Although Lan Chuihan woke up and his life was not in danger for the time being, he seemed to have his soul taken away, he didn't speak, and ignored Xie Bian's concern.
Xie Bian sighed: "How dare I let Master Lan know about him like this."
"It's great news for Xianyue Pavilion that he's alive."
"Will he recover?"
"It's hard to say." Fan Wuxi shook his head, "Most of those who have experienced the nightmare are mentally damaged, and what they endured in the Infernal Hell is the double torture of body and mind, so even if they leave there, most of them won't remember anything."
"But he is a living person, not a ghost with only a sliver of human soul, and he didn't stay for long." Compared with the sentence of ten or ten years in hell, a mere few days does not sound like a big deal .
"No matter what, we can't help him. We have to take him to the Chunyang Sect. He has the foundation of Chunyang Kung Fu, and there are the best doctors in the world of cultivating immortals. Maybe he can be saved."
Xie Bian glanced at Lan Chuihan who was lying on the bed with a numb expression, feeling suffocated in his heart.
"Chun Yang Sect also has branches in Kyushu, which may help us find Xu Zhinan."
"Okay." Xie Bian nodded, "Let's set off for Chunyang Sect."
Lan Chuihan's body obviously couldn't bear Yujian's flight, so they rented a carriage, the mountains were high and the road was far away, so there was bound to be a lot of delay—
During the few days on the road, Fan Wuxi didn't mention what happened in Hell, which relieved Xie Bian somewhat, but he still avoided it intentionally or unintentionally. He still doesn't know how the two of them should get along, he can no longer be cold-eyed to Fan Wuxi like before, from the moment he called out "Xiao Jiu" himself, from the moment he strongly wanted to "save" But it can't heal the scars of the past. What he really wanted was to stay away, completely away, but now the fate of the two of them was tied together again.
Fan Wuzhen was ventilating outside the carriage, while Xie Bian fed Lan Chuihan and took medicine in the carriage. Lan Chuihan's body has improved a lot under their conditioning, but his spirit still hasn't recovered, as if something is enclosed in this body, and the outside world can't touch it at all.
Xie Bian also talked to him as usual, calling his name, trying to get his attention, but of course, nothing.
A few days later, they arrived in Jingzhou, and Zhaowen personally welcomed them into Luojinwu.
Coincidentally with the depression of the Wuliang Sect, the Chunyang Sect is also showing a declining trend. Looking at the Cangyu Sect who does not know what to do, and I am afraid that I will not dare to step into the Central Plains in this life. The three old sects are all declining. It has already existed in name only, and the world of cultivating immortals has reached this state, which is even more bleak than the era of the Demon Lord a hundred years ago. The most frightening thing is that the disaster is not over yet, and this may not be the worst ending.
After hearing about Lan Chuihan's situation, he immediately sent someone to Jiangnan to deliver a letter to Xianyue Pavilion, and at the same time summoned three elders from the Chunyang Sect to diagnose and treat Lan Chuihan. Because of the practice of pure yang exercises, they are not only proficient in medicine and stone acupuncture, but also heal injuries and illnesses with pure yang exercises. Combining the two, they can at least alleviate any difficult and miscellaneous diseases in their hands.
But after listening to Xie Bian's description, and carefully examining Lan Chuihan's heart and spirit veins, the three elders fell silent, stroking their beards and shaking their heads from time to time, but no one spoke first.
The whole room was waiting for them.
In the end, the three elders gathered together in a corner in a very tacit understanding and discussed in a low voice.
After half an hour, the three of them finished their discussion.
Elder Chen cupped his hands: "Let me do the talking."
"Elder, please."
"The cause of this disease is too bizarre. To be honest, the old man and the others have never encountered it before, but this symptom is quite similar to the disease of losing one's soul."
The so-called loss of soul disease means that when a person is overly frightened or experiences great joy and sorrow, the soul leaves the shell. Usually, monks are required to find the wisp of soul back, but if the time of separation is too long, even if it is found, Maybe you have to become a fool too. The most cases of people gaining and losing their souls are mostly related to evil spirits.
However, for a cultivator, especially a cultivator like Lan Chuihan who has surpassed the elder level, it is impossible to lose his soul unless he encounters some extreme circumstances or attacks, and Lan Chuihan just experienced an unheard of The thing—was thrown into the endless hell with the body of a living person.
"Soul-lost disease." Jie Bian said heavily, "Then did he really lose his soul?"
"No, his three souls and six souls are still alive, and his physical body is fine. The yin energy of the Infernal Hell did damage his body. He didn't eat or drink for many days to become so weak, but these injuries will heal , but his illness is really difficult to deal with."
"Since he hasn't lost his soul, what should we do?"
"We speculate..." Elder Chen stroked his long beard lightly, looked at the other two elders, and said, "The name of the 'Dream Room' is appropriate. We speculate that he was haunted."
"What are you talking about?"
"The word Nightmare is derived from nightmares. According to legend, there is a kind of ghost called Nightmare, which only appears in people's dreams. When sleeping in Nightmare, people are 'outraged'. For example, many people are in dreams, but they can't wake up. It is this nightmare ghost. But nightmare ghosts are usually very weak, they only absorb a little energy from people, and eventually people will wake up after struggling."
