Chapter 132: Like a Dream

It's late at night.

Jiang Shuyi pasted the talisman paper on the head of the bed.

Lying on the empty bed, looking at the familiar mauve tent ceiling, she suddenly wanted to hold one of Pei Yan's things.

Even just a piece of clothing or a jade pendant could ease her anxiety.

But Taoist Priest Wu said that this was not allowed.

Jiang Shuyi lay there for a long time before she felt sleepy. After she fell into a drowsy sleep, the scene in front of her eyes suddenly opened up. There were golden lights, thousands of auspicious colors, and layers of crystal bead curtains, surrounded by the ethereal fairy mist, which made her feel like a dream.

Suddenly, a pair of fairy maids came over with tea in their hands, brushing aside the beaded curtain and talking to each other: "I heard that after the fairy master returned from his calamity, he brought back the soul of a mortal woman. Is it true?"

Another fairy maid said, "Really? I saw her yesterday when I went to serve tea. The woman was in the spirit bottle, and she was already very weak. I couldn't help but pass some spirit energy to her, but she bounced back. The fairy master said that the woman only wanted him."

The first fairy maid smiled and said, "I'm just about to serve tea. I want to see it with my own eyes. I haven't seen a mortal for a long time, especially one with such a bad temper. Do you think she will want me?"

Jiang Shuyi knew that this was what Wu Jianshan had said about Pei Yan's previous life, who returned to the Ninth Heaven after his death.

The immortal being the two maids were referring to was Pei Yan, and the mortal woman was her.

She hurried to catch up with them.

However, it was no use following. The talisman paper seemed to be showing her what had happened in the past like a shadow play. After the scene was over, it was distracted for a moment and moved to another place.

It is a palace built of crystal glaze. It has no roof, but only auspicious clouds floating above it. There are golden dragons carved on several jade pillars supporting the sky.

As the two fairy maids greeted them, Jiang Shuyi saw a familiar figure sitting in front of a suspended white jade table, flipping through a book. His five fingers were slender and white, as if they were carefully carved.

The hand was a familiar hand to Jiang Shuyi, and the person was also a familiar person to Jiang Shuyi.

Pei Yan lowered his eyelashes and had a gentle face. Compared to the noble and oppressive look he had when he was an emperor, at this moment he was surrounded by an ethereal and immortal aura, with a kind of holiness that was untainted by the dust.

There was also a transparent glass bottle on the white jade table. Jiang Shuyi saw her little self curled up inside it. Although she couldn't see her expression, she could sense that she was feeling listless.

The fairy maid who had just said she wanted to try to save her temper, after adding more tea in the hall, actually used her fingertips to send a thin blue light into the clean bottle.

The little man moved, and then the blue light suddenly turned back quickly.

The fairy maid laughed: "You really have a bad temper."

Pei Yan then took his eyes off the book and looked at the bottle. He stretched out a finger to touch the little man's head soothingly and said softly: "She is unhappy. You should leave. Even if you have good intentions in the future, you can't make decisions on your own."

The two fairy maids knew that the Immortal Lord was serious, and quickly responded and retreated.

As soon as they left, Jiang Shuyi also came over and stared at herself in the bottle.

He was indeed angry. With his back to Pei Yan, his mouth drooped as he faced her.

Jiang Shuyi felt funny and sad.

The next moment, Pei Yan turned the bottle around and looked at the little person helplessly: "Jiang Shuyi, they are not maids in the palace. Since they have ascended to heaven, they are free from worldly desires. They will not do anything by serving tea."

The self in the bottle seemed unable to speak and his mind was not fully developed. He could not understand what Pei Yan said, but he had a bad temper and was still angry.

Pei Yan sighed, raised his hand and enveloped the entire bottle with silver-white light. Jiang Shuyi saw herself in the bottle and her face immediately became full of enjoyment. As she enjoyed it, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After a pause, the picture flashed again.

A young immortal who was equally ethereal but not as good-looking as Pei Yan sat across from the jade table. He drank a sip of tea and asked Pei Yan with a smile, "Are you planning to keep her like this? Not letting her reincarnate?"

Pei Yan lowered his eyes: "I have checked her fate book. She still has three lives to go. Each life will be full of suffering, and then she will be reduced to ashes. Naturally, she cannot be allowed to reincarnate."

Young Immortal Lord: "That won't work either. If she doesn't enter reincarnation, her soul will become weaker and weaker, and she will have to rely on your spiritual power to support her. Moreover, she is so stupid and so young. What's the difference between you raising her and raising a stone? Oh, she's even worse than a stone. The stones in the sky can even talk to you if they are enlightened!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yan slowly poured the tea at hand onto his face.

Jiang Shuyi felt extremely relieved after watching this, and she even kicked the immortal who said she was not as good as a stone, although she didn't kick him hard.

The young immortal wiped his face with his sleeve casually, and then looked at Pei Yan resentfully: "I have an idea, which will not only prevent your sweetheart from entering the reincarnation cycle, but also allow you to join the immortal class."

Pei Yan poured another cup of tea: "Speak."

The young immortal snorted coldly, "You and her go to Siming to exchange your fate. She will become the immortal for you, and you will go through three reincarnations and turn into ashes!"

After he finished speaking, he saw Pei Yan pick up the teacup and subconsciously moved away, but heard him say calmly: "It's a good idea."

Jiang Shuyi's heart tightened, and she was about to remind Pei Yan not to listen to this bastard's nonsense, but the scene froze at this moment. The young immortal king showed surprise, Pei Yan was calm and composed, and then he broke into pieces. Jiang Shuyi seemed to be pushed out by an invisible big hand, and after falling suddenly, she opened her eyes and woke up in shock.

A lilac tent ceiling and an empty bed.

The yellow talisman pasted on the head of the bed slowly floated down and lay quietly beside the pillow.

Jiang Shuyi closed her eyes, feeling extremely sad.

What is ascension? It means getting rid of worldly desires. That ugly immortal king was simply holding a grudge because Pei Yan had poured tea on him, and he deliberately tricked him into death!

Why are you so stupid?

Jiang Shuyi picked up the talisman paper and was somewhat glad that she stopped at this moment. If she really watched Pei Yan defy fate and change his fate, she would probably collapse.

So what Wu Jianshan said was true, Pei Yan really took on her fate...

Jiang Shuyi's heart was broken and her quilt and pillow were soaked with tears.

If she could cultivate virtue and change her fate by following Taoist Wu, that would be fine, but what if she couldn't? She was a vulgar person who only wanted to eat delicious food and be favored by Pei Yan. If she could achieve the right result in this way, the gods in heaven would be worthless.

But the Taoist priest said that she was kind by nature and had wisdom, but she didn't know it.

Jiang Shuyi bit the quilt and cried for a long time. After being confused, she began to feel sad.

No matter what, Pei Yan has done this for her, so she will try her best. If it fails, she will ask the Taoist priest to change their fate back, and she will be reduced to ashes.

If Pei Yan really died for her, she would never be able to become a god with peace of mind.

Taoist Wu said that if she was willing to leave with him after dreaming about her past life tonight, he would find an opportunity to meet her again and he would take her away from Beijing.

Jiang Shuyi thought of an opera she watched when she was a child, in which the White Snake married a scholar to repay a favor. Their love was in full swing, but unexpected twists and turns arose. The White Snake was suppressed under a pagoda by a mad monk. Only after she achieved enlightenment could she be reunited with the scholar.

When I was young, I didn't understand the meaning of the song. Now that I think about it, she has become that snake...