The matter was ultimately left unresolved.
Mu Lin's attitude was very clear. She would not risk her offspring. If she wanted him to consider it, Zi Jian had to explain everything clearly. Otherwise, not only could he forget about having a child, but he could forget about sleeping with her.
Zijian finally compromised and said he would consider it, and then was driven away helplessly.
The next day, he sent someone to deliver a note. The handwriting was strong and clear. Mu Lin couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by calligraphy, and his wrist ached. Orikawa was a perfectionist, and he was also a teacher. In order to educate his apprentice to become a talent, he often "whipped and beat" her in her homework. Mu Lin had nightmares when he recalled it.
Coming back to my senses, I saw two short columns of sixteen words: In this mortal world, marriage is destined; connected by blood, all evils can be dispelled.
Looking at the paper floating in the air and burning, Mu Lin couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
And you still haven't said anything? What kind of curse is on Zijian that makes him so eager to find it? As a blood curse, will this curse be passed on to the next generation
After all, we still need to find out Zijian's background.
The Mid-Autumn Festival, the annual Ghost Festival, is coming soon. Mu Lin feels that the opportunity is not far away. On the day of the Ghost Festival, the underground palace will open the gates of hell, and all ghosts will leave the underworld to be tested. Ghosts with owners will go home, while ghosts without owners will wander around the world, wandering around looking for food. Therefore, it is also called the Ghost Festival. Activities of worshipping ghosts are generally carried out, and lotus lanterns are lit to light the way home for the dead souls. Taoist temples in the mortal world hold grand ceremonies to pray for auspicious venues, and Taoist priests hold prayers to help the souls of the dead souls transcend.
Every year on this day, there will always be evil spirits taking the opportunity to cause chaos, and the underworld fairies are the busiest. As the lord of the underworld, Zijian must stay in control of the situation.
That day was the easiest to get away without arousing suspicion, and Mu Lin had already made up his mind to spy on the Daimo Mountains on the day when the ghost gates were open. When Mu Lin met Zijian, he occasionally mentioned a few things about the Ghost Festival.
"A large number of ghosts have returned to the human world. Do we need to send more officials from the underworld to go with them to avoid any trouble?"
Zijian paused, chuckled and said, "You don't need to worry about this, Lin'er. I have my own arrangements."
Mu Lin held up his chin and looked at him: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard. As long as I think of Lin'er waiting for me in the palace, all my tiredness and boredom will disappear."
Mu Lin smiled brightly, and when she saw his thoughtful look, she knew that half of the matter was done.
As Mu Lin expected, almost all the ghost officials were busy preparing for the Ghost Festival. Zi Jian was worried that she would take advantage of the chaos to leave, so he stayed at the Ghost Gate the whole time, leaving her in charge of the Underworld Palace, which was very free.
Mu Lin used the excuse that she wanted to take a nap and sent her maid to wait outside.
Because she usually had the habit of taking a nap at noon, she did not arouse suspicion. In order to prevent the maid from coming in and discovering that she was not in the palace, Mu Lin used a sleight of hand on the bed, and from a distance it looked like a woman taking a nap. Then he cut his fingertips, and a drop of blood dripped onto the ground, activating the temporary teleportation array that had been drawn long ago. A faint purple light slowly emanated from the ground, and Mu Lin was covered in a dark hooded cloak, standing in the center of the array. His figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was teleported to the direction of the Daimo Mountains.
This teleportation array is a secret technique recorded in the second volume of "Astrology". It can teleport people in the array to a set approximate location. Mu Lin thought it might be useful, so he memorized it in his mind without thinking too much. He didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.
She has been quietly setting up the formation over the past two or three days, waiting to use it during today's operation to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
The gray-black birch trees blocked out the sun, and the quiet mountain forests barely let in any light. It was even darker than the darkness of the yin and yang world. A lavender circle gradually emerged on the ground, and the next moment, a black figure appeared in the circle.
Mu Lin took two steps forward, and the teleportation array under her feet disappeared along with the dark purple lines under her left eye.
Mu Lin looked up and gazed into the distance, but because the environment was too dim, he could only see the vague and vast undulating mountains. This was the Daimo Mountains, where the legendary Hell Demon Lord was buried.
The five elements in the surroundings were terribly thin, with only the dark elements that were everywhere piled up together, weighing down people's hearts.
This is not a suitable place to live for a long time.
The dark element affected Mu Lin's vision. Mu Lin drew out the thin fire element around him and condensed it into flames, which served as floating light sources, illuminating the front as he walked. Every time he walked a distance, Mu Lin would use a dagger to make a small mark on the tree to avoid getting lost in the woods and having difficulty getting back in time.
The dead leaves were crushed underfoot, becoming the only sound, subtle and cold. Mu Lin walked very fast, and unknowingly entered the depths of the dense forest, like a drop of water merging into a vast dark sea, feeling insignificant and powerless.
