Follow Behind Silk Curtains

Chapter 42

Views:

Before entering the divine way, the medicine that Uncle Nian prepared for Cen Qianshan was very effective. After using it, the serious injuries of Cen Qianshan and Fu Yun were finally curbed.

Mu Xue looked through the bottles and jars and found quite a few good things that she was familiar with.

Rejuvenating Pills, Detoxifying Powder, Hundred Flowers Calming Pills, Golden Wound Regeneration Cream... these are all top-grade elixirs that are not easy to buy at ordinary times.

"They are all good medicines. The old man is very kind." Mu Xue muttered softly.

She suddenly realized that there was an obvious omission in her words and hurriedly glanced at Cen Qianshan.

Xiaoshan was sitting not far away, staring intently at the black lotus in his hand without even frowning. He probably didn't hear what he had just said.

Mu Xue breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"I paid a fee to get this black lotus for the Yan family." Cen Qianshan turned to look at the white lotus on the stone tablet in the middle of the pond. "Aren't you going to take that white lotus back with you?"

This is a spiritual plant in the divine realm, and it is very valuable. The Yan family offered 100,000 spiritual stones plus a divine weapon for a Nine-turn Black Lotus.

Mu Xue looked at the tombstone in the water and the person who was imprisoned on the tombstone forever.

When taking out Wuchang's heart, Mu Xue felt a sense of pity when she saw his eyes lose their light and his head lowered.

She spent a large part of her life living with these puppets.

From the crude and simple iron figurines at the beginning to the increasingly sophisticated and agile Qianji later on, she had poured countless efforts and sincere emotions into these puppets of all sizes, and was even able to use her skills to achieve enlightenment.

For a person obsessed with the art of refining weapons, he could not bear to see such a delicate puppet that had already developed consciousness being annihilated.

At the same time, she couldn't help but want to take this opportunity to verify the magic that she had suddenly realized from the delusion.

Perhaps it was the cause and effect that this Wuchang himself had created. In the illusory world where he led Mu Xue into the gate of the temple, Mu Xue vaguely glimpsed a glimpse of the realm belonging to the gods.

When she was riding a dragon into the sky and observing the birth and death of all things, she vaguely saw a glimpse of the truth of the origin of all things.

With the indescribable epiphany in her heart, Mu Xue reached out her hand and concentrated on planting the Nine-Transformation White Jade Lotus into Wuchang's heartless chest.

Watching the lotus of life and the mechanical bloodline merging together under the guidance of his spiritual power, Mu Xue had a sense of refining life with his own hands and touching the edge of the divine realm.

Such enlightenment is more precious than any treasure from heaven or earth.

The man imprisoned in the stone tablet still had his head bowed and his eyes closed. But Mu Xue clearly felt that the vibrant lotus had merged into his blood and blossomed in his chest.

Mu Xue couldn't bear to pick the lotus anymore, and finally kept this precious fairy plant.

According to legend, there was once an ancient god who could use lotus roots to replace human bodies.

Mu Xue hopes that this white lotus can slowly bring a glimmer of hope to this impermanence.

"I just suddenly felt a little sorry for him and wanted to help him." Mu Xue scratched her head and explained to Cen Qianshan with a little embarrassment, "I'm not usually so soft-hearted."

In the demon world, being soft-hearted is a word that will be laughed at. Although she is young, she doesn't want Xiaoshan to laugh at her.

Cen Qianshan endured the pain and, despite Mu Xue's objections, reluctantly carried the unconscious Fu Yun out on his back.

Mu Xue felt very sorry, but she had no choice but to carry her brother out on her back due to her short stature and insufficient physical strength.

Xiaoshan himself was so badly injured that after walking a few steps, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Is it really okay? Can you walk?" Mu Xue asked worriedly.

Cen Qianshan glanced at her sideways, with a hint of smile in the depths of his eyes.

