Zheng Wan's doubts were quickly answered.
The sarcophagus seems to have become another space, bounded by the water curtain, and the two stare at each other through the long river of time.
After a long time, the white-haired monk said:
"It's been a long time, so long that Xuancang Realm has changed a lot."
"But I don't think it's changed much, after all—" Granny Jin sneered, "Even you are still alive."
"Meier, you still won't forgive me."
The white-haired monk sighed.
"Forgive you?" Grandma Jin smiled, "Ziwei, back then you smoked my soul, sealed me in that mortal world where nothing shit happened, and made me spend the rest of my life in endless loneliness, and you expected me to forgive you? "
"Meier..."
"Don't call me like that, Ziwei Xingjun."
Zheng Wan, who was listening, was surprised that it was really the legendary Ziwei Xingjun.
If the person opposite is Ziwei Xingjun, then Grandma Jin...
She subconsciously looked aside, but only saw an empty sea of soul consciousness.
According to the historical records of Xuancang, Ziwei Xingjun and Shuimei Xianjun were from the same era, and Ziwei Xingjun revised and supplemented the Tianyan technique, which has never been considered exhaustive.
As for Shuimei Xianjun, he founded Yuqing Gate with one hand, but the person who should ascend did not ascend, but appeared in the mortal world, becoming a faceless ghost...
If Grandma Jin is Shuimei Xianjun, then everything she did would make sense.
"What, regret it?"
Granny Ember's voice spread to the sea of soul consciousness.
"No regrets."
"No regrets?" This answer seemed to surprise Granny Jin, "I coaxed you to practice the "Moxu Sutra" to help you sharpen your root and consolidate your foundation, but you... don't complain?"
"No complaints."
"Why?"
Zheng Wan smiled softly:
"Skills are not as good as people, just admit it."
"You are more open-minded than me." Grandma Jin was stunned for a while, and then slowly said, "Actually, you should have noticed it when you saw the "Soul Born Ten Thousand Volumes" in the Sutra Pavilion last year. "
In "Soul Birth Ten Thousand Scrolls", there are many things about the mutual birth of soul and body.
Lihun, Anpo...
And it is not uncommon to seize the house.
However, the conditions for seizing the house are more stringent, not only must the other party willingly accept the soul consciousness into the dantian, but also have extremely high requirements for the soul consciousness, which must be more than three or four times higher than that of the person who has been seized—
The act of seizing the house is harmful to the peace of heaven, and it is a forbidden technique in the monastic world. Once people find out, they will be beaten by everyone.
Zheng Wan also thought of the volume "The Soul Born Ten Thousand Volumes", and smiled to herself:
"Aye said that you don't have to be suspicious when you hire someone, but you don't need to be suspicious if you're employed. About... At that time, I don't want to be suspicious of you."
Granny Jin was silent for a long time, and the white-haired monk over there saw that she hadn't answered for a long time, and suddenly said "Huh":
"You still keep her."
He melted his power into his palm and shot it in the air, Zheng Wan only felt a heart-piercing pain, and she was pulled out of the human body like the marrow was being pulled out. As soon as the soul consciousness touched the air, it was like countless steel knives were in her brain at the same time stir.
Zheng Wan shrank into a ball all of a sudden, subconsciously shouted:
"Cui Wang, Cui Wang, save me..."
Cui Wang sliced through the black mist with a sword, and suddenly raised his head to look into the sky.
The air was empty, only the black air that covered the sky and the sun.
"What's the matter, don't stop! Hurry up! It's coming again!"
Seeing the dead souls rushing forward and tirelessly around him, the ancestors were so frightened that they almost flew out of their wits.
These high-level dead souls who died in the battle of the Great Sun Immortal Sect were bound on this land, and became a ferocious mist that would devour souls when they came alive. The Jedi's first barrier.
"I seem to hear... Wanwan calling me."
Cui Wang said in a daze.
"Are you stunned? Where is the sound? Just these endless soul-shattering—"
The dead souls came roaring back, and the black mist once again engulfed Cui Wang, and the ferocious mist hit layers of thunder gangs, making a "hissing" sound like roasting meat.
A white glow suddenly exploded in the air, like a thunderstorm, covering the sky and the sun—
The heavy black mist dispersed with a "bang".
Cui Wang stepped forward.
"You, you, you actually blew up your energy! What if you encounter a hard idea later?"
The old ancestor was furious.
A monk in the Miaodharma Realm is as powerful as the sea, but once he explodes, even if the power is extraordinary in a short period of time, it also breaks the cycle of Yuanli itself in the body, making it violent and frenzied, and it will not be so easy to use again later up.
Cui Wang had already crossed the boundary between the outer and inner circles, and stood in front of a palace about a hundred feet high.
The entire palace is carved with white marble, with white walls and golden tiles, shining brightly in the sun.
"This, this can't be... the Great Sun Immortal Mansion?"
The old ancestor stammered, "Da, Da Ri Immortal Mansion? No, no way? I think back then we managed to defeat the group of dead souls outside, entered the inner circle with great difficulty, and searched for half a month. I didn't even find a bird feather..."
