Mu Lin had no lack of love when she was young. Wherever her father went, she would follow him on her short legs. Her father teased her that she looked like a little tail, then bent down to pick her up and put her on his shoulders.
Mu Lin remembered the scent of her father, which was a bit like the scent of red spider lilies, but much lighter. If she smelled it for a long time, she would feel tipsy and sleepy. Every time her father coaxed her to sleep, he would hold her in his arms and gently pat her back.
She grew up safely in his warm embrace for five hundred years. When she was just as tall as his waist, he left her forever, leaving her to struggle in the six realms for ten thousand years, alone and lonely, and he never felt sorry for her again.
When she woke up in the middle of the night, she would always yearn for that warm embrace with a hint of the fragrance of the red spider lily. She was afraid of dreaming about him, but also afraid of not dreaming about him anymore. She usually went to bed like an ordinary person.
When Mu Lin woke up, the pain at the back of her head had gone, but there was still a slight wetness at the corners of her eyes. The remaining sense of happiness still enveloped her heart, making her extremely satisfied.
She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a white datura flower appeared in her hand, but she just put it to her nose and sniffed it, as if through this flower of the underworld, she could still recall the familiar scent in her dream.
The breath from my hometown.
Since she had a master, she never took out the mandala flower again. Reminiscing was the most useless thing and might even bring trouble. She told herself to forget the past for the time being, keep practicing, keep getting stronger, and one day she would realize her long-cherished wish...
She allowed herself to be weak only for a moment.
She is a natural immortal with seven emotions and six desires, which cannot be separated from her.
Mu Lin sat up from the lotus pod and was surprised to find that she was lying in a blooming lotus. She used her fingers as a comb to tie up her messy hair and pinned the datura flower on it.
After getting down from the lotus, he looked around and saw nothing but white, no place was different. In this environment, he had lost his sense of direction and didn't know where to go.
She stroked the lotus petals, which felt soft and delicate, like the finest soft jade. The thick green flower stems penetrated deep into the snow-white earth, firmly supporting the large flower. The whole lotus exuded a faint spiritual energy, warming and refreshing the mind. Mu Lin was able to wake up thanks to its healing effect.
I don’t know why she fell into the lotus. It can’t be that someone helped her, right
Anyway, this is a treasure, and starting with it is the easiest way. Mu Lin took out a dagger and neatly cut off the top of the flower stem. The lotus fell into her hand, but was refined into the size of a palm, and the petals swayed gently.
Mu Lin drew out a trace of fire spirit power from his dantian and injected it into it. The little lotus was as quiet as a chicken. After a while, it began to rotate as if it had life. The rotation speed increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon an afterimage was left.
Mu Lin: “…”
A gray-purple light shot out from the center of the flower, condensing into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky. With this pillar of light as the center, the white fog in the sky retreated in ripples, revealing a deeper layer of gray-purple, which looked mysterious and heavy.
A huge, ancient black character appeared in the sky.
Mu Lin looked at the character carefully. It did not seem to belong to any language system of the immortals or humans. At first glance, it even gave an illusion of being extremely complicated. Mu Lin felt a headache after looking at it for a long time.
There was also a vague sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
At this time, the palm lotus stopped rotating, and changed back to its previous appearance in the wind, floating beside Mu Lin. Mu Lin suddenly had an idea and sat in it again.
The purple lotus swayed and flew up to the sky, rushing towards the character. Mu Lin felt that the surroundings were getting hotter and hotter. The moment he entered the character, his eyes were burning hot. He closed his eyes reflexively, feeling that his body was about to be roasted.
Soon her whole body felt cool again. Mu Lin opened her eyes and was surprised to find that her feet were on solid ground again. In front of her was a palace with a deep space gray as its base color. The purple lotus carrying her melted into a pool of liquid, which was crystal clear and wrapped around her body and flowed slowly, bringing a coolness like water.
The flower juice dripped down like water, soaking the white marble ground. Strangely, the roots and stems broke through the stone ground, and small purple lotuses emerged on the ground.
Everything in the secret realm cannot be judged by common sense.
Mu Lin habitually cast a cleansing spell on his body and walked closer to the palace. There was a white jade plaque above the palace. He looked up and saw the same characters. Mu Lin didn't understand and didn't force himself to understand. He walked straight into the palace through the wide-open gate.
This is the palace where gods lived. It is sacred and magnificent, elegant and mysterious. The palace walls are covered with magnificent reliefs. Deep in the night, the Milky Way reaches Bailiang, the twenty-eight constellations face Yutang, and the dome is filled with stars, illuminating the palaces.
The palace was empty and quiet. Mu Lin walked and stopped, but he couldn't see the end for a long time.
The twenty-eight constellations, the four symbols, the division of the fields, the Pleiades, the Cangshang, the Bishou, the Liuhuo, the Beidou, the Huagai, the Dongxi… until the Milky Way, with thin clouds playing tricks and flying stars conveying hatred, the Milky Way is dark and far away, extending to the deepest place.
There was an indescribable depression in her heart. The more she walked, the clearer her mind became. She finally understood that such a magnificent and vast place, even with the company of endless stars, with a lonely figure wandering all day long, even a god could not avoid being lonely.
Perhaps this is also part of the reason for the demise of the ancient gods.
