Chapter 69069 Who made you unable to control your heart

Putting on her wedding dress again, Zhuang Rong'er gently tied her hair in front of the mirror, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

In the illusion of the World-Devouring Whale, she also experienced a complete "marriage".

The Nightmare Lady in the illusion was merely a remnant of the one who wreaked havoc in Xingluo Country a hundred years ago. She wasn't her true self, but she shared the same interests as her. For example, they both particularly loved major life events like weddings and funerals, and couldn't help but want to participate in them...

Zhuang Rong'er pulled out a jet-black, slender, straight hairpin from her bosom, which seemed somewhat inconsistent with her wedding dress, and pinned it on her head, mixing it among the pearls and jade.

Her expression was calm, even a little solemn, which might be related to the material of the hairpin itself - it was made of a death cone, which was essentially still a monk's relic, and sitting in meditation was also a form of death, the opposition between red and white.

"Knock knock"

There was a knock on the door, and Nian You had already arrived. "Master Zhuang..." She carefully pushed the door open, staring at the figure in front of the dressing table for a moment before saying, "I should take a lock of hair to tie with the groom."

Nian You, who originally disapproved of this wedding, had already been persuaded by Kong Ming. Now she also felt that tonight was the only chance for a turnaround, so her posture and words inevitably became a lot more nervous.

Zhuang Rong'er turned sideways and saw that she was holding a vermilion brocade box in both hands, with a piece of black hair already placed in it. She then looked away and neatly cut off a strand of her hair.

But Nianyou was a little slow to answer. She looked up at Zhuang Rong'er's expression and said hesitantly, "Saint Jing Huai, I still want to see you."

After Nianyou finished speaking, her heart began to beat fast, and the feeling of something being wrong that she had been feeling became more and more obvious.

In fact, she felt something was wrong ever since she saw Zhuang Rong'er and the saint present at the same time in Kongming Palace that day.

She was one of those people who knew Zhuang Rong'er's feelings for Jing Huai, and she also knew what crazy things this paranoid woman had done in the past hundred years.

That's why she found it hard to understand why Zhuang Rong'er could act so calm.

Even if this wedding is a conspiracy, the person I'm marrying is "that person"...

Has she really let it go, or has she projected all her emotions onto the substitute Ah Huai who did not appear?

Or, because this marriage was fake, she was deliberately suppressing her emotions in order to remain calm?

But if there is no strong love to attract Nightmare Princess, will the monster still come to the banquet as promised before it is fully digested?

It's inevitable to feel uneasy when thinking about worries.

"He wants to see me too?"

Zhuang Rong'er paused for a moment, feeling the sense of déjà vu deepen again.

Because in the illusion, the two fake Jing Huai had also expressed their desire to see her before the ceremony.

Until now, the trend is surprisingly similar...

So, what next?

The candle in the room flickered twice. Zhuang Rong'er nodded slightly and walked out with Nian You, who had a complicated expression.

…

The sage "Jinghuai" stands at the end of the corridor.

He was dressed in black clothes, the collar of which lifted slightly in the wind, and the cloth covering his eyes had been changed to bright red.

Zhuang Rong'er parted ways with Nian You and walked towards him.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" he asked.

As the one who took the initiative to propose a meeting, he gave the initiative of the topic to Zhuang Ronger.

Zhuang Rong'er lowered her eyes slightly and did not answer immediately.

It was unknown how "Jing Huai" interpreted her silence. He only frowned slightly and spoke again, "This arrangement against Nightmare Lady...are you unwilling?"

“No.”

"...From beginning to end, you never seemed to look up at me." His tone revealed a hint of confusion and deliberation. After a few seconds of silence, he continued, "A hundred years ago, were we old acquaintances?"

Zhuang Rong'er clenched her hands calmly without looking up.

She didn't see him again after that.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself... and would take action prematurely.

But the question he asked made her look at him again.

"...How much do you know about what happened a hundred years ago? Have you lost all your memories after your resurrection?" she asked.

This seemed to be just an ordinary question, but "Jing Huai" could hear a hint of sarcasm in her seemingly calm tone, very faint.

He stared at this woman who was different from everyone else from the moment they first met, and felt a subtle sense of loss in his confusion.

He pursed his lips and said softly, "I have no memory of a hundred years ago."

All he knew, apart from the mysterious recognition of his own identity and everything he learned in Feiyuan Pavilion after his resurrection, were the fragmentary memory fragments he gained after merging with a remnant soul from a hundred years ago in Tianque Sect.

Most of those fragments were related to his life experience before he joined the Tianque Sect. He really knew very little about what he had experienced and who he had met as a cultivator a hundred years later.

For some reason, when facing the master of the Ruihuan Valley, every one of her reactions seemed to be magnified in his mind.

He could sense her slight scrutiny of him, and a hint of… hostility? Perhaps it shouldn't be called that, the emotion was truly complex, symbolizing that she was also paying attention to him, but that attention made her painful.

Perhaps his expressions, everything about him, seemed funny or even hateful to her.

