14 Guardian God
1807 Words
Jia Qingming looked stunned.
But this scene just now was really handsome. Or, since Miss Bai Ling used that old wooden board to cast spells from a very long distance, this ancient temple became a stage completely dominated by her.
She sang slowly, chanting the ancient witchcraft in her mouth; when the spell was completed, she gave a decisive call like a commanding army and a decisive general; or at the end, she looked at it with compassion. Only the god of resentment and hatred remains.
"That's the technique of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements." Xiao Hei explained triumphantly.
"The technique of the five elements of yin and yang?"
"Yeah. It's the gold, wood, water, fire, and earth that you are familiar with. The attributes of the five elements interact with each other. The gods of this place are spirit monsters born on clay statues, so they belong to the soil, so Miss Bai Ling used wood to restrain its attributes. The spell easily suppressed its spiritual power."
"So this is ah……"
"And didn't you hear it? The spells sung by Miss Bai Ling are the language you are most familiar with. The God of Jumang, who co-administers Spring with the Eastern Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, is the God of Life and the God of Wood." Xiao Hei held Arm, raised his hand, and covered his mouth, "Ah yeah, kid, you have to study hard in school."
What the hell is studying hard?
When school will not teach such messy things, right? !
Jia Qingming complained in his heart.
Yuan Boyang stood aside with a dazed expression, his arms were still bleeding, and his broken arm was hanging unnaturally. But he just made some faint gasps, as if nothing else was normal, he walked over and asked Jia Qingming with a curious look—
However, the expression on his face is simply expressionless!
"Huh? Why does the wood you throw out sprouted?" Yuan Baiyang asked.
"Hey, it's not me at all, okay? And the voice singing the spell is a female voice, how could it be me!"
"Singing voice?" asked with a blank face.
"Yeah...Could it be..."
Couldn't he see Miss Bai Ling at all? No, this is impossible, right?
He still remembered that when he made a mistake and entered the Stole Heaven Pavilion, he could indeed see Miss Bai Ling. Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai had only seen them after they had taken off their half-bad bracelets, which means they were spirits.
Yuan Boyang could see Xiao Hei, but couldn't see the bullet-shaped by the spirit she shot, indicating that Xiao Hei used a physical body to fight, so she could use that handsome outfit.
But... he couldn't see Miss Bai Ling.
Bai Ling looked at Jia Qingming and smiled faintly. At that moment, Jia Qingming felt that she had read his voice.
She closed the oil-paper umbrella, and suddenly there was a thunder falling outside the temple, illuminating the ancient temple. Xiao Hei immediately recovered the appearance of the little attendant in the Stealing Pavilion, walked over to take the oil paper umbrella, and took it seriously with both hands.
"Oh?" Yuan Boyang finally noticed her.
Hey--
"Oh?" What's the reaction? A big living person appeared out of thin air in front of you? And they also wear Hanfu costumes that many modern people don't recognize! This guy is really slow.
Jia Qingming thought helplessly.
"Little girl Bai Ling, it was the first time to meet her husband."
Bai Ling saluted gently, and his gestures seemed to Qingming to be exactly the actions of "the little girl is polite" in the costume TV series.
"Ah. My name is Yuan Boyang."
What is going on with this harmonious scene?
"This is my business card." Bai Ling handed a cardboard card very skillfully. Yuan Boyang raised the unbroken arm and took it.
Qingming leaned over and saw several standard bold prints of "Stealing the Heaven Pavilion Strange Incident Office", and the name of "Ms. Bai Ling". The contact information was also attached below, including phone number and...
The address of a treasure online store?!
Jia Qingming had an expression of seeing a ghost.
"You can come to me if you have any wish to be realized, troubles you encounter, or even some strange and unsolvable things. As long as you pay the corresponding price, your wish will be fulfilled."
It's like an insurance salesman's face. Why are you so skilled?
"Well, I will definitely come to visit if I have the opportunity."
It seemed that because the crisis was resolved, everyone became more relaxed.
At this moment, Jia Qingming suddenly realized that his body was moving. He knew what the reason was, and it wasn't the first time, but it was not surprising. After all, the ghost of the house ghost is still attached to his body.
The house ghost controlled his body and walked over to the "sir god" who had been unable to move and shrank in the clay head.
"Why? Why do you want to do such a thing? Why... hate them so much?" Jia Qingming, or more appropriately, asked the ghost of the house ghost inside him.
