Chapter 11

The sky above the abyss of the sea was rumbling with a roaring sound, and the dark clouds were so low that they seemed to be within reach. The bright lightning and fire struck the dark water, splashing layers of angry white flowers. The lightning appeared like dead branches and cut in all directions, which made Feng Huanhuan's back cold and her body tremble uncontrollably. Han Fengci lowered his eyes to look at her and said softly, "Don't be afraid, the Yin energy here is prosperous and surging, and only the thunder from the sky can suppress the souls under the water."

Feng Huanhuan was puzzled, her eyes were round, she asked: "Why do you want to suppress the soul consciousness?"

"The abyss of the Northern Ocean is divided into 81 layers, and each layer is a different soul consciousness. The tenth layer and below can be called hell. The punishment in hell gets heavier as you go down, until the 81st layer, which is purgatory. The resentful consciousness there is very strong. If there is no thunder from heaven, once it escapes, the mortal world will be devastated."

Feng Huanhuan frowned and asked, "After a person dies, he still has to go to jail?"

"Of course, mortals will always be controlled by various kinds of greed, anger, and ignorance. As they get older, their various bad desires become stronger and stronger, causing them to commit heinous crimes. And after these people die, they will almost always atone for their sins below the 50th floor." Han Fengci said.

"After atonement, can you be reincarnated?" Feng Huanhuan asked.

"Yes, but, among the souls that have entered the Underworld, only a handful of people have been able to reincarnate over the past ten thousand years. The Underworld's greatest enemy is not itself, but the illusion of the Underworld. It will disturb your mind and magnify all your evil thoughts, even for a moment, ten thousand times. If you want to defeat it, you need a strong sense of atonement. When the soul is as pure and transparent as a Nascent Soul, you can follow the light of reincarnation and enter reincarnation." Han Fengci said.

"What about the soul consciousness above the tenth level? Is it a good soul?" Feng Huanhuan asked.

Han Fengci nodded, "You can understand it this way. The first three layers are immortal souls. The middle three layers are demon souls. The bottom four layers are human souls. The human souls in the bottom four layers are good souls. That is the North Sea. It is determined by your personal blessings and good rewards. How much guidance you can see, tempering a stronger soul consciousness, when the light of reincarnation appears, you will not only be born into a wealthy family, have no worries about food and clothing, and be complete, but also continue your character. You are also what you often call the chosen one in the mortal world. And all his blessings will continue to be rewarded to his descendants and bless future generations."

"Some kind souls have accumulated great blessings in the mortal world. After a thousand years of tempering in the Northern Ocean, they can be promoted to minor immortals."

Feng Huanhuan's brows were tightly knitted, then loosened, then knitted again, with her head slightly lowered, the fingertips of her hands rubbing and entwining back and forth. Han Fengci's eyes were filled with doting, how could he not understand her little thoughts, so he smiled lightly, "Your mother is on the sixth floor, no need to worry."

She raised her eyes suddenly, "Didn't mother suffer?"

"No, your mother was very kind when she was alive, and your grandfather's blessings have always protected his descendants. Your mother is very good. When the light of reincarnation appears, everything will be perfect."

Moreover, the one who can give birth to a spirit must be the chosen one of heaven, and is blessed with supreme fortune. But he couldn't say this now. She would know it later.

The cliffs were abrupt, and the sound of the north wind was a little scary. Feng Huanhuan pursed her lips, looked at him, and said calmly, "I... I'm ready."

"Okay, close your eyes and I'll take you there."

She clutched his arms tightly and closed her eyes quietly.

Han Fengci retracted his gaze, raised his hand, and drew a blue circle of light in the air with his fingertips. He took her hand and walked in. She felt a sense of weightlessness, as if a hurricane was blowing on her face, and the coldness poured into her body. She held her breath and hugged him tightly, fearing that she would be blown away. After a few breaths, she felt that her feet were on the ground, and she timidly opened her eyes. At this time, she was on an arch bridge, and there were exotic flowers beside the bridge that smelled fragrant. There were patches of flowers dotted with stars, and there was no end in sight. Looking up, hundreds of birds were circling around her in circles. She was surprised and happy, and she stood still, not daring to move.

