The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 294 Chen Xuanwu dies and Ji Ping’an worships at the mountain ([-] words, please subscribe)

Regardless of it... the God Emperor nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Although he is a martial artist and currently walks around the world as a puppet, his basic vision is still online.

As for Ji Ping'an, he could see at a glance that this so-called "fog ghost" was somewhat unusual.

If it were just the feng shui of Beiling's landform and spiritual elements were revived, although the souls could be gathered and hidden in the wind, after the death of ordinary people, even if their souls were preserved, they would not be so vicious.

But right now, Ji Ping'an's purpose is clear, and it's important to reunite with Chen Xuanwu first.

This little thing is not worth wasting energy.

The plain expressions of the two of them were even more mysterious in the eyes of Ruan Xiu and Zhao Dengke.

Obviously, this young Taoist priest whom they had not paid much attention to before was a truly capable practitioner.

"what--"

At this time, Feng Wu, who was lying on the ground not far away and fell into a coma, woke up and attracted everyone's attention.

The warrior in black attire had a splitting headache. He struggled to sit up and saw Ruan Xiu and Zhao Dengke staring at him nervously.

"Master... Junior Sister..."

Feng Wu's voice was hoarse and his whole body was weak, "What's going on..."

His eyes were no longer covered with gray, and his pupils returned to normal, except that the circles under his eyes were darkened, as if he had stayed up late for several days.

Ruan Xiu held the sword cautiously, only to hear Ji Ping'an's faint voice coming from behind:

"His soul has been traumatized, but he is no longer seriously injured. He will recover in a month of rest."

Ruan Xiu then put down his guard, dropped his sword with a clang, and recounted what had just happened with red eyes.

Feng Wu broke into a cold sweat after hearing this.

In his memory, after walking out of the ruined temple, he walked in the mist for a while and heard ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Then it seemed like a shadow came over me, and then I lost my memory.

Now it seems that he has encountered a method similar to "ghost possession".

Fortunately, he has good martial arts skills and a strong soul. Otherwise, ordinary people would not be able to just rest for a month if this happened to them.

After learning that it was Ji Ping'an who rescued him, Feng Wu hurriedly got up, and the three of them saluted together:

"Thank you sir for saving your life. I can't repay you."

Ji Ping'an waved his hand and declined their offer of silver. He turned over and put away the bowl, looked at the increasingly light fog outside, and said:

"In a while, we can be on our way."

The God Emperor looked at the Tsing Yi book boy expectantly:
"How far is it?"

The cowardly little book boy recovered from the shock and looked at Ji Pingan with admiration and awe:
"It's not far away. We'll be there in half an hour's walk."

……

After a small episode, nothing happened again.

After about a cup of tea, the fog completely dissipated and the sky returned to normal.

Everyone in the temple extinguished the flames, got up and continued on their way.

The God-Emperor seemed quite excited along the way. Thinking of the upcoming reunion with his old brother, Little Fatty curled up in the book box and almost laughed out loud.

About half an hour later, the two sides separated at a fork in the road, and Ruan Xiu and his party headed towards Beiling County.

Ji Ping'an and the others went to "Chenjia Town".

Watching the "master" leave, Ruan Xiu let out a breath, then got on his horse and said:
"Let's leave quickly. Without the protection of the experts, we have to hold on tight. If we encounter any sneaky things again, we will be in trouble."

After a disaster, the arrogant Feng Wu learned his lesson and said to Zhao Dengke without saying anything arrogant:

"Students, when you get to the county seat, you deliver the letter and then we'll leave. I always feel that Beiling is an uncomfortable place. Speaking of which, where exactly are you asked to deliver the letter?"

Zhao Dengke was also frightened and said:
"That place name is quite weird. I'll wait until I find someone in the city to find out."

the other side.

Ji Pingan and the others continued walking, and finally arrived at Chenjia Town about half an hour later.

The Chen family's house is located in the center of the town, the most magnificent building.

But when they arrived, they saw from a distance that the plaque on the house had been replaced with white characters on a black background, the lanterns had also been replaced with white, and white silk hangings were hung.

A sad style.

There were still sporadic people coming in and out of the door.

"what happened?"

The God Emperor was stunned for a moment, and the joy in his heart suddenly solidified, giving rise to strong uneasiness.

Ji Ping'an also narrowed his eyes and looked sideways at the Tsing Yi book boy, only to see the latter looking equally confused as he quickly walked into the mansion.

As a result, I saw along the way that the servants in the mansion were all wearing white silk ribbons, and the air was filled with heaviness and depression.

"Steward, what's going on in the house?"

The book boy caught the steward of the Chen family. When the latter saw him, he opened his mouth and sighed:

"Second Young Master, it's gone."

a bolt from the blue.

