Chapter 32 The Supreme Being of Forgetfulness
Humans have bones and blood; they are not clay sculptures. Therefore, they are burdened with the seven emotions and six desires throughout their lives. Cultivating immortality and changing one's fate is about stripping people away from the entanglements of this world.
The highest form of detachment from worldly desires requires experiencing the hardships of the world, suppressing one's selfish desires, and treating all people with a compassionate and divine nature. This is the path of detachment from worldly desires.
Mengji cultivated this path.
Therefore, he did not feel hardship when experiencing these things, nor did he feel heartache when talking about them.
He said expressionlessly, "That's how my mother is. She suffered too much and was never properly loved in her life, which is why she acts this way."
The Qiao family made mistakes, but she was definitely not the only one at fault.
The source of all suffering is simply that person.
"Don't say anymore, Little Daoist, you're just too kind-hearted." He didn't feel sad, but Yao Jin felt sorry for him.
She had already removed the threads that were sewing Mengji's mouth shut. These were rough, hemp threads used in the mortal world to sew shoes. Yao Jin couldn't imagine how they had been threaded through bit by bit.