"Han Fengci, are they greeting me?"

He smiled lightly, "Well, they're playing with you."

Colorful feathers, colorful clouds all over the sky, a blue butterfly landed on her shoulder, its wings caressing her cheek. She was delighted and gently raised her hand to touch the blue butterfly. Its wings fluttered, as if responding. She looked at him, smiled and said, "Do you like me?"

Han Fengci nodded with a faint smile. He raised his sleeves and waved them, and the blue butterfly turned into a colorful light spot, which condensed into a ball from stars. Her heart was pounding, and she kept staring at the stars that gradually turned into human shapes, until finally, a gentle woman walked towards her, smiled at her, and her eyes were full of love.

"Huan'er, is that you?"

At this moment, Feng Huanhuan's legs seemed to have grown roots, and she was choking and having difficulty breathing. Salty tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she blinked hard, but her lips trembled so that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Lang Qingci took the silk in her hand and wiped the crying little girl's cheek bit by bit. She held her face with both hands, looked at her carefully, tears flowing in her eyes: "Huan'er, you are indeed my Huan'er."

On the wall of Fuxin Hall, there is a five-foot-long portrait with a blue satin border, which she has seen since she was a child. The woman in the painting is gentle and peaceful, with a peony-shaped hairstyle, long and thin eyebrows like waves on the clear water, and almond eyes as soft as moonlight, which blends into the woman in front of her at this moment. Her eyebrows and eyes are smiling, a smile with tears in her eyes.

Feng Huanhuan couldn't help herself anymore and threw herself into Lang Qingci's arms, crying loudly: "Mother..."

Lang Qingci hugged Feng Huanhuan, covered her face and cried, "My dear Huan'er, you have grown so big."

After a long period of comfort, Feng Huanhuan finally stopped crying. The two sat by the bridge. Lang Qingci seemed to be unable to get enough of the delicate little girl in front of her. She stroked Feng Huanhuan's hair over and over again, brushed her face over and over again, and repeated over and over again: "Grow up, grow up."

"Mom, Daddy misses you so much." Feng Huanhuan took the opportunity to complain: "He has become an old man now, and he is so nagging."

Lang Qingci lowered her head and smiled shyly. Feng Huanhuan continued, "Mom, don't worry. Dad never remarried. He can't forget you. Every year on Mom's death anniversary, Dad cries secretly."

"You little kid, how can you know so much?" Lang Qingci had already noticed the cold jade-like man behind her. She looked at Feng Huanhuan and gestured behind her. Feng Huanhuan suddenly remembered that she hadn't introduced him to her mother yet, so she stood up and trotted to Han Fengci, pulled his sleeve, and walked towards Lang Qingci, "Mom, his name is Han Fengci, the dusk snow is not cold, the north wind is sad and winter is gone."

Lang Qingci also stood up and nodded slightly. She couldn't help but look him up and down, and she had some idea in her mind. Feng Huanhuan continued: "Mom, he was the one who brought me to find you. He is very powerful."

"Huan'er, you are not allowed to be disrespectful to the God." Lang Qingci had completely recognized Han Fengci's identity at this time, so she bowed and smiled indifferently, "Thank you, God, for bringing my daughter to the North Sea. My daughter has such a great opportunity, which relieves my longing for her."

"It should be." Just as Han Fengci finished speaking, Feng Huanhuan interrupted and said, "Can I bring my father and brother to the Northern Ocean to see my mother?"

"Huan'er, what did mother just say?"

Feng Huanhuan pouted, Lang Qingci was helpless, looked at Han Fengci, and apologized: "Huan'er is still young, please don't blame me, God."

Han Fengci looked at Feng Huanhuan with a smile on his face, "Of course."

There were tears in Lang Qingci's eyes. She was very grateful to the God. If it weren't for him, she would never have seen Huan'er again. So, she trembled her lips and said, "Lang Qingci thanks the God."

