Chapter 24 Chapter Thirteen

"Report to the leader—the people in Xuelou have withdrawn to the foot of Vulture Mountain." The messenger disciple who came from the direction of Suzaku Palace was panting, prostrated himself under the marble steps of the temple, and reported, with unconcealable joy on his bloody and sweaty face. However, the woman who had been standing on the altar and looking towards the palace gate anxiously, suddenly had a complicated light in her eyes.He waved his hand and told his disciples to step back. Ming He lowered his head, smiled suddenly, and turned his head to look at Shi Bingling, a female astrologer who was also astonished: "Look, it's so simple! ——As long as we still have Shu Jingrong in our hands, listen No matter how powerful Xuelou is, he will rein in his horse, and dare not go beyond the slightest."

After a pause, the Lord of Worshiping the Moon had complicated eyes, and sighed slightly: "That person, is that important?" Silver-white long hair fluttered in the night. Bingling held a golden staff and looked up at the sky, but did not answer the leader's words, just blindly calculated in his heart, shaking his head in amazement-"Impossible...how could it be like this. Orbit, track……" "The tracks have already crossed, but this battle suddenly disappeared, didn't it?" Seeing Nu Shi's eyes, Ming He laughed and raised his head to look at the moon together, but his expression was complicated.

"No! It's not intertwined, but——" Bingling's eyes were even more surprised. She closed her eyes, as if she couldn't believe the star image she saw at the moment. When she opened her eyes again, she trembled suddenly after watching for a moment. Spit out a sentence, "The track disappeared!——" The hands of the female history of astrology gradually trembled. Looking at the stars that symbolize fate, years of hard work and insight, she thought that she could see through all the process of fate, and she couldn't help but blurted out in surprise. : "Master! What's going on? What's going on?—Where's the priest? Did the priest go to fight Tingxuelou after he woke up? Hurry up and send someone to find the priest!——He, has he just been listened to?" Master Xue killed?"

Hearing such an urgent inquiry, the face of the leader of the Moon Worship suddenly turned pale. "Oh, Bingling would be wrong." However, before the conversation between the two women could continue, a familiar voice came from under the altar, like an echo.Minghe Bingling both looked back, and saw a white dress climbing up the steps from the edge of the holy lake, and the gemstones in the brow rings were shining in the cold moonlight. Jia Ruo had already returned from Qinglong Palace, a lot of blood was splashed on his white clothes, but the calmness and evilness between his brows were as usual.

"Jia Ruo, the people who listened to Xuelou have already withdrawn!" Seeing him returning, Ming He couldn't hide his joy and went up to meet him. For some reason, when she saw the high priest in normal appearance, the female astrologer shuddered wittily, took a step back unknowingly, carefully looked at the white-clothed Jia Ruo, and suddenly felt unbelievable. Blunted: "You, you—are you dead or alive?! Just now, the moment the orbits intersected, the star in your destiny has disappeared out of thin air!——You, what are you...what are you..." "I'm nothing." Facing the pair of eyes observing the world, Jia Ruo's pupils were dark gray, and a sneer appeared on the corner of the priest's lips, "I don't know whether I am alive or already dead? I It’s a lonely soul wandering outside the Three Realms. —— Bingling, although you stayed at home and watched the stars by the holy lake for 25 years, your strength is still far from enough, so you can’t see through my fate——I Ten years ago, the star was already a phantom..."

The priest in white closed his eyes slightly, not knowing what expression he was hiding, but when he opened them again, his pupils were sharp: "So, what fate, what orbit, what destiny is all empty! —— I Fate is up to me, even if Yue Chenxing falls against the sky and rebels against fate, I will change the so-called 'destiny'!" In that case, the astrologer gasped—what she pursued all her life was just to have the ability to see the trajectory of fate—however, as the high priest of the Moon Worship Sect, she actually said such outrageous words! Before the astonished Bingling could refute, Jia Ruo had already turned his head, looked coldly at the Moon Worshiper, and suddenly sneered: "Minghe, you did a good job! ——This time the whole Moon Worship Sect almost fell apart. Extinct!"

Under his icy gaze, he was as arrogant as the Moon Worshiper, and he couldn't help but lower his head knowingly that he was justified, his fingers gripped the peacock gold robe tightly, biting the corner of his mouth and not speaking. "There will be no next time! Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking my promise and leaving it alone. The plan I arranged was completely disrupted by you!——" Seeing Ming He's expression, Jia Ruo was in the middle of scolding, but felt a little uncomfortable, The anger gathered between his brows dissipated, he sighed suddenly, and asked, "Where is Shu Jingrong? Keep an eye on her, and don't make any mistakes—you women really don't know why, why did you open the shrine to her? Are you crazy?" ?”

Minghe's face blushed for no reason, and he didn't dare to look up at the priest. He just grabbed his robe and bowed his head: "She has set up a barrier of blood-splitting Dafa in the temple, and she can't escape. And——" The Master of Worshiping the Moon paused, and suddenly his tone was a bit strange: "And she didn't want to run away at all...Holding that head, it was as quiet as death, and I couldn't hear her talking. When I opened the alcove and saw the head, Her expression is scary." "Qingming...Qingming." The white priest's fingers trembled suddenly, and he held his heart with his backhand, as if something was biting his heart, Jia Ruo's face was pale, and he blurted out a low voice.

