Ji Wuyou followed closely behind, his face pale, and kept his eyes on the ground, terrified that something would reach out from the soil and grab his feet. He was frightened when he saw a few white bones exposed on the surface of the soil.
Yu Qinglian also noticed this and deliberately slowed down to wait for him.
After all, she was also a girl, much more delicate and gentle than the others. From the first moment she saw this boy, she knew that he must have had a very hard life in the past. After thinking for a while, she took off a bell from her wrist and handed it to him: "This is for you."
Ji Wuyou looked down blankly, looking at the golden bell on the girl's palm, and said in a hoarse voice: "I..."
Yu Qinglian said, "You won't be afraid if you hold this. I was afraid of the dark when I was a child. This bell was given to me by my mother. It can ward off disasters and misfortunes."
"No, no." Ji Wuyou waved his hands and whispered, "Sister Fusang, this is too expensive."
Yu Qinglian lowered her head and smiled: "It's not expensive, she bought it on the roadside to trick me, it's sold everywhere in Yingzhou."
Ji Wuyou took the golden bell in his hand. His eyes were still red after crying, and now they were slowly shining. The bell was small and delicate, with a smooth texture. In this cold underground world, it reflected the light and flowed through all the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness in life. He clenched his hands, bent his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."
Yu Qinglian just smiled: "These days I have always felt that your Tao heart is unstable, or you don't have a Tao heart at all - there are thousands and thousands of people in the world of cultivation, whether they seek fame, profit or immortality, whether they are affectionate or heartless, they always have a clear path in their hearts. What about you, what do you want to do by entering the world of cultivation?"
The graveyard was terribly silent. Ji Wuyou listened to her voice, and his head, which had been in a daze, felt like it was hit hard. He held the bell in his hand, and squeezed it until red marks appeared on his palm. He murmured softly, "I don't know. When I first entered Yunxiao, I just thought that I could eat enough."
Yu Qinglian smiled and said, "That's good. You haven't yet gone on a fast, so eating and drinking are your top priority. So what about now? Now that you don't have to worry about food, do you have any other wishes?"
She was like a gentle and kind senior, guiding him with a smile to find the right path in life.
Other wishes. Ji Wuyou was like a child being questioned by his teacher, at a loss: "I..."
Yu Qinglian: "Don't worry, I don't have to know the answer, it's enough for you to know it in your heart. The road of cultivation is too long. If you have a sincere heart, you may be less afraid of the unknown road ahead."
Her voice was so gentle that Ji Wuyou felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He lowered his head with tears in his eyes, and thought of Shu Yan's voice he heard the night before the night of inheritance.
"Of the four people traveling with you, three didn't take you seriously, and one wanted to kill you."
"I am loyal to her, so I kill those she hates and save those she loves. Your character must be forged in blood."
"Come here, I'll give you a chance to kill those who look down on you."
... ... go ahead.
Why did he come here? In the final analysis, he couldn't suppress the greed in his heart and wanted to gain powerful strength without any effort.
I never meant to hurt them, but deep down I always wanted to prove myself to them.
Having understood the concepts of honor and disgrace, I always involuntarily yearn for the existence of light. From the first moment I saw Zhang Yiming, inferiority and envy took root in my heart.
Fusang sister is really nice. But this kindness also comes from Zhang Yiming. They are completely from two different worlds. Zhang Yiming has everything he doesn't have, outstanding looks, likable personality, respected cultivation, and a confidant who will be with you through life and death. Some time ago, this repressed emotion almost twisted into hatred, but fortunately he woke up. He shouldn't hate, and he has no right to hate.
What is your wish
My wish... ... now, is probably to surpass Zhang Yiming.
Surpass you.
One day I will be able to stand beside you, as an opponent or a friend, instead of being the pitiful person I hate now. On that day, will you all look at me seriously
In the endless darkness, time stopped, and everything was silent. In the center of the darkness stood a young man, his clothes were as white as snow, and his hair reached his waist. A ray of light appeared at his fingertips, condensing into silver ice crystals, like his hair and eyes. In the empty world, what echoed was the sincere and bright wish in the heart of another young man.
