Shangyang Peak.
Ji Wuyou opened his eyes.
He seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He moved his fingers, which were cold and stiff. He looked around and found himself lying on a stone bed filled with cold air. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his throat was blocked and he was speechless. Ji Wuyou supported his head and slowly walked down from the bed. He stood on the ground and felt light and unreal. He was thirsty and hungry, so he walked out the door.
As he crossed the threshold, his calves seemed to be hooked on a thin line, and as he stepped out of the side hall, the bells on the eaves of the corridor rang crisply.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling...
Ji Wuyou seemed to be frozen in an instant, stunned, his pupils shrank into a point, and memories flooded into his mind like a flood.
The morning light shone on his pale and weak face.
The sound of the bells is a nightmare.
He uttered a very hoarse sound, leaned over the pillar in pain, and bent down.
The moment the bell rang, the head of Shangyang Peak knew about it, put down his work and rushed over. He saw a thin young man curled up on the ground in the palace corridor, wearing thin clothes and emaciated to the point of being just a skeleton, with his fingers tightly inserted into his hair.
The head of Shangyang Peak frowned, walked over and called out, "Ji Wuyou?"
The old man's worried voice sounded.
Ji Wuyou suddenly raised his head, his face became thinner, and his eyes looked exceptionally big, surprisingly big. His pupils were dark and contained a layer of tears, the tears were cold, and in the depths of his eyes there was a very heavy and distant dark purple light.
The head of Shangyang Peak was slightly stunned. He knew that Ji Wuyou had changed. During the competition at Yinghui Peak, the little fat boy who accidentally broke in had pure and innocent eyes. He could smile very happily as long as he had food and drink. But now, the thin boy who held the pillar and suddenly raised his head had a different look in his eyes.
One night you learn about the world, one night you learn about love and hate.
Ji Wuyou stared at the old man in front of him, trying to match his identity from his previous hazy memories.
The head of Shangyang Peak sighed, and seeing his defensive look, he said, "You just woke up, and you are still a little uncomfortable. Come with me first."
The room was quiet and warm, dispelling the coldness.
The calming incense was lit, and white smoke curled in the air.
The head of Shangyang Peak put a thick coat on Ji Wuyou, sat down, fiddled with the charcoal fire on the table, and said slowly: "Do you still remember who you are?"
Ji Wuyou had not yet come back to his senses and remained silent.
The head of Shangyang Peak sighed and said, "You are my Shangyang Peak disciple Ji Wuyou."
Ji Wuyou sat opposite him, whispering softly, word by word: "Ji Wuyou?"
The leader of Shangyang Peak nodded, his eyes full of compassion and love, and said nothing more, letting him recall it himself.
Ji Wuyou felt empty inside. But the moment this name rang in his ears, a trace of tenderness welled up from the depths of his soul. A person sat in his seat, his fingers trembling involuntarily.
Soon, a disciple came over and handed the list of people who would participate in the outer peak test to the peak master. The peak master of Shangyang Peak frowned, remembering that he still had things to deal with, and said to Ji Wuyou: "You stay here for a while."
He wanted to inform Senior Brother Pei. After all, Ji Wuyou was someone Senior Brother Pei valued very much.
The master of Shangyang Peak left.
Ji Wuyou was the only one left in the room.
Smoke surrounded him. He lowered his eyes and stared at his fingers. They were bluish-white with a faint black color on the tips.
Worry-free...
Worry-free...
In his memory, there was a person who called his name softly. She was blurry in the pure white light, but he knew clearly that she had appeared in his life, in every moment when he was on the verge of death. Maybe she was a graceful girl, a white-haired old woman, or even a man. She could be a blade of grass by the river, or a breeze that brushed his face.
"Who...are you?"
"laugh."
Suddenly, a laugh was heard in the silent palace.
Ji Wuyou looked up suddenly.
The smoke from the incense burner grew larger and larger, filling the entire palace and creating a feeling of a misty fairyland.
The graceful and elegant goddess who had appeared on Pengshan Road countless times when he was unconscious walked out of the white smoke with unparalleled grace.