"I'll go in and take a look." Jia Ruo's eyes flashed, his expression became unpredictable again, he frowned and moved forward. "Who are the people below?" Seeing the priest's steps, Ming He pointed to the people under the altar and beside the holy lake who were escorted by the disciples of the Moon Worship Sect and asked. Jia Ruo glanced at it, and said calmly: "It was the Tingxuelou troops who were intercepted and killed when I took back the Qinglong Palace." After a pause, the priest said: "Keep them as hostages, and restrain the disciples from killing privately to vent their anger— - Protector Guguang has guarded the Suzaku Palace, let him come back to clean up the mess in the palace."

Under the statue of the Moon God, thousands of candles and candles of thousands of trees flickered like falling stars. On the high throne, there is a statue of the Moon God carved out of a huge piece of Khotan jade. The statue is solemn, beautiful and graceful, quietly looking down at the empty hall, surrounded by the enchantment and surrounded by the scarlet-clothed woman in the lights. The sky outside has gradually brightened, a faint grayish blue, obliterating the stars and the moon. The cold wind from the distant mountains blew in from outside the hall, and the heavy curtains swayed like white clouds.

However, the woman in scarlet clothes didn't seem to see anything outside her body. She sat blankly all night in this deserted, but heavily guarded Moon God Temple, her eyes were empty, her body remained motionless like a dead body. Start position. The wound on her left shoulder had already been bandaged up by the Moon Worshipers, and the blood had solidified on the crimson clothes, turning into a shocking dark red, stiff and cold, piece by piece, but she seemed unconscious, just sitting there in a daze There, the eyes looked at the head held in the right arm without blinking. That familiar, distant face...pale but gentle and indifferent, with a look of compassion and insight between the brows. Qing Lan...Qing Lan! She wanted to reveal a trace of grief, but found no tears.At the age of thirteen, after seven days and seven nights of summoning spirits, she shed tears for almost her entire life, and that child grew up overnight—she never cried again. However, since the heart died ten years ago, death is death...why...why did she want to be surprised to meet Qing Lan again, and then let her lick the pain of eternal loss again. She stared at Qing Lan in a daze...the expression on her face was the last one from ten years ago. It was so peaceful and stretched, as if all wishes had been fulfilled, and there was no trace of concern——Qing Lan...Brother Qing Lan. She remembered that when she was eight years old, she called his name timidly for the first time, stretched out her hand, and hugged his neck in the boy's gentle eyes, and the flowers on the street were flying all over the sky. "Don't worry, I will always be with you." The young man smiled, leaned down and said to the child, his eyes were pure and ethereal. Qing Lan... Qing Lan.Are you like this, are you always with me like this? You lost your body and dissipated your soul, leaving only this smiling head, reunited with me ten years later?Is—is this how you keep your promises? Ah Jing's hand trembled suddenly, and the corner of his mouth was pulled slightly, as if he wanted to laugh.However, still did not say a word. In the Moon God Temple, the silence was like death. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps resounded in the hall, separated by heavy white curtains.Those curtains that fell to the ground fluttered slightly in the morning mountain wind, like white clouds surging. "Ming'er." The man brushed aside the heavy curtains and came over, calling softly, the voice was ethereal, like an echo in the empty valley. The trance-like state of the woman in scarlet clothes suddenly shook, she suddenly raised her head and looked outside the hall. The sky light came in, and the hall was full of light and dust, the man pushed the door and entered.Dressed in white, it was like a dream. "Qing Lan!" Seeing the look in his eyes, she blurted out and whispered.However, just as she finished speaking, she lowered her head and saw the head in her arms, her expression turned cold.Inch by inch, she raised her eyes, looked at him, at the priest in white who was walking over, and then looked down at the head with a smiling expression. Like fire and ice, the heart was torn in half.Suddenly, the woman in scarlet clothes burst out laughing. Those are Qing Lan's eyes... But Jia Ruo is not Qing Lan.Jia Ruo is not Qinglan! God created life, perhaps to let you see with your own eyes how cruel this world can be. When we reunited, it turned out that what Jia Ruo said to her meant so deeply. "You're not mistaken...these are Qing Lan's eyes." Jia Ruo walked up to her, raised her sleeves, brushed her hands, and the breeze swirled, and thousands of candles in front of the statue were extinguished