His voice was childish, but it seemed like he had been reborn, no longer feeling inferior or fearful, but full of vigor. He said, "There will definitely be a day like that."
Chu Junyu lowered his eyes, his pupils were light-colored and contained a cold light.
He was dressed in white, but he did not have that kind of spotless holiness. He was just like the snow on the graveyard, scarlet and strange. This space was a cage, but he knew that he was not the only one in it.
Apart from the Five Elements and the Six Combinations, there is the Way of Heaven.
After this, all he saw was Ji Wuyou's inner world.
When he was young, when he was a child, when he was a teenager, and always now - he entered Zhonglian Village, met Yu Qinglian, and was enlightened and enlightened.
Chu Junyu said: "Is that enough?"
Ji Wuyou's mental activities finally stopped, and the entire space became quiet.
He was the only one left. Chu Junyu raised his eyes, fixed his gaze on a certain point in the sky, and slowly smiled: "Do you want me to let him go? Show me his inner struggle and changes. Let me pity his childhood experience, let me know that he still has good intentions, let me let go of what he did to me in the past?"
The boy's smile was ironic and cold, and his eyes were filled with a deep and intense red. He had hesitated between man and ghost for too long, and his memories of his past and present lives were almost blurred, but the pain of having his tendons and bones pulled out on Wentian Peak was something he would never forget.
I have never been angry since my rebirth, but at this moment, the real, sweet and fishy blood rushed to my throat.
The deeply buried repressed hatred burst out madly, and the resentment that wanted to drag the whole world to be buried with it broke out of the ground.
"I should have died a long time ago. I survived by relying on hatred, not for a new beginning. Why do you think I would sympathize with Ji Wuyou? All the misfortunes he encountered since he was born were arranged by me. I killed, you saved, and it just keeps going on and on."
The boy's lips were bloodied, and he said madly and resolutely: "Either you kill me, or watch me torture your protagonist to death with my own hands. There is no other choice."
Finally, there was a slight fluctuation in the air, as if someone was sighing, slowly and long.
The point where Chu Junyu was staring also changed. In the dark world, tiny mustard seeds slowly condensed, outlining the shape of a person in the air. There was no specific form, but the line of sight seemed to pass through space and time, and everything was indistinct. It seemed gentle, but ruthless.
She whispered, "Don't be stubborn."
Chu Junyu said: "I have never been the one who is stubborn and rebellious."
The anger in his heart also dissipated. He lowered his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The boy's eyes were as cold as the abyss: "I don't belong to this world. Your rules don't apply to me."
"Rebirth, a clean slate of all past events, is that such a good thing?"
His voice had a hint of evil and cruelty.
After all, the elder was an elder of a region, and he had countless slaves and demons under his command. They soon chased after them, looking for them like mad dogs. After running past the mass grave, there was a big river in front of them. The river water was dark blue and bubbling. It was not a normal place at first glance. She didn't dare to wade in the water anyway. There were houses beside the river. She looked around and immediately fell in love with the most gorgeous mansion at the end of the road. According to the rules of this haunted place, the bigger the house, the more powerful the ghosts. Maybe it could help them keep away these lingering ghosts.
"Let's go in."
She was always quick and decisive, dragging Ji Wuyou inside. Ji Wuyou was so frightened by the strange lanterns and paper figures in front of the house that he tugged at Yu Qinglian's sleeve, trying to stop them: "But... But I feel like the things in there are even scarier!"
Yu Qinglian patted his head and said, "Why are you so stupid? I'm not afraid of how powerful the ghosts are. I'm afraid of too many ghosts. It's a waste of time to get entangled with them. I still have to find someone else."
Ji Wuyou was speechless and still looked cowardly.
Yu Qinglian comforted him: "I am here, so what are you afraid of? I won't let you lose a piece of flesh."
Since she said so, Ji Wuyou nodded embarrassedly.
Of course, there were things wrong with the house inhabited by ghosts. When he pushed the door open, the wind blew the headlights hanging on both sides of the corridor as decorations and made them turn around. The clear eyes scared Ji Wuyou so much that he subconsciously screamed and immediately covered his eyes.
Yu Qinglian laughed loudly, but immediately fell silent after realizing what was happening. She also said to Ji Wuyou in a cat-like posture, "Shh, although I'm not afraid of the ghosts in this house, it's better to avoid causing as much trouble as possible."