"Jinghuai" is puzzled.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and after a long moment, he lowered his head and said, "This marriage was originally a temporary solution. The Nightmare Princess is about to be married, and there is no better way than to accept this move and go with the flow. However, this method will put you at the center of public opinion, and you will inevitably be judged by the world. Ultimately, it is unfair..."

He paused, then continued, "You can also tell me what you have in mind. No matter what, I will try to make amends and will never let you be implicated..."

Faced with such earnest and sincere words, Zhuang Rong'er's body trembled slightly.

"So, what do you want?" "Jing Huai" asked solemnly.

Zhuang Rong'er finally raised her eyes and looked directly at the identical face.

"I want to kill you," she said.

…

The bells and drums in the Mahabodhi Hall rang out simultaneously, each sound deafening.

The smoke of sandalwood no longer surrounded the majestic Buddha statue in the hall. The Buddhist temple, which should have been solemn, was now forcibly decorated with worldly fireworks.

In this regard, everyone has only four words in their mind: out of place.

However, no matter what everyone was thinking, they all maintained basic calmness on their faces.

The monks in the Mahabodhima Hall all changed into plain white robes and stood on both sides, their expressions neither sad nor happy.

The people from various righteous sects who had come to rescue were also forced to take their seats. Their green robes and Taoist robes were mixed together, and a strange and oppressive atmosphere filled the neatly seated rows.

No one spoke loudly, only the sound of the wooden fish, mixed with joy, echoed above the dome.

Below the high seat, the bride and groom stand on either side.

The hem of Zhuang Rong'er's wedding gown dragged heavily on the stone steps, and her expression was indifferent, while the saint's face was as clear and stern as before, but in the reflection of the red gauze of his wedding dress, there was a more difficult to distinguish color.

Nian You's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. There wasn't a trace of joy on the expressions of the newlyweds. They couldn't fool herself, let alone Yan Ji.

Nightmare Queen would never be attracted by such "ordinary" emotions, these are simply boring to her!

what to do? !

She was now at a loss, but Master Kongming, one of the leaders, refused to show up - the disciples of the Great Freedom Hall only said that they wanted their abbot to recuperate well, and since he did not show up on his own initiative, they would not allow outsiders to disturb him.

Just when Nianyou was extremely anxious, the monk in charge of ceremonies was about to announce the auspicious time, but at that moment, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from not far away.

"Amitabha……"

The monks all looked up and saw a man standing outside the door.

He was wearing a bright red robe, his figure was slightly hunched, his steps were very light, and he appeared in everyone's sight with his long-ill body.

The long-awaited Kong Ming finally appeared!

The old abbot walked slowly into the hall, turning the rosary beads between his fingers.

"I'm late."

When passing between the bride and groom, he paused for a moment, then walked forward again.

“…”

Zhuang Rong'er suddenly looked up and stared at Kong Ming's back.

He was indeed sick and weak, indeed powerless, and indeed his every move was no different from my real self, but he was clearly different.

She has always had such a keen awareness, which is particularly effective when facing a certain kind of existence - that is not emptiness.

He wasn't Kong Ming, but he had Kong Ming's appearance, and he walked into the banquet so openly...

The "witness" who signed the marriage certificate finally came.

——That’s Nightmare Lady.

The corners of Zhuang Rong'er's lips twitched slightly.

"what you do?!"

"Abbot, be careful!"

The panicked obstruction of the monk in charge of ceremonies awakened the consciousness of the guests. No one expected that the bride, who had been standing quietly by the side, would suddenly attack and actually launch an attack on Master Kongming!

Zhuang Rong'er's movements were so fast that no one could react. Her figure had teleported behind the old monk like a wisp of red smoke.

The pearls and jade hanging from her hair crown shattered in the air, and the bride instantly transformed into a ghost. Her fingers were like knives, and the fingertips gathered almost material spiritual power until they reached the back of "Kong Ming"'s head.

"How dare you! Hurry up and protect the abbot!"

"Witch Zhuang Rong'er, stop being so arrogant!"

There was an uproar among the guests. The cups on the table were overturned, and the wine splashed all over the floor. In the panic, everyone knocked over an agarwood table.

The disciples and guests came to their senses and stood up one after another, wanting to subdue Zhuang Rong'er, but unexpectedly, the saint Jing Huai jumped in front of them, and the long sword flew into his hand, becoming a moat for him to block Zhuang Rong'er from behind.

...Saint, saint is actually protecting this witch!

"I've long felt that this marriage is not simple. There really is a conspiracy!"

"My dear colleagues, how can we, with all of us here today, just watch Master Kongming fall into the hands of these thieves?!"

"Saint, what are you doing?! Don't be deceived by that witch and refuse to change your ways!"

"Jing Huai" remained silent and silently intercepted the figures rushing towards Zhuang Rong'er from all directions.

And just as Zhuang Rong'er's fingertips touched the monk's robe, "Kongming" suddenly turned around.

There was still a look of compassion on that withered face, but a strange and inhuman smile appeared in his eyes.

He pulled out a withered hand from his sleeve and swung it towards Zhuang Rong'er's wrist with a sharp gust of wind, blocking her attack.

