Lanke Chess Edge

Song Shichang walked into the small pavilion of Ju'an, subconsciously glanced at the well in the courtyard, couldn't help but recall the evil spirits in the well, and then looked at the trunk of the jujube tree in the courtyard.

"This jujube tree gathers spiritual energy all year round and surrounds it with spiritual wind, and it can even cleanse the turbid air. Mr. Ju'an's small pavilion is really not simple."

Ji Yuan closed the courtyard door and replied with a smile.

"It's because this jujube tree is not simple, it's not that my Ju'an Pavilion is not simple, please sit down, old city god, you and I just invite Xingyue to drink together."

"Haha, Mr. Ji's invitation, Song dare not refuse!"

Song Shichang stood in front of the stone table, waiting for Ji Yuan to come back after closing the door, and then he naturally sat down at the table with Ji Yuan.

"Song Chenghuang, please!"

"Mr. Ji please!"

After having a drink together, Song Shichang's slight sense of nervousness disappeared, and Ji Yuan was still the same Ji Yuan, but he himself seemed to be a bit confused.

"Ning'an County has been calm for decades. In addition to the stability of the yang, the care of the underworld is also very important. The old city god also contributed a lot."

"Where does it come from, a single yang cannot grow and a single yin cannot grow, and they always complement each other."

The old city god said modestly, picked up a piece of pastry and tasted it.

Ji Yuan is not quite sure what the purpose of the old city god's visit today is, after all, he is not a mortal, and has a different concept of time. It's nothing if he hasn't seen him for ten or twenty years, but he is not in a hurry. It's really just a door-to-door visit.

The two chatted a few words casually, Song Shichang talked about the not too big changes in Ning'an County, and Ji Yuan picked some not-too-exaggerated knowledge to talk about.

Before he knew it, it was nearly midnight, Song Shichang looked up at the stars, he could vaguely feel the power of the stars hanging down, and even felt a little bit of starlight around Ji Yuan's body in a trance. Nothing special.

"Mr. Ji, I am in a peaceful corner of Ning'an County. As the city god of the county, Mr. Song has little vision and little knowledge of the vastness of the world. You can only see a glimpse of its magnificence. You are the most powerful person among the people that Mr. Song has known." gone."

Ji Yuan did not refute these words, and there is no need to be humble, because this is indeed the truth.

"This time Song came to the door, in fact, he wanted to ask Mr. Ji a question."

"Song Chenghuang, please tell me."

"Um!"

Song Shichang nodded and spoke slowly.

"I, Song Shichang, have been the City God of Ning'an County for a long time. I was lucky enough to survive the collapse of the previous dynasty. Now it has been more than 300 years. Although my cultivation is shallow, I am contented and happy. The yin and yang of Ning'an County is Song who protects me. a volunteer."

"Lord City God, Gao Yi!"

Ji Yuan arched his hands to express his respect, Song Shichang didn't dare to accept the gift, and immediately returned the gift at the moment of Ji Yuan's hand.

"Sir, it's absurd. Isn't that what the city god is doing? I'm not talking about how great Song is, but about the years. In the past few hundred years, the city god has witnessed the lives and deaths of countless people, and also witnessed the death of countless ghosts. Dissipated, and my heart gradually became confused."

Song Shichang watched Ji Yuan's gradually serious expression, organized his words and continued.

"Ordinary people enter the underworld after death. If there are family members and priests, they can spend their Yinshou in peace, but if there are no family members to look after them, it will be a little bleak. But if there are no special circumstances, the soul will dissipate sooner or later. When the Yinshou is exhausted, the soul will disappear first and the three souls will be divided. The soul is annihilated, the soul of the earth enters the earth and ascends to the sky, and disappears in the heaven and earth."

"Um."

Ji Yuan nodded in agreement to show that he was listening. In fact, he listened very seriously. Compared with this kind of professional knowledge, he is definitely not as good as the old city god Song Shichang.

Song Shichang didn't directly ask the question he wanted to ask, but described in detail some representative souls recorded by the Yin Division over the years as examples with Ji Yuan.

Among them are evil people, good people and ordinary people, and even many ghost soldiers and ghost officials who are difficult to survive in the end.

It is also the first time that Ji Yuan talked with a ghost of the underworld in such detail about the ordinary souls in the underworld. Although people die, they are still a society in the underworld, and they still depend on the yang world in their lives, although the final destination is still the same.

He talked a lot, and Ji Yuan was not impatient at all. After listening for a long time, he could even vaguely feel the question that the old city god wanted to ask.

"The soul disappears like a lamp. When the human soul is extinguished, the two souls of heaven and earth are always connected to heaven and earth, and it is normal for them to ascend to heaven and earth, but Song accidentally discovered that there is also a heavenly soul walking with the remaining breath of human soul at an accidental moment!"

Ji Yuan sat upright and interrupted for the first time.

"Dare to ask Old City God, how many times have you seen such things?"

Song Shichang recalled and said.

"Such things are extremely rare. Ever since he accidentally discovered it more than two hundred years ago, Song has been paying attention to the disappearance of ghosts in the underworld. Even after seeing them again, he sent two chief officers to stay in the ghost town to monitor the matter. Including the last one, there are seven times in more than two hundred years, and of course I dare not say that there are no omissions."

"Seven times."

