After calming down, Lin Qingwu put away her sword and bowed to Yun Ziyue to apologize.
Yun Ziyue waved her hands and didn't care.
Seeing how generous she was, Jiang Ranchen looked grateful, "Girl, you are the first person to arrive here. Do you know who Taoist Songhe and the others were persecuted by?"
"Xing Yan." Yun Ziyue said the murderer's name openly.
Hearing this, Jiang Ranchen's body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's him again!"
Yun Ziyue knew why Jiang Ranchen hated Xing Yan so much. After all, the massacre of the Jiang family was caused by Xing Yan.
For Jiang Ranchen, Xing Yan is his sworn enemy and the only motivation for him to embark on the path of spiritual practice.
Not long after the news of Xing Yan's bloodbath in Liuxian Town spread, many people came from all directions to help with the aftermath.
Songhe has a good reputation and can be said to be a highly respected person in this area.
Therefore, his body was not placed in Yizhuang like the other people, but was placed alone in the temple.
In the main hall, Lin Qingwu knelt in front of the soul, piously and deeply adding paper money to the brazier.
Songhe once taught Lin Qingwu martial arts, so she truly respected Songhe.
In the evening, except for Jiang Ranchen and Lin Qingwu who stayed vigil in the main hall, everyone else went to the backyard to rest.
Yun Ziyue lay on the cold wooden bed and tossed and turned, recalling the plot in the book. After Song He died, Xing Yan made his body into a royal corpse and used it as a killing tool.
She knew that Xing Yan's last move was the key to turning Song He into a corpse.
But she didn't feel anything suspicious on Song He's head. She thought that the bone nails that the Xing Yan pierced into Song He's head must have been made of spiritual power, so she couldn't see or touch them.
It's late at night and the moon is high in the sky.
Yun Ziyue got out of bed and quietly walked towards the main hall in front.
In the main hall, Lin Qingwu was still kneeling in front of the soul, while Jiang Ranchen was sitting on the threshold outside the main hall with his sword in his arms.
"Miss Ziyue, why are you here?" Jiang Ranchen was slightly surprised, stood up and let Yun Ziyue into the hall.
"I'll take your place. You've been here for so long, so you should go and rest for a while."
Lin Qingwu shook her head, her beautiful face a little pale, "It doesn't matter, Taoist Master Songhe was kind to me, and I should keep vigil for him."
"Then how can it be done? Your body will definitely not be able to bear it if this continues. Tomorrow afternoon we will bury Taoist Songhe and those people, and you will be busy then."
Yun Ziyue forced Lin Qingwu to stand up, snatched the paper money from her hand, and knelt down on the futon on the ground.
Seeing this, Jiang Ranchen also advised: "Miss Ziyue is right, Qingwu, you should go get some sleep."
"Mr. Jiang, you can go too. I'm here to guard you, don't worry."
Yun Ziyue's tone was sincere and her eyes were pure. Jiang Ranchen couldn't bear to refuse her kindness, so he nodded, "That's fine. I'll go back and make some adjustments. Then I'll leave it to Miss Ziyue first."
As soon as Jiang Ranchen and Lin Qingwu left, Yun Ziyue immediately stood up from the ground and circled Songhe's body three times from the left to the right.
Although she couldn't see it, she could feel the anger rising around Song He.
Once such a thing is successfully made into a corpse, it will definitely cause great killings.
After thinking about it for a moment, Yun Ziyue took out a talisman she had drawn in the room from her arms and slapped it on Songhe's forehead.
This was a soul-purifying talisman, and she didn't know how effective it could be. At least it could suppress Songhe's evil spirit.
Kneeling down on the futon again, Yun Ziyue casually scattered a thick wad of paper money on the ground, and then "accidentally" knocked over the ever-burning lantern in front of the tomb.
The lamp oil poured out, and the flame "popped" and ignited along the traces of the lamp oil flowing.
Soon the paper money scattered on the ground started to burn, and even the futon she was kneeling on was not immune.
About to catch fire, Yun Ziyue stood up calmly, watching the rising flames ignite the white cloth covering Songhe's body, the corners of her lips curved slightly.
Suddenly, Yun Ziyue felt an inexplicable chill coming from behind her, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at her in the dark night.
Suddenly I turned around and saw Jiang Ranchen walking over from a distance.
"Ah, it's on fire..." Yun Ziyue sighed secretly, immediately pretending to be frightened, and hurriedly rushed to attack the flames that had formed in front of her.
When Jiang Ranchen discovered the situation, he quickly ran into the hall, threw the fire and said urgently: "Miss Ziyue, what's going on? Why is it on fire?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I accidentally knocked over the ever-burning lantern on the ground..." Yun Ziyue looked guilty and apologized again and again.
Jiang Ranchen frowned, his handsome face extremely serious. Seeing that the flames had burned Yun Ziyue's sleeves, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold her.
"Don't come forward, it's too dangerous." Jiang Ranchen patted out the flames on her sleeves and dragged her out of the hall.
"Come here, put out the fire quickly!"
Jiang Ranchen shouted loudly, and on the other side, Yun Ziyue took advantage of him and rushed into the fire again.
"No, this fire started because of me. I can't just leave Taoist Songhe's body alone."
Yun Ziyue blamed herself so much that she rushed into the fire regardless of her own safety, braving the flames and trying to extinguish the flames that had burned Songhe's body.
When Jiang Ranchen saw her doing this, he immediately gave up the doubts in his heart.
It seems that she accidentally knocked over the ever-burning lantern. Otherwise, how could she risk her own life to put out the fire?
"Miss Ziyue, come back quickly!"
In a short time, the hall was already raging with fire, and Jiang Ranchen could barely see Yun Ziyue's figure in the thick smoke.
In desperation, Jiang Ranchen took off his robe and put it on his head. After taking a deep breath, his figure quickly disappeared into the smoke.
"Ranchen!" Lin Qingwu hurried over and saw the thrilling scene of Jiang Ranchen throwing himself into the fire.
At the same time, everyone who was awakened in the backyard hurried over.
In the chaos of the war, some people brought water to put out the fire, but it was all in vain in the face of the monstrous fire.
"Ranchen, where are you? Miss Ziyue, come out quickly!" Lin Qingwu was extremely anxious, but the fire in the hall was so fierce that no one could be allowed to get close.
"Put out the fire, put out the fire quickly!" Lin Qingwu grabbed the bucket from the hand of the person next to her, rushed up the steps and poured it into the hall.
A bucket of cold water was poured on the fire, but the fire did not diminish at all.
"What should I do, what should I do..." Lin Qingwu's eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, through the flickering firelight, she saw a group of shadows quickly approaching the door.
"Ranchen!" Lin Qingwu shouted in surprise. The moment she saw Jiang Ranchen's figure clearly, tears accumulated in her eyes rolled down.
Jiang Ranchen rushed out of the fire scene with Yun Ziyue, who was already unconscious, in his arms. He looked back at the hall that was completely surrounded by flames and said in a deep voice: "We can't stay here anymore. The fire will soon ignite the surrounding buildings. We must leave as soon as possible.
here."
"Then, what to do with the body of Taoist Songhe..." Lin Qingwu wiped her tears and mumbled.
"Cremation is a good idea. Let's bid the Taoist Master his last journey here."
With that said, Jiang Ranchen took the lead in bowing deeply towards the main hall, during which time his hands kept holding Yun Ziyue firmly in his arms.
