Mu Lin has saved countless Fanghu immortals and monsters, and saved Zijian, so naturally he can also save Dongting Zhenren.
And, of course, she had to save him.
She wanted him to be a hidden blade in her hand, to be used when necessary and to drink blood.
There was no room for refusal for Master Dongting.
Mu Lin instructed that no one was allowed to disturb him. It took nine days and nine nights to consume the divine power in Dongting Zhenren's body, and then summon the mysterious cold ice, transforming it into needles and thread to repair the immortal veins.
As a patient under her care, Master Dongting felt like he was being tortured. His blood and sweat soaked the bed again and again, his eyes were bloodshot, his veins were bulging, and he looked miserable.
A dim red spread before his eyes, like a bloodthirsty evil light spreading in the cold white water. The pale, residual red, and bizarre light made him feel that life was worse than death.
Master Dongting had never suffered such torture in his whole life. He was in agony all the time and wished he could die. But there was still a doctor in front of him who never gave up. How could he let his efforts go to waste
No matter what her purpose was, she ultimately chose to save him, doing her best to save him bit by bit.
Mu Lin noticed that he had been looking at her, but his eyes were confused and distracted. She felt a little nervous. Could he have lost his will to live? After thinking for a while, she said calmly, "Think more about your family, wife and children. They are still waiting for you to come home."
go home…
Master Dongting's cold and solemn heart was slightly moved. His weak consciousness became firm again, and a faint, lingering vitality appeared in his eyes.
Mu Lin nodded with satisfaction and continued to concentrate on threading the needle.
This cultivation lasted for 49 days. Such sleepless and restless training was so exhausting that even a strong man like Mu Lin could hardly hold on.
She put down the Xuanyou Ice Needle, which had turned deep red after being stained with blood, and watched it condense into a ball again. She shook her body humanely, splashing blood all over the ground, but it was still a beautiful light blue ice cub.
It transformed into a cat, which looked very similar to Ji. Its furry claws grabbed Mu Lin's sleeves, wanting her to play with it.
Mu Lin sat at the table, propped up his head with his fingers, and waved his hands weakly, "I'm tired, go play by yourself."
Xuan You Han Bing walked away arrogantly, with a cat-like face without any facial features full of resentment and grievance. Mu Lin twitched his lips lightly and closed his eyes to rest.
When Master Dongting woke up, she opened her eyes first.
"How does it feel?"
Master Dongting opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.
Mu Lin motioned for the maid to come forward, help him sit up, and give him some tea to moisten his throat.
“… Thank you, Immortal Jiu Cang. Mo Cheng is fine now.”
"That's good." Mu Lin looked at him with a polite smile, "Should the Master take an oath or sign a spiritual contract?"
"… "
When Mu Lin came out of Qiuze Palace, Shuang Ruo immediately came forward to greet him, revealing a bit of anxiety in her haste.
For some reason, Mu Lin's heart skipped a beat.
"What happened?"
"Your Highness, Emperor Orikawa has left."
Mu Lin frowned slightly, "How long have I been in Qiuze Palace? When did Master leave?"
"You stayed for fifty-eight days. The Emperor disappeared thirty days ago. His Majesty the King of Hell said that he had left the underworld for some reason..."
Mu Lin seemed to be thinking about something, raised his eyebrows and said, "Where is Hades now? Take me to see him."
Shuang Ruo led Mu Lin to the back hall of the Pluto Palace. Zi Jian was painting there. When he saw her come in, he paused and covered the painting with a piece of white paper as if nothing had happened.
He raised his eyes and smiled: "Saved?"
"Yes." Mu Lin took out an unsealed envelope and placed it on the table. "This is a handwritten letter from Master Dongting."
Orikawa calmly put down his brush, took out the letter and read it, slightly surprised: "He is so cooperative?"
"I am his savior, and I am asking for a reward."
Mu Lin pinched her brows. If there wasn’t something else that needed to be dealt with, she really wanted to lie down and take a nap. Meditation and practice could also boost her spirits, but how could that be as refreshing as sleeping soundly
"I will write a letter right now and send an envoy to deliver it to the Immortal Realm. This will ensure that the Underworld will be safe for decades."
Mu Lin nodded, watched him pick up the pen, dip it in ink, write, and then handed the letter to her for her to read.
"The gist of the letter is that the 'guest' Dongting Zhenren can be returned in exchange for 30 years of peace."
One day in heaven is one year in the underworld. For the immortal world, it is just a delay of ten days. Internally, they can easily welcome back the real people and make all-out plans; externally, they can give the underworld a buffer to prevent the hatred of restoring memories from destroying them.
In just thirty years, the Underworld could not cause any trouble, so they would definitely agree. Even if they wanted to break the contract, they would not go back on their word immediately, and the Underworld would at least get ten years of breathing space.
Ten years is enough.
"I heard that my master is missing?"
Zi Jian and Mu Lin looked at each other without changing their expressions, but there was a hint of confusion in their eyes: "Well, the Emperor probably went back to Yingzhou."
An innocent and natural reaction, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Mu Lin said casually, "He didn't leave me any words or anything?"
Zijian shook his head regretfully.
Mu Lin sneered: "What a talent! Where did you take my master?"