Of course Ji Wuyou listened to her and nodded obediently.
Several ghost servants were carrying blood-red liquid towards the front yard. In order to avoid them, Yu Qinglian dragged him to hide under the stone table in the yard. The ghost servants were all slaves of the living dead, without seven souls and six spirits, and walked forward expressionlessly without saying a word. But the two women leading them were different. They were considered to be monsters who had cultivated themselves, with gorgeous appearances and blood-red mouths.
We discussed while walking.
"The little monk who inherited this year is quite handsome."
"Tsk tsk, that's right. He looked so holy that I wanted to strip him of his clothes. He even covered half of his face with a white silk. I thought he was ugly at first, but I didn't expect that after I tore off his white silk, I was stunned. I have never seen such a handsome man in my hundreds of years, especially his eyes, which are actually light golden."
The predecessor laughed sweetly: "You □□, your mind is full of these dirty things."
"You old witch, how dare you say that to me? When the elder said he wanted to put it in the tank, didn't you beg to stay and play for a few days?"
"I am keeping him here, but not for fun. This monk has been indifferent to fame and disgrace from beginning to end. It's really boring. I want him to break his vows and change his expression."
She stopped and picked up a glass of wine with a smile: "This is a glass of human blood. I wonder what his expression will be after he drinks it."
The two demons looked at each other and smiled with their hands covering their lips. They exuded a strange smell all over their bodies and walked slowly through the corridor.
Under the stone table, Yu Qinglian, who heard their conversation clearly, was trembling all over. Ji Wuyou also felt it and was shocked. He knew that they had a good relationship. It was normal for Master Wusheng to be angry as a close friend when he was insulted like this. He whispered, "Sister Fuso... don't be sad..." But when he saw Yu Qinglian's expression, he couldn't say it. This was not sadness, it was clearly holding back laughter, and it almost broke.
Wait until the breath of the two demons and their ghost servants completely disappears.
Yu Qinglian couldn't help but laugh: "Wusheng is great, he's still so lovable even with a bald head. Those two witches wanted to see Wusheng's expression change, I want to too, haha."
Ji Wuyou: "..."
Yu Qinglian brushed off the dust on her dress and looked forward: "He is really patient. He didn't even get angry when the white silk was torn apart. In all these years, I only saw him glance at her once. Tsk, we still have to help this idiot, so that he won't ruin himself."
Ji Wuyou gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go with you."
Yu Qinglian: "Okay." But she walked to the side and immediately noticed something. Her eyes fixed and her expression became serious. Ji Wuyou looked at her carefully: "What, what's wrong?" Yu Qinglian turned her head, her face was quite strange, and she was unusually serious when talking to Ji Wuyou: "You don't have to go with me. The danger ahead is a little beyond my imagination. You just stay here and don't go anywhere."
Ji Wuyou looked at her expression and his heart immediately kicked up his throat. He had seen her toy with those ghosts and knew her strength, and now she said the road ahead was dangerous.
Instantly, a chill penetrated from his fingertips to his scalp.
In this strange and terrifying place, Yu Qinglian is his only support.
"I, I'll go with you."
Yu Qinglian frowned and shook her head decisively: "You will only add burden to me if you go. It is safer here. Don't be afraid. I gave you my bell. If you are in danger, ring the bell and I will come back to save you immediately."
Ji Wuyou was still very scared, but Yu Qinglian's expression was so serious that he could only swallow back what he was thinking. He held the bell tightly and nodded seriously: "Yes."
He wants to be like Zhang Yiming. What kind of person is Zhang Yiming? At least he has never been a weak person and will not be a burden to others.
Yu Qinglian was still afraid that he would be discovered by the ghosts chasing after him. Ji Wuyou was only in the Qi Refining Stage now, and his spiritual power was suppressed. Any little ghost could eat him alive. She frowned and said, "You hide first." Ji Wuyou nodded, "Okay. Where should I hide?"
The house is full of evil spirits, and it's not safe anywhere. It might be safer to stay in the backyard. Yu Qinglian took Ji Wuyou to the backyard, which was decorated like the human world. There was a pile of firewood, scattered all over the place, and three jars against the wall. The other two were closed, but the one in the middle was empty.