You are soft-hearted. Is there anyone in this world who is more soft-hearted than you, Master

Walking to the edge of the floating island and stepping onto the stone beam where the rain was pouring down, the black lotus glowed slightly with a circle of light. Within the circle of light of the lotus, the rain no longer hurt people.

Fu Yun woke up once in the middle of the night, and the first thing he looked at was Mu Xue.

"Here, here. I'm holding it well, don't worry, Senior Brother." Mu Xue immediately raised the water pitcher in her arms to show him, "I also picked a lot of purple heart grass and kept them all well."

Fu Yun smiled. He really wanted to reach out and touch the little apprentice sister's head.

"Really, luckily I brought you along."

When they arrived at the gate of the temple, everyone was surprised to find that Miao Honger had already freed herself from the petrified state a little.

The fingertips she held in the air had regained their skin color, and her face had lost its petrified look. But the rest of her body couldn't move, so she could only stand there stupidly, rolling her round almond-shaped eyes around.

Mu Xue poured water from the Endless Pool onto her petrified body. Soon, the lively senior sister came back.

After recovering, Miao Hong'er hugged Mu Xue and rubbed her, "Haha, my dear Xiaoxue, I knew you would come back to save me."

Then she saw the miserable state of Cen Qianshan and Fu Yun.

"Alas, you two are injured like this." She sighed and reached out to take Fu Yun from Cen Qianshan's back, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Cen, let me do it, my junior brother."

Miao Honger carried Fu Yun on her back and held Mu Xue's hand as they walked slowly back home.

"I was actually quite scared. After I opened my eyes, I found that my eyes and mouth could move, but my body couldn't move at all. I was really afraid that I would have to stand here like this every day from now on, without any delicious food to eat, and I was so anxious. Fortunately, you came back to save me. You've worked so hard, Xiaoxue."

She then said to the person lying on her shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work, too."

The man answered her with a slight "hmm".

The road inside the Shinto is a strange loop. It is very dangerous when you come here, but the return journey is much calmer. You can even avoid those dangerous areas and return directly to the human world.

After all, this is God's realm, and the mercy of God towards mankind is demonstrated everywhere.

Mu Xue chose to re-enter the Iron Walled City.

The White-Robed Impermanence seemed to know everything and was standing in front of the gloomy tower waiting for her.

When the metal heart was placed in his empty chest, several bright red tubes in his chest moved over on their own initiative, hesitated for a moment, and then fused with the heart.

The metal heart began to beat, and soon it made a thumping sound.

Mu Xue was entrusted with a task and was loyal to the person who entrusted her. She took out the needle and thread and carefully sutured the crack in the chest cavity.

A drop of water hit the back of her hand holding the needle.

When she looked up again, Wu Chang looked down at the water droplets on the back of her hand.

“So, these are tears.”

"In the beginning, my world only had my brother." He slowly talked about the past, "We snuggled together, our hearts were connected, and we lived in a bright and dazzling sea of fire. At that time, our world seemed to have nothing but warmth and comfort. It was God who took the two of us out of that furnace and refined us into what we are today."

"The gods ordered my brother to guard the Endless Pool and let me stay in the Nine Nether Tower forever. Although we can no longer lean on each other, we can still hear each other's voices and see the world through each other's eyes."

He raised his pale arm, wiped the water from the corner of his eyes, and looked at the water marks on his fingertips in the setting sun. "I used to envy my brother. He has a heart that I don't have. He can know what happiness and pain are like humans. I quarreled with him every day, saying that I also want a heart."

Mu Xue exclaimed: "So, he asked me to dig out his heart and give it to you?"

"I can clearly see everything. For thousands of years, my brother's sight has always been nothing but an endless expanse of lifeless water. He often says that he envies me and that he feels pain. But I have no heart, and I don't understand what pain is." Wu Chang pressed his pale fingers to his chest, "Today, I finally understand."

