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Song Shichang walked into the Ju'an Pavilion and subconsciously glanced at the well in the courtyard. He 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 is surrounded by spiritual energy all year round, and it can also cleanse the turbid air. It's really not easy to live in a small pavilion."

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

"It's because the jujube tree is not simple, it's not because I live in the An Pavilion is not simple, the old city god, please take a seat, you and I just have the ability to invite the stars and the moon to drink together."

"Haha, Mr. Ji invited Song, and he didn't dare to obey!"

Song Shichang stood in front of the stone table and waited for Ji Yuan to close the door and come back before he naturally sat down at the table with Ji Yuan. The latter had already set up a wine cup for Song Shichang and poured a glass of richly colored Huadiao wine.

"Song Chenghuang, please!" "Mr. Ji, please!"

After drinking a cup together, Song Shichang's slight nervousness disappeared. Ji Yuan was still the same Ji Yuan, but he himself had some grievances.

"Ning'an County has been calm for decades. In addition to the stability of the world, the care of the underworld is also very important. The Old City God also makes great contributions."

"Wherever you say, the only yang is not complete, and the only yin is not long. They always complement each other."

The old city **** said modestly, picked up a piece of cake and tasted it.

Ji Yuan didn't quite know why this old city **** was visiting today. After all, he was not a mortal, and his concept of time was different. It was nothing if he hadn't seen each other for ten or twenty years, but he was not in a hurry. It's really just a visit.

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

When it was almost midnight before he knew it, Song Shichang looked up at the stars, and could vaguely feel the power of the stars hanging down. In a trance, he even felt that Ji Yuan was also a little bit of a star, but he used his magic eyes to look closely. Nothing special.

"Mr. Ji, I am a remote corner of Ning'an County. As the city **** in the county, Song has a small vision and little knowledge, and he knows very little about the greatness of heaven and earth. You can only see the magnificence of everything. You are the most magical person among the people Song knows. already."

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 speak."

"Um!"

Song Shichang nodded and said slowly.

"I, Song Shichang, have been the City God of Ning'an County for a long time, and I was lucky enough to survive the fall of the previous dynasty. It has been more than three hundred years now. Although my cultivation base is shallow, I am still content and happy. The Yin and Yang of Ning'an County is the one who protects me. a volunteer."

"Lord Chenghuang, Gao Yi!"

Ji Yuan bowed his hands to show his respect, Song Shichang did not dare to accept the salute, and immediately greeted him with a courtesy when Ji Yuan bowed his hands.

"Sir, you're wrong, isn't that what the city god's job is? I'm not saying this to say how good Song is, but to talk about the years. In the past few hundred years, the city **** has witnessed the life and death of countless people, and also witnessed the death of countless ghosts. Dissipated, and gradually there was confusion in my heart."

Song Shichang looked at Ji Yuan's increasingly serious appearance, organized some words and continued.

"Ordinary people enter the yin division after they die. If they have family sacrifices, they can live their yin life in peace. If they don't have family members to look after them, they will be a little desolate. However, if there are no special circumstances, the soul will sooner or later dissipate. 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 was definitely not as good as Song Shichang, the old city god.

Song Shichang didn't directly ask the question he wanted to ask, but took some representative souls over the years as examples and told Ji Yuan about the records of Yin Si.

Among them, there are bad people, good people and ordinary people, and there are even many ghosts and ghosts who can't last forever.

It was also the first time that Ji Yuan talked about the ordinary souls of the underworld in such a detailed manner with a ghost and **** of the Yin Division. Although a person dies, he is still a society in the underworld, and he is still very dependent on the Yang world in his life, but the final destination is still the same.

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

"The soul disappears like a lamp, and the human soul goes out. The two souls of heaven and earth are always connected to heaven and earth, and it is normal to ascend to heaven and enter the earth, but Song accidentally discovered that there was a heavenly soul and the remaining breath of human souls walking together!"

Ji Yuan sat upright and interrupted for the first time.

"Dare to ask the old city god, how many times have you seen such a thing?"

Song Shichang recalled for a while.

"This kind of thing is extremely rare. Ever since he accidentally discovered it more than 200 years ago, Song has been paying attention to the ghosts in the underworld dissipating, and even after seeing it again, he dispatched two chief officials to the ghost town to monitor the matter. , even the first time, there are seven times in more than 200 years, of course I dare not say that there are no omissions."

"Seven times."

Ji Yuan frowned and pondered. For more than two hundred years, he didn't know how many people would die and how many ghosts would die. With such a huge base, only seven cases were seen under the deliberate observation of Yin Si, indicating that this phenomenon is really very, very rare.