Yu Qinglian walked over and took a look. The tank was quite big and could easily accommodate one person.
But she still wanted to ask Ji Wuyou: "Why don't you hide in the tank?"
Ji Wuyou's whole body was stiff. He had encountered many strange things when he was a child. Over time, his reaction to danger became instinct. The three large vats were placed in the corner of the wall, gloomy and eerie, like three huge mouths, emitting a strong bloody smell.
But this is a haunted house, everything is so gloomy. Moreover, even if the mind changes, the character remains unchanged.
For example, he would never say no.
Even if it's something you don't like, even if it's a very difficult task, even if it's a place you know is very dangerous.
Ji Wuyou whispered, "Okay."
Yu Qinglian initially thought that he was not happy and was planning to find another place, but now that she heard what he said, she didn't care so much because she was worried about Wu Sheng's anxiety. "Okay, then you hide in there first. I will come to find you right away. Ring the bell if you are in danger."
Ji Wuyou's blood ran cold, but he nodded obediently. He curled up and hid in the jar in the middle. The jar was empty, without water. There was moss on the wall, slippery and wet, with a fishy smell.
Yu Qinglian said, "Then I'll cover you up first. Don't make any noise if you hear anything, just wait for me."
Ji Wuyou nodded. With his eyes open, he watched the wooden board cover the tank bit by bit, and the light became narrower and narrower. In the small and enclosed space, his five senses were infinitely magnified. He dared not breathe and held his breath all the time.
In his last glance, through a crack, he saw the scene on the roof of the backyard.
A flayed man, covered in red, lying on all fours on the roof, was watching all this.
His limbs suddenly turned cold. He screamed in fear, but no sound came out.
After Yu Qinglian settled Ji Wuyou, she immediately hurried to follow the two monsters. She had a good memory and was very familiar with Wusheng's aura within a hundred miles. She went around east and west, and she didn't know how long she had been around.
She finally found the room where Wusheng was locked up. It was the tallest building in the house, and from there, she could almost overlook the river. The red lanterns lifted the gauze curtains, and the tiny fire in the west window illuminated the young monk who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating with his eyes closed. Yu Qinglian took a deep breath, gathered her energy, and tapped her toes on the fence. In the shadows, she could see the scene inside, but the people inside could not see her.
Wusheng sat there. Soon, the sound of someone climbing the stairs came closer and closer. The door creaked open, and one of the two demons, a purple-dressed woman, walked in with a cup in her hand and a charming step.
She poured the bright red blood into the cup, walked to Wusheng, scratched his collar with her nails, and said in a tender voice: "Little Master, do you want to open your eyes and look at me?"
Wusheng seemed to have heard nothing.
The purple-dressed woman giggled: "You don't look at me, but I want to look at you."
"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, little master. I have been training to become a demon in this place for four hundred years, and I have never seen anyone who is as much my type as you. Snakes are lustful by nature, and I am a sinner, so you are my salvation."
Wusheng remained silent.
Yu Qinglian did not dare to act rashly. She was half a step into the Nascent Soul stage, so she could clearly see that Wusheng was surrounded by a layer of black air. The black air not only restricted his cultivation, but also restricted his movements. She had said that no matter how good a person Wusheng was, the white silk could not be torn off.
But what exactly is that black gas
Yu Qinglian was confused. She didn't have it, and neither did Ji Wuyou. So why did Wusheng have it
The purple-clothed woman stuck out her tongue, revealing a long, thin snake tongue. Her eyes changed to turbid yellow vertical pupils. She opened her mouth, and her entire face instantly deformed, with her facial features disappearing and scales growing out, turning into a monster with a snake's head and a human body.
She wanted to bite Wusheng's neck. But something strange happened. As soon as the demon's teeth touched Wusheng's skin, she suddenly trembled all over, revealing an extremely crazy and extremely painful expression. Sizzling, the black air surrounding Wusheng rushed to her face, corroding half of her cheek.
"Ah!" She screamed, covering her face and rolling on the ground in pain. She turned into a human again, with only flesh and blood left on half of her head. The banshee looked terrified and screamed at the top of her lungs: "You—Ah!"