"I really don't know." Zijian shrugged, his expression frank and sincere.
"I don't trust you. Master can't leave. He promised to modify my mind method for me, so he won't break his promise. Tell me, Your Majesty, where did you trick him to?"
"I can also modify your mind method for you."
Mu Lin slapped the copy of the mental method on the table and said, "Your Majesty the King of Hell is indeed qualified to modify the mental method suitable for the people of the underworld to practice."
But he changed the tone and came back to the same topic.
"Tell me, where is my master?"
Mu Lin's eyes had turned cold, and her tone was slightly impatient. She never liked playing Tai Chi with Zi Jian. It was annoying to deal with people who were full of tricks.
Zijian stared at her with an inexplicably complicated look in his eyes, and said slowly: "Lin'er, do you know that he treats you..."
He suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words.
Should he let her know? Would she understand a little, or... also have feelings for him
Mu Lin looked at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. What was wrong with speaking halfway? What had her master done to her
"… He treated you so well that I got jealous and tricked him into the Samsara Division."
"Are you crazy? Don't tell me that Master jumped into the Well of Reincarnation!"
Zijian smiled at her and said, "You guessed right."
"… Which path did the master enter?"
The six paths are heaven, human, asura, animal, hungry ghost and hell. Mu Lin’s head hurt even more.
"humane."
Zijian is not stupid either. He knows that the immortals will return to their original positions after reincarnation, and they will most likely come to settle accounts with him then.
As one of the three good ways, the human way has always been favored by immortals to overcome tribulations. Experiencing the sufferings of mortals is not entirely bad. It is good for understanding the mind, improving cultivation, and consolidating the foundation. Although these benefits are useless to Emperor Zhechuan, they can also be seen as his good intentions.
He is just unhappy, so what's wrong with doing something secretly
Mu Lin was defeated by his frank shamelessness. Thinking that there must be some inside story, he rubbed his temple.
"Shuang Ruo, bring Fairy Jingchen from the Samsara Division over here."
"yes."
Zijian stepped forward to help her rub her temples, and said with a little disappointment: "Princess, don't you believe me?"
"Heh... We are all thousand-year-old foxes. Your Majesty, why are you playing Liao Zhai with me?"
Mu Lin has known that he is a petty-minded drama queen for a long time, and who knows what else he might be up to.
Fairy Jingchen entered the hall nervously and saluted to the two bosses.
"I know that the fate of immortals and demons who are not in the reincarnation cycle is arranged by the reincarnation masters. Tell me, what kind of fate did His Majesty the King of Hell arrange for Emperor Zhechuan?"
Zijian also looked at her with a smile, and beads of sweat appeared on Jingchen's forehead.
"Your Highness, Princess, I, I didn't deliberately..."
Mu Lin interrupted her and said meaningfully: "Think before you speak. I won't blame you, nor will I let others blame you."
"If the fairy can't speak, why not go to the human world and reincarnate three or five times to practice your eloquence?"
Fairy Jingchen shuddered, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from her forehead.
At this time, Zijian sighed and said gently: "Just answer it properly. Tell the princess what she wants to hear."
"Yes!" Fairy Jingchen explained quickly as if she had been pardoned.
But every time she said something, Mu Lin's face darkened a little, and in the end, she was already full of black lines. She watched Fairy Jingchen retreat with a chill.
When they were finally out of Mu Lin's sight, Jing Chen heaved a sigh of relief, and her legs went weak and she almost stumbled down the stairs. Shuang Ruo signaled the maid to come forward and help her back.
It’s so scary!
Jingchen swore that in the future, when she encountered such a thing, she would just claim to be sick. Yes, she had a headache, diarrhea, and a broken leg and couldn't move. She would never get involved in the fight between the former couple and the current brother and sister, otherwise she would shorten her life by 9,000 years.
Mu Lin pushed Zi Jian's hand away and laughed in anger.
"A star of misfortune?"
"… "
"Can't get what you want?"
"… "
"Short-lived and young?"
"… That's right. I think that going through the tribulation in the mortal world will help the Emperor to see through the world and clear his mind."
"My master's heart is not at peace? According to what you said, he should thank you? Zijian, you are shameless!!"
Mu Lin stood up suddenly, took two steps, and said without turning his head:
"Your Majesty, don't forget to send the letter, and then revise the mental method to promote it. I will go to the human world to find a master."
"Lin'er, gods cannot interfere with mortals privately. You thought you changed just one person, but you actually changed the fate of countless people."
"Then I will also reincarnate, retain my memories, and use mortal methods to change my master's fate."
As the Lord of the Underworld, I do have this privilege.
Zi Jian was silent for a moment, and smiled contemptuously when Mu Lin was about to leave the hall.
"Is it worth it? You and I both know that in just twenty or thirty years, Emperor Zhechuan will return."
Change or no change, pain or joy, are just a few short decades that pass by in the blink of an eye. Even if Emperor Orikawa himself turns around and looks back, he won't care much, right
Mu Lin stopped, turned around and said seriously:
"worth."
"I have basically finished what I can do for the underworld. If you need anything, come to the human world to find me. Zhongli, I feel relieved to have you guarding the underworld."