Heavenly Dao Formula

After the other party turned around and left, Li Cai shook his ears and said, "Leave him alone, let's fulfill Her Royal Highness's request first."

"En." Xia Fan looked at the other person's back for a moment, then moved closer to Shiting.

Although this is not a royal cemetery, it is obvious that not just anyone can be buried here. For example, there is only one tombstone in the burial place in front of us. The pavilion is more like a shelter, covering the heavy stele to protect it from the sun and rain. Before entering the stone pavilion, there is a long and thin staircase.

However, the long years have made these creations old and mottled, and moss has climbed all the way from the pillars to the roof. There are accumulated fallen leaves everywhere around, and the deposited water vapor cannot be released, so it is fermented and deposited here, and it smells like rotten wood.

The sweepers seem to care more about the cleanliness of the road here, and will not go into the depths of these tombs.

Following the bluestone steps and coming to the tombstone, Xia Fan let out a slight snort.

"What's wrong?" Li asked from behind.

"Here...someone has been here."

"Let me take a look." The fox demon leaned forward and carefully looked at the altar below. "Indeed, the incense in this ash basin should have just been burned, at most... just a day or two."

"Not only that." Xia Fan pointed to the stele and said, "The stone used for this tombstone is basically the same as that of the pavilion, but it is far better than the pavilion in terms of cleanliness and cracking. This shows that someone is taking care of this place, and the frequency It’s not too low. Otherwise, if the rain comes in, the edge of the stele should be covered with moss.”

"Will it be the princess' friend?"

"According to Ning Wanjun, no one in Shangyuan City can do this for her." Xia Fan shook his head, "A friend who is close to her can often come to visit the grave, how could she not know .”

Li's eyes moved, revealing a look of surprise, "Could it be that... is that person?"

"This doesn't make any sense. If the Son of Heaven still has nostalgia for the third princess' biological mother, why should she be reduced to this situation? Even if she regrets it later, her cemetery can be moved to the royal cemetery on the top of the mountain." Xia Fan thought, "The most important thing is that the concubine is dead, but the daughter is still alive. If the emperor realizes his mistake, he will definitely find an opportunity to communicate with Ning Wanjun. But in fact, the princess went to the border until she was entrusted. In Jinxia City, there is no tendency to reconcile with the other party. This can only show that the emperor has never paid attention to his third daughter."

"That's right." Li scratched the back of his head, "Then I can't think of other possibilities."

"I'm afraid Ning Wanjun will not be able to guess this answer, so let's not waste our efforts."

Xia Fan took out a handful of joss sticks, lit them, bowed three times in front of the tomb, and then inserted them into the ash basin.

Green smoke rose slowly, climbed up along the tombstone, and quickly disappeared into the cold white mist.

Through the curling smoke, Xia Fan remembered the other party's name.

Autumn rhyme.

When he was about to return, Qianyan suddenly asked to go to another cemetery.

It was not far from the place where the concubine was buried, only two forks away, but it was obviously much more desolate.

Moreover, this place is more like a cemetery for uniform burial—both the size and shape of the stone tablets are quite consistent, and they are neatly arranged far away.

"It's still here..." Qian Yan's tone showed a hint of surprise, "I thought it's been so long, they've already moved in with someone else."

Xia Fan's heart trembled slightly at the words of staying in, "Have you been here before?"

"From Yongchao to Qiguo, many battles were fought around Shangyuan. The disciples of the Fang family and the living dead who died for this were all buried in this cemetery."

Only then did he notice that there was more than one name engraved on each tombstone, and some even had as many as a dozen names.

In front of a tombstone, Qianyan stopped and slowly squatted down.

"Do you need incense sticks?" Xia Fan asked.

"No need." She shook her head and whispered, "No matter what is left here, it will not be conveyed to them."

"Xia Fan." Li suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and whispered in his ear, "Look at the name on the stele..."

Xia Fan squinted for a while, then opened his mouth in surprise.

I saw one of them had the word "Qianzhi" written on it impressively!

And before and after this person, there are several names beginning with thousands.

"What's going on here?" He couldn't help asking, "Isn't Qianzhi still alive and well?"

"She is alive, but it is the current Qianzhi who is alive, not the former Qianzhi." Qianyan said calmly, "At that time, people couldn't tell whether the living dead were seriously injured and fainted, or they were really dead, so they were counted as killed in battle. In addition to worrying that the corpse will be used by magic, only the stele is left in the cemetery, but no one is left, so no one will change the content on the stele in the end."

"What. That is to say, it's just a statistical error for Qianzhi to appear on it..." Xia Fan was stunned when he said this. It seemed to be hiding something else, not as indifferent as she said. "Wait—not the former Qianzhi, what do you mean?"

"Before the living dead wear this talisman ribbon, rebirth is no different from death." She held up the cloth strip like a decorative belt behind her head, "The living dead who wake up from the recovery will not remember everything in the past Things, even xinxing will be reshaped. Although the Fang family improved this situation later, relying on talismans to strengthen memory and perception, only more than half of it will be lost after recovery, and xinxing can be preserved, but this remedy cannot go back a hundred years. Before. For them, once asleep, never wake up again."

Having said that, Qianyan wiped the tombstone with his hand, "Xia Fan, let me ask you... what proves a person's existence is this body, or the memory that constitutes this person's life?"

The answer to this question is obvious.

"Consciousness determines the self."

"I think so too," Qianyan sighed, "that's why I keep a distance from other living dead, especially Qianzhi. Sometimes I even hate her, because she is completely different from the person I know, and she was obviously very close I used to get along with her, but now I look at her like a stranger."

Xia Fan knew where her complicated emotions came from.

"Qianzhi doesn't know this?"

"Yes, she had a few accidents later on, and I can't even remember how long she lived, but at least after getting the strengthening talisman, her xinxing has not changed. Anyone who sees her will feel that She is the 'thousand know'."

"Since she won't suddenly become a complete stranger like in the past, maybe you should accept her as a newborn person instead of comparing her with the former Qianzhi." Xia Fan explained.

"It's true to think so, but sometimes consciousness doesn't easily accept rational judgments." Qian Yan stood up, "Don't worry, it's been so many years, I won't be affected by emotions long ago."

She was calmer than he thought, Xia Fan realized. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I can't tell." Qianyan thought for a while, "If I have to have a reason, probably you are an outlier just like me."

"Heterogeneous?" Li couldn't help but said, "Even if he looks a little strange, it's because of the listener, right?"

"I thought so too at first, but after getting in touch with you, I realized that this is not the case." Qianyan turned to look at Xia Fan, "I have seen more than one listener, but no one is like you. The so-called listener, It’s just a person who has been exposed to some secrets or techniques, and you... are different everywhere. After thinking about it, only the title of alien is the most suitable. Maybe in the end... there will not be a single person in this world. A person can really understand you."

"..." Xia Fan fell silent for a while.

"Help me keep it a secret from Qianzhi." She glanced at the tombstone, then walked towards the exit of the mausoleum area, "Let's go back."