Wusheng still kept his eyes closed.
Once the white silk is taken off, he will never open his eyes again.
The witch stood up from the ground in a rage, and the wine made of human blood in her hand spilled all over the floor. She said, "Okay! You are fine, you are fine. I can't touch you, so your flesh and blood has no need to exist. I will steam you to death today." She went downstairs angrily and yelled, "Someone come."
Yu Qinglian was stunned. That black energy... That black energy restricted Wusheng's cultivation and actions, but it prevented people from this world from getting close to him or even hurting him. So it was another kind of protection
After she made sure that no one was there, she walked in. Wusheng, who had been closing his eyes as if he was asleep, finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes: "You're here."
The young monk’s eyes were light golden, like the Buddha’s light that had been passed down in the temple for thousands of years, pure and clear enough to dispel all evil thoughts in the world.
Yu Qinglian laughed: "Why didn't you open your eyes just now? Maybe, after you looked at it, the demon would change its ways and turn from evil to good. Isn't your wish to save everyone in the world?"
Wusheng twitched his lips for a rare moment, a little helpless: "You watched outside for so long, just waiting to see me make a fool of myself?"
Yu Qinglian: "No." She frowned and said seriously: "Someone has put a curse on you, right? There is a black aura around you."
Wusheng was silent for a while, then said, "My cultivation is restricted, and my body is weak. And... I feel like my life span is slowly fading away."
Yu Qinglian was stunned: "My life span is gone."
Wusheng said, "Yes, I just arrived in this village and woke up from the coffin in this state. I should have been executed from the beginning, but the ghosts couldn't get close to me. They had never seen such a scene and wanted to carry me into the jar. It was these two witches who kept me here."
Yu Qinglian's brows furrowed even more. She stretched out her hand and tried to touch Wusheng's hand, but strangely, the black gas did not attack her.
"I can touch you? But those ghosts and monsters can't?"
Wusheng pursed his lips and was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed and turned as pale as paper.
Yu Qinglian asked hurriedly: "How do you feel now?"
Sweat broke out on Wusheng's forehead. Suddenly, he bent over, covered his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yu Qinglian was shocked and immediately took his hand: "Do you want me to pass some spiritual energy to you now?"
Wusheng said, "Take me out of this house first."
Yu Qinglian supported him without saying anything and took him out. The moment she approached Wusheng, she felt a chill, as if she was holding a piece of ice. Her body temperature was getting colder and colder, dropping little by little, as if she was about to die.
“Did Zhang Qingshu do this?” Wusheng sighed, his light golden eyes unfathomable and profound: “Maybe this is a gift from him to me.”
Yu Qinglian laughed angrily: "He is a madman. If he thinks it is good, then that person is good. If he thinks it is evil, then that person is evil. He is really capable."
Wu Sheng: "Zhang Qingshu lives his life according to his own principles."
Yu Qinglian rolled her eyes, "Yeah, killing people is a formality. You've probably been a good person too many times in this life, and you're also a Buddhist disciple, so you haven't committed any of the seven murderous sins. Maybe this is a gift from him to you. He wants you to avoid being insulted by the demons and ghosts in the underworld, and to let you die without any pain."
Wusheng smiled: "That makes sense. But if dying like this is a gift, then what awaits you will be a more tragic end."
Yu Qinglian was so angry that she didn't want to talk anymore. She said, "Let's find Pei Yuzhi first. Let's work together to kill him."
Wusheng's body suddenly stiffened again. When he stepped out of the door, his fingers grasped Yu Qinglian's arm, almost spasming. In this life, he had never been touched by a poisonous substance, and he had no worries or troubles. For Wusheng, the pain in his hair and skin was almost not painful. This was the first time Yu Qinglian saw him in such pain.
Wusheng said: "We must leave this village."
Yu Qinglian believed him. When a person is dying, his intuition about things is always beyond imagination.
She held Wusheng's hand and climbed up the stairs, but instead of walking, she jumped from the railing to the lower eaves. At this time, the witch had returned, and when she found the empty room, she screamed, "Where are the people! Ah ah—find them all for me, find that monk for me!"
