Chapter 1615: Turning danger into good fortune, and bringing good fortune in death
“Replaced...”
Hearing this statement, Ye Qiutang was stunned for a moment, and then his body began to tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know why, but she was afraid, a fear she had never experienced before, as if she had inadvertently peeked into the secret of heaven.
She also felt the weirdness that Song Tianyang mentioned, but she was far less sensitive than Song Tianyang, and she was not so specific as to be "replaced".
Now that the conversation has been opened, Song Tianyang has nothing to worry about. He pondered for a moment and continued: "Miss, I want to ask you a question, do you remember how we came to this temple? ”
"We...we walked a long way and saw a group of monks carrying torches, and then..."
"What about before that?" Song Tianming suddenly interrupted, "Before that we had another What are you doing? "
This sentence seemed to directly hit Ye Qiutang's pain point. She opened her mouth and thought for a long time, but did not say a word.
“Huh——” Seeing this, Song Tianming let out a deep breath, “It seems that the young lady is the same as us and only remembers these things.”
“We...we were lost in the mountains. They lost their way and strayed into the most dangerous misty forest in Lingnan. We were all poisoned and passed out. Fortunately...fortunately, a gust of wind dispersed the poisonous miasma at the last moment, and we were able to save our lives." For some reason, Ye Qiutang said these words out of nowhere. Something completely ingrained in her memory.
"Is this really true?" Song Tianming's voice was not loud, but powerful.
Hearing this, Ye Qiutang's head began to hurt. She covered her head. It seemed like something was moving inside. Because of the severe pain, she couldn't think normally at all. "What do you mean, you... What do you want to say "
"This is not reasonable at all!" Song Tianming seemed to be suffering from great pain. He was holding the Fountain tightly in his hand, and the edge of the ancient coin was not sharp and cut him. In the palm of his hand, blood slowly seeped out along the fingertips.
Song Tianming opened his eyes angrily, bloodshot, "I don't need to say how severe the poisonous miasma in Lingnan is. Once encountered, the humans and beasts that enter are almost dead. In the sixth year of Emperor Mingzong's reign, A group of tantric lamas in Sita Lin did not Fortunately, a team of hundreds of people encountered a poisonous miasma, but only one person survived."
"The only surviving monk went crazy and told everyone that there was a monster in the poisonous miasma. Dead.”
"I once saw the corpse of this eminent monk. The corpse was immortal after death, and his face was lifelike. There were even signs of rejuvenation, and the joints could be turned over like a living person. Those foolish believers still shouted about the golden body of Buddha, the soul boy. Reincarnation, you’re confused! It’s obviously... it’s obviously evil energy entering the body. If it’s not dealt with, the monk’s body will be exhumed!”
“Fortunately, there are experts in Tantric Buddhism who are in charge. Finally, after expelling all the believers, a secret sealing ceremony was held. After sacrificing six Tantric lamas as human beings, they were reluctantly sealed, and the body of this eminent monk was sealed. There is no way to keep it, and in the end we have to destroy it.”
“Miss, we have been trapped by the poisonous miasma for a long time. , In a place like that, all the eminent monks and lamas of Tantric Buddhism were wiped out, let alone us people?”
“No one of us died, we all came out in good condition, including the slow-moving old woman? And Xiaotong, is this possible?”
Song Tianming’s words were like a nail driving into Ye Qiutang. Her head seemed to open a window to her memory. In her memory, they got lost and encountered a poisonous miasma. When they were about to die, a gust of wind blew away the poisonous miasma, and then...then they woke up, After that, they met Jiangcheng Wang Fugui and the two who were unconscious after falling off the cliff, and finally came to this strange precepts-holding temple...
Now when we put all these things together, it is not only unreasonable, but also a fantasy novel would not dare to write like this. Surviving from the poisonous miasma after just sleeping is not something that can be explained by a lucky fate.
"You...just say what you want to say!" Holding back the severe pain in his head, the ferocious-looking Ye Qiutang was convinced that he had grasped the key.
Song Tianming's face became more ferocious, and veins popped up on his forehead, "Although we don't know what happened, we must have encountered terrible things in the poisonous miasma. We...we were trapped by those things Replaced, or rather a few of us People have been completely replaced!"
"They are no longer the people we know, even... they are not even necessarily people!"
"It's not just them, we... Maybe we are not either!”
"I suspect we are still in that forest, that poisonous miasma!"
Song Tianming's words became more and more sinister and confusing as he spoke, but the strange thing was that Ye Qiutang could understand it in the chaos. Some.
Song Tianming's face became more and more ferocious, and blood even flowed out of his nostrils. He suddenly grabbed the blood-soaked Fountain, and used the not-sharp edge to slash the center of his eyebrows. The taut flesh cracked, and blood dripped along the forehead.
While he was finally awake, Song Tianming gasped, "Miss, last night...when I came back last night, I secretly made a hexagram. The weird and complicated hexagrams are the only ones I have seen in my life. The direction we are in, There is also no way to understand the origin and final direction of everything. Through the interpretation of the hexagrams, it seems that the temple we are in does not exist at all."
"I was worried that the stars in the night would disturb the hexagrams I made, so I gave it to the lady and others! Everyone around me has a seal of fate.”
"How's the hexagram?" Ye Qiutang asked. At this moment, she had to hold on to something to barely stand still.
Song Tianming's face was filled with a layer of despair, which was a cyan color with a dead color, and his voice also trembled, "Dead, we...we are all dead!"< br>
“There is no vitality, and the situation is endless. According to the fate map, we are neither humans nor ghosts now. I can’t decipher the true meaning of the fate map, but...but it is definitely not alive!”
This sentence is useless It seemed like the last straw that broke Ye Qiutang's life. The old man in front of her was one of the top magic masters in the dynasty. If he was helpless, then today would be...
"No chance of survival" The situation is endless..." Ye Qiutang forced himself to calm down, "Sir! The lack of hope does not mean that there is no hope, maybe... maybe it's just that we haven't found a way out for the time being."
These words were almost just to comfort himself, but they had an effect. Song Tianming, whose face was covered with blood, stared at his blood-red eyes, "I gave Jiangcheng Wang Fugui another hexagram, and their hexagrams are completely different from ours. "
"They are living people, at least for the time being, especially Wang Fugui, whose fortune-telling is surprisingly good, turning misfortune into good fortune, and turning disaster into good fortune. "(End of this chapter)