The sound lingered in the cave for a long time, and the echoes came in waves like waves.
For the rest of my life, I didn’t know what these words meant, and I didn’t bother to think about them carefully.
At this time, the rest of my life was like being fished out of water, with sweat dripping from the tips of my hair, as if I had just recovered from a serious illness or had just given birth to a child.
His face was pale and weak, and his long hair stuck to his forehead. He weakly raised his hand and patted Aunt Qing's hand, "I'm too tired. Let's sleep for a while."
My aunt carefully put Yu Sheng in the tent, stood up and looked at the darkness deep in the cave, a bad premonition came to her heart.
When Yu Sheng went into the cave, Po Meng, who was far away in Yangzhou, was drinking comfortably on the Zhaixing Tower.
When leaving, Yu Sheng left the mundane affairs of Zhaixinglou to her to take care of.
Although the city lord's palace has an iron abacus, everything is arranged in an orderly manner and she cannot interfere, but the power in Granny Meng's hands is still considerable.
At least she can sit on the roof of the Star-Zhaing Tower, look at the starry sky, the lights of the city, and drink century-old Shaoxing wine with Mapo tofu. For the time being, only she can enjoy it.
The legs were hanging under the eaves and swinging. Looking down, one could see the crowds coming in and out of the Zhaixing Tower. The crowds were like ants, and the noise of people drinking and drinking could be heard.
The city lords have left one after another, but the Star Reaching Tower is even busier.
Not only the Yangzhou people came in to try the food of the city lords out of curiosity, but there were also businessmen from all walks of life.
They will be responsible for transporting the Shaoxing wine from Zhaixing Tower back to the city lord's palace in each city, and will also drive the business of Shaoxing wine in each city.
As a ghost, Po Meng was not very interested in these things. In her mind, these people were just like they are now, as insignificant as ants.
She raised her head to drink a glass of wine. The stars in the sky shone brightly, and even the twin moons did not diminish their brilliance.
"It's the best place to drink under a starry sky like this." On the rooftop where only the wind was ruffling my clothes and hair, a voice came from behind.
"The best place for ghosts to drink." Po Meng Po poured herself a glass of wine without looking back.
"Haha", the person behind smiled softly, "The dignified God of Shuo, the Lord of all ghosts, the guardian of the ghost city, has now become the guardian of the Star Reaching Tower..."
He walked towards Po Meng step by step, "Perhaps it can be said that I became the son of King Donghuang..."
"One, one, dog." He leaned down and whispered every word in Po Meng's ear.
In an instant, Po Meng's body sitting on the edge of the eaves turned into a cloud of smoke and rushed towards the Donghuang Divine Witch who had taken a few steps back.
The short, fat and kind-faced wizard had a brush, and he held three sticks of incense between his fingers. The smoke from the incense rose straight up on the windy roof, like a line.
When Po Meng was attacking, the shaman shook the three sticks of incense in his hand, and the three cigarettes blocked Po Meng.
When Po Meng, who had turned into blue smoke, appeared behind him, the witch fanned his left hand and inserted three cigarettes like knives into Po Meng who had just appeared.
Po Meng's figure disappeared in an instant and turned into a ball of smoke.
"What am I saying?" The magician turned sideways to avoid the green smoke, with a calm expression.
The shaman clasped his hands together, holding three incense sticks. He bent down to avoid Po Meng, then spun attentively, causing the incense to draw three lines on the ground.
Strangely enough, after being dyed, these cigarettes stopped on the path drawn by the witch and did not move away even if the wind blew them.
"The soul is immortal and reincarnation continues. Only by becoming a ghost can one be liberated. This is your ghost path. Are you afraid you have forgotten it?"
After the wizard dodged the green smoke again, he stuffed three incense sticks into his mouth, waved his hands, and the line drawn by the cigarette that had just stopped in the air immediately tightened, covering the green smoke like a net.
The green smoke turned into Po Meng's figure, her hair was flying and her clothes were rustling.
She was not afraid of the thread net, and stretched out a stream of green smoke with her left hand that turned into a sword, and struck at the incense thread.
After being slashed two or three times, the net made of cigarettes finally broke, but the witch then spit out three sticks of incense towards Po Meng.
Suddenly, all the cigarettes rushed towards Po Meng as he puffed out.
Po Meng was forced to take three steps back, and then she saw the cigarette disappearing in the wind, along with the sword made of green smoke in her hand.
"I am also from the Central Plains." The wizard stretched out his hands behind his back, "I also crawled out of that cursed land."