It was actually very uncomfortable for Yu Qinglian to support Wusheng. After all, she could not use her spiritual power and she had to rely on her real strength. At the command of the banshee, the noise was instantly heard from all the rooms and from all directions.
We have to take Wusheng away without letting them find out.
When Yu Qinglian was about to leave, she thought of the little fat boy who was still hiding in the jar and was slightly stunned. The little fat boy was afraid of the dark, and he must be very scared hiding in such a narrow place alone.
Pei Yuzhi is really a swindler all day long. Why did he have to bring a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage here? The little fat man said he would wait for her to find him, but he might have to wait a little longer.
Yu Qinglian stood on the wall and looked towards the backyard. She grabbed Wusheng's arm and jumped down. The moment she jumped out of the house, she froze in the air with the sound of "ring, ring, ring, ring".
She heard the frantic ringing of bells, each one more urgent and faster than the last, conveying endless desperate panic.
Ring, ring, ring, it comes from the direction of the backyard.
The fat boy... rang the bell.
—"Then I'll cover you up first. Don't make any noise if you hear anything, just wait for me."
—"You hide inside first. I'll come to you soon. Ring the bell if you're in danger."
Yu Qinglian was in a very complicated mood for a moment, but Wusheng's breath had faded little by little, almost to the point where it was barely audible. The hand that was tightly holding her arm also loosened inch by inch.
Yu Qinglian gritted her teeth and weighed the pros and cons in just a few seconds. She looked back for the last time, with guilt and more determination in her eyes.
The sound of the bell has the effect of exorcising demons.
Please hold on a little longer. I'll be back soon.
I'm sorry, fat boy.
Ji Wuyou was in the tank, curling himself up completely. He regretted that he shouldn't have entered the tank. The dark environment magnified his fear infinitely. He didn't dare to move. The last thing he saw on the beam was the skinned thing in his mind. It saw me, it saw me.
Chubby fingers tightly grasped the bell, and all his life's courage was pinned on it.
Time passes very slowly.
He felt like he had been waiting for a very long time, but Yu Qinglian still hadn't come back. He was tense, and suddenly he heard the sound of fingernails tapping on something, coming from both sides. The sound was very close, and it reached his ears clearly through the wall of the tank. Then there was the sound of hands tapping on the wooden board, one after another, the world was dead silent, and his mind was blank.
Left and right... ... To his left and right were the two closed vats.
Various images flashed through Ji Wuyou's mind. He had been haunted by evil spirits since he was a child. There were hanged female ghosts, drowned children, and all kinds of hideous appearances flashed by. His whole body was stiff, and the fear had reached the extreme. Any straw could crush him.
There were people in the other two tanks.
No, there was a ghost. He held his breath with all his strength, the vats were too close to each other. He even covered the bell tightly to prevent it from making any sound.
All my hopes are placed on Yu Qinglian, please come back soon.
He gritted his teeth, tears of fear running down his cheeks.
Ji Wuyou was afraid that his tears would drip to the bottom of the jar and make a sound.
He raised his hand and tried to wipe it, but when he did, he touched something. It was very long and rough, a human hair. Ji Wuyou's mind went blank. The sound of nails scratching the wall of the jar came again, but this time, he could hear the distance more clearly. It was on the left and right, but not in the jars on the left and right sides, but on the left and right of him, in this jar.
There is another person in this tank!!
Ji Wuyou finally couldn't bear it anymore, yelled, and reached out to push the wooden board that pressed the cylinder.
Even if I try my best, I can only open a crack.
There are people sitting on it.
His loud movement naturally woke up the other person in the tank. With the help of the light, the man slowly turned his head. His face was swollen from the blisters, a thin layer of water, and there seemed to be worms surging inside. Water slowly seeped out from the bottom of the tank, little by little, and was about to submerge him. The man's hair grew wildly here.
Ji Wuyou pushed the door hard, and just when he was in despair, the scene he saw outside a ray of light made him ecstatic.
Yu Qinglian.
Yu Qinglian.
He saw Yu Qinglian on the wall over there.
Shake that bell like crazy! Put one hand out and shake it like crazy.
The resounding voice of Jinling echoed through the night.
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