Xie Bian nodded: "I know nightmare ghosts."
"Mr. Lan is not possessed by a nightmare, but his symptoms are like being haunted by a nightmare. The torture he suffered in the nightmare room made him sleep in the nightmare of the most painful memory, and he couldn't wake up."
Xie Bian took a deep breath: "I understand, what the elder means is that if he wants to wake up, he can only rely on himself."
Elder Chen nodded: "The more tired and weak a person is, the easier it is for him to be possessed by a nightmare. Similarly, Mr. Lan was soaked in yin energy in the Infernal Hell, his body was weak, and the punishment was too cruel, so he was possessed by a nightmare." What we can do to help him is to recuperate his physical body, let him recover his physical strength, and at the same time keep calling him and talking to him, but to really wake up, we still have to rely on his own will."
"He needs some stimulation." Fan Wuxi leaned against the door with his arms folded. He deliberately stayed away from everyone, because he knew that these people were afraid of his approach, but his tall body still created a pressure that could not be ignored, "Light It’s just that you can’t talk, you have to get to the point, because he was haunted for some reason, you have to use those memories to stimulate him.”
"this… "
Fan Wuxi said coldly: "I have suffered the torture of a nightmare, and if I say it is useful, it will be useful."
"Yes, it should be so." Elder Chen nodded hurriedly.
"But what are we going to use to stimulate him." Xie Bian frowned, "No one knows what he experienced in his previous life, maybe his memory is in the treasure chest."
"I know a name."
"what name?"
"Jiang Qulian's name from his previous life." Fan Wushi glanced at Lan Chuihan lightly, "It should be useful."—
Xie Bian sat by the Jinwu Lake, facing the sparkling lake water, leaning against a thousand-year-old camphor tree, and lowered his head to wipe his sword.
He always likes to polish his sword in his spare time, even if it has been polished to a bright spot, he will still polish it over and over again. I used to love to grow flowers in my spare time, but now a garden of orchids may have been abandoned, only the Junlan sword in my hand can be a little consolation.
The huge camphor tree exudes bursts of pungent smell, which can't stop puffing into the nostrils. He used to hate this smell very much. He loved flowers since he was a child, and lived in the fresh and elegant fragrance of flowers all day long. How could he bear such a strange smell, and the smell of camphor wood is poisonous. Ordinary people only use a little to prevent insects in their homes. I don't see anyone planting camphor wood where they live.
Only the Pure Yang Sect, only Luo Jinwu.
But this kind of statement is biased. It's not that the old-fashioned and eccentric monks of the Pure Yang Sect like to plant camphor trees in the place where they live, but that this piece of land already has this thousand-year-old tree, and at the same time, all the monks in the world are flocking to it Therefore, the ancestors of the Chunyang Sect had no choice but to settle here, and did not dare to damage the geomantic omen of this place in the slightest. This tree naturally became a sacred object of the Chunyang Sect.
Later, the monks of the Pure Yang Sect found that although the smell of the camphor tree was unpleasant, it was very refreshing and beneficial to cultivation.
Xie Bian deliberately came to sit under the tree for a while because of his thoughts, and he became more sober after being smoked, and was able to sort out all the things that happened during this period.
He heard that it was not just that they were looking for Xu Zhinan's whereabouts. After the First World War in Fengdu City, the Chunyang Sect mobilized all its forces to find Xu Zhinan. He has never left Shu, and even haunted Shu Mountain.
According to Xu Zhinan's situation at the time, it really didn't look like he could run far, so he probably didn't go far. Naturally, he couldn't have traveled thousands of miles back to Scarlet Emperor City, after all, Cangyu Sect would not let him go.
They planned to wait for Lan Ziruo, the head of the Moon Pavilion, to come to the Chunyang Sect, then set off to return to Shu, and hunt down Xu Zhinan with the cooperation of the Chunyang Sect monks.
Naturally, it was much easier to snatch the gold casket and jade policy from Xu Zhinan than to snatch the book of life and death from Jiang Qulian.
Only after getting one of them can he deal with Jiang Qulian.
Just as he was thinking, a sound of footsteps interrupted his train of thought. He didn't need to turn his head to feel the familiar aura.
A pair of feet stopped beside him, and a moving voice came from above his head: "Brother, what are you thinking?" The voice was obviously deep, even a little hoarse, and it could be heard creepily during the chilling, but only It is a change of tone, there is a kind of thick gentleness.
Xie Bian didn't answer, but just raised the sword, doing the action repeated thousands of times - wiping the white handkerchief from the bottom all the way to the edge of the sword.
"Let me guess." Fan Wuzhen sat down beside Xie Bian, "You are thinking about Lan Chuihan, Xu Zhinan, Cui Fujun and Bo Zhu, and Jiang Qulian."
"Um."
"Give Lan Chuihan to his father, and our task has been completed. It's not your fault that he became like this. Stop thinking about it."
"He will get better." Jie Bian said calmly.
"Xu Zhinan, we will find it too."
"Um."
"The others are waiting for us to solve them one by one. It's useless for you to think too much at this time."
"What do you want to say?" Xie Bian put down his sword.
Fan Wuxi blinked: "Do you miss me?"