Ji Yuan frowned and pondered, how many people would die and how many ghosts would die in more than two hundred years, such a huge base, and under Yinsi's intentional observation, only seven cases were seen, which shows that this phenomenon is really very, very rare.

"It's not just that."

Song Shichang drank the wine in the glass again, the smell of the wine absorbed the water vapor and dissipated, as if he was a bit drunk, and then he continued.

"About six years ago, Song met a man in Chenghuang Temple."

"Cultivators?"

When Ji Yuan asked this question, Song Shichang shook his head and answered.

"No, a mortal is still a philistine businessman, and what he seeks is wealth. There is nothing special in itself, but this person is the same as the soul of a special case that disappeared decades ago..."

Song Shichang paused for a moment, then looked at Ji Yuan, and Ji Yuan had already guessed it.

Sure enough, what Song Shichang said next did not deviate from Ji Yuan's expectations.

"There are eight or nine points of similarity, or if it is not for the age difference, the similarity is probably ten!"

People have faces and souls. The former can be easily changed, or the child can inherit the image of the father. It is not surprising that they look similar, but the soul is unique, and it is also one of the means for ghosts and gods to see people. Some are similar without prediction and scrutiny. The art of hope.

Song Shichang recalled the surprise at the beginning, but he didn't look too shocked on Ji Yuan's face, he was slightly taken aback, thinking maybe Mr. Ji really knew.

"The merchant lived in the inn in the county back then. In order to prove it, I entrusted him with a dream that night, confirming that he had no blood relationship with the dead ghost back then, but a person from Kyoto. He came to Ning'an County to collect the documents, but this soul Xiang... this incident shocked me greatly, and Song also took the opportunity to ask the Great City God of Desheng Mansion, but he didn't know about it either."

Song Shichang looked at Ji Yuan who had been listening quietly without showing too much surprise.

"Mr. Ji is a person with great supernatural powers. When he woke up from a dream, he didn't know the time in the world. Can you explain this to Song?"

There is no theory of reincarnation in this world, but it is not without the reality of reincarnation. In fact, it is possible to do such things with a high level of cultivation, but it is extremely difficult, let alone ordinary ghosts.

So Ji Yuan is actually not as calm as it seems on the surface, but he has heard too much about reincarnation and reincarnation in his previous life, so he is somewhat resistant after all.

After thinking for a while, Ji Yuan pondered over and over before speaking.

"I don't know if the Old City God of Song Dynasty has heard of the two kinds of running water in the dragon family?"

"Walking water? Two kinds?"

Song Shichang frowned.

"If the dragon flood has reached the level of cultivation and wants to transform into a dragon, it will be the right time for the waterway. Considering the right time and place, the reason for making waves is to escape the water. There is another kind of song that I don't know."

"Well, that's right. Another kind of secret is barely a secret of the Dragon Clan. Hehe, of course it's not a secret that must be kept."

Ji Yuan smiled and explained.

"Actually, when dragons are about to die, most of them will not want their dragon souls to become ghosts. The vast majority of dragons will choose to carry out the last escape in their lives, dissipating their own essence and vital energy and leaving..."

Ji Yuan combined with seeing Mo Jiao go into the water back then, and discussing the matter with Lao Long, told Song Shichang in detail, and the latter also looked stunned.

"So, if there is a dragon with really good luck and talent, it may still reappear in the future. Although the body of the dragon may be different, it retains its original personality and most of its memories. It can be regarded as a kind of reincarnation and reconstruction."

"Reincarnation and rebuilding, reincarnation and rebuilding..."

Song Shichang muttered and repeated the new term twice, while Ji Yuan continued to speak.

"In fact, those people with high cultivation bases may also have more harmful methods. I don't speculate on the generation of immortal cultivators. Some demons are good at this way. They call themselves obsessed, but in fact only Some cases fit that title, and a small number of other cases... should really be called 'duoshe'."

Although it was Song Shichang's first time to hear the two words that Ji Yuan threw out, they were very concise and to the point. Combined with the content of the foreword, he could almost understand the meaning immediately after hearing it.

"Then what I've seen is similar to this?"

"Well, if the soul is really similar to this degree, then it can indeed be regarded as reincarnation."

Ji Yuan did not say "reincarnation", because it is an accidental event, and reincarnation is an event with active choice.

Song Shichang had been wondering about this matter for a long time, but now he heard Ji Yuan's explanation and knew it was a "normal phenomenon".

"Then is it true that those ghosts whose heavenly souls and human souls melt away together can have an afterlife?"

Ji Yuan shook his head.

"The genus of the Dragon Flood Dragon relies on its whole life of cultivation to win a chance. Does the old city god think that an ordinary ghost will have a certain chance at the moment when his lamp is exhausted and his soul disappears?"

Song Shichang was stunned.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Ji, for clarifying the confusion."

With Ji Yuan's answer, Song Shichang felt much more comfortable in his heart, and the subsequent conversation also moved in a casual and leisurely direction.

Before dawn, the Old City God got up to say goodbye, and Ji Yuan sent him to the door.

The two sides saluted and parted, but Ji Yuan still stood in front of the courtyard and meditated until he could not see the back of the old city god.

The ghost, whose oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, relies on a ray of remaining human soul to return to heaven at will, how can there be an afterlife? This is not a story about the six realms of reincarnation in the previous life, the hardships and dangers in it are absolutely extraordinary, and the dragon dragon has only a slight chance, let alone a human ghost.