She had her hair in a bun, with a jade hairpin on her head, and pure white pearls from the deep sea. Her long, thin, azure blue skirt trailed the ground, her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her lips were red, and her nose was white. From a distance, she looked as noble as ice and cold jade.
Ji Wuyou became alert.
The goddess walked forward, her steps blooming with lotus, her eyes teasing, her voice full of laughter: "Why are you surprised? I said we would meet soon."
Ji Wuyou gritted his teeth and looked at her. He was no longer the child who would cry and hold his head when encountering danger.
The goddess suddenly came closer, lifted his chin with her fingertips, sniffed, and then smiled meaningfully: "Son of the Devil? - Such pure Devil blood, I haven't seen it in tens of thousands of years - Is this why she chose you?"
Ji Wuyou was still startled and couldn't help but lean back.
The goddess in the azure dress raised her lips and said, "You are still a child, that's great. Young man, how about I make a deal with you?"
Ji Wuyou pursed his lips and said nothing. He felt from the bottom of his heart that this woman was terrible.
In the illusion, what happened on Kunlun Pengshan Mountain made him deeply realize how twisted and bloody this woman was behind her pure and elegant appearance.
The goddess slowly stood up, her dress trailing on the ground, and without waiting for his answer, she smiled and said, "I will help you awaken and you will release me, how about that?" After a pause, she smiled and said with a gentle look in her eyes, "Perhaps I can also tell you who the 'she' you are talking about is."
Ji Wuyou's calm mood was disturbed by a huge wave.
He looked up at the gorgeous and elegant woman in front of him blankly, swallowed, and then slowly said: "Really?"
The goddess smiled and said calmly: "Really."
Ji Wuyou thought of the scholar who walked out with an umbrella in the dark rain. They clearly showed completely different temperaments, but the man and the woman in front of him strangely gave him the same feeling.
One was world-weary, cold, tired, and irritable, while the other was elegant, dignified, and calm, but they seemed to be the same kind of people, the same in their bones. Recalling the village where life and death were reversed and black and white were not distinguished, Ji Wuyou retched, and when he looked at the woman in front of him, he felt even more afraid.
But he really wanted to know who 'she' was, wanted to meet 'her', say thank you or more. So he said: "How can I help you?"
The goddess smiled with satisfaction: "I was framed and trapped in a man's Dantian. Help me kill him and crush his soul, then I can get out."
Ji Wuyou's eyes narrowed and he shook his head: "No, I can't do this."
The goddess raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
Ji Wuyou frowned, looking pale after recovering from a serious illness, but his tone was firm: "This is killing innocent people, it's wrong."
The woman in the aqua blue dress was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, casually and surprised: "It's amazing, a descendant of a demon can actually be so kind."
Ji Wuyou pursed his lips and said nothing.
The goddess said, "She asked me to protect you, so I came to Yunxiao. But I think what you need is not protection, but to recognize your own identity." She leaned over, and her subtle fragrance floated in the air like the snow in West Kunlun. Her beautiful almond eyes were smiling, "You are from the Heavenly Demon Clan, destined to prove your truth by killing. Do you know that? The magic power of your clan needs to be accumulated by blood. If you don't kill people, you will be useless."
Useless. These two words made Ji Wuyou feel cold all over. He hadn't figured out what the descendants of the demons were yet, but this woman seemed to have made a judgment on his future life with a smile.
If the gloomy man in Zhonglian Village had made him say goodbye to cowardice, be alone, and recognize the truth that the strong are respected in this world, then the woman in front of him was pulling him into an abyss.
Ji Wuyou bit his lip and said, "Even if I kill someone, I will only kill the evil people in this world."
The Kunlun Goddess smiled, "Evil people in the world? Interesting. Good and evil are not so easy to judge. For example, when you look at me, am I evil or good?"
She came closer, and her beautiful and gentle face aroused the hearts of all men in the world.
In just a moment, his skin turned blue, fangs grew, and he looked like a ferocious evil ghost.
Ji Wuyou was so frightened that he knocked over the teacup on the table, and he was sweating all over and holding his breath.
