Chapter Twenty-Five: The Past
On the Halberd Mountain, the Ten Thousand Demon Cave.
Chi Ying and Ao Lie stood in front of me in amazement, looking at the extra little tail behind me.
"Demon queen, haven't you been in retreat and cultivating these days?" Ao Lie looked nervous, and he stopped asking.
I knew that I couldn't hide it, so I deliberately simplified the story when I started talking about it.
"During the retreat, I had something important to leave the mountain, and I happened to meet my good sister from the purple bamboo forest. Before she died, she entrusted this child to me, his name is Nian'er, I came to you because I wanted Sister Chiying to buy him some clothes and arrange a bed. Then ask General Ao to be his master and teach him to practice witchcraft. β
"No problem! Since the demon queen trusts me, I will definitely pass on what I have learned all my life to him. Ao Lie patted his chest and agreed sincerely.
Chi Ying also nodded quickly: "Okay." Don't worry, I'll do it. β
When Ao Lie and Chi Ying left, they were busy with their own work, and Nian'er ran to me with a smoke: "Aunt Bai, I want to go out to play." β
"Okay, Aunt Bai will accompany you. I readily agreed.
"No, I don't. Aunt Bai, you're also very tired these days, you can rest, I'll just go play by myself. β
Seeing Nian'er's well-behaved and sensible face, he thought that the barren halberd was the territory of the demon world, and there would be no baskets, so he agreed.
When everyone around me is gone, I finally have to take care of my lovesickness.
I put the medicine jar in a position against the window to let me light, carefully watered it and loosened the soil, and then I was anxious, what kind of fertilizer should be applied to this acacia seed......
"Aunt Bai!"
Nian'er, who had not been leaving for a long time, suddenly appeared not far from the window and urgently called me, interrupting my thoughts.
I looked up and followed the sound, and saw Nian'er running close with a sweaty head, standing on tiptoe outside the window with great difficulty.
I gently pushed open the window and leaned out half of my body in confusion: "Nian'er, what's wrong?"
"Aunt Bai, just now I was swinging in the flower forest, and suddenly a person appeared, he gave me a thing, saying that it is called the Lingshu Xuanji Mirror, let me hand it over to you. β
Nian'er's small hand held up an object wrapped in layers of colorful brocade handkerchiefs.
I frowned slightly: "Who gave it?"
Nian'er shook her head seriously: "That person's whole face is covered, I can't see clearly." β
"Hmm. Got it, go play. β
I silently accepted the things handed by Nian'er, rested them securely in the palm of my hand, sat by the window, and carefully spread them out layer by layerβ
A bronze white jade border Xuanji ancient mirror came into my eyes.
Outside the window, the autumn smoke curls up, the fallen trees are Xiaoxiao, I hold up the mysterious ancient mirror with my slender hand, and peek at myself in the mirror through the glow and shadow.
The green snail eyebrows and hibiscus jade face, the lead that is stained with smoke and red dust, and the faint melancholy that cannot be concealed by the eyes.
Gradually, the mirror image becomes more and more blurry, and when it is blurred to the extreme, it slowly turns clear, presenting an unfamiliar scene......
Who sent this ancient mirror, and why did you send it?
I felt a strong sense of unease, but I couldn't help but focus my gaze curiously, staring into the mirrorβ
The night is like ink, and the moon shadow is swaying.
The pale moonlight, through the floor-to-ceiling hanging windows, dyed the solemn and majestic temple with an endless layer of cold frost.
The white jade torture platform is against the fierce cold moon and cold light.
Under the bright moonlight, a woman in a purple smoke thin shirt held a nine-foot moon-destroying whip, with red eyes, standing on the torture platform, and her purple skirt fluttering in the wind.
A man wearing a purple gold rui beast robe, with a long jade body, fell in front of the hall and slowly walked in.
His figure blended into the vast and boundless night outside the hall, adding a cold and extraordinary moonlight.
The man stepped on the clear and glowing jade steps and staggered onto the execution platform.
The originally handsome face was so white that there was no blood, the eyebrows were gloomy and resolute, and there were scattered blood stains on the lips.
The purple-shirted woman looked at the man with sad eyes: "Shun Jing, do you know that Bai Wan's sin no longer allows her to live in the world." β
Shun Jing's expression was blank and he bowed slightly.