At this moment, not only the book boy in green, but also Ji Ping'an and the God Emperor who came in felt like they were struck by lightning.

The younger generation of the Chen family does both, which is exactly the identity of "Chen Xuanwu" in this life.

"How is that possible?! Master, wasn't he fine the other day?"

The boy in green clothes cried out.

The steward seemed to have explained it several times, and immediately finished describing the matter in the most concise words.

Just a few days before Tsing Yi Shutong returned, one day, Chen Xuanwu finished practicing and fell asleep and never woke up again.

When he was found early the next morning, he was already dead.

The master of the Chen family was so distraught that he couldn't believe it. He asked famous doctors in the city and even local Taoists to come and see him, but they couldn't find the cause.

It can only be speculated that there was something wrong with the brain or heart, leading to sudden death.

"Now the young master's body is placed in the coffin in the hall. There are rituals in the house these days. Alas, you came back a step late." The old steward sighed repeatedly.

"How could it be like this...how could it be like this..." The young scholar in green stumbled and fell to the ground, unable to accept the blow.

Being assigned by Chen Xuanwu to deliver a message to Yuhang is enough to prove that he is the second young master's confidant.

What's more, in this era, there is still a relationship of honor and disgrace between master and servant.

With the second young master gone, the scholar's status in the house will plummet.

Xuanwu is dead... dead... At this moment, the God Emperor only had this thought echoing in his mind.

The anticipation and excitement I had when I arrived have long gone.

"Impossible! There is definitely something wrong!" The God Emperor suddenly said sternly, and the puppet's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

If it is just a mortal, it is indeed possible to die suddenly, but if it is a monk with cultivation level, it is too far-fetched.

Especially when it came to the "Reborn Ones", after the initial shock, Ji Ping'an and the God Emperor immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Who are you?" His sharp shout attracted the attention of the old steward.

However, the next second, the God Emperor took a step forward and rushed towards the inner courtyard, with Ji Ping'an following closely behind.

"Hey, who are you?"

"What about the invitation?"

"Who brought you in?"

"Come here, someone is breaking into the house, stop them!"

Along the way, some servants noticed something unusual and shouted loudly.

But where can I stop it?The God-Emperor, who was in a state of shock and anger, no longer had the playful and smiling face of the past.

At this moment, his face was as sinking as water. Facing the servant who was blocking him, he raised his hand and grabbed the servant, then threw the servant high into the water pool in the distance.

"Be careful! He's a martial artist!" The Chen family is a local rich family, and they still have some background.

There were also warriors guarding the courtyard in the mansion. When they saw this, someone immediately raised an iron bar and hit him.

But he saw the God Emperor grabbing it with one hand, and with a "bang" sound, he grabbed the iron rod with one hand, but his body did not move at all.

Then, under the horrified sight of the nursing home, he raised his body and the stick together and charged forward brazenly.

"boom!"

A courtyard door was knocked into pieces.

In the front courtyard, an offering table for the ritual appeared, filled with incense, candles, copper stoves and other objects.

There are also Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes holding peach wood swords and bells to perform rituals. The Chen family also gathered here.

Suddenly interrupted, he suddenly turned his head and looked over, and then he saw the martial artist wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a book box throwing the guardian with one hand and smashing the desk.

Then, the God Emperor and Ji Ping'an locked onto a room with coffins in front of them.

Going straight there, Ji Pingan made a hand gesture and pointed towards the ground.

Mr. Chen was an old man with gray temples. He reacted belatedly and said in shock:
"Who dares to break into my Chen family?!"

An old woman next to him even whined:
"They are going to break into the mourning hall, stop them...stop them quickly..."

Needless to say, a group of old and young people from the Chen family in the courtyard rushed to the mourning hall and tried to stop him.

However, the next second, everyone hit an invisible barrier.

A wall seemed to appear in the air, with faint ripples rising.

At this time, Ji Ping'an and the two of them had already stepped into the mourning hall without looking back, and the door slammed shut.

"Monster...monster..." Mr. Chen looked horrified.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came from behind, and the Tsing Yi book boy and the old steward ran over. The former heard the words and said loudly:
"It's not a demon, that's the immortal master from Qintian Prison!"

……

Inside the mourning hall.

As the door closed, Ji Ping'an casually threw another talisman to seal the door and window, and it immediately became quiet.

In the center of the mourning hall, there was a coffin. The Emperor raised his hand to hold the coffin board and opened it with force.

"Peng!" With a sound, the heavy coffin board flew up like a turntable, spun around in the air, and fell to the floor, raising smoke and dust.

