The morning star in the Milky Way and the lonely moon in the blue sky.
A faint and clear light poured in from the palace door, spreading around Jianchou and her feet. The cool breeze of the night blew her clothes. All the breath between heaven and earth carried a hint of the cool and mundane smell, as if bringing people back to the time when they were still on an isolated island on earth.
The days may be bitter or sweet, there may be tears and laughter in the heart.
Jianchou was actually in a trance for a moment, but it was not because of what he had just said, but just because of the situation that evoked her memories.
After a while, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the coroner Wang.
The light in his eyes could not be seen clearly in this dark hall.
But her voice was very clear: "When I accidentally entered the Extreme Realm in the past, I was indeed somewhat obsessed with the Book of Life and Death and the child. I wanted to ask Zhang Tang to find out the truth for me, but it didn't work out in the end. I didn't expect that the flowers I planted with care would not bloom, but the willows I planted by accident would grow into shades..."
When the coroner Wang heard this, the strange look in his eyes became even more intense. He felt that Jianchou's words seemed to indicate that he had been moved by his question just now and really wanted to read the Book of Life and Death to resolve his obsession from the past.
But her tone wasn't quite right.
If someone who is familiar with Jianchou hears her, they will easily notice that although she said that, her voice really sounds vague and ethereal like smoke and clouds. She is not very excited, but instead reveals a sense of indifference as if she has seen through everything.
But at this time, how could Coroner Wang notice this tiny difference
The smile on his lips widened, and he said, "Since ancient times, mortals have said that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. The life and death of most mortals are recorded in this book of life and death. This general book is held in the hands of King Qin Guang, and the subordinate judges only use the sub-books to calculate and check. I think even if you wanted Zhang Tang to check it back then, he didn't have such a powerful means. But I am one of the eight kings of hell, and I have a glimpse into the secrets of reincarnation. Not only can I check the book of life and death, but I can also find the soul of your child from the six reincarnations and change his fate."
There is a lone moon in the sky, sinking to the east.
Gradually, the moonlight became slanted, like river water overflowing from the bank, covering Jianchou's figure and shrouding most of her in the cold silver light, but there was no shadow of her left on the ground.
Jianchou seemed not to notice this abnormality.
After her gaze fell on Coroner Wang, she never moved away from him. She just lowered her eyes slowly after listening to his words quietly.
The tip of the sword, which was originally raised, also dropped.
As if thinking for a while, or struggling for a long time, Jianchou finally raised his eyes again: "I guess there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. You came with the strict order of King Qin Guang, and you must not be here to help your opponent. Your Highness, the Coroner, if you want to summon the soul of that child from the six reincarnations for me, and want to change his name, it shouldn't be that easy, right?"
"There is no deadly enmity between you and me."
Coroner Wang placed his finger on the Book of Life and Death, stood up, and walked towards Jianchou. The tassels on his twelve-tassel crown swayed slightly, making tiny sounds when they collided.
"I came here on orders, originally to use you to set up a trap to stop your evil friend. But you saw through this trap from the beginning, and it never worked. The only thing I can do is to atone for my crime, and I want to kill you to give an explanation. But on the one hand, I underestimated you, and on the other hand, King Taishan is my best friend, so there is such a situation now. In fact, whether there is reincarnation in this extreme domain, and who will rule it, has nothing to do with me. Why don't you and I take this opportunity to shake hands and make peace? This matter of checking souls and changing fates in the Book of Life and Death is my token of allegiance to Daoist Fellow Jianchou."
A token of allegiance
This statement puts oneself in a very low position.
The face of Coroner Wang at this moment had none of the youthful immaturity of a previous talent. Instead, there was a kind of unrestrained and magical air. Every word he spoke made sense and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
Jianchou seemed to be convinced: "Do you really mean what the coroner Wang said?"
"really."
Coroner Wang's footsteps had already stopped in front of Jianchou.
There was a hint of pity in his strange eyes, and even his voice became much softer. He actually handed the Book of Life and Death to her: "This is the list of babies who were supposed to be born on the lonely island in the world. I have no power to fight back against you. If you don't believe me, you can open this book and check it yourself."
The Book of Life and Death.
The life and death of mortals seemed to have been predetermined. Only a very few accidental ones could escape the fate set by others for themselves and enter the City of the Dead or become monks.
After becoming a monk, one automatically breaks free from the constraints of fate.
At least that's what it seems.
Jianchou looked down at the Book of Life and Death handed to him, and thought of the life and death he had seen in his wandering half of his life, and finally felt a mixture of emotions.
