Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Resurrection Method

Immortal Xiang Heng suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his ears. For some reason, it seemed that he didn't want to hear the answer from the artist from Chunming Pavilion.

"The past cannot be brought back. Practitioners of Taoism should cultivate their minds and not fall into hatred." A gentle voice broke the inexplicable panic of Immortal Xiang Heng. Looking up, it was Saint Ci Yu who spoke.

Saint Ci Yu was looking at the artists from Chun Ming Pavilion with a solemn expression.

"You're going astray."

Sang Ling shifted his gaze to the Holy Maiden Ci Yu, looked at her in silence for a long time, and then smiled.

"What does Saint mean?"

The glow on the body of the Holy Maiden of Mercy was even brighter, and she looked even more glorious and divine.

"Forgetting hatred will lead you to a broader path."

Sang Ling disagreed, "I don't think so. I think the Saint thinks so because she has lived a smooth life and has never had any hatred."

Maybe Sang Ling was blurry-eyed, but the Saint Ciyu's eyes seemed to darken, and then her voice came: "My past was not all smooth sailing either."

Sang Ling smiled, "The birth of the Saint Girl is the will of Heaven, and she is respected by the three realms..."

She stopped talking here, but everyone knew what she meant. The identity of Saint Ci Yu determined that no one dared to offend her, as that would be against the will of heaven and the three realms. As for the word hatred, Saint Ci Yu probably had no idea what it meant.

Everyone present fully agreed with this point. Even Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying were affected. Their guilt was temporarily dispelled and they slowly returned.

The smile on Saint Ciyu's face faded slightly, and after a long while she continued, "Your cultivation is still shallow, only at the Golden Core stage, so naturally you don't understand what I'm saying. Not many people can comprehend the words of Heaven."

Sang Ling smiled. Okay, she was blocked by her cultivation level, and there was also a bug that whenever Saint Ci Yu spoke, it was the words of Heaven.

Although she is already a genius at her age in the late Jindan stage, those present are all powerful people from the Three Realms, and the weakest are all Yuanying stage. Even Ao Ze is in the middle Yuanying stage. He looks young, but he is actually quite old.

It was a statement that was impossible to argue with, even if she thought it was wrong.

The Holy Maiden Ci Yu smiled at the silent Sang Ling.

But the silence was soon broken, "Heh."

A sarcastic sneer immediately attracted everyone's attention. Anyone who was not stupid could see that the sneer was not directed at Sang Ling, but at the Saint Maiden Ci Yu.

Even Sang Ling heard the voice and looked over, and it was indeed Fu Yan.

Fu Yan didn't even look at Saint Ci Yu, but lowered his eyes to meet her gaze.

Sang Ling turned around immediately, only to see that the Holy Maiden Ci Yu's glow had become even brighter, and for a moment she could not even see her expression. But for some reason, Sang Ling always felt that she seemed unhappy.

The next second, the Saint Lady Ciyu still smiled and asked gently, "Does this fellow Taoist have a different opinion on my remarks?"

Fu Yan twisted a strand of Sang Ling's hair around his fingertips and replied nonchalantly:

"fart."

The room was completely silent.

Even Sang Ling was a little shocked. When Fu Wei sneered, she knew that he, like her, did not agree with the words of Saint Ci Yu. But she did not expect Fu Wei to be so straightforward, even arrogant.

This is the Saint of Ciyu.

In an instant, the cultivators from both the immortal and demon worlds glared at him angrily.

"How dare you be so disrespectful to the Saint!"

"What do you mean by the demon world?"

The Saint of the Merciful Fish looked up, her voice still gentle, "Everyone, don't get excited. It is normal to have different opinions on the path of Taoism. Today is the Three Realms Reconciliation Meeting, and we must not damage the harmony."

The people from both the immortal and demon worlds finally calmed down, but they still looked at Fu Yin with extremely dissatisfied eyes.

The topic returned to the peace of the three realms. Saint Ciyu smiled and asked Sang Ling: "Since the Demon Lord said that you can represent the will of the Demon Realm, then I want to ask you, what does the Demon Realm think about peace?"

Sang Ling did not say anything. Of course, she did not dare to say what she thought. Who knew if this was a trap set by Fu Wei for her.

She quietly patted Fu Yan behind her, signaling him to speak his mind.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan did not react at all. Instead, he put one hand on the back of her neck dishonestly, and slowly moved it upwards to touch her earlobe. He played with it carefully as if he had obtained a fun object.

Sang Ling's only thought at this moment was:

…

Before Sang Ling could make the next move, Saint Ciyu spoke first: "The Demon Lord has always acted casually, and today he is even more casual."

For a moment, Sang Ling didn't know whether she was talking about Fu Wei letting her decide whether there would be peace in the three realms, or about him standing behind her and doing whatever he wanted.

But no matter how you look at it, Fu Yan is unreliable. Sang Ling straightened his mind and said, "The Saint Lady doesn't know something."

"Idols cannot get involved in politics."

Now even the Saint Lady Ci Yu fell silent, leaving only the clear laughter of Fu Wei behind her.

How could the peace of the Three Realms really depend on her words? If so, of course she would be happy to do so. But in reality, the peace of the Three Realms does not depend on her or the convening of this Three Realms Peace Conference.

It always depends on Fu Yan.

The right to speak and the right to decide are just games that Fu Wei suddenly came up with.

If she spoke peacefully, Fu Wei was much more likely to disagree with her than to obey her.

Keeping silent was the only thing she could do for the peace of the three realms.

But everyone in the room just felt strange. The demon world might know what idols are, but the immortal and demon worlds didn't know yet and just thought that Sang Ling was mentally confused and talking nonsense.

