formation be laid out little by little. Occasionally raised his eyes and looked at her, there was nothing in those dark eyes like abyss.

But she was terrified.

It was like a sharp bloody aura condensed into a sharp knife, pressing directly between her brows.

It was the most terrifying ghost she had ever seen.

Just by chance, the ghost king will recall something, and his eyes will become gentle.

Later Zhang Shuwang saw him several times.

No one knows his name, and no one knows his purpose.

When the formation reaches the most critical step, one person needs to step into it, split one's own soul, and dedicate it to maintain the continuity of power.

However, no exorcist can do that.

The human lifespan is too short, and the soul is far from strong enough. Not to mention that the pain is enough to destroy everyone's sanity.

So the ghost king split his soul and nearly half of his cultivation to fill the void of the formation.

The pain of losing a soul is unimaginable.

Zhang Shuwang felt his scalp tingling just by watching that scene.

However, the ghost king didn't have too many emotions, and he didn't even tremble in his hands-perhaps after being overwhelmed by a deeper sadness, the physical pain was not worth mentioning at all.

After this terrible sacrifice, Zhang Shuwang never saw him again.

I heard that he fell into a long sleep.

I heard that he did the same thing many times hundreds of years ago.

I heard that he has been waiting for someone.

Occasionally recalling the sacrifice of the ghost king that day, and looking at everyone around her, she still felt shocked.

Like the blue light in the long night.

And those who are illuminated never need to know the existence of the lamp holder - they only need to know that the light will burn forever until dawn, and it is enough.

Unlucky. Those who contend with the Dao of Heaven will always suffer bad luck.

Half and half of the group were killed and wounded.

Zhang Nianyun sacrificed himself at a critical moment to appease Tiandao, Chen Minlan died unexpectedly, and even Zhang Haokong died on the way to arrange the formation.

They died because of bad luck brought down by heaven. Before dying, they were all possessed by the way of heaven.

【Lu Yingjiu, your time has come】

This is Tiandao's most vicious mockery of Lu Yingjiu, telling him that these people died because of you.

not to mention……

What's more, the decline of the Zhang family was inevitable. In Zhang Shuwang's generation, there were only a few active ghost exorcists left.

Now, she is the youngest guardian.

Probably the last one too.

She continued to arrange and guard the formation in the mirror.

I was alone for a long, long time.

To this day, following the guidance of Qing Deng, Lu Yingjiu found her.

"...I've been waiting for you for a long time." Zhang Shuwang said, looking at Jingxian again, "I didn't expect you two to come together."

Jing Xian nodded slightly.

Lu Yingjiu was silent for a long time.

Then he said softly, "I'm sorry. Before I knew that, I thought..."

"Thought we wanted you to die, didn't you?" Zhang Shuwang smiled weakly. "That's a reasonable inference, after all, no one ever told you anything. They were deliberately hiding it from you—if They know your misunderstanding, and they may be quite happy."

"You don't know them, but they know your heart: if you know that others have done so much for you, you may find it difficult to repay."

"What they want to see most is that you live your life in peace and security, and it's best to never know them."

"But ah," she showed a very shallow smile, "since you have come here, it is not against fate for me to tell you the truth. I am not as noble as them, and I still want you to know everything selfishly."

"I also want you to know that there are so many people who have truly loved you."

She raised her hand slightly.

Several groups of blue flames flew out, illuminating the darkness and the huge formation on the ground.

Soon, the flames illuminated a piece of talisman paper.

The talisman paper comes from different periods, from different families, and from different people. They are branded on every corner of the formation, and the strokes are fine.

Hundreds of thousands.

As if to this day, those people are still standing here silently.

"These are all drawn by them, and basically everyone has left all their knowledge here." Zhang Shuwang said.

"There's another point," she struggled to get up, bracing her weak body, "that's what they want me to do."

She bowed deeply to Lu Yingjiu.

With sincerity, guilt and apology.

This is an apology for his fate. At this moment, her body condensed the figures of countless people for a hundred years.

Lu Yingjiu helped her up and whispered, "Now, I know everything... Thank you, thank you."

Zhang Shuwang smiled silently: "But, Lu Yingjiu, I can't do more."

"I'm the only one left now. Just maintaining this formation is exhausted. This formation took hundreds of years to complete. My talent is not enough, and I can't fully understand it. I just know that it can help you find the way of heaven. "

Looking around, this formation that stretches for an unknown number of kilometers is extremely complicated.

Every stroke is like an old tree and vines, tightly entwined;

Every stroke is like a sharp blade, outlining the edge.

It is tantamount to a book from heaven, and no known words or languages ​​can describe it.

This is an incomparably huge amount of work, the hard work of countless generations, and even the soul and cultivation that Jingxian has dedicated. It is a pity that those who knew it had already died in the hands of Heavenly Dao.

Zhang Shuwang smiled wryly: "I have no idea what to do. We still can't let you out of your fate in the end."

"...No," Lu Yingjiu shook his head, "there is still a way."

"What way?" Zhang Shuwang was stunned for a moment.

Lu Yingjiu pointed to the formation and said with a smile, "As long as you give me a little time, I can figure it out."

Zhang Shuwang was still stunned: "But it..."

"Since you have been paying attention to me with them for many years, you must know my talent." Lu Yingjiu said lightly, as if describing an ordinary little thing, "As long as I think about it, how can I understand in this world? Can't exorcism? It won't be an exception."

He smiled.

Still confident and dashing.

He continued: "What you have left me is enough for me to win."

"You don't have to worry about that Hundred Ghosts Night Walk."

"The solar terms and character, courage and kindness that a ghost exorcist should have, I am not a little bit, or even more. The only person who can be the mainstay is me, I will burn this long night to the ground, and I will solve everything, whether it is ghosts, Heaven is still my destiny."

"And," he laughed, "I'm not fighting alone."

Lu Yingjiu's eyes fell on Zhang Shuwang, on the blue lantern, on the formation and the countless talismans floating in it.

Finally, his eyes stayed on Jingxian, full of tenderness.

He said, "The lamp you passed down can be handed over to me with confidence."

"Next, it's my war."