Kunshan Goddess smiled and changed back. She sat down leisurely. She didn't want to discuss this with the kid. She used her slender fingers to clear the dust on the table and said, "My request is not inconsistent with your beliefs. The person who dared to devour me is an unforgivable person."
She said, "As a disciple of Yunxiao, don't you know about the bloody incidents that happened outside the gate of Yunxiao Mountain these days? He was the one who killed the person."
"Killing him is like acting in the name of justice. Besides, that person once tried to harm you. His name is Chang Wu, and he is your disciple from Yun Xiao Zhong Nan Peak."
Ji Wuyou was shocked and said, "He killed the person? You just say it without any evidence, why should I believe you?"
A hint of violent murderous intent flashed across the goddess' eyes, but it was quickly concealed in a smile. She twirled her black hair with her fingers, looking both frivolous and dignified, which was extremely contradictory.
"Don't you remember that at night, at Zhongnan Peak, you came to deliver a letter, and you passed out as soon as you opened the door."
Ji Wuyou had a vague impression.
The goddess smiled and said, "He has a blue bird and wants to use human pills to solidify his soul. You are the medicine he chose. You should be thankful that something went wrong with the previous human pill and it bit Changwu. Otherwise, you would be either dead or crazy now."
Ji Wuyou felt a splitting headache.
Forced to deliver letters, lost, hungry, a beheaded woman, and then in the darkness, someone helped him up, a white-haired old woman, with a vicissitudes of life and gentle voice, pointed him to the way. Following the road, there was a stone door. After pushing it open, all that remained in his memory was a pair of cold eyes of a young man.
He fell ill the next day when he returned to Shangyang Peak.
He remembered!
The goddess said: "Do you remember? It's him. Yunxiao's outer peak test, which is held once every ten years, has been advanced. You go to participate. I will help you, and you will help me..."
She smiled gently, with blood-red flowers growing from the corners of her eyes, "Kill him!"
Pei Jing met with the master of Zhongnan Peak.
The leader of Zhongnan Peak said softly, "He participated in the outer peak test, so he should be well prepared this time. Master, I..."
Pei Jing knew that she was extremely disappointed and wanted to eliminate the traitor with her own hands, but he still said slowly: "Don't worry, as long as you can lure him out, I will arrange the rest."
The leader of Zhongnan Peak sighed and said, "I am also at fault for sending this traitor."
Pei Jing smiled and said, "You are just a teacher. How can you control whether he will do good or evil?"
After bidding farewell to the leader of Zhongnan Peak, he met with several elders of the sect who were harmed by the demon outside the mountain gate. After Pei Jing comforted them, he flew to Xianxiang. According to the instructions of the mortal boy, at the end of an alley in Xianxiang, under the old locust tree.
When he came down the mountain, he naturally changed his clothes and appeared as Zhang Yiming. Xianxiang was mostly inhabited by mortals, so the streets were as lively as the mortal world—all kinds of snacks and food, restaurants and shops, people coming and going, bustling and bustling, quite lively.
Seeing someone selling candied haws, Pei Jing went to buy a string first, but it turned out that the seller only accepted spirit stones, which made him laugh and cry.
The people living in Xianxiang all have ancestors who were disciples of Yunxiao. They consider themselves the descendants of immortals and refuse to return to the mortal world.
Pei Jing bit a candied haws and held it in his mouth. He didn't know what they were thinking, right or wrong. He suddenly remembered what Xu Jing said to him in front of the purple bamboo forest. A Yunxiao disciple wanted to be at ease in the human world, while a group of ordinary people wanted to enter the immortal gate. It was quite interesting.
Subtly, his Taoism heart had changed a little.
There is a pawnshop under the old locust tree.
The alley was cool and the afternoon breeze was blowing gently, making the boy lying on the table drowsy. He seemed to be dreaming about something delicious, and he smacked his lips.
Pei Jing walked over and knocked on the table.
Dong, dong, dong. The young man woke up with a start and mumbled, "Who is it?" Pei Jing cleared his throat and smiled, "I am a messenger sent by an immortal from Yunxiao. I am here to inquire about the news." Hearing the word Yunxiao, the young man woke up completely, his eyes lit up, "Are you from Yunxiao?"