Mu Lin put aside all distracting thoughts and pushed open the tightly closed door at the end of the corridor. The two doors creaked as they turned inwards, and what came into view was... the library.
The all-maple wood bookshelves are simple and elegant, with the books on them neatly arranged according to height, weight and size.
Mu Lin picked up two books at random, one was a cookbook and the other was an astronomy book. It was obvious that this god did not arrange the books by category, which increased the difficulty of her finding the books.
So she searched through the bookshelf at the edge, layer by layer, trying to find a forbidden technique to fulfill her obsession of ten thousand years.
The conversation between her master and Mo Wangchen gave her inspiration. Her master's lover was almost dead, so he must have used some method to temporarily gather her soul together. He just needed to wait for the Yushu magic grass to bloom so that he could start to condense the soul and recall the dead.
On the other hand, her father's soul turned into thousands of raindrops of light and merged with the land of the underworld. It truly coexisted with the underworld. Although it was difficult to reunite, it would not dissipate. If she collected those soul fragments bit by bit and put them together again, she could follow the example of her master and use the Yushu magic grass to condense the soul and summon her father back!
Even if it takes hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, what's the harm
Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, Mu Lin will not give up. To her, this is even more important than revenge.
What she was looking for was a method to separate her father's soul from all things in the underworld. Mu Lin's eyes were firm.
《Soul Gathering》… Found it!
It couldn't be wrong, this was the book. Mu Lin's expression became solemn, and the inconspicuous gray book in her hand seemed to become hot. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and opened it in the dim light.
The paper is thin and the edges are slightly yellowed. It looks old, but the printing on it is still clear and neat, without any traces left by the owner.
It was too clean. Either the owner didn't like this book, or the owner loved it very much. Mu Lin was more inclined to the former. No matter how you look at it, the gods who are high above don't need this book, right? They are the supreme existence of heaven and earth, and their understanding of the laws of heaven far exceeds that of other creatures. They use the overwhelming power of God, and their sacred and terrifying aura makes the five realms submit. A thought can change the world, a thought can overturn mountains and seas, and it is not a simple matter to gather souls and spirits
Mu Lin was not envious. After all, divinity and human nature were different, and the former was not necessarily superior to the latter. Seeing the traces of the gods in the vast sea of books made Mu Lin guess that the gods had no sorrow or joy, and they had compassion on the common people, which might be because they had abandoned some of the attributes of humans.
Since ancient times, demons want to become humans, humans want to become immortals, and immortals want to become gods. The three spirits have fallen into demons, but what about gods? They are born to be the ultimate, standing at the top of all spirits, and revered by the three realms.
Mu Lin once saw a sentence, he could not remember where it came from, but the content was still clear in his mind: There are only two kinds of sadness in the world, one is not getting it, the other is getting it.
The tragedy for the gods is the latter.
Mu Lin read slowly, page by page, trying to memorize every word while thinking. Thanks to her ten years in the East Pavilion, she can remember everything she read. By the time she finished reading the whole book, she had almost figured out the idea.
This book mentions a method that is most likely to succeed, which is to use the blood and body of a loved one as a magic circle to nourish and gather souls. Mu Lin needs to practice the soul gathering magic circle and soul enlightenment technique recorded in the book, practice the soul gathering magic circle and spread it all over the body, then find a way to enter the underworld, use the magic circle to attract and use the soul enlightenment technique to recall the countless soul fragments of his father, and then look for another soul-resurrecting flower similar to Yushu magic grass, the Fengluo Elf Flower. This spiritual flower produced in the human world is unique and magical. If it can be made to bloom, the effect of gathering souls will be better than Yushu magic grass.
Mu Lin has confidence in practicing magic arrays and techniques. With the guidance of a senior master and many years of hard training in Yingzhou, she has made great achievements in both aspects. There are also accurate records about the origin of the Fengluo Elf Flower, so it should not be difficult to find it. The most difficult thing for her is how to enter the underworld.
There are only a few points of contact between the underworld and the human world. She searched them one by one, but didn't see a single ghost. It can be said that she found nothing.
Maybe there is a good way in the book. Mu Lin made a copy of the book in his hand and put it into his bag, and then he continued to look for books. The huge collection of books is rare in the Three Realms, but unfortunately no book mentioned this. After all, there is no precedent for the underworld to be sealed. Ten thousand years ago, it was not difficult for outsiders to visit the underworld. On the contrary, people from the Immortal Realm often visit the underworld. As long as they submit a visiting card, the King of Hell will generally receive them.
Now the passage is gone, and the Hades is gone too...
The vast underworld must be running all the time, sheltering the ghosts of the dead, judging their merits and demerits, and sending them to reincarnate. How exactly is it done
Mu Lin was puzzled.
After reading so many books, I came across a strange story about a mortal scholar who accidentally ate the soul-leaving grass, and his soul left his body. He was met by the underworld and taken away. He had no choice but to take a day trip to the underworld. In the end, the judge found that his life span had not yet ended, and the underworld sent the scholar back.
This is when I feel that being a mortal is pretty good.
Immortals are free from reincarnation and are not controlled by the underworld. They are almost immortal. The only way to true death is to have the soul scattered. So she can't imitate the scholar's method. Maybe she can try to let the soul leave the body and disguise it as a mortal soul. Floating around in the human world with other dead souls, she will definitely find a way to the underworld.