"No thanks." That's what he should do.

"Then wait for my brother to come back and bring daddy with him." Feng Huanhuan was so excited that she was like a child, jumping and dancing. Soon, Han Fengci poured a bucket of cold water on her. He said, "However, mortals can only come once. Your father is old and can't bear the cold air in the North Sea. Even though these exotic flowers are blooming in spring and summer, these North Sea spiritual flowers are emitting invisible cold air."

"Then why can't I feel cold?" Feng Huanhuan asked.

"What can be sensed is not the most deadly. There are many things in the world that mortals cannot sense, and they kill people invisibly." Han Fengci replied.

"Can't I come here more often?" Feng Huanhuan asked.

Han Fengci nodded. She thought that Daddy could always accompany Mom in the future. She looked happy just now, but now her head sank heavily. Lang Qingci touched her head and coaxed her gently: "Huan'er, although the God is vast and not bound by the heavenly rules, mortals have their own destiny. This is the way of heaven. Even the God cannot interfere at will, because all the backlash will return to your father."

Feng Huanhuan raised her head as if she understood something and nodded, "Mom, I understand."

The North Sea is like spring, with exotic flowers everywhere, and even the cracks in the stone walls are dotted with purple vines. Feng Huanhuan's little mouth never stopped, telling all the big and small things since childhood. She even talked about how she was pecked on the butt by a chicken in a stall and cried until her eyes were red, and finally her father angrily bought the chicken and sent it to the kitchen to make chicken soup. At the time of parting, Feng Huanhuan hugged Langqingci reluctantly, "Mom..."

The words "I'm leaving" were like cotton, stuck in my throat and I couldn't say them out.

Lang Qingci wiped the tears from Feng Huanhuan's eyes and stared at her intently, unable to stop watching. She knew Huan'er had to go, so she hardened her heart and smiled, "Huan'er, tell your father that mom is fine and misses him very much. Mom can hear what he says. Ask him to take good care of you and your brother."

Feng Huanhuan nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Since you were little, your mother has not been by your side. I cannot tie your hair or embroider your skirt. Huan'er, please do not blame your mother."

Feng Huanhuan shook her head, trying her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, and smiled, "Huan'er has never blamed mother. Huan'er misses mother so much that it's not too late."

Finally, she whispered in her mother's ear: "Mom, I like Han Fengci. I want to marry him. Do you think he is good?"

Although Lang Qingci was mentally prepared, she also blamed Feng Nianxiang. How could his daughter be taught to be like him, to speak out everything. She tapped Feng Huanhuan's nose with her fingertips and said lovingly: "You are just like your father when he was young, always afraid that others would run away."

Feng Huanhuan's eyes widened in shock, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, I'm scared."

Lang Qingci glanced at Han Fengci, then retracted her gaze and looked at Feng Huanhuan, "As long as Huan'er likes it, mother will like it."

"It's just that your mother wasn't by your side, and she couldn't teach you how to be a good wife and mother. Your unreliable father would never have thought of these things. Huan'er, remember to look for your aunt. There is no need to be ashamed of matters in the boudoir. She will arrange everything for you."

Feng Huanhuan's face instantly turned red with shame, and she said coquettishly: "Mom........."

Lang Qingci gently stroked her face, reluctantly saying: "Let's go, mother is fine, Huan'er must be happy too. If you miss mother, go to Fuxin Hall, mother can hear you. Huan'er, don't blame yourself, mother's departure is fate, even without you, mother will still have this fate, maybe she died of illness, maybe it was an accident, the way of heaven cannot be reversed. Huan'er, you must be happy."

Feng Huanhuan looked back, her mother waved at her from near to far. When her figure gradually blurred, her mother disappeared in a burst of starlight, turned back into a green disc, and flew into the flowers. Her face was already covered with bitter and salty tears. Han Fengci stopped, gently wiped her tears, and said, "Don't cry."

Her shoulders twitched violently, and she was choking with sobs, "Han...Han Fengci, thank you...thank you."

Really, thank you.