The brown-clothed boy of the same age smiled with white teeth: "It's genuine."
The mortal boy Pei Jing went to find his grandfather.
The old man was sitting in front of the counter at the entrance of the pawnshop, cleaning the table with a feather duster. When he heard the curtain being lifted, he asked without even raising his eyes: "Are you here to pawn or to buy something?" Pei Jing smiled slightly: "Neither, I just came to ask you something."
The old man put down the feather duster and looked over silently.
After all, he is a businessman, how can Pei Jing let him lose money? He took out a piece of top-grade spirit stone from his sleeve. He had never worried about money since he was a child, so he had no idea about it. He had no idea how precious the top-grade spirit stone was, and he looked like a prodigal.
The old man's originally gloomy face suddenly brightened up after seeing the spiritual stone, and he smiled like a flower: "Oh, my friend, whatever you want to ask, I will definitely tell you everything I know."
Pei Jing sat on the stool and looked serious: "You sold a mask, do you remember?"
"Mask?" The old man thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be true."
Pei Jing said: "Can you tell me about the mask?"
The old man stroked his beard, rolled his eyes, and said slowly: "Are you talking about a woman's mask?"
"Um."
"It's a long story. It seemed to be a rainy day." The old man fell into memory: "It was raining hard and the wind was strong. Late at night, the flower stand in the yard was blown away. I couldn't sleep well, so I went out to prop it up. Unexpectedly, there was a person lying under the flower stand. He was covered in blood and seriously injured, and he was holding a bundle tightly in his arms."
"This place is the Immortal Alley, where monks and mortals share half and half. It is common to meet an enemy and end up like this. I thought that I couldn't let anyone die in the courtyard, as it would bring bad luck, so I dragged him into the room. I also applied some herbal medicine on him. I saw that he was still a monk, and he was quite young."
"The monk kept crying in his dream and refused to let go of the bundle. I changed rooms and went to sleep with my grandson. The next day, I found that he was awake, but his soul was gone. He had thrown the bundle he had held in his arms far away. When he saw me, he knelt down without saying anything."
The old man muttered, "What a weird guy. He forced me to take the bundle, but seeing his behavior, I felt that the things in the bundle were ominous, so I refused to take it. The monk kowtowed to me several times and told me that it was indeed an evil object, but it depends on the person. For a kind person like me, taking it will only bring good rewards and a lot of wealth."
When Pei Jing heard this, he asked, "Do you believe this?"
The old man raised his sleeve and coughed, "No, I didn't believe it at that time. But when the monk was recovering from his injuries here, I hung the things in the bundle on the wall. It was a mask, painted very realistically, very beautiful, and good for decoration. As a result, it was just as the monk said, I made hundreds of spirit stones in those few days."
Pei Jing could already guess what was going to happen next: "So you accepted it?"
The old man touched his nose and said, "We are businessmen, so we just want good luck. Besides, I saved him, so this is his thank you gift. The monk left after staying for only a few days. Before he left, he repeatedly told me not to sell the mask to anyone."
"Where did the monk go?" The mask protects the good people? Pei Jing just found it funny. A monk, a compassionate monk, isn't he a good person
Old man: "How should I know where he went?"
Pei Jing straightened up and stared at him: "But you sold it in the end."
The old man looked strange for a moment, and said vaguely: "Isn't it because your immortal Yunxiao insisted on buying it?"
Pei Jing smiled: "Tell me about it."
The old man said, "A fairy from Yunxiao is actually an old customer of mine. He would come to me from time to time to sell me some array talisman paper at a low price. One day he suddenly came and bought the mask from me."
Pei Jing said coldly: "When."
The old man said, "I can't remember clearly, maybe a month ago or half a month ago. But when he came, he seemed to be injured, with his arm wrapped in cloth."
Pei Jing didn't say anything. Injured... probably bitten. As for the time, Pei Jing was sure it happened right after the disciple named Yu Ming from Zhongnan Peak went crazy.
The old man said, "That's about it about the mask. Do you have any other questions?" His eyes were already fixed on the spirit stone.
Pei Jing pushed the top-grade spiritual stone directly to him and said, "One last question. Let me ask you, is there a little red between the monk's eyebrows?"