in an instant, leaving only the light of the sky shining in. , through the snow-white curtain.The priest's white clothes were like snow, but his eyes were full of complex emotions that could not be seen to the end. He knelt down on a futon, leaned forward, and looked at the woman in scarlet clothes quietly until she stopped laughing uncontrollably. In his eyes, Ah Jing suddenly felt inexplicable familiarity and shock, staring blankly, his fingers trembling suddenly. "Ten years ago, Qinglan gave me these eyes, and asked me to protect you and Qingyu from the southern border for him—wait for him, and wait to see your return ten years later." Jia Ruo's hand He lifted it up, pressed it between his eyebrows, sighed and said in a low voice, and suddenly laughed, "Let me tell you what I am! ——Although many times, I don't know what I am. What is it." "Look at me. Look at me." The woman in scarlet clothes has been brought back to her residence from the temple. However, in the White Stone House, the priest looked at Ah Jing, who had been in a trance, and called softly, with a gentle expression, trying to regain her consciousness: "Ming'er , look at me—who am I?" Ah Jing's eyes slowly shifted from the head in the crook of his arm, inch by inch, and finally settled on the face of Jia Ruo who was close at hand, the divine light in his eyes spread out and then gathered, in a daze——and then What kind of despair and shock could make the female lord Tingxuelou who had been calm and silent all this time become like this. "Qing——" a word was slowly spit out from the mouth of the woman in scarlet clothes, but the next word was blocked.Ah Jing lowered her head, looked at the lifelike head of the young man in her arms again, her fingers trembled slightly, suddenly raised her head like lightning, stared at the priest in white clothes and long hair, and shouted sharply: "You are Jia Ruo!" Ah Jing's eyes were as bright and cold as lightning that parted the night. "Then, who is Jiaruo?" The white-clothed priest was not afraid of such a look, but there was a trace of a warm and unpredictable smile deep in his eyes, and continued to ask in a soft voice. "The high priest of the Moon Worship Sect. The man who manipulates evil spirits. Listening to Xuelou's strongest opponent this time." Looking at the pair of dark blue eyes under the forehead ring in front of her, the eyes of the woman in scarlet clothes slowly condensed, piercing like needles , spit out each word clearly, "—the murderer who killed Qing Lan ten years ago!" "Heh, heh..." Hearing the last sentence, Jia Ruo suddenly smiled strangely.He turned his hand back, supported his forehead, shook his head slowly, and lowered his eyes, as if he was trying to hide the look in his eyes again.However, suddenly, as if he could no longer restrain himself, he raised his eyes instantly, stared at Ah Jing, and repeated softly: "Look at me... look at me. Look at me." Ah Jing looked at him involuntarily, and suddenly seemed to see something terrifying, her hand shook violently, and the head in her hand almost fell to the ground!That's, that's— "Qing Lan? Qing Lan...Qing Lan!" Unable to bear it any longer, the woman in scarlet clothes exclaimed, subconsciously wanting to reach out and grab the person in front of her—the person with such eyes—but the priest on the opposite side just Smiling, looking at her, not speaking. "That's right, it's Qing Lan... You can also say that I am Qing Lan." The light in Jia Ruo's eyes flashed, and there was a slight change in the blink of an eye, but it lost the flash that had just gushed out and made the woman in scarlet clothes believe It was Qing Lan's eyes.The white-clothed priest sighed, and suddenly there was an expression of unspeakable pain between his brows. His fingers pointed to his heart: "Qing Lan is here too...he is here." "I know. I know everything. Those past, those childhood years... It's clear, as if it happened yesterday. It seems that when you turn around, you can see the flowers in Shensha Valley—" low The voice, spit out from the priest's mouth, seemed to penetrate fifteen years of time and space, and reproduced the past that only the two of them knew, "There was an eight-year-old child who stretched out his hand and called my name. my neck..." "That kind of tranquility and a touch of joy..." Jia Ruowei closed her eyes, and she didn't know what kind of look she had on her face: "Yes. Yes... I love that child. She is so withdrawn and proud, watching When she saw her, it suddenly made people feel heartache-heartache. Yes, heartache. The feeling of the moment I saw the stream for the first time was still so deep in my heart...It was a sudden heartache...she said, "Dad is dead, No one wants Ah Jing any more'——so, I smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will always be with you"..." Listening to such retrospectives in a daze, Ah Jing looked at the completely unfamiliar handsome face in front of him, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Actually, I