She slowly reached out to take it, and with a light push of her fingers, she pushed open the dark golden bamboo slip.
At this time, the moon in the sky was hanging at the entrance of the temple.
The silver moonlight penetrated the void, passed over her slightly thin shoulders and drooping black hair, and illuminated every word engraved on the bamboo slips.
It is indeed a book of life and death on an isolated island on earth.
The year is also marked on the top.
Next came rows and rows of names, recording birth dates, life spans, places of origin, and the names of parents.
Since this was a book of life and death from more than 80 years ago, many of the babies born in that year have grown up. Those with short life spans have reentered reincarnation and are divided into the six realms according to their good and evil deeds; those with long life spans are still alive in the human world, but they should be very old now.
Jianchou looked at the names one by one.
Finally, near the end, I saw a blank space.
It has not been named yet, so it has no name or surname.
His birthday was 3:15 pm on August 24th, and he was sixty-nine years old. His native place was Jiangning. His father was Xie Wuming and his mother was Xie Jianchou.
With a "plop" sound, tears fell from his eyes.
It fell on the blank space in the Book of Life and Death and dissipated into a faint golden dust.
It can be seen that there was a smile on Chou's lips.
She did not feel any sadness, nor did she feel any hatred that could burn her mind. Instead, she felt only a slight sense of regret.
The past is like smoke, which can never be grasped.
Even if its existence has left a deep mark on the heart, it is just a mark. Those who want to move forward can only sigh for this mark, whether ugly or glorious, when looking back on the past.
Coroner Wang stood very close to her, but because she bowed her head, he could not see the expression on her face. He could only see this real tear.
From the Nineteen Continents to the Extreme Regions, how rare are powerful monks
Compared with this already rare existence, even fewer are the tears of powerful monks.
Comprehend the heaven and earth, and obtain the Tao from heaven.
How many people have experienced the joys and sorrows, ups and downs, and bitterness and sweetness of life when they first entered the world? Once they return to the void, their minds become clear, they can see the way of heaven, and gradually become detached, and they can remain calm in the face of ordinary gatherings and separations.
But the female cultivator in front of him seemed different from the others.
Coroner Wang waited patiently without rushing, for fear that Jianchou would wake up from his hazy memories, and also for fear that he would be exposed at such a critical moment.
What he needs is the best time.
A chance to win that could turn the tide!
It seemed that Jianchou was still unable to get rid of this emotion. He just stretched out his fingers, trying to wipe away the tears dripping from the blank name.
However, as soon as she touched it, a bright purple light bloomed from her fingertips!
At this moment, the coroner Wang's pupils suddenly shrank, and his mind suddenly exploded! Everything that happened in the past when Jianchou concealed his identity and participated in the Ding Competition to break through the Soul Pearl Realm and reach Jade Nirvana, all of a sudden, it all came to mind...
Imperial purple!
That spot of bright purple light was tiny, quiet and pure at first, but in the blink of an eye it surged like a waterfall and filled the entire Yama Palace!
The sorrow and the Book of Life and Death were all wrapped up in it.
After a moment, the line of words in the blank space on the bamboo slip flew up in the jade-like purple light and turned into misty ink!
“Buzz!”
There was a loud bang in the void!
With the place where Jianchou stood holding the Book of Life and Death as the center, endless purple light contracted and wrapped around her body, like six purple crescent moons, spinning like a wheel!
The dark gold book of life and death is depressing and solemn as it rotates.
When the purple wheel began to rotate, the seal characters and ink that flew away from the Book of Life and Death seemed to be attracted by a strange force and flew back, like a line of water falling from the sky, and fell on one of the six rotating crescent moons on the wheel.
Then the rotation stopped!
The ink gas condensed into a ball, expanding and squirming like a baby in its mother's womb. Soon it stretched out its limbs and grew a head.
Then his body grew taller and his facial features gradually became clearer.
Finally, he stopped at the appearance of a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.
The mountains and hills in the distance were light ink, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like Xie Buchen. But he didn't have that natural alienation, he was much more approachable, and much softer and brighter, like snow falling from the sky melting on warm jade.
The moment he raised his eyes and looked at Jianchou—
The wheel collapsed and the six paths collapsed!
The imperial purple light in the hall went out silently, and the faint golden light on the Book of Life and Death also dimmed quietly.
Only this tall and straight young man, with a bit of childishness, stood in the silver moonlight.
The moment his eyes fell on her face, a sweet and dazzling smile bloomed on his lips, like sunshine after snow.
Some surprises, some intimacy.
"Why is mother here?"