Mu Lin sighed. Trying to find Madam Lu in the Daimo Mountains was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
At this time, two suppressed coughs were heard from the northwest. Mu Lin immediately looked towards the source of the sound, but he could not see anything because he was too far away. Mu Lin waved his sleeves to extinguish the flames, and listened attentively. Sure enough, he heard a few more coughs, which seemed to be a woman's voice.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Mu Lin cast a silencing spell on his feet, and then walked in that direction without thinking. After walking in the dark for about a moment, he finally saw a figure in brown clothes appear in front of his sight.
She looked like an old woman. Mu Lin stood a few feet behind her, looking at her hunched back, gray hair, and old hands leaning on a wooden cane. She looked very old, a little different from the middle-aged woman that Hei Wuchang had described. Moreover, there was no trace of immortal power around her. Either her cultivation was far superior to hers, or she was not an immortal at all...
Is this Mrs. Lu
The old woman walked very slowly, stopping from time to time to cough. Mu Lin had good eyesight and saw that the white handkerchief she used to cover her mouth was stained with dark red blood, so he suspected that she had tuberculosis. Mu Lin's doctor's problem came back, and he followed her quietly while thinking about how to treat her.
When they reached a stone cave, the old woman stopped and suddenly turned around, her thin and gray face facing the empty woods.
She slowly said, "You have been following me all the way, please come out." After a pause, she smiled bitterly and said, "I am just an ordinary person, I am powerless, I will not pose any threat to you. If you don't mind my humble abode, please come in and have a cup of tea."
Mu Lin was amazed at the old woman's perception of the surrounding environment, which was comparable to Zijian's. It would not be surprising if there was any connection between the two.
"Excuse me." A black shadow walked out of the dark night and took off his hood, revealing a young girl with ordinary looks, but an extraordinary aura.
Mu Lin used a trick so that the old woman could not see her true appearance, nor did she sense any danger or hostility from her.
"It's okay." The old woman shook her head and entered the cave.
Mu Lin followed him in and looked around. He saw that the cave was very empty and simple. There was only a stone table, two wooden chairs, two large wooden boxes, a wooden bed, and a few other miscellaneous items.
The old woman slowly picked up the teapot on the stone table and bent down to pour the tea. Just when she had poured half of the tea, she suddenly felt an intense itching pain in her chest. She lost her grip on the teapot and it fell to the ground! The old woman held on to the table tightly and coughed heartbreakingly. The table was stained with bloody sputum, which looked quite disgusting and terrifying.
At this moment, a hand handed over a white handkerchief. The old woman quickly took it and covered her mouth with it, coughing and gasping violently.
The expected sound of the teapot breaking did not come, Mu Lin quickly caught the teapot and placed it on the ground steadily. With another wave of his sleeve, the mess on the table disappeared, leaving it tidy as new.
As a doctor, Mu Lin couldn't just sit there and watch. She patted the old woman's back, helped her breathe, and slowly injected some golden spirit power into her body to relieve the discomfort in her lungs. Unfortunately, she didn't have any elixir in her hand, and couldn't cure the old woman's pain.
The old woman came to her senses and quickly took two steps back, putting some distance between herself and Mu Lin.
"Thank you for your help, young lady. I have been suffering from tuberculosis for many years. Although you immortals will not be infected, it is still unlucky. Young lady, you should stay away from us."
"No problem."
Mu Lin bent down and picked up the teapot. The tea in the inconspicuous gray-black teapot was actually warm and hot. Mu Lin's eyes flashed, and he poured a glass of water and moved it to the table next to the old woman, "Please drink some water to relieve the pain first."
The old woman smiled and waved her hand: "It's just an old problem, it's nothing serious. My name is Luther, you can call me Madam Lu."
It turned out to be that Madam Lu. Mu Lin was touched but did not show it on his face. He just nodded slightly to show that he understood.
"Mrs. Lu, you can just call me Xiaolin. I'm sure you can feel that your tuberculosis is very serious. I know a little bit about medicine, can I diagnose and treat you?"
Mrs. Lu looked at her and smiled, then politely declined: "No need, I am going to die soon, it doesn't matter whether I get treated or not."
Mu Lin sighed and said, "It will be bad for your health if you stay here for a long time. Why don't you..."
"I'm used to it," Mrs. Lu looked at Mu Lin gently, "Thank you for your kindness. For me, living for a long time is boring. I'm very happy to see Miss Lin today. The stone cave hasn't welcomed guests for a long time."
"Child, you came to me today because you have something to ask me, right? You don't need to be surprised. When I was young, I was fascinated by the art of divination and physiognomy, and I learned a little bit..." After that, Mrs. Lu smiled bitterly and said, "Now that my life is about to end, I look back on my past and find that I owe too many people. Your Highness, I probably know why you are here, and I have been waiting for you here for a long time. I am willing to tell you everything I know, but I also have a request..."
Mu Lin really couldn't have imagined that Madam Lu was a master of divination. Not only did she see through her identity, but she also spoke it out in one sentence and put forward the conditions directly.
In that case, what does she have to worry about