have known you for many years, Ming'er. For ten years, Qinglan has coexisted with me." The priest in white suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a shining light in the dark blue pupils: "In the temple first The moment I fought against you for the first time and saw you, a voice suddenly uttered in my heart, saying: It’s her! It’s her! ——that’s... that’s Qing Lan’s voice that I swallowed ten years ago Ah! Unlike anyone I've eaten before, this boy has been refusing to be digested by me, stubbornly existing in my body." "I see you with his eyes, and I perceive you with his memory—afterwards, I don't know, is that Qing Lan's memory, or my own real memory?" Jia Ruo smiled, but , but there was indescribable sadness in his smile, he suddenly stood up with his hands behind his back, walked to the broken shrine, stroked the broken bricks that had been pried open, and suddenly sighed: "I tell you what I was originally thing--" He turned his head and smiled. For some reason, that smile seemed a bit scary to others. Touching the broken seal on the shrine, the priest in white uttered his biggest secret word by word—— "I am a ghost descending." "I don't know who my primordial spirit is...I only know that I have lived for hundreds of years. When Hui Ye, the founder of Moon Worship Sect, founded the sect, I was made into a ghost descendant, and my body sank in the holy lake Underneath—from then on, I became an invisible ghost descending.——You should have seen ghost descending, right?” Jia Ruo clung to the altar with his fingers, narrated lightly, and turned around to ask the woman in scarlet who was startled. Ah Jing's eyes changed drastically because of surprise—ghost drop?Jiaruo... Jiaruo is a ghost descending? ! The kind of ghost descending she had seen at the Jichuan Moon Worship Church Lantern Festival?That kind of eerie, mysterious, and nauseating ghost drop? Looking at the high priest of the Moon Worship Cult who is dressed like snow and looks like a heavenly man in front of him——Jia Ruo, the high priest who is regarded as a god in southern Xinjiang and whose spiritual power can peer into the heavens, Ah Jing can't compare him with that one. The vampires who have seen it are linked together. "Yes. It's like that - I used to be a human being...but the human memory has been blurred due to the long time. All I can remember now is that Hierarch Huiye drained all the blood from my body and turned me into a ghost Then, pierce her middle finger, and drip her blood between my brows—seven times in a row, so that my heart can control all my actions.” Jia Ruo shook his head, pressing his finger on the moon soul between his brows , the radiant light of the gemstone came out from between his fingers, but the voice of the priest who can now control the world still couldn't hide a trace of trembling, "It's very painful... It's been hundreds of years, and I still remember the blood flowing from the body drop by drop. The pain and fear drained from the inside! That insidious spell..." Ah Jing stared blankly at the "person" in front of him, seeing his expression, suddenly felt as if stabbed by a sharp sword in his heart, and lowered his head slightly while holding Qing Lan's head in his arms.After a long time, he said, "Then, why did you become a priest performing such insidious magic again?" "Oh, there is no way—" Jia Ruo smiled wryly and shook his head, "I have been doing ghost drop for hundreds of years—I can't do without that kind of magic. There is no way for ghost drop to escape the control of the host—almost For a hundred years, I have been a nameless, formless ghost descendant—the strongest ghost descendant of the Moon Worship Sect, manipulated by successive leaders to kill people..." He lowered his head and looked at the shrine—the bricks that had been pried off were earthy red, as if they were blood red blood. "I have eaten a lot of people—people with good spiritual power and some basic skills. Every time I eat a person, I absorb their power and make myself stronger." The white priest put his pale fingers on the Suddenly, on those earthy reds, he sneered slightly, and the light in his eyes was cold and bright, "At that time, I was nothing...not a person, nor a ghost. I didn't even have a name...and I couldn't think. I only knew how to go kill." Hearing those words, Ah Jing's hand trembled suddenly, and he lowered his head, looking at Qing Lan's smiling face in his arms, with complicated hatred in his eyes. "Later I got my own name——Jia Ruo, yes... that's the name." After reciting his own name, there seemed to be a sense of alienation. The priest in white suddenly smiled, and his eyes became indescribably gentle. ——However, it is different from Qing Lan's gentleness, "I like this name very much, and I also like the child who gave me the name." "—that child is called Minghe. It was the daughter of the leader Hualian at that time." Ah Jing was slightly taken aback, and looked up