"The white flower fairy secretly released the demon descendants, causing the destruction of the heavenly pillar and the destruction of the living beings, all of which were caused by Shun Jing's lax discipline. I would like to depose the gods and reduce them to the earth, and I hope that the gods will spare her life and not turn her into annihilation. β
I was shocked and looked at Shun Jing in the mirror in a daze.
His expression was as gloomy as a stone at the bottom of the pool, but his eyebrows were so cold that he had a resolute demeanor like the wilderness.
"The pain to be experienced by degrading the divine body that has been cultivated for thousands of years cannot be compared with the ashes. Shun Jing, why are you so troubled!"
The woman in the purple shirt tried her best to persuade her, and long tears suddenly flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Shun Jing turned around slightly, looked in the direction of the Changjun Hall from the hundred-zhang high torture platform, and replied lightly: "Don't be afraid." β
The woman in the purple shirt asked unwillingly: "Then do you know the fate of cramps and broken bones?"
"Don't be afraid. Shun Jing's tone was calm and did not hesitate.
"Ten thousand years of cultivation are ruined in one fell swoop, is it worth it!"
The woman in the purple shirt clutched the whip tightly in her hand, and her emotions could not be contained.
Shun Jing still said lightly: "It's worth it." β
"It's just a humble and nameless fairy in the divine realm, how can she make you like this!"
A sad smile inexplicably appeared on Shun Jing's lips: "It is pity to meet at the beginning, it is a pity to take care of it for a hundred years, and it is love between life and death, and it is a shallow ...... to say goodbye."
"Oh, in that case, let me be punished. The Golden Dragon Emperor personally issued a decree to heaven and dethroned the crown prince. Shun Jing, I hope you don't regret it in pain. β
The purple-shirted woman burst into tears, and angrily raised the moon-destroying whip in her hand, wanting to tie Shun Jing to the torture pillar.
In order to maintain his last dignity as the prince of the Ancient God Realm, Shun Jing glanced at the long whip with indifference and waved his hand to refuse.
"You don't have to tie it up. Even if I am punished for her, I will not run away, nor will I hide. β
After that, Shun Jing turned back into a purple gold dragon body, flew onto the torture platform, and circled out of the torture pillar.
The woman in the purple shirt sadly withdrew the whip, and her heart was desolate.
Shun Jing silently stopped talking, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the capital punishment.
Suddenly, in the ancient temple, the sky changed dramatically.
The torture platform burned with raging flames, wrapping Shun Jing tightly in it.
Under the high temperature of the Divine Flame, the purple gold dragon scales cracked into countless cracks, and the deep cracks of the Dao Dao were visible to the bones.
Ten thousand thunderbolts, with the power of thunder, pierced through the flames and slashed. The tendons and veins all over the body were broken, and the flamingo came to the fire, peeling its claws and pecking at it, and sharply sucked away Shun Jing's thousands of tendons.
No matter how immortal the god body is, it can't hold on.
Shun Jing held the Haotian Sword in his hand and fell in a pool of blood, and his divine consciousness was in unbearable pain, and the last thought was still remembered-
"Luckily, it's not you who was tortured......"
Seeing this scene, I, who had been staring with bated breath, let go in shock, and the ancient mirror fell to the ground in shock.
Netherworld reincarnation, old people forget each other.
One life is missed, and two lives are strange.
When the remnants of the thousand-year-old past peeled off, revealing a bloody scene, which fell like an iceberg, it made me feel cold on all sides.
It was because he took the punishment for me that he cramped and broke his bones and reduced him to mortal dust.
The autumn cold is steep, and the cold penetrates the heart. I was in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, leaning against the window and looking up at the unreachable top of the clouds and snow.
How I hope that at this moment, it is not the shallow wind and snow that accompanies him, but me.
Suddenly, a stream of sad autumn water hovered in my eyes, and between my eyebrows, it slowly overflowed the corners of my eyes and dripped into the medicine jar on the windowsill.
Acacia tears and souls are lovesick, and love goes deep into the bones to arouse the soul.
The tears in his eyes had not yet been washed away, and in the blurred vision, a tender green seedling suddenly grew.