Ji Ping'an stepped forward and saw that the coffin was covered with silk cloth and the corpse of a young man looked calm and motionless.He is about [-] years old, with a dark complexion, a well-proportioned figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Although his appearance is different from that of Chen Xuanwu back then, the expression between his eyebrows is slightly similar.

"Not breathing, absolutely dead." The God-Emperor took a breath, opened his eyes and glanced, and suddenly said:
"But after several days of death, no body spots have appeared!"

According to the customs of the Zhou Dynasty, after death, a person will lie in the mourning hall for seven days. Legend has it that after seven days of death, the soul will return home to say a final farewell.

Only then will the coffin be completely sealed and buried.

Ji Ping'an raised his hand and pointed it like a sword, his nails suddenly lit up, and he touched Chen Xuanwu's eyebrows, heart, and Qi sea in sequence.

After feeling for a moment, he exhaled:

"Although the spiritual essence in the sea of ​​​​qi has escaped, there is still a little bit left, and the sea of ​​consciousness is empty."

The God Emperor's face changed slightly: "You mean, his soul has been lost?"

Ji Pingan nodded and said solemnly:
"There are no traces of fighting techniques. It should be that he encountered an enemy who was good at the soul. In addition, he was not reborn for a long time, and the integration of the soul and the body was not deep enough, so he was taken advantage of.

At present, the soul is out of the body and cannot be traced. The physical body has not decayed due to the accumulation of spiritual elements, and it still maintains vitality. However, if this continues, when the spiritual elements in the sea of ​​​​qi completely escape, the body will rot, and even if the soul returns, , can’t survive either. "

"Peng!"

The God Emperor was furious and slapped the coffin board with his big hands. The solid wood coffin was dented with fingerprints.

At this moment, the emperor who had gone through many battles in his previous life and created a dynasty had no concealment of rage and murderous intent in his eyes.

He is completely different from the chubby little guy he used to be. In other words, this is what he really looks like when he is angry.

The emperor was furious, bleeding and drifting away.

"Who is it? Is it my unworthy descendant who struck first?" The God Emperor was anxious.

Ji Ping'an said expressionlessly:

"It's unlikely. If the court wants to arrest someone, they can just come to the door. Moreover, don't forget that although Xuanwu is a martial artist, he followed me as a star officer back then. The strength of my star officer's soul is not inferior to any inheritance. And. Experts who are good at divine souls are very rare in the imperial court."

The God Emperor calmed down a little after hearing this, and suddenly remembered the fog on the way here:
"Could it be that it's nearby..."

Ji Ping'an shook his head and spoke quickly:
"All speculations are just speculations. The whole story can be investigated later. The top priority is to find Xuanwu's soul as soon as possible, if it is still there."

The God Emperor's eyes were anxious: "How to find it? Shall I interrogate the Chen family?"

Ji Ping'an sighed: "I've seen it with my clairvoyance. They are all mortals. What can I ask?"

The God Emperor cursed: "What should we do?! If Xuanwu dies, we..."

Speaking of this, even though he was a puppet, the first-generation God Emperor actually choked up.

Along the way, he was looking forward to meeting his old brother again day and night, but unexpectedly, he was greeted by the news of Chen Xuanwu's death.

But as a martial artist, he had no strength but was helpless.

Ji Pingan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, seeming to suppress the emotions in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, all the emotions had collapsed and restrained:

"Defend the law for me."

The God Emperor stared at him: "Do you have any idea?"

Ji Ping'an raised his hand and grabbed it. A chair flew over from the corner. He sat down and kneaded his eyebrows:

"With my current level of cultivation, I can barely try to rely on the medium to go back in time."

If it were in the past, if Ji Ping'an wanted to investigate something, he could go back in time to a place.

But Chen Xuanwu died a few days ago. Even if he went to Chen Xuanwu's room to deduce, with his current cultivation level, he would not be able to go back to the night of his death.

But there is another way for star officials to look back, which is through the media.

The God Emperor was stunned for a moment and said worriedly:
"Is that okay? Didn't you say that we reborn beings cannot be divined at all because of the star fragments in our bodies?"

Whirlpools appeared in Ji Ping'an's eyes, and he suddenly said:

"But the fragments are bound to the soul."

The Emperor was taken aback.

The fragments are one with the soul of the reborn person, not the body itself.

But now Chen Xuanwu's soul has disappeared, which means that the star fragments have disappeared together with the soul.

What is in the coffin is now only the physical body of the "Second Young Master of the Chen Family".

But the eyes of this body must have "seen" the murderer.

This also means... you can do divination!
The God-Emperor's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were filled with brilliance, as if a man in despair finally saw the light of day.

He nodded and said:

"I'm here to protect the law, but it takes too long. Can that be done?"