at him, but saw another kind of gentle smile in Jia Ruo's eyes - like another gentle and quiet eyes like Qinglan, unexpectedly appeared in the eyes of this evil and indifferent priest. She suddenly understood something. "Ever since I had a name, I have had the consciousness of 'I'. Heh... before that, this ghost can't think except for ordering to kill people." His shoulders slumped down, covering his eyes, but his voice was calm and joyful, soaked in the warmth of the past, "She is the pure-blooded son of the Moon God, so she can see the invisible me—almost It's been a hundred years, except for the host, that's the first person to talk to me." "I am very happy to have such a person... I also know that she will be the next Moon Worshiper, and I am looking forward to her becoming my host. ——That is the first time I have the feeling of 'expectation'." Jia Ruoxu He recalled slowly, but suddenly realized that he had said too much, deviated from the main point, shook his head, and turned the topic back, "Later, when the Moon Worship Sect was in turmoil in Nayan Village, they took the opportunity to destroy this The old enemy of the hegemony——Minghe brought back a white-clothed boy covered in blood. At that time, he was poisoned by the poisonous poison and blood curse of Nayan Village, and obviously exhausted all his spiritual power, and he was about to die..." "Ah?" Hearing this, the eyes of the woman in scarlet clothes suddenly lit up, she raised her head and looked at the priest in white. "Yes...it's Qinglan, it's Qinglan." Jia Ruo shook his head and smiled wryly, but his eyes were complicated and invisible. He pressed his fingers on his heart and sighed, "I've never seen such a soul. A person with amazing strength and outstanding talent... If, if he doesn't die, by now, the ability of magic skills should not be inferior to mine, right?" Pausing for a while, without looking at the pale expression on Ah Jing's face, Jia Ruo closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on his heart, as if something was about to burst out: "I want to eat him... However, I found that his mind power He is so powerful, even though his soul is about to disperse, he still refuses to transfer his power to me—I am afraid that once he dies, his spiritual power will be wiped out. So, I asked him, what wishes do we need to fulfill? He said--" Jia Ruo suddenly laughed, turned around, and looked at the life-like head in the arms of the woman in scarlet clothes: "That day, the Yanshan village mobilized and besieged the three of you—after that, all the Miao people in southern Xinjiang wanted to see you." To kill you and Qingyu—but with such a great power, it was unable to keep you two children, and allowed you to return to the Central Plains safely... Do you know why?" Before the woman could say anything, the priest in white laughed and pointed to the smiling head in Ah Jing's arms: "Look at his expression... look at his expression! He's so happy... after getting my promise, he's so happy Willingly be eaten by me—just in exchange for a contract, let me secretly protect you two juniors and younger sisters to leave safely! I secretly protected your two children to leave, do you know? Otherwise, you and Qingyu Hairy boy, he died in southern Xinjiang a long time ago!" "Snapped".Unable to keep calm anymore, Ah Jing's arm loosened, and the head rolled down from the trembling arm.The woman in scarlet clothes suddenly lost her eyes, and murmured: "Qing Lan? Qing Lan..." In the eyes that were thought to be dry, suddenly there were tears that could not be suppressed, and she raised her hands to cover her face. Ten years ago... Ten years ago, Qing Lan died because of her?Died ten years ago! ——My two disciples will eventually die for your sake. Baidi's prophecy resounded in his ears again, like a thunderbolt, cracking open the door of ten years of gray cold and heavy time. I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I never believe it! ——At that time, she retorted stubbornly in her heart without flinching. At most, no matter what, I swear that I will never kill Qinglan... Even if he wants to kill me, I will not fight back!I will never kill Qinglan.Never let that curse come true! ——From the age of thirteen, the girl gritted her teeth secretly in her heart and made a decision. However... that curse was actually realized ten years ago! No wonder... No wonder she has been asking everywhere for the past ten years, but she has never heard of him-it turns out that her destiny has already been forged.It was a waste of her ten years of worrying, ten years of struggling to make choices... everything was not based on her thoughts at all.The wheel of fortune had already run over them without a sound, leaving a bloody mess. "I ate him and gained his power. However, I also inherited his memory." Seeing the collapse-like reaction of the always indifferent woman in scarlet clothes, Jia Ruo suddenly let out a soft sigh and walked over. Looking down at Ah Jing, his eyes were complicated and he couldn't see the bottom, "Those people who were devoured by me before have never had such a high spiritual power—however, they don't have such a strong memory..." "That kind of memory rushed into my mind, disrupting all my simple memories for hundreds of years... How, how can people have such strong emotional power? Those people I have eaten before, their memories have been destroyed. I dispelled it, only Qinglan... only Qinglan's memory settled in my mind, never willing to disappear, reappearing from time to time-many times, I didn't understand, what was the memory of 'Qinglan', Or is it my own memories?" "The first time I saw you, a voice suddenly blurted out in my heart: 'Ming'er!'