They were created, given a mission, and bound here for thousands of years, clinging to the tasks entrusted by their masters. They have awakened their consciousness, have their own thoughts, and are alone watching the joys and sorrows of the world, feeling envious. They do not understand the pain their brother is talking about.

Now that even his brother, the only person who could respond to him, is gone, he may feel even more lonely after getting the heart.

He was originally a disgusting guy, but now he seems a bit pitiful.

"Wait for a while. Your brother may be able to break free from the pond, wake up, and talk to you again." Mu Xue comforted her, but she was not particularly sure about this. After all, she was a mortal doing the work of ghosts and gods.

"I saw everything that happened to you at your brother's place." The White-Robed Impermanence looked at Mu Xue with a slight smile on his face. His smile was finally no longer so stiff and awkward, and he became a creature who truly understood what joy was.

"Humans are really strange creatures, sometimes so greedy, and sometimes so pure and warm."

His palm was facing upwards, and a bright red velvet flower grew in the palm of his hand.

Mu Xue had seen this flower. It had once turned into a red rope, which was used to tie up Xiao Shan and hang him in front of her.

"Since you didn't take the Nine-Turn White Lotus, I'll give you this one." Wuchang waved his hand slightly, and the red flower flew away from his palm and floated lightly to Mu Xue.

"This is the Immortal Binding Rope. It's a thank you gift. Take it back."

Mu Xue stretched out her hand to take it, but the flower sank into her palm. On the back of her hand, where the tears had just wetted it, a beautiful red flower pattern appeared. Mu Xue's mind moved, and she realized that within the Huangting, on the edge of the Heart Lake, a bright red velvet flower had blossomed.

Wherever the spiritual consciousness went, the petals turned into a red rope which could be long or short and could be moved at will. It was surprisingly convenient.

Wuchang waved his sleeves and sent them back to the boat in Wangchuan.

Mu Xue lay on the edge of the boat, looking at the lonely white figure who was forever imprisoned in the land of the dead.

I wanted to say something more to him, but I felt like I was being too pretentious.

The boat slowly left the shore and drifted along the River Forget.

"Hey. My name is Miao Honger, and I'm a disciple of Xiaoyao Peak of Guiyuan Sect." Miao Honger waved at the white figure on the shore. "Although we had a fight, you're not a bad person. If you can come out in the future, remember to come and play with us."

Fu Yun was still unable to speak, his voice was low and hoarse, and he gently waved his hand, "Xiaoyao Peak, Fu Yun."

Mu Xue quickly followed suit and waved, with a bright red pattern printed on her fair little hand, "Xiao Bai. My name is Xiao Xue."

Cen Qianshan raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Demon Spirit Realm, Fuwang City, Cen Qianshan. The winner is still undecided, we will fight again another day."

The white figure raised his head when he heard these words and ran two steps forward along the shore.

Making friends is a joy, leaving is a pain.

Sadness, joy, and happiness all have their time of birth and death; this is called impermanence.

Life is unpredictable, but the journey has an end.

The Nine-Revolution Black Lotus and the Purple Heart Grass have both been obtained, and the time of separation has finally arrived.

Senior Brother Fu and Senior Sister Miao stood at the fork in the road and talked a lot to Xiaoshan, but Mu Xue was the only one who was speechless and didn't know what to say.

Xiao Shan was by her side, a normal state, a habit. It was as if she suddenly realized at this moment that they would be separated and it was unknown when they would meet again.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Cen Qianshan squatted down in front of her and looked into her eyes.

He had his back to the setting sun, his shoulders stained with the sadness of dusk, his eyes holding too many indescribable things and a bit of cautious expectation.

"Brother Xiao...Xiaoshan, don't get hurt so much anymore. Take care of yourself when you go back. Your master will be happy if he knows." Mu Xue said.

Cen Qianshan's eyelashes drooped.

After parting ways, Mu Xue followed her senior brothers and sisters forward, and couldn't help looking back frequently.

The familiar figure stood motionless in the shadow of the dusk, watching them leave for a long time.