Chapter 397 The World of the Living and the Underworld Are Similar

"Qi Yan is dead." Chunyi said suddenly.

Jiang Wanying, who was wiping the dust off the coffin, paused and the tattered cloth slipped out of her hand and fell and got caught on the green grass branches.

She bent down to pick it up, but failed after several attempts.

She had just recently re-condensed her soul, and hundreds of years of cultivation had been mostly dissolved by the special magnetic tower. She could no longer cast spells or take objects from a distance, and was as fragile as a newborn imp.

Junyi picked up the piece of cloth and half-knelt on the ground to take over from Jiang Wanying to wipe the coffin leaning against the tree trunk.

He carried it for more than half a month, but before he had even covered half the distance, it was already covered with dust and needed to be wiped clean.

The mountain breeze blew by, lifting the corner of the old monk's robe, swaying the green mountain flowers and plants, bringing out a bit of the romantic beauty of spring.

But its owner was unaware of it, his eyes slightly drooping, his gaze focused, his posture so pious that it seemed as if he was not wiping a hastily made wooden coffin, but a shrine of a seated Buddha.

"The sun is shining brightly, let's go back," said Junyi.

Jiang Wanying's ghost power has been greatly lost. She can no longer walk during the day. She can only hide in the shade of trees in the early morning when the dew has not yet melted. If she walks for too long, her soul will be burned by the sun.

Along the way, she spent most of her time in the Bodhi beads on Chunyi's wrist.

He said that the last soul that stayed there was Gu Nan five years ago.

But now, Gu Nan has returned home, and Lin Jingchun and Qi Yan have followed Gu Nan one after another. The group of people who used to huddle together and laugh are now only she and Chunyi left.

When they reached Ishiyama Village, Junyi wanted to leave too.

"Can't we not leave?" Jiang Wanying asked.

Junyi didn't answer.

It was midsummer when they arrived at Shishan Village.

More than two hundred years later, the stone mountain is still covered with towering ancient trees. The crowns of the old trees protrude far out of the forest, tightly covering an isolated cabin like an umbrella.

It seemed as if it had been abandoned by time, standing there silently and sadly, until more than two hundred years later, when its long wait finally ended on a misty evening.

"Squeak."

Junyi pushed open the door that had been closed for many years and stood at the door looking inside.

The room was dim because of the dense leaves covering the ceiling, but one could still clearly see the wedding quilt on the bed and the red silk flowers hanging on both sides of the bed frame. On the windowsill stood a small round-bellied vase with a little three-veined aster drooping at the mouth, which had long since withered and rotted.

Everything is just as I remember, with Gu Nan’s shadow everywhere.

"Home." He whispered, as if talking to himself, or as if introducing this former home to Jiang Wanying beside him.

Jiang Wanying floated past him and walked in, her eyes sweeping over the faded wedding characters one by one, and then fell on the half-burned red candle on the candlestick.

Gu Nan and Chunyi got married here, but they didn't stay long. Two hundred years later, she could still glimpse the scene of their wedding in this small wooden house.

She looked at the spacious and sturdy bunk bed, and seemed to see Gu Nan sitting there in red and green clothes, with a smile on his face.

"Can't we not leave?" she asked Junyi again.

Junyi had already walked to the backyard, carefully placed the coffin under a tree, picked up the rusty hoe, and used his spiritual power to dig a square deep pit.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at her.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Chunyi seemed to be smiling at her. His deep, mellow voice was vague and hazy in the flickering twilight. "You also ran for her. You should understand me. For more than two hundred years, looking at the mountains and rivers, I was only heartbroken."

He stood in the deep pit, looking up at Jiang Wanying with a rare weak attitude, just as he had looked up at Gu Nan many times before. His imposing phoenix eyes were filled with broken light, "We have known each other for many years, please help me this time."

Jiang Wanying stared at him blankly, as if she hadn't realized yet that the Rakshasa monk, who had been with her for more than two hundred years and was still cold and ferocious, would actually beg for her favor.

She was shocked and her fragile soul seemed to suddenly become heavy, as if a huge stone was falling heavily on her heart.

She opened her lips several times, but no sound came out, as if she had lost the ability to refuse him in an instant.

Because she understood why he left.

His love and hate grew too fast, and a life span of thousands of years would turn him into a monster. If he didn't leave, he would be swaying and sad from now on, and every day would be better than the present.

She had no reason to stop him. Most men in the world were fickle. This monk, whom she once hated so much, was willing to go with Gu Nan. She should be happy for Gu Nan.

Jiang Wanying turned her eyes away and choked out a reply, "Okay."

Chunyi raised his palm and bowed to her, then took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and handed them to Jiang Wanying, "After I leave, it will protect you."

After a pause, he added, "If you want to be reincarnated, take it to Fayuan Temple to find Chang Qing. He will help you to transform your evil spirit and reincarnate."

Jiang Wanying's eyes turned red, and she turned her back completely, "Who wants to be a human being?"

Who wants to be a human being in this world?

When she gets tired and bored, she will return to heaven and earth and will never be reincarnated as an animal.

Chunyi said no more, put the coffin into the pit, opened the coffin lid, took out the new clothes that Gu Nan bought for him, put them on, and then lay down in it.

He huddled close to Gu Nan, squeezing in to share a pillow with her.

Couples always fall asleep like this.

He smiled, and the tip of his tall nose gently rubbed Gu Nan's cheek. His eyes were slightly closed, and a look of attachment appeared on his cold and handsome face.

Over a hundred years ago, he built a cenotaph for Gu Nan, and placed the clothes she had given him in it to be buried with her. Now he could finally fulfill his wish and sleep in the same bed with her.

The coffin lid closed with a bang.

The soil from all around rushed to fill the deep pit, pressing down the coffin at the bottom of the pit, and gradually building a solid tomb.

No monument was erected. After Chunyi's death, his spiritual power returned to the heaven and earth, and the restrictions around the wooden house disappeared. Anyone could move the land, so engraving words and erecting a monument would be troublesome.

“Click.”

“Crack.”

A series of breaking sounds came from the wooden house.

Jiang Wanying looked over slowly. In the dim twilight, the house that had stood empty for over two hundred years seemed to have finally endured the hardships it was meant to endure. It was like a faded photograph, aging and decaying in an instant.

There was a constant sound of "cracking", the roof collapsed, the walls tilted, and the dust that was raised was as thick as a fog, densely covering the joint burial tomb.

The restriction dissipated.

Junyi went.

He also went to find Gu Nan.

Jiang Wanying stood in the dust and fog, looking around, feeling confused.

She wandered for more than a hundred years before she met Gu Nan, a rare confidant. The two sisters stayed together for more than a hundred years, and then searched for more than two hundred years, but now, everything is in vain.

The love and hate in this world are so poisonous.

It is just like the underworld and purgatory. Living is nothing more than drifting in a foreign land.