There was a dark wind blowing beside Haizi, and the high priest whispered, "It can't be sealed anymore."
"Master." Wei Lang was worried, "Are you saying that An Ye can't be sealed?"
"No, what I'm saying is that we can't seal what Kishiye wants to come out."
"Master, can you please explain it more clearly so that I can help you?"
Another bolt of lightning struck around Anye, but it accurately avoided the land on Haizi's shore.
It seems like these mines are only opening on the shelter bank.
"Kishiya will close after one stick of incense, but... "
Before he finished speaking, a trace of black energy gradually emerged from An Ye.
The high priest frowned, "I knew it would be like this."
She shouted, and several shamans lined up in response, preparing to do it again.
"Master, what are you going to do?"
"Return these filthy things to where they belong."
After the high priest finished speaking, he worked with the shamans. Seeing Anye getting smaller and smaller, Wei Lang became impatient, "Master, do you want to speed up the closure of Anye?"
"Otherwise? When these things come out, Shiwei will become a hell." The high priest said coldly, with veins on his forehead exposed.
"But Liyou and Mr. Wen haven't come out yet."
"I don't care about them!"
After hearing this, Wei Lang knelt down and said, "Master, there must be a way to seal away the evil ghost and also keep An Ye, right?"
"No."
"Master, I beg you, wait for them, I believe Mr. Wen will bring him back."
The shaman was furious, "Don't make trouble with the high priest. She has her own opinions. It's them who insist on having their own way. Even if they are trapped in the cracks in the world of Jambudvipa, they deserve it."
"Wei Lang, are you telling the truth?"
At some point, Ranran appeared behind everyone. Anmuda spread his hands and said, "It's none of my business, and I can't stop her. She has to run out to find you."
The palace gate is silent and the house is deep. Two teenagers and a solitary lamp form an indescribable scenery.
Suddenly, the flickering candlelight became bigger and brighter, and a small lantern exploded with a bang.
Princess Mingkang's eyes reflected the candlelight, either brightly or darkly.
Seeing her looking at the dim light motionless and not daring to express her anger, Yantang couldn't help but want to laugh.
The wick formed a big lantern, and a bright light burst out. The little princess's face was also extremely bright in the light.
The wick in the candle was broken in half, and then the flame became smaller and darker, becoming moribund and erratic.
Whose heartbeat is especially heavy in the dark night, for fear that someone will hear the unspeakable secret.
As the halo disappeared, the little princess' profile was immersed in the dimness and became blurry...
She couldn't speak, and he refused to speak either.
The light finally went out.
He stood up, groped in the darkness, accurately found the lamp oil in a small box, poured it into the lamp, and this time, lit the oil lamp.
Thirteen-year-old Princess Mingkang only met seventeen-year-old Yantang once.
Yantang is full of jasmine fragrance.
Lamp oil can light up the side hall for a long time in the dark night.
As soon as it got light, he found the little princess sitting on the stool looking up at him, her eyes filled with stars.
When the light came again, he looked at her, but her face was red and she hurriedly escaped from the room and ran away.
Panting, he ran outside the side hall, his face turning red from holding back.
He looked at Princess Mingkang at the end of the corridor outside the palace from the door.
Later, when the Queen Mother of the West mentioned him, she told Mingkang that your forgetfulness was so great that he had lived in the palace for two years when he was a child. When you were young, he took you out of the palace to play, but was later scolded by the queen. You cried until your eyes were like walnuts, and you couldn't defend yourself and plead for him. You could only watch him being punished by the palace officials.
The Queen Mother of the West was probably not talking nonsense, Mingkang still vaguely remembered such a thing. It seems that at that time, her brother knew that he always played with her and taught her a lesson. Later, she no longer remembered such a person. Children are indeed forgetful.
In the morning, the Queen Mother of the West asked someone to help Yantang wash up and go to the main hall of Sufu Palace for breakfast. She asked him if the wind that blew up last night disturbed his sleep.
Yantang did not answer directly, but said that he heard a wild cat meowing in the palace last night.
The Queen Mother of the West smiled faintly and did not continue.
After he had eaten a few mouthfuls, the Queen Mother of the West said that there was no need to wait for her any longer, and he was taken away by the Queen's people before dawn.
Yantang didn't say anything after that, stood up, bowed, and left.
The Queen Mother of the West suddenly said, "I can't live for a few more days. My hands and feet are swollen. It's my end. I know that I should avoid you. But I can't rest assured without knowing that you are safe."
Yantang then turned around, bowed again, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
After he left, the Queen Mother became even more taciturn. She stayed in Sufu Palace all day long and refused to go out. She never saw His Majesty again. She seemed to be really old.
When Mingkang visited her at the end of the next year, she could no longer stand up and looked haggard and weak.
She was speechless when she saw Mingkang, her eyes were full of indifference. His Majesty asked Mingkang to come forward and touch the face of the Queen's grandmother. The Queen's expression changed and she reminded His Majesty.
Mingkang's imperial grandmother was the only empress dowager in Guanju Palace.
The Queen Mother of the West died at the beginning of the year, alone and silently.
His Majesty loved her very much, but there was no mourning ceremony in the palace.
After her death, his majesty's aunt came to the palace. Mingkang did not know what happened next, and his majesty never mentioned her again.
For such a person who lived in seclusion without any desire or thought of prosperity, Mingkang actually saw fear in her eyes when she died.
Mingkang couldn't see clearly what she was afraid of.
Years passed by, and in a blink of an eye, Mingkang was already seventeen years old.
Except for her, the other princesses in the palace had already learned how to scare the palace people at the age of seventeen.
She was the only one who spent the whole day writing and reading quietly. The master could not speak, and the servants serving around her also kept silent. Sometimes she wanted to lean over and listen to what they said about the arrival of several beauties and beauties in the palace. , who is more beautiful, but when they saw her figure, everyone was speechless.
So over time, Mingkang liked to feed the birds. If she sprinkled a handful of food on them, the birds would gather at her feet and talk to her for most of the day. Although they were speaking bird language, she couldn't understand it.
Mingkang was thinking, a person is always lonely, but what about a group of people? When those little palace maids gather together, will any of them be lonely? If there are people who feel lonely among a group of people, which kind of loneliness is more desolate than being alone and silent like her
She didn't know the answers to these because she couldn't ask.
(End of chapter)