As an old friend, he is well aware of the limitations of Star Officer's abilities at each level. To forcibly reverse time for several days, even if a monk is used as a medium, the power required is not something Pojiu Realm can bear.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Ji Ping'an said in a calm voice as he took out a porcelain bottle with pills inside.

The next second, two astrolabe shadows appeared in his eyes, and the Qihai Lingsu burned:
"It's going to be a long time this time."

He stared at the coffin, and the surrounding scenery began to distort, quickly retreating, and scenes of light and shadow emerged.

……

……

Outside the mourning hall.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was dark in the blink of an eye, and the lights were lit in the Chen family's house.

But Wuyangyang, a family of dozens of people, was still gathering in the courtyard.

Mr. Chen sat on a bench, staring at the closed mourning hall, and couldn't help but hammer his waist.

"Dad, please go back and rest first. We will stay and wait." A middle-aged man said.

But Mr. Chen shook his head and sighed: "Where can I sleep?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the Tsing Yi bookboy standing in the crowd and confirmed again:

"Is that really an immortal master?"

The Tsing Yi scholar swore, and even took out the incident where the group encountered the fog ghost when they came back, which proved Ji Ping'an's power.

However, his age and status were not enough, and his statement could not be verified. The Chen family instinctively did not believe him.

Chen Xuanwu secretly asked him to contact Yin Yang Academy and did not inform the Chen family.

The reason why the book boy left was to go home to visit relatives.

As for Chen Xuanwu's order to go to Yuhang to contact Qin Tian Jian and other immortal sects... to the Chen family, it was undoubtedly like a book from heaven.

If it weren't for the invisible barrier before, it was really weird, and they wouldn't have believed it at all.

"But it's been so long, why hasn't there been any movement?"

Mr. Chen leaned on a cane and sighed.

The book boy couldn't give an explanation, so he could only say:

"Maybe the immortal master is casting a spell."

The Chen family shook their heads.

People have been dead for several days, and even the immortal masters in the imperial court have never heard of anyone being able to revive the dead.

In the anxious atmosphere, the night passed, and in a blink of an eye it was dawn.

The Chen family stayed up all night, but for some reason they didn't feel tired, but in high spirits.

When the dawn breaks through the night and the morning dew covers the grass and trees in the courtyard.

The fiery red maple tree in the courtyard also glowed fiery red in the sunlight.

In late autumn, the flowers and plants in the courtyard, which had long been in decline, miraculously became full of life.

"Squeak."

With the sound of the door opening, the Chen family members in the courtyard looked up from their half-asleep moments, and were surprised to find that the closed mourning hall had finally opened.

Then all of them froze.

In the room where the coffin was placed, clumps of green grass sprouted from the cracks in the bricks on the ground, and the flower branches placed in the room also bloomed.

The black coffin actually sprouted buds, and the branches dripping with water swayed gently.

Inside the mourning hall.

The God-Emperor, carrying a bookcase on his back and a long sword on his waist, opened the door.

His eyes swept across the faces outside the door coldly, letting the sunlight shine in, illuminating the ground inch by inch, illuminating Ji Ping'an, who was sitting on the chair with a pale face and a lot of energy.

"Immortal...immortal master...my grandson..." Mr. Chen stood up tremblingly on a walking stick and asked stammeringly.

However, Ji Ping'an only raised his hand and suppressed his words.

He poured the last pill from the porcelain bottle and stuffed it into his mouth.

Feeling the medicine slide into his throat, Ji Pingan slowly stood up and walked to the courtyard.

Ignoring these mortals, he raised his hand and struck at the fiery red maple tree in the courtyard.

One of the most beautiful branches was broken at the root and pruned in the air into a stick suitable for holding.

Pass yourself into Ji Ping'an's hands.

His tone was unusually calm, and his voice was smooth as he said:
"Keep an eye on him and wait for me to come back."

The next second, Ji Ping'an's figure suddenly disintegrated into a starry sky and disappeared into the sunlight, as if he had never appeared before.

……

Southwest of Chenjia Town.

ten miles away.

There is a mountain called Brokeback.

There is a pavilion on the mountain named Sanjiang. Among ordinary people, it is more respectfully called the "Sanjiang Sect".

It is the mountain gate of the local small sect.

This morning at the foot of the mountain, a young Taoist priest suddenly walked out holding a red maple branch.

Ji Ping'an raised his head, looked at the long and narrow mountain road, and vaguely saw a giant tree on the top of the mountain in the morning mist.

He took steps and walked up the mountain path. When he took the first step, countless red maples swayed on both sides of the mountain path, and autumn chrysanthemums crawled all over the mountain.

……

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