Cui Wang fell in front of the palace gate without saying a word.
"Boom—"
The closed door opened.
Old Ancestor:...
"Wait! There might be a trap!"
"I can't care less."
Cui Wang looked up at the plaque, lifted his robe and stepped in.
The old ancestor followed with a sigh: This damn...
On the other hand, Zheng Wan who was underground had never felt so weak.
She was pinched in the palm of someone's hand like an ant, and the big palm that pinched her was filled with some kind of power of rules—this was not something she could resist now.
... Not even Cui Wang ever gave her such a feeling.
She couldn't move, she could only close her eyes and wait for death.
"stop!"
After a scream, Zheng Wan only felt the tingling pain on the top of her head subside like a tide, and when she recovered, she found that she was back in the hands of Grandma Jin.
She patted her to her dantian, and slapped her back again:
"Who told you to touch her?"
Ziwei Xingjun was taken aback:
"Why did you keep her?"
Grandma Ember sneered: "You're still alive, so what's the point if I keep her a little longer? She's much cuter than you."
"Meier, you are always soft-hearted." Ziwei Xingjun raised a lingering meaning between his brows, "I think back then..."
"Don't mention the past!"
Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to annoy Grandma Jin.
"Back then, you lied to me and betrayed me, and you swore to each other to the end, but it was only a matter of closing yourself off..."
She laughed out loud.
"You can have sex with another woman, and you are worthy to talk to me about the past?!"
I don't know if it's because Granny Jin's emotional ups and downs are too intense, or because they are too familiar with each other's soul consciousness, just a moment ago, Zheng Wan was actually infected by Grandma Jin's soul consciousness, and "saw" the memory about "the past"....
Granny Ember has grown up from a beautiful woman.
Niao Tingting, 28 Fanghua.
Zheng Wan has never seen such an expression on Granny Jin, like the rising sun, full of vigor and in the prime of life.
She dresses happily in the cave.
She painted her eyebrows and eyes, put a layer of peach powder on her cheeks, dabbed her lips, combed her hair, changed her clothes, and then went out like a brisk butterfly.
"Leaving the customs early this time, I must give Ziwei a surprise."
At that moment, Zheng Wan almost thought that she was Granny Jin.
She became the woman who couldn't wait to meet her lover.
She happily stepped out of the closed courtyard, walked around the moon gate, and walked through the small pond. She felt that the sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and even the water lilies in the small pond were much prettier than usual.
She went to the other side of the garden.
Falling into the yard, the whole yard is quiet.
The door is closed tightly, and the protective cover is haloed.
However, these protective shields were obviously no restriction for her, so she went straight through and opened the door: "Ziwei! I'm out of customs!"
The happy voice stopped abruptly after matching the clothes on the floor.
Pink ones, white ones, pockets, obscene clothes, long gowns, all entangled all the way to the cold jade bed in the middle regardless of each other.
On the bed, a man and a woman are doing London things.
When the clothes are stripped off, men and women turn into beasts dominated by lust. Their white bodies are entangled together, making everything look ugly and ferocious.
"Zi, Ziwei?"
"Hanju... junior sister?"
All joy vanished.
She seemed to have stepped into a deep nightmare.
In the dream, everything turned into goblins and ghosts. They barked their teeth and claws to tear her into pieces. She felt fear...
Zheng Wan was bounced out by this strong emotion that was almost torn apart.
But at that moment, the pain and despair of the betrayed woman also infected her at the same time.
It was so thick that it took Zheng Wan a long time to break free from the darkness.
"you saw it?"
Grandma Ember asked him.
"I see."
"Ziwei is also someone who will die." Granny Jin said, "He should have died a long time ago."
Zheng Wan suddenly had a feeling.
This feeling is extremely subtle, indescribable, unclear, but it does exist.
"I was young and ignorant. I met him outside the school when I first came out of the school. He was personable, handsome, and treated me very considerately, so I fell in love with him. Up to here, it is actually a very clichéd story, right?"
Zheng Wan didn't make a sound.
She had a hunch that what Grandma Jin would say next would never make people feel happy.
"You people who are dying, in order to survive, you always do whatever you can. You have to hypnotize yourself as a last resort, but those of us who are lucky...do we deserve to be deceived?"
Zheng Wan's heart was shaken by the news revealed by Granny Jin, she opened her mouth:
"Grandma, are you... also a person of destiny?"
"Yes." Granny Jin said, "It's just that my luck is much worse than that of your lover."
People of fortune are also divided into grades, and she is just the next grade.
Zheng Wan couldn't speak anymore.
She subconsciously looked at Ziwei Xingjun, his eyes were gentle, as if he was not offended by Grandma Jin's sarcastic remarks.
"... Mei'er, I left the soul-nourishing tree for you in the land of black water, and countless soul supplies for you in the Hall of Beauty, just to wait for this day when you and I will reunite and continue our relationship."
"Your eyesight has always been good."
His eyes fell on Zheng Wan, "This man has a very good shell."
Zheng Wan was caught by his eyes, and felt creepy, and goosebumps all over her body a little bit.