—I felt joy and shock at that moment... as if I was really Qing Lan myself!" Jia Ruo smiled wryly, shaking his head, Looking at the woman in scarlet clothes in front of her, her eyes were complicated, "That night you were poisoned and you were about to die, and you felt ashamed, and you would rather die than let you live--God, I... I can't tell the difference. I don't know if it's Qing Lan's memory or my own memory!" The priest in white pressed his heart in agitation, as if he wanted to dig out his heart to see clearly: "I finally understand... that day, it wasn't that I ate Qing Lan that got his power - but, it was Qing Lan and him. It's gradually devouring me!" Ah Jing was startled, and looked up at him.The complex light in the eyes under the forehead ring changes, sometimes familiar, sometimes unfamiliar. He...he—who the hell?Is it Qing Lan or Jia Ruo, or... nothing? Tears slowly overflowed her eyes, and the woman in scarlet clothes lowered her hands, with wet tears between her fingers—how many years?How many years have you shed no tears?Since summoning the soul at the age of thirteen, he left southern Xinjiang and traveled for ten years before the bloody battle in the Central Plains martial arts, until he attained the status and prestige of today—there are countless ups and downs, but there have been no tears for ten years. But today, I finally felt that the heavy inner barriers were suddenly broken, all my coldness, all my willpower was completely shattered, looking at Qing Lan's smiling face, suddenly, my heart was so weak that it seemed to return to the spirit of eight years old. Beside the stream... However, even though she stretched out her hand to a stranger for the first time like fifteen years ago, the other party suddenly turned into a phantom. Qing Lan's smiling face was just an illusion, shattered the moment her fingertips first touched him. The heart that was slowly indifferent in the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes suddenly felt the sting like it was ten years ago, and it was even more heart-piercing.The woman in scarlet clothes couldn't help but bend down, and raised her hands to cover her eyes. "Don't do this...don't do this." Hesitating, Jia Ruo leaned over, with a distant and familiar light in his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears on her cheeks—her tears dripped on his hands, suddenly Suddenly, there was a burning pain on the fingers.As if he had been scalded, he suddenly withdrew his hands, stood up, and backed away. Qing Lan...Qing Lan, did you see it?she is crying.Your Minger is crying. And you... and where are you?No one understands your feelings better than I do - not even this one she can understand.She was too young at that time... She was really too young, maybe she still didn't understand the kind of care and warmth she had encountered, and she still couldn't understand the deep feelings in your heart——Qing Lan, for you, you don't hesitate Use blood to replace a drop of her tear?So, you who are sleeping in my memory, do you want to use my hand to wipe away her tears? Of course, you can't... you can't.Qing Lan, I'm Jia Ruo. Because of this name, there is a ghost of self. Qinglan, you have something you protect, and I have mine—I have fulfilled your wish, watched her leave Southern Xinjiang safely with your eyes, and saw her come back to meet you ten years later... You should be satisfied. ——Now, it's my turn to realize my wish and keep my long-cherished wish, right? "Stop scolding, I know I'm wrong." In the temple, seeing the priest approaching, Minghe lowered her head. Even though she became the leader of the Moon Worship Sect, when he was really angry, she still felt as scared as she did when she was a child. Yes, Nana bowed her head, blushing a little, "I, I saw Qing Lan and her memory at that time - when you think of that memory, it will definitely stay in your heart, and suddenly... suddenly... I can't help but want her That wishful thinking is completely wiped out!" "Qing Lan is dead! Jia Ruo is just Jia Ruo—isn't it?" Ming He raised his head, the flush on his cheeks hadn't faded, but his eyes were clear, and he was fixed on looking at the priest in white. The wind from outside the temple blew in, and Jiaruo's