"I also have a dream, not only to free people from the invasion of monsters, but also to free themselves from the slavery of inferior gods." The wizard said, "I have been working hard for this."
He stared straight at Po Meng, "What about you, do you still remember the promise you made when you committed suicide and became a ghost?"
"Burn my body in raging fire..."
The magician was reciting, and heard Po Meng start reciting too, so he stopped and listened to her reciting, "How joyful is life, how painful is death. Kill demons and die as a martyr."
"There are no more saints. The only one who can save humanity now is ourselves. Are you willing to stay here and be busy for the Son of God?"
"God does not save people, only people can save themselves." The witch said, "It's not too late to wake up now."
"Papa", Mrs. Meng clapped her hands and said with a smile: "That's right, but we are from two different walks of life. I understand the way of ghosts, and you practice the way of exorcising ghosts."
Ghosts and exorcisms are incompatible.
"But we have one thing in common." The witch's expression did not change, "We all believe that ghosts are the shortcut for humankind to achieve glory."
Po Meng stopped talking. She took ten steps to kill one person and one step to get one. The purpose of her ghost path was to induce people to become ghosts.
After being blown by the wind for a long time, Po Meng sighed and said, "You came to me not just to talk about these things, but you don't have enough ghosts in the witch garden, so why don't you come to me for begging?"
The magic witch smiled, "Of course not, I'm here to make a deal with the Lord of Ghosts."
"What deal?"
"Ghost Wen." The witch said, "It is said that the ghost ways of the Lord of Ghosts come from ghost wen. You also know that many witchcraft in Lingshan also come from ghost wen."
As he said that, the wizard took out a piece of turtle shell and said, "We can make an exchange. The ghost writing on this turtle shell is also about ghost cultivation."
It has to be said that Po Meng's heart was moved. She stared at the turtle shell on the witch's hand for a long time without hiding her desire at all.
After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the witch, "Even after staying in the jar for so many years, Lingshan's habit of collecting turtle shells has not changed."
"Do you really believe that ghost writing is the writing of God?" she asked.
In the belief of Lingshan, there is a Heavenly Emperor in heaven, and the words are the words of the Heavenly Emperor, while the Lingshan shaman is responsible for the important task of communicating between heaven and earth.
In other words, Po Meng is not just asking about ghost writing, but whether she really believes that the way of heaven is not a rule, but a spiritual being.
The magician put his hands behind his back and raised his head, looking at the shining starry sky and the slowly moving moons, with a longing look in his eyes.
"Where did the world come from?" the wizard suddenly asked.
Po Meng shook her head.
"In the legend of the Giants, Pangu opened up the world; in the legend of the King of the Eastern Wilderness, all things originated from the four seas; the three kings told the world that the Great Wilderness has always been like this."
The wizard smiled and shook his head, "Where did Pangu come from, where did the sea come from, and where did the great wilderness come from?"
"The records of the earth are recorded between the six directions and within the four seas. They are illuminated by the sun and the moon, meridians are used by the chen, and the four seasons are recorded. The main points are Tai Sui, born by the gods, and their objects have different shapes, and they may die young or live long." He said.
He lowered his head and looked at Po Meng, "It is the Emperor of Heaven who controls everything, and the world becomes what it is now."
"The Emperor of Heaven is the only true god."
These were too profound. Po Meng shook her head, looked at the turtle shell in the shaman's hand, and brought the topic back.
"I am now bound by the curse of King Donghuang. For me, lifting the curse is more important. You should keep this turtle shell."
"Curse?" The wizard was puzzled. He suddenly realized it after listening to Po Meng's explanation.
He actually tried to kill the King of Donghuang. The witch looked at Po Meng with admiration and said, "The witch academy has a ghost inscription that can lift the curse. If you don't see it, I won't have it in hand. You have to wait for a few days."
"I'm not afraid of waiting."
The magic witch nodded, and when he was about to leave, he turned back, "That kid is not in Yangzhou City now."
"So what, you dare to demolish this building?" Mrs. Meng said angrily.
The wizard was choked, he really didn't dare to do this.
But this is not important. The witch looked at Po Meng and said, "The wish he made prevents you from killing innocent people indiscriminately, but you can still practice your ghost way."
In the wilderness, I don’t know how many people are still alive, and I don’t know how many people hate monsters and beasts.
"With just a little guidance, many people will follow you and die as martyrdom in pursuit of the road to becoming stronger."
The magic witch smiled slightly, "Isn't this considered killing innocent people indiscriminately?"
Po Meng's eyes suddenly brightened, shining brighter than the stars in the sky.