Immediately after, a transparent and soft flower like ice chips bloomed in the medicine jar. The pale yellow stamens, wrapped tightly in the center of the petals, gradually bulge into a round ball.
The petals bloomed in an instant, and a golden round bean peeked out of the stamen.
It's acacia beans!
The tears on my face can no longer distinguish between joy and sorrow. Unexpectedly, the acacia beans that I was looking forward to day and night suddenly appeared in front of my eyes so suddenly.
I carefully picked the acacia beans, put them in my mouth, and swallowed them with my head up.
Suddenly, the memories were like clouds of smoke, and they were racing in my mindβ
In the dim yellow light, my soul floated in a pool of bright waves.
In the water pavilion next to him, there was a majestic man with a face that was better than snow and his lips were like blood.
His peculiar pupils emitted a soul-seizing blue light. A few strands of green silk hung straight down the man's cheeks without being bundled high.
Between the man's slender white fingers, he held a cup of smoky Biluo spring tea, and there was a faint spiritual breath on his lips.
"Who are you and why are you here. He asked
"Where is this, and who are you? I asked quietly.
The man's eyebrows and eyes were dark: "Netherworld, I am the Netherworld Ghost King." I answered your question, and now it's your turn to answer it. β
"Little fairy Bai Yun, I have seen the ghost king. β
"Penglai Xiaoxian?"
The man's eyebrows flashed with doubt, and he asked again: "I haven't heard of your name, what are you doing in my netherworld?"
"I'm here to wait for someone. β
"In the Netherworld, do you know that those who enter the Netherworld must be deliberated by the judge, either to be punished in hell or to be reincarnated. There has never been a lonely soul, wandering in the netherworld. β
β......β
At that time, the ghost monarch was not the reasonable little brother Lu Xiangjun.
Without saying a word, he took me into the hands of the judge.
Fortunately, my name is not in the book of life and death.
He was curious about me with great interest, and took me to the Sansheng Stone to inquire about my origin, but unfortunately he still couldn't find any information about me on the Sansheng Stone.
Since then, I have become a ghostless ghost, floating on the banks of the Lethe River all day long.
I'm afraid I'm too idle, and it's easy to get in the way of those ghost eyes. stood beside Meng Po every day, diligently helped scoop the soup, and handed it to her.
It just so happened that Meng Po had bent over to work for thousands of years, and her waist was not very good, so she got along with her, which was very pleasing to her old man.
However, I never mentioned my affair with Shun Jing to anyone. After all, the divine realm of the Nine Heavens only exists in the word of mouth of mortal mortals. Although I am unknown in the Divine Realm, the sense of alien distance between the Divine Realm and mortal dust still needs to be strictly adhered to and maintained.
In the first three hundred years of the Netherworld, I have seen some people with eyebrows and eyes that resemble Shun Jing, but none of them are him.
I sighed faintly in my heart: "Shun Jing, three hundred years have passed, I have been here, waiting for you, and I dare not leave for a moment." But where are you, do you think of it?"
After a long sigh, he waited patiently and silently for three hundred years.
In the second three hundred years, I have never even seen half of a person similar to Shun Jing.
I was depressed in my heart: "Shun Jing, you have obviously degraded the mortal world, where are you now, why don't you enter the netherworld, is it already gone?"
I worriedly guessed a lot about Shun Jing's fate, but I never thought that he would become an immortal who was high above the mortal dust.
At that time, I thought that I hadn't looked carefully enough, so I saw it for another 300 years.
The Nether Ghost King made his rounds more and more often, and he stood beside me with a frown, following my gaze at the sparkling waters of the Lethe River.
His blue eyes were full of helplessness for me.
"Sister Wan, it's been nine hundred years, how long do you want to wait?"
I was silent for a long time, lowered my eyebrows, and decided: "I don't want to wait, he shouldn't be here......"
The Lechuan River suddenly rippled layer by layer, and even the lanterns on both sides of the river were swaying with the wind, red and fiery, in a trance.
Lu Xiangjun laughed heartily: "Sister Wan, you should have thought it through like this. β
I shook my head firmly, raised my gaze, a stubbornness rose in my eyes, bit my lip and looked at the reincarnation platform on the cliff of sacrifice, and said decisively-
"I don't want to wait here anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for him. I want to enter reincarnation and go to the mortal earth to find him!"