"Actually, it's not just that."

Song Shichang once again drank the wine in the glass, and the alcohol absorbed the water vapor and dissipated, as if he was a little drunk, and then continued.

"About six years ago, Song met someone at the Temple of the City God."

"A cultivator?"

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

"Noye, a mortal, or a philistine businessman, what he seeks is wealth, and there is nothing special in himself, but this person has the soul of a special soul that disappeared decades ago..."

Song Shichang paused, looked at Ji Yuan, and Ji Yuan had already guessed it.

Sure enough, what Song Shichang said next did not deviate from his expectations.

"There are eight or nine points similar, or in other words, if it weren't for the difference in age, the similarity would probably be ten!"

Humans have a face and a soul. The former can be easily changed, or the son may inherit the father's image. It is not surprising that they look similar, but the soul is unique, and it is also one of the means by which ghosts and gods often look at people. Some similarities are less. The technique of anticipation and deliberation.

Song Shichang recalled the initial shock, but he was not too surprised on Ji Yuan's face, he was slightly taken aback, thinking that maybe Mr. Ji really knew.

"The businessman lived in the inn in the county town. In order to verify, I asked him to dream that night to prove that he was not blood related to the dead ghost of that year, but a person from Kyoto who came to Ning'an County to receive the documents, but this ghost Xiang... This matter shocked me greatly, Song Mou also took the opportunity to ask the Great City God of Desheng Mansion, but he didn't know it either."

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

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

There is no such thing as reincarnation in this world, but it is not that there is no reincarnation. In fact, if one’s cultivation has reached a certain level, it is possible to do such things, but it is also extremely difficult, not to mention ordinary ghosts.

So Ji Yuan is actually not as calm as it seems on the surface, but it's just that he heard a lot of things like reincarnation in his previous life, and he was somewhat resistant in the end.

After thinking for a while, Ji Yuan pondered over and over again before opening her mouth.

"I wonder if Song Lao Chenghuang has heard of the two types of water walking in the genus Dragon?"

"Walking water? Two?"

Song Shichang frowned.

"If Long Jiao's cultivation reaches the point where he wants to transform into a dragon, the meeting will be the right time for the waterway. Considering the right time and place, he will walk to make waves. It is for the sake of water, and there is another kind of Song that I don't know."

"Well, yes, another kind of secret that is barely considered a dragon clan, hehe, of course it's not a secret that must be kept."

Ji Yuan smiled and explained.

"Actually, when the dragon is about to die, most of them will not want the dragon's soul to become a ghost. Most of the dragon and Jiao will choose to take the last water walk in their life, and they will release their essence and vitality and go away..."

Ji Yuan combined with seeing Mo Jiao walking into the water and discussing the matter with Lao Long, he talked to Song Shichang in detail, and the latter was also surprised.

"So, if there is a dragon with really good luck and talent, it is still possible to reappear in the future. Although the dragon's body may be different, it still retains its original character and most of its memories. It is a kind of reincarnation."

"Reincarnation to rebuild, reincarnation to rebuild..."

Song Shichang murmured and repeated this new term twice, and Ji Yuan continued to speak.

"Actually, those with high cultivation bases may also have more means of heaven and harmony. I will not speculate on the generation of immortals. Some demons are good at this. They call themselves obsessed with demons, but in fact only some of them are good at this. Circumstances fit this term ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and the other small part... should actually be called 'house grab'."

Although it was the first time Song Shichang heard the two words that Ji Yuan had mentioned, they were very concise and to the point. Combined with the content of the preface, you could almost understand what they meant.

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

"Well, if the souls are really similar to this level, then it can indeed be regarded as a reincarnation."

Ji Yuan didn't say "reincarnation", because it is an occasional event, and reincarnation is an event with active choice.

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

"Then can those ghosts whose heavenly souls take the breath of human souls to dissolve together have an afterlife?"

Ji Yuan shook his head.

"Dragon Jiao's genus can only get a chance by virtue of his lifelong cultivation. Does the Old City God think that there is a certain chance when an ordinary ghost's oil is exhausted and the lamp dies out?"

Song Shichang was stunned.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Ji for clarifying your doubts."

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

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

The two sides bowed and parted ways, but Ji Yuan stood in front of the courtyard and pondered until he couldn't see the back of the old city god.

A ghost that has run out of fuel and withered the lamp, with a wisp of the spirit of a wrecked villager's soul, will return to the sky with its fate, how can it have an afterlife? This is not a story about the reincarnation of the six realms in the previous life. The difficulties and dangers in it are absolutely extraordinary. There is only a slight chance for Long Jiao, not to mention the ghosts of people.