Sang Ling was in agony, she turned around and glared at Fu Yan fiercely.

Fu Yan seemed to have finally had enough fun. He smiled at Sang Ling and said, "Don't be so reserved. I was just joking with you. Lord Demon has already informed me of the attitude of the Three Realms Peace Conference."

Everyone in the immortal and demon worlds breathed a sigh of relief, even Gou Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Saint of the Fish said, "Please speak."

Sang Ling also turned around, but saw Fu Ying glanced lightly outside the ceremonial hall door, and then his smile deepened.

Sang Ling followed his gaze and looked outside the door, but didn't see anything.

But based on her understanding of Fu Yan, there must be something outside the palace.

Afterwards, the ceremony hall fell into a weird state. People from both the immortal and demon worlds waited for Fu Ying's answer, while Sang Ling looked outside the hall thoughtfully.

After a long period of silence, the immortals and demons could no longer bear it and were about to speak out to reprimand when suddenly a voice came from outside the ceremony hall: "Report--"

Outside the ceremony hall, a disciple from the Cangwu Immortal Palace rushed in in a hurry and knelt directly in front of Immortal Master Xiangheng.

Xiang Heng Xian Zun frowned, "What's the matter?"

The disciple seemed very shocked, pointing outside the hall door and shouting in a high-pitched voice: "Master, Senior Brother Pingjia is back!"

Sang Ling raised her eyebrows. This was a name she hadn't heard for a long time.

It is said that after Ping Jia disappeared with the fake corpse in his arms at the Immortal Tomb that day, he never returned to the Cangwu Immortal Palace, and there seemed to be no news of him in the Three Realms.

Xiang Heng Xianzun frowned and said, "Ping Jia is back, so why are you so reckless?"

It is common for cultivators to spend ten or even a hundred years in seclusion to practice, and Pingjia only disappeared for less than a year.

Although Immortal Xiang Heng said that, he couldn't stop glancing outside the hall.

Hua Ying was even more impatient and had already stood up to greet him outside the hall, but his expression was not very good and he did not show any joy at all in seeing his junior brother.

There was no other reason. Ping Jia took away Sang Ling's body that day and never saw any trace of him again after that day.

Immortal Master Xiang Heng ordered a search but still could not find him. It was as if Ping Jia had disappeared along with Sang Ling's corpse.

Today, Sang Ling's tomb in the Immortal Cemetery is still open, waiting for the body to come back and rest in peace.

Immortal Master Xiang Heng was naturally anxious, but now that the Three Realms Peace Conference was underway, he could not behave too radically, so he slowly asked the disciple who delivered the news.

"Has he arrived outside the palace? Well, go and call him in."

The disciple glanced at Xiang Heng Xian Zun cautiously, "Master...Master, Senior Brother Ping Jia broke in."

Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew outside the hall, and Hua Ying, who was already outside the hall, was blown back two steps with a loud bang.

A pitch-black coffin fell from mid-air into the middle of the hall.

Hua Ying looked surprised and shouted angrily:

"Pingjia!"

The next second, Ping Jia landed on the coffin.

Immortal Master Xiang Heng's pupils shrank and his eyes could no longer leave the black coffin. What Ping Jia was carrying like this could only be Sang Ling's corpse.

He shouted sternly: "Pingjia, come down!"

Only at this moment did his gaze shift to Ping Jia, and he was stunned again.

Pingjia is now dressed in a pitch-black robe, with no other animal features except for his vertical pupils. He is surrounded by black air and is very scary. Looking closely, one can see the hideous scars on his head and buttocks at a glance.

He couldn't maintain his human form, so he cut off his ears and tail.

Looking up, the image is extremely different. When Pingjia was in Cangwu Immortal Palace, he always looked like a carefree young master. But now, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Hua Ying's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, "Ping Jia..."

Xiang Heng Xianzun hesitated for a moment, but still said sternly: "Come down!"

Ping Jia looked at the two of them, sneered, and jumped out of the coffin.

He scanned the hall, looking at everyone. He didn't know if it was Sang Ling's illusion, but Ping Jia seemed to keep his gaze on her for two seconds longer.

Finally, he bowed to Immortal Xiang Heng and called out, "Master."

Although he called him Master, there was no respect in his eyes.

The look he gave Hua Ying was even more straightforward and full of disgust.

Sang Ling leaned back, tapped her fingertips and suddenly smiled.

The three of them actually hated each other, and Pingjia's eyes were filled with murderous intent towards them.

So funny…

Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying also saw it, but they said nothing.

When she saw the coffin, the guilt that had been suppressed by Saint Ci Yu now came flooding back.

The Saint Lady Ci Yu frowned and tried to comfort them, but it was of no use now.

Ping Jia noticed the Saint of Ciyu. His pupils flickered quickly and the corners of his mouth widened: "Greetings to the Saint."

The Saint of the Merciful Fish sighed, "Let's forget the past grudges. He is gone, so why leave him with pain?"

Pingjia raised a finger and made a hushing sound, then said, "No, they deserve to die."

Everyone knows who they are talking about, naturally Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying.

Such straightforward words stunned everyone present.

The Saint of the Merciful Fish had already looked a little impatient. "If the two of them deserved to die, then what about you? I heard that the tragedy that day was caused by the three of you."

Ping Jia did not react to this sentence. Instead, he laughed cheerfully.

"They are the only ones who deserve to die..."

Although Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying felt guilty, Ping Jia was also involved in what happened that day. Ping Jia's words made them angry.

The Saint of the Fish asked, "Why?"

Ping Jia reached out and patted the coffin, the corners of his lips widening.

"Because I found a way to resurrect."

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