The disciples who had just joined Guiyun Sect responded to Zhuowu respectfully.
Then Zhuo Wu brought Jing Jiujiu to live here.
This group of humans did not know that Zhuo Wu was the supreme god on Mount Guye. They only thought that he was a person who had achieved success in cultivation. They did not have much experience and did not know how to measure the profoundness of this ancestor's cultivation. After thinking about it, they defined him as a great being who was one step away from ascending to heaven!
And included it in the sect's manual.
Zhuo Wu seemed to be more comfortable here than when he was in Mount Gushan. Jing Jiujiu could occasionally catch a glimpse of a look of relief on his face, as if he was smiling
But Jing Jiujiu didn't feel relieved.
Even though he knew that Zhuo Wu was Bai Yuhuai from a thousand years ago, he still wanted to return to reality.
Jing Jiujiu sighed quietly, then rolled over from one end of the table to under Zhuo Wu's nose, and took the opportunity to hug the pen in Zhuo Wu's hand.
Zhuo Wu never let go.
He just pulled out a small handful of hair from the tip, rubbed it tightly, and handed it to Jing Jiujiu.
"What are you going to write?"
Jing Jiujiu dipped the tiny bit of hair into ink and dragged it across the paper.
What to draw
ghost.
It's one of those ghost-like stick figures with a round head and a crooked butt.
Jing Jiujiu drew five little ghosts in one breath, then looked up at Zhuo Wu: "Do you understand?"
He had already thought about it. If he came here because of the mirror... since this thing belongs to the underworld, and the underworld has not collapsed yet, as long as Zhuo Wu takes him to the underworld, he will be able to see the mirror again, right
Zhuo Wu frowned slightly.
Obviously didn't understand.
Jing Jiujiu: “Ulla…” He tried to stick out his tongue, then suddenly remembered that this paper figure didn’t have a tongue.
Now, I can’t even create the effect of a hanged ghost.
Jing Jiujiu had no choice but to start drawing simple sketches again, and then add a few simplified Chinese characters.
This is a ghost.
This is the Naihe Bridge, this is Mengpo, this is the three-meter-tall Yanmo, this is the Ox-Headed, Horse-Faced, Black and White Impermanence... and finally a mirror.
Zhuo Wu's eyes moved slightly, but he said nothing.
He pinched the wine and hid it in his sleeve, then got up to rest.
Jing Jiujiu was trapped in his sleeves and couldn't get out, so she could only crawl in along his sleeves, climb onto his shoulders, and then grope her way to his chest... In the end, she crawled all over Zhuo Wu's body, but still couldn't get out.
Jing Jiujiu:
He was afraid he was going to smother me.
Of course Zhuo Wu did not suffocate Jing Jiujiu to death. Jing Jiujiu fell asleep on his belly. When she woke up, they were no longer in Guiyunmen.
Zhuo Wu walked forward slowly, and a big black hole naturally opened up in front of him.
He stepped into the cave and stepped onto a dark road with no light and seemingly no end. He took out the Jingjiu from his chest, held it in his palm, and whispered, "This is the underworld."
In fact, Jing Jiujiu had already noticed it without Zhuo Wu saying anything.
This road looks long.
But when Zhuo Wu took a step forward, Jing Jiujiu saw a little light. When he looked carefully again, he found that the light was the countless ghosts walking on this road.
Zhuo Wu took another step, and they arrived in front of a city wall. Jing Jiujiu looked up with difficulty and saw the words "Fengdu" written on it. These two words were easy to recognize.
It was at this time that Fengdu suddenly became lively.
The little ghost let out a scream, and even the ghosts lined up behind him cried out in fear, as if they had seen some important person.
At this moment, a gong sounded, and a group of tall and thin men in white clothes, surrounding the even taller man in red clothes in the middle, came in front.
They all had pale faces and looked scary.
Zhuo Wu frowned imperceptibly and covered the eyes of the little paper man. But Jing Jiujiu was too small, so although she was covering his eyes, she actually covered his entire face.
Jing Jiujiu: "...Yan Mo?"
The man in red slowly lowered his eyes and glanced at the little paper man in Zhuo Wu's hand.
Zhuo Wu frowned again imperceptibly.
In the future, will he and Yama know each other
At this time, both the red-clothed and the white-clothed people bowed respectfully to Zhuo Wu and asked, "Why did you come here, Immortal Lord?"
How can they not revere the turbidity and nothingness
Those gods who died earlier now don’t know why.
Zhuo Wu had already had some vague guesses in his mind. He paused for a moment and asked, "Where is the mirror?"
The man in white immediately led the way and led them into the hall.
A large mirror was placed in the center. The mirror surface was gray and there were iron chains tied to it.
Zhuo Wu walked forward and did not move.
"Immortal Lord?" The ghost officials in the underworld were all confused.
Another person was so brave that he stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to untie the ropes for me?"
Zhuo Wu didn't say anything, but stroked Jing Jiujiu on his palm. However, with a thought, the iron chain broke into pieces.
In an instant, the mirror also lit up.