"They?" The ancient god sneered, "It's just a group of ungrateful people. They are damned, I just hate that I am not strong enough. Today I am defeated by such an expert, and I am convinced. But I misunderstood you. Qi Xiaocheng, I thought you really love that woman named Jiang Zhi."
"What are you talking about? I really love her!"
"Ha...hahaha! You saw the people of Shenting Village kill her with your own eyes, and they set the fire to cover up their fear of accidental killing! In this way, you are just fools left over from the old age and refuse to escape from the ruined temple. , And were finally buried in the fire of the times. You dare not even take revenge, and you dare not use the power I gave you. House ghost, you are just a house ghost, with no amount of power, comparable to gods Strength can only shrink in this small corner."
"Jiang Zhi...you, the hateful lord, don't know anything! You are just a boring mud idol, born out of people's good wishes and hopes!"
"Are they good wishes? They are just trivial things, just for their own selfish desires... After they have better things to satisfy themselves, they naturally forget and abandon things like God. They make wishes everywhere, but never pay them back. . They held a grand ceremony, thinking it was the price of peace between people and gods as if everything was a deal with me. Is this such a good wish?" The god still said coldly.
"You guy! Jiang Zhi always believes in you... I believe you exist... She said... Lord God is always there, guarding everyone in the village. But you are for your own satisfaction... The selfish desires of people...for these boring things, is it necessary to destroy everyone’s happiness now? Why...the hatred that is clinging to the past? The children of Shenting County...Now they still chant the patron saint’s Songs. The child that day...the child who came to the temple and was scared away...that..." The house ghost said, his voice became choked.
Jia Qingming could hear his voice and even his heart's voice. It was a deep self-blame.
The child in the mouth of the house ghost is the girl who went back to the dormitory of Shenting County High School and committed suicide after seeing a ghost in the temple.
"The girl who was scared away by me...she...that day she was praying to Master Shen Ming for her studies...every time she came here... she would respectfully bow in front of the temple and say, "Master Shen Ming. Excuse me, Ah...but...but..."
The house ghost was already crying, tears streaming from Qingming's eyes, running down his cheeks, and falling on the cold ground with a clatter.
The god in the clay was silent.
Jia Qingming's eyes could see that the black air full of resentment was constantly shrinking. At the same time, the thick vines that bound it were also shrinking, as if they were dry plants due to lack of water.
"I'm sorry..." it said.
In the clay head, now only the clear spirit is left filling it. The clay that had lost its viscosity after too long, broke and loosened a little bit.
The cheek shaped by the whole clay was collapsing little by little.
"Miss Bai Ling..." the ancient god said, its voice was very weak and very apologetic, "I'm so sorry to let you risk coming here to stop me... But there is one more thing I want to trouble Miss Bai Ling next. , I don't know..."
"Yes. No trouble or trouble, but well—" Bai Ling smiled slyly.
Jia Qingming suddenly knew what she was going to say next.
"Just pay the corresponding price. But don't worry, Mr. Gushen can definitely afford the price. My estimate of the client has never been wrong. So, do you want to trade?"
"Yeah. Please. I think, do my best to continue to guard this place..." After saying this, the clay head of the ancient god was completely shattered, leaving only a piece of soil with strong spiritual energy, gently The ground falls in the center.
Xiao Hei walked over and wrapped it with the cloth he had found out of nowhere.
"Then, the deal is concluded, you can't go back," Bai Ling said softly.
"Okay, everything is resolved, then..." Jia Qingming was saying, he was actually going to go back to the house and get a good night's sleep, but again his body couldn't help but walk towards the wooden box with the bright red wedding gown.
He picked up the wooden box and walked slowly outside the temple.
He stood still in the courtyard outside the temple and put down the wooden box. This was once a courtyard that was carefully taken care of by Jiang Zhi every day, but now it is overgrown with weeds.
The bright wedding dress drenched in the rain, like a plant moisturized by water, giving off an extremely shiny luster.
"Thanks for helping me so much. Mr. Seimei...no retribution."
As if it was just a flash of time, he saw the almost transparent ghost of the house ghost standing in front of him, already out of his body, standing outside his body.
Jia Qingming almost forgot.
Even if the power of the house ghost has been absorbed by Xiao Hei, he can't avoid this...
The sky is still hazy, and black clouds hang down as if something is pressing on the ground one after another.
The thunder blasted and lightning flashed across the clouds as if a thunderbolt was brewing.
In any case, it has already attracted the catastrophe.
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