"Rong'er, I'm glad you recognized me." He said in a very low voice, "But you and I both know that I'm not the one you should kill, so why hold back? Rong'er, I'm the only one here who understands your heart. I'm the only one whose face blushes and my heart beats for your surging murderous intent!"

His eyes suggestively swept towards "Jing Huai," who was standing alone against the crowd, and his tone was ambiguous: "Go ahead! I'm here because of your murderous intent! Only I can understand your actions, cheer for you, and transform those who question you into boundless fanaticism!"

The strength of Nightmare Lady is indeed different.

Zhuang Rong'er could feel how firmly he held her hand. In the past, he avoided her attacks as much as possible, fearing that he would be burned by her self-immolating spiritual power. But this time, he did not dodge at all. Even when he whispered to her, the people around him were visibly affected by every word he uttered.

Everyone's emotions were rising exponentially, and the excitement and chaos of the scene reached a new level, even more tense than the night when the snake demon was subdued!

"Kill Zhuang Rong'er!"

"I swear to execute the witch right here and now!"

Even though "Kong Ming" had not concealed his flaws in his speech, showing his laughter and mischief, no one paid attention or cared.

The instigation of Nightmare Queen enveloped the entire mountain range. Most people had become furious, and all they had in their hearts was the crazy desire to stick to the right path and eradicate the evil!

"If anyone stands in my way, they will be killed. If a Buddha stands in my way, he will be killed. Even if a saint stands in my way, he will die!"

In the chaos, no one knew who swung the first sword. In an instant, a flash of light appeared and blood splattered all over the hall. The originally solemn and peaceful banquet scene was instantly reduced to a Shura battlefield.

The sharp sounds of swords clashing, the roar of spiritual energy colliding, and the hysterical roars intertwined into one... People could not distinguish between friend and foe, and had long been fighting in a group like headless flies, with people constantly falling to the ground seriously injured.

As Yan Ji exchanged blows with Zhuang Rong'er, she laughed heartily, "Rong'er, you won't blame me, will you? The friendship I spread always has a source. This time, it still comes from you, from the murderous intent in your heart!"

Zhuang Rong'er coldly stared at the ugly face. She attacked continuously. Yan Ji was teasing her intentionally, and she didn't stop her completely. After suffering some minor injuries, she kindly reminded him, "You cultivators can't stand the fact that innocent people die because of you, right? If you want to put an end to this chaos, just suppress your own emotions!"

“…”

"But I guess you can't quell that murderous intent either! This fake, a body molded from a ball of mud, dares to call himself the bright moon in the sky. How ridiculous and murderous! What's more, he has another remnant soul hidden within him. Only when he dies can you take that remnant soul back into your hands!"

“…”

"If you can't suppress your emotions, you have no choice but to release them! Kill him, put an end to everything! It's useless for you to point your spearhead at me, Rong'er. You are the one who caused everything now. Who made you unable to control your heart? Ha..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

A sword pierced through Kongming's robes, creating a hole in his body.

No blood flowed out, but Nightmare Lady's expression suddenly became painful.

The saint "Jing Huai" who drew his sword and Zhuang Rong'er's eyes met and then separated. The two figures intertwined like mirror images. A killing formation that had been secretly laid out for a long time suddenly rose from the ground. The golden light based on spiritual power instantly strangled the torso of the Nightmare Queen.

Before he could even react in surprise, half of his arm had melted off as if it had been rolled in a raging fire.

"You...!" Panic appeared on Yan Ji's face for the first time. He relied too much on inciting people's emotions, and was convinced that Zhuang Rong'er would be provoked by his words, but he never expected that these two people would sign a murder contract under his nose.

There shouldn't be any emotion hidden from his heart. Why...why did Zhuang Rong'er want to kill someone so badly, yet was willing to cooperate with him?!

At this moment, the body collapsed, and the Nightmare Queen tried to turn into black mist and escape, but Zhuang Rong'er threw away the shawl on her body and quickly wrapped around it.

The mist was invisible, but Zhuang Rong'er used her spiritual power to make fine locks, covering the blood-red cloth completely. Any contact with it would cause it unbearable pain!

It had spent a lot of energy on manipulating people's hearts, and now faced with the attack from the two, it had already shown an irreversible decline.

"Rong'er, I told you that you can't eradicate me no matter what. Even if I disappear today, I will reappear one day! Why bother doing this useless work!" Yan Ji was extremely shocked and angry, and tried to persuade her with words again.

But Zhuang Rong'er responded, "You were right before. Emotions that can't be suppressed should indeed be released. For example, I have the murderous intent to shatter your soul right now."

As the words fell, the silk ribbon suddenly closed, and the long sword broke through the air in a very tacit manner and pierced straight into the center of the black fog.

Nightmare Lady exploded into a sky full of phosphorescent fire amidst a shrill scream, and the remaining demonic energy was completely devoured by the killing array...

Regardless of whether it will come back again millions of years later, at least at this moment, it could not escape.

“…”

Zhuang Rong'er's breathing calmed down a bit, and she raised her eyes to look at the person opposite her who had just put away his sword.

Two seconds later, she gently pulled out the long black hairpin from her hair.