The light was so dazzling that it flashed and disappeared in an instant. The people behind them took a quick look and saw only countless hanging bodies that exuded a faint pressure. Divine corpses? Divine corpses! Before they could change color with horror, the image in the mirror had disappeared.
Zhuo Wu lowered his eyes again—
His palms were empty.
Jing Jiujiu's world suddenly became dark again, but the darkness was only temporary. He blinked hard, and soon his vision became clear again.
"Bai Yuhuai?"
Strangely, no one around responded to him.
Jing Jiujiu was so frightened that she rolled over.
Did he enter someone else's past again
As Jing Jiujiu was thinking, he saw three words slowly appear in his sight - Guiyunmen. Jing Jiujiu was slightly startled. He saw Guiyunmen again. It was a thousand years ago, not a thousand years later.
Because the next moment, he saw Zhuo Wu slowly walking into the door.
Zhuo Wu waved his sleeves.
A mirror fell in the middle of the room.
Jing Jiujiu:
Why did he take the mirror with him? No wonder the mirror was in his cave in Mount Gushe at that time.
Zhuo Wu began to go into seclusion, and it was unknown how many years he stayed there.
From Jing Jiujiu's perspective, he only saw Zhuo Wu sitting there motionless. Every once in a while, he would go on a long journey and then come back to continue his retreat. Jing Jiujiu could see the stars in the sky rotating and falling one after another. He could see that the people in the Divine Court gradually changed color when talking about Mount Gushe.
Natural disasters have become more frequent.
With a loud bang, the earth shook and most of the sky collapsed.
Jing Jiujiu closed her eyes and then opened them again.
He saw Zhuo Wu step into a dark cave again.
On this long and endless road, more and more dead souls appeared, gradually crowded together, shoulder to shoulder.
When they reached the wall of Fengdu, they found that half of the wall had collapsed. Yan Mo had disappeared, and only a few bearded "men" wearing jade crowns and a group of people in white knelt down in front of Zhuo Wu tremblingly.
"I want to enter reincarnation." Zhuo Wu said lightly.
Jing Jiujiu now understood his words clearly.
Maybe it's because... Jing Jiujiu was stunned. Maybe it's because he is now truly entering Zhuo Wu's past. What he entered before was indeed his own past.
The "people" on the opposite side were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed one by one.
"How can the Immortal Lord enter reincarnation if he is immortal?"
Zhuo Wu raised his hand and pressed it on his chest, easily piercing his flesh. He said calmly, "How can I not die?"
The "person" on the other side was even more horrified, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying: "How can the six reincarnations of the underworld withstand the soul of the Immortal Lord?"
Zhuo Wu did not respond, but walked slowly into the cycle of reincarnation without turning his head or blinking.
The wheel of reincarnation was a huge stone plate with six lines carved on it, emitting six different colored lights. When Zhuo Wuyi walked in, the six lights became turbid and condensed into one. The stone plate also gradually cracked, making a crackling sound.
The collapse of the heavens and earth began at the same moment...
All the creatures in the underworld were trembling and dared not raise their heads.
Jing Jiujiu’s eyes blurred.
In a trance, he seemed to see Zhuo Wu spread out his palms.
On the palm of the hand lay a lame little paper figure that was dry, slightly yellowed, and so rotten that it seemed like it would break if blown.
It was a paper human body made of Jing Jiujiu soaked in ink and dried with Qilin fire.
…
Where Jing Jiujiu can’t see.
The light in the mirror was flowing, and the picture was shaking slightly. The next moment,
The stone plate cracked with a loud rumbling sound, and a pair of hands tore the six reincarnations apart...
He walked into the turbidity of reincarnation and walked out again.
Blood mixed with gold was still flowing down his chest.
He looked up into the void, as if that place was connected to all things in the universe.
He cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Zhuo Wu's expression became colder and colder.
…If he enters the cycle of reincarnation and is reborn, even if it is his next life, it will no longer be him.
I am your wine
My wine.
Then it can only be mine.
He wants to deceive the heavens, deceive the underworld, and deceive everyone in the world... Only when he himself believes that he has been reincarnated, this lie can be true.
He wanted to make up a lie, a long lie that would last for a thousand years.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
When the "people" from the local government raised their heads tremblingly again, the Immortal King was no longer there, only a little dried blood on the ground.
The Immortal Lord of Mount Gushan, who was regarded as the God of Creation, completely fell and disappeared from this world.
From then on, all gods and Buddhas became extinct.
…
Jing Jiujiu opened her eyes again and again.
Countless divine bones were hanging above the head, and the pressure in the cave was heavy.
Master Tingyi seemed to be fixed there, unable to move.
But Bai Yuhuai, who was standing opposite him, opened his eyes at the same time.
The soul returned to its place, and a little paper man landed lightly on the ground.
Bai Yuhuai stared at Jing Jiujiu deeply. He slowly spread out his palm, where lay another lame little paper man, who was dry, slightly yellowed, and so rotten that it seemed like it would break if blown.
That was something that had been held for thousands of years.
Even until he changed his name and surname, the little paper figurine was always in his heart.