The old man smiled happily as he took the top-grade spirit stone. His eyes widened instantly and he exclaimed, "How did you know?"
Pei Jing smiled lazily and said, "How do you care if I know that?"
He jumped down from the chair and went out. The sunlight was shining through the branches of the locust tree, but the boy's face was cold.
A monk with a vermilion eyebrow can only be a disciple of the Sakya Temple.
Shakya, a holy place of Buddhism, where Wusheng belongs.
It's really interesting. Fengqi Mountain, Yingzhou, Yunxiao, Sakyamuni Temple... Is there another clue leading to the ghost realm
He returned to Yunxiao and immediately met the head of Shangyang Peak, who said that Ji Wuyou had woken up. Pei Jing thought, these things really piled up together. But he felt that Ji Wuyou might not want to see him now, or dare to see him. He had always been Zhang Yiming, and he might not accept the sudden change.
After instructing the peak master to take good care of them, Pei Jing went to the main hall of Tianqian Peak and used the magic jade to transfer his spiritual consciousness, one to Ji Wuduan and the other to Wusheng.
But actually... Pei Jing thought, they would eventually gather at Jingtian Courtyard.
There is no limit to the distance.
Wuya Pavilion.
Chu Junyu stood silently, a green feather slowly rising from his palm, and then after a strong light, the starlight was intertwined, and in the endless wind, the feather turned into light and shadow, from long hair to eyebrows, outlining the figure of a girl in the air—
Her black hair fell like clouds, her green feather robe was stained with blood, and there was a circle of hideous red marks on her white neck, and her flesh and blood were still rolling.
Chu Junyu said: "Open your eyes."
The scarred fingers moved, and the tightly closed eyes opened. The girl was still childish, and her eyes were lively and bright. The blue color of the sky was innocent and clean. She looked around in confusion. Coming down from the sky, there were unhealed wounds on her white ankles. It was painful when she stepped on the ground, but she was numb to the pain. She was used to it.
Qing Ying looked at the silver-haired and black-clothed man in front of her in silence, but she didn't dare to speak. The cold and evil aura on him was more terrifying than anything she had ever encountered in her life. She unconsciously wanted to hide her breath and slow down her breathing.
Chu Junyu asked, "Where is the Queen Mother of the West?"
When Qing Ying heard the name, the pain in her body doubled and she shrank back.
It’s just that the man in front of him seemed to have a bad temper and a bad patience. He looked at him with his bloodshot eyes, his expression was cold, but his murderous intent was not concealed at all.
Qing Ying suddenly felt suffocated.
The wound on his neck was still there, and someone was squeezing it tightly from a distance. The blood and flesh were churning, and the pain was excruciating.
She opened her mouth, but what came out was the dying whimper of a bird.
Chu Junyu withdrew his hand and spoke in a cold tone: "Where is the Queen Mother of the West?"
Qing Ying fell to the ground, holding on to the ground, her eyes, which were filled with red mist, slowly became clear. Because her throat was damaged, she spoke very softly, as if she were a gossamer: "... She is dead. When my body disappeared, she died with it."
Chu Junyu smiled, his eyes cold: "If she was dead, I wouldn't ask you."
Queen Mother of Kunlun, daughter of Pengshan, a nine-generation deity, and with the power of Heaven, how could she die so easily? She was even immortal originally.
Qing Ying's thin fingers clenched little by little, her pupils dilated, and only one sentence echoed in her mind.
... ... She's not dead. She's not dead.
The resentment, anger, grievance and despair suppressed in the heart once again flooded the world at this moment.
She thought that both of them would perish together, but she didn't expect that in the end... she was the only one who died.
Chu Junyu said: "Forget it. I have other uses for you."
Qing Ying knelt for a long time, the moonlight was cold, and his hair was cold too. The young leader of the Bluebird tribe, who had been exterminated at a young age, suddenly let out a mournful sob, covered his face with his scarred hands, and hot tears oozed from between his fingers.
The author has something to say: There will be a big competition in the next chapter, hahaha, let Pei Pei pretend to be cool, and then be exposed.
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