white clothes fluttered like riding the wind.He stood at the entrance of the hall, and the light penetrated from the outside, making him look like a silhouette, so illusory and unreal. After a long time, without hearing his answer, Minghe suddenly became frightened for no reason—it's always been like this...it's always been like this!She didn't know the true thoughts in the heart of this "person", not at all. Five years ago, the two of them rebelled together and killed the leader of Hualian.The ghost that has been manipulated for hundreds of years has devoured the host, and since then there is nothing in the world that can control him—he has gained a body, got rid of the intangible and insubstantial state, and has become the current Fengshen and handsome priest in white.However... for some reason, for her, Jia Ruo, who can be touched, is even more elusive than before.Because, he is no longer a pure "Ja Ruo". "Jiaruo? Jiaruo?" While waiting for his answer, Minghe felt an inexplicable fear in her heart gradually disintegrating herself. She couldn't help blurting out, and asked in a low voice, her voice trembling. However, with a flash in front of his eyes, the priest did not move, and he had already moved in front of him in an instant. Jia Ruo didn't speak, just looked down at her, his eyes were gentle and calm, but there was an unspeakable pain far away. "Yes, Qing Lan is dead. Jia Ruo is not Qing Lan." Looking at Ming He, who has grown from a young girl to a peerless beauty, the priest in white was silent for a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice, "—Jia Ruo, it is Ming He. Jia Ruo. Twenty years ago and twenty years later, it was Ming He's Jia Ruo." "Jia Ruo!" Ming He was surprised, his eyes suddenly brightened, he raised his head to look at him, and blurted out joyfully, his cheeks were flushed, and he was so beautiful, "—you, how nice you are!" The priest in white lowered his head, his eyes under the forehead ring were as deep as the sea, and he smiled slightly as he watched her. Minghe's face slowly blurred in front of his eyes, turning into the appearance of the six-year-old child——Twenty years ago, beside the holy lake, the red lotus was like fire, and a floating cloud floated over, and the six-year-old child suddenly faced the air Saying: "Jiaruo...are you the one who blocked the sun for me?——You, how kind you are!" The beautiful child opened his hands to the air and smiled: "Jia Ruo, come over here! Let's talk, shall we?" As if a gust of wind had blown by, the child's hair fluttered slightly.However, she smiled at the air around her, and began to talk to herself—yes, that was her own Jiaruo.Only she can see Jiaruo. That ghost that has been manipulated to kill people for hundreds of years, has no thought and no entity.Only this child treats it as the only friend - because she is lonely too. As the pure-blooded son of the Moon God and the next Moon Worshiper, this six-year-old child grew up alone.Even though her "mother" has never hugged her since she was born, Hua Lian, like the previous leaders, only regards giving birth to a pure-blooded daughter as a form of magical practice.As the only priest and leader in the history of Moon Worship Sect, Hua Lian has wiped out all ordinary people's feelings. In the huge moon palace, only the two of them are the loneliest—however, it has been lonely for hundreds of years, and it has never known that this is "loneliness". Although the child is only six years old, he is born alone , don't know the difference between "lonely" and "not lonely". However, when it came back from being ordered to kill people as usual, and passed over the holy lake, it suddenly heard a childish voice at the bottom saying: "You are covered in blood! Why don't you go wash in the lake?" As the strongest ghost descendant of the Moon Worship Sect, it almost fell from the sky in shock—who?Who can see it? When it looked over, it saw a child with pink make-up and jade, who was bending over to play in the water by the holy lake, holding a handful of water, raised his head and said to it who was staring blankly in mid-air: "Look at you! Blood! Come and wash!" While talking, the child scooped up another handful of water from the holy lake and splashed it on it. With a sound of "swish", it jumped in fright, and immediately dodged away—however, it still felt the power of those vicious wraiths in the water.Although it is the strongest ghost descending, it is still extremely taboo against the power of the wraith in the holy lake. It can't believe that this child can play in the water by the holy lake without restraint? ! So, she, she is— "My name is Minghe! What about you?" Although it didn't open its mouth in mid-air, the child seemed to be able to hear its inner thoughts. The extremely beautiful child raised his head and smiled at it—as expected, She is the daughter of the Lord of Worshiping the Moon, so it is no wonder that she is not afraid of the power of the Holy Lake Wraith, and at the same time can see its existence. But the child's bright smile made this ghost who had just killed someone suddenly feel ashamed—name?It never had a name.A ghost descending, do you need a name? "Ah? How can there be no name? — There is a person's soul in the name." Although the child is young, when it comes to these magical things, he seems to know a lot.The child in Jinyi bit his finger and suddenly smiled: "It's okay! I'll give you a name...Jiaruo, okay? I just read the book "Jiaruojialan" this morning, it's a nice name~" Jia Ruo... Jia Ruo? "Jia Ruo, Jia Ruo! Come and see, is this lotus beautiful? Pick it for me..." “迦若，喂喂，我叫你呢！过来看，这段经文是什么意思啊？” “明天是天灯节，你陪我出去玩好不好，迦若？” 她说得果然没错——名字里有一个人的魂魄。就是这个孩子一声声的唤，将这个早已死了几百年的鬼降的魂魄，一丝一缕的从圣湖底下沉睡中唤起，回到它的心中。 有了这个名字，它才知道自己是什么——知道自己是什么，才知道外物是什么。 那个孩子一年年的长大，变得越来越美丽，不再是圣湖边上那个玩水的小姑娘，而成长为明丽绝世的少女——然而它依然是个不老、不死、不活的怪物——她二十多年来都是寂寞的，从来没有什么人可以说话。然而，二十年的孤寂，对于它漫长的永生来说，又算什么？ 它很害怕——怕眼睁睁的看着明河变老，衰弱，死去，而自己却依旧是不死的妖怪！ 她笑的时候，她发愁的时候，她蹙眉的时候，它永远只能“看着”——它没有手，没有形体，没有办法感知她。有时候，它想，如果自己有一双手，可以触摸一下那玫瑰花一样的笑靥，那么……就太好了。 “迦若……母亲大人又要你去杀人了？”渐渐长大，也知道了所谓的“鬼降”是怎么回事，明河眼睛里的忧郁却越发深，她总是看着它，叹气。 ——决裂的时机却是刹那而来的。集祭司和教主身份为一体后，术法境界到达拜月教空前绝后的强大，华莲教主开始更加不满足的追求“永恒的生”。 ——为了修习啖魂返生术，她到后来竟然想将唯一的女儿作为血鼎，炼制丹药！ 然而，这一次，华莲教主失算了……她派出去的鬼降，第一次挣脱了她的控制，违背了她的指令。在她要将女儿推入炼炉的时候，明河挣扎中激烈的反抗、划破了教主脸颊边的“月魂”——纯血之子的标志一破，华莲在措手不及中，被自己的鬼降吞噬。 它吃了她的母亲，获得了无上的力量，凝聚了血肉之躯。重生的鬼降，成了拜月教的祭司。从铜镜里，它看到了自己崭新的躯体：英俊而年轻的白衣祭司。 “哎呀！迦若？”它出现在她面前，明河惊喜的叫了出来，忘了提起长袍下摆就跑了过来，被绊了一跤——没有等跌下，它已经风一般地掠过去扶住了她。 她的手抓着它的手，有压迫力和温热——鬼降忽然笑了起来，它，不，他，终于有了自己的手，可以触摸到那个圣湖边的小女孩。她笑的时候，她发愁的时候，她蹙眉的时候，他都可以好好的守在她身边，为她守住她的教派，她的子民，让她这一生永无灾劫。 ——那就是他的愿望。 “你……你今晚和萧忆情定了约？”低下头去，想掩住飞红的脸颊，明河的手指揉着孔雀金长袍的一角，忽然想起了这个事情，身子蓦的一震，脱口问。 “嗯。”迦若垂下眼睛，微微点了一下头，回头看了一下外面的天色——南疆天气多变，清晨还是明朗的天空，如今已经积聚了漫天的乌云，荫蔽了白日，昏昏沉沉。 看着灵鹫山上变幻不息的风云，祭司的语气也是沉郁凝重的，一字一字：“这次萧忆情已拔刀出鞘，却被硬生生扼住了杀戮之令——只怕听雪楼建立至今，尚未有过如此之事。他这一口气积了二十年，要善罢甘休只怕难。” “我们手上有舒靖容，难道他真的敢攻入月宫？”拜月教主有些担忧，但是却仿佛说服自己一般，低低说了一句，“他不怕我们真的杀了她祭月？” “最好不要逼萧忆情做出抉择——目前要他暂退、已经差不多将他逼到了最大容忍度了。”白衣祭司负手站在祭坛白玉栏杆旁，沉吟着看天，忽然，不知为何轻轻笑了一声，不等明河发问，他摇摇头，自顾自说了出来，“何况我只怕真的下不了手——萧忆情心里恐怕也有几分把握、猜测我不会杀舒靖容——只是，即使是听雪楼主，这一次也不敢用舒靖容的命来作为赌注吧？” 眉间神色复杂变幻，仿佛思考着某种重大决定，祭司眼里神色瞬间万变：“萧忆情是何等人物？——一旦那个绯衣女子死了，月宫中必然玉石俱焚，鸡犬不留！成千上万人的血啊……那时候，必然要染红这个圣湖吧？” 被祭司语气中的寒意震慑，明河机伶伶打了一个冷颤，喃喃：“天！——难道、难道三代占星女史都预言过的'灭天之劫'，真的要应验在今日么？” “不止预言……我通过幻力，也能预见。这几年，我透视未来，总是看到灵鹫山和整个苗疆，都是一片无边无际的血红！……”迦若第一次说出了自己通过力量看到的未来，眼里的悲悯更重，“明河，我答应过你、要守住拜月教，所以，我哪怕粉碎星辰、转移轨道，都要化解开这一场灭天之劫。” 迦若的眼睛里，陡然升腾起了一片神鬼惊惧的亮电，祭司的手用力握在汉白玉栏杆上，抬头看着灵鹫山上翻涌不息的风云——已经快要下雨了，沉沉雨云积聚在山顶，昏黑一片，不祥而沉郁。 “最多……最多我们一不做二不休、把圣湖里的怨灵放出来！”咬着牙，拜月教主转过头，眼睛投注在月神殿上供着的那个天心月轮，眼里闪过不顾一切的冷芒，“如果萧忆情攻破了月宫，如果你有什么事，那么听雪楼的人、也别想有一个活着离开南疆！” “明河。”听得那样杀意惊人的话，白衣祭司的手颤了一下，忽然转过头，定定看着拜月教主，叹了一口气，眼里闪过说不出悲哀。迦若看着明河，一直看到绝美的女子微微有些不好意思起来，在他眼光里低下了头。 “你很美。”看着女子飞红的靥，迦若忽然微笑着，出人意料的说了一句。他的手指从白玉栏杆上松开，迟疑了一下，终于缓缓抬起，触及明河的脸。 酡红的脸宛如玫瑰花瓣，温热柔软，细腻如羊脂玉。 明河长长的睫毛陡然抖了一下，惊喜的笑意掩不住的流露出来，然而迅速垂下眼帘去，羞涩的低头，脸上却有了一个欢喜的表情。 然而，那个幸福醉人的神色尚未完全舒展，却蓦然凝定了—— 迦若的手在触及她的脸后，脸上温和的神色未敛，却忽然迅疾的转向、出指如风，转瞬点了她口、手、足、血、脉五处大穴！ 祭司这次出手，用的却不是术法，而完全是白帝门下一路的指法。那是“青岚”留在他身体里的力量——虽然修习术法的他，武学修为上还不到一流水准，然而此刻突然间出指点穴，却是快如电光火石，瞬间将拜月教主身形完全定住。 “迦若？！”明河根本没有料到祭司会在此刻忽然出手，她下意识脱口，却发现自己已经完全说不出话来了——那个瞬间，拜月教主怔怔看着眼前的白衣男子，脸色苍白如死。如果不是迦若方才同时封住她的气脉和血脉，心中蓦然如刀绞、只怕立时要呕出一口血来。 “明河……明河。”看见她这样的眼神，迦若陡然间叹息，额环下深色的眼里有深深悲悯，仿佛不知道该如何说下面的话，顿了顿，嘴角忽然泛起一个温温凉凉的笑，叹出一口气来：“——你知道我最怕的是什么吗？不对，不是听雪楼会灭了拜月教，而是……而是圣湖里怨灵这几百年不灭的力量啊！你是纯血之子，从来感觉不到这股力量的阴毒可怖，而我——几百年来操纵这种力量的我，却了解的清清楚楚……” “连我都不能不害怕啊……明河，你却不知道那是什么样的祸患。”白衣祭司站在祭坛上，看着阴云密布的山顶，和台阶下那片湖水，眼睛里有深远的忧虑，“我最早的尸身、也被沉在那里吧？还有萧忆情的母亲……几百年来，这里积聚了多少死灵？太可怕……足以扰乱天地啊。而你、居然要任性地将它们放出来？！——一旦湖水干涸，死灵逃逸，这才是所谓预言中的'灭天之劫'！” 迦若蓦然回首，定定看着明河，眼神里，有说不出的决然，仿佛已经做出了一个什么重大的决定，眉目间反而松弛开了，神色平静：“真是罪大恶极啊……几百年了，拜月教就依靠着这样污浊邪恶的力量源泉——操纵者不知道那些沉在湖底的怨灵的痛苦……但是我知道。这滋味我尝了几百年！不可以再继续了，明河。” 那么……迦若，你要来结束它么？怎么可能结束它？ !几百年了，对于这日益强大的阴邪力量，只能够勉强压制，时时送上祭品安抚，即使拜月教历代祭司，都没有办法消弭它！ 明河想问，然而没有办法开口。 白衣祭司笑了，显然直接从她脑海里读出了她的想法，眼神却是从容平和的。他低下头来，叹息着，将双手放到明河的肩上，轻轻拍了拍：“放心，我会守住誓约的——拜月教会保全，我要将几百年的怨毒都消弭掉……明河，只是怕你任性，所以我要你暂时不要管这里的一切，由我来处理，好么？” 什么好不好……分明就是料定了我不会答应，才先下手为强！ 明河恨恨瞪着他，然而虽然术法对于拜月教主来说毫无效力，可武学对于她来说却和对普通人一样有效。全身已经丝毫不能动弹，她只能用眼神透露出抗议不服，无法可想。 “今晚我去和萧忆情见面——事情当有个了断。”迦若叹息了一声，伸手挽住她的手，轻轻用力，已经将她拉起，往神殿密室走去，“明河，你什么都不用担心……有我在。你好好睡一觉——一觉醒来，什么事都解决了。” 白衣祭司的眼色沉静温和，拉着她，穿过重重帷幕走向内堂——拜月教中只有祭司和教主才能进入的内堂。那些绣满了曼珠沙华和凤尾罗的帷幕飘飘荡荡，宛如白云，虚幻无定。 let me go!let me go!我才不要睡……我才不要睡！迦若，你要干什么？ 狠狠在心里斥问着，然而明河却没有一丝力气——因为血脉被封，她甚至没有办法停止对于祭司的“逆风”，作为他大逆不道以下犯上的处罚。 气急，两颗大大的泪珠从颊上蓦然滚落，流过那一弯金粉勾出的弯月。 将明河送入密室，扶她坐下的迦若猛然一颤——那泪水落在他手上，温热而湿润。 “你好好休息，不用担心。”他低头，对她微笑，不敢看她熊熊燃烧的愤怒的双眸，“很快，什么事都不会有了……都会解决了。” 迦若！迦若！ 眼睁睁的看着密室的门在眼前缓缓阖起，她在内心撕心裂肺的叫着他的名字。 然而，那个行出的白衣祭司头也不回，恍如未闻——恍如她叫的不是他的名字。 你要去干什么？What the hell are you going to do!你今晚要去和萧忆情判生死决高下么？ 可为什么……为什么要禁锢我？你心里、你心里究竟有着什么样的打算！为什么从来不肯告诉我……从来不肯告诉我！ 门一分一分的在眼前阖起，她的眼里，终归只剩下了无边无际的黑暗。 白衣祭司从空无一人的大殿穿过，只有那些帷幕在雨前的风里飘飘转转，恍如一梦。 他的袖子被风吹起，飘飘洒洒，和经幡垂幕纠缠在一起，连无形的空气中、都仿佛有什么在尽力挽留着他离去的脚步。 然而祭司的脚步丝毫不停，“嘶”一声轻响，雪白的长袖解不开缠绕的结，生生撕裂。 出的神殿，仿佛什么终于卸下，迦若在门槛外顿住脚步，回视那一扇关上的密室的门，眸中，不知道是什么样的表情——忽然间，身子微微一倾，等举手捂时已经来不及，殷红的血从指间溢出，溅落在白袍上。 “呵，人的身体，这样……这样的娇贵么？”举起手，在眼前看着，指间血迹淋漓。白衣祭司却忽然笑了起来，眼神冷淡，充满了轻蔑。 灵鹫山上，密云不雨。天色已经黯淡的犹如黄昏到来，雨前的风吹在脸上，湿润清新有如泪水。惊雷一次次的劈下，然而却无法照亮人内心最深处的黑暗。 “风起——雨来！”仿佛无法忍受雨前这样的气氛，白衣祭司忽然脱口召唤，站在神殿台阶的最高处，手指指向高天，作起法来。 风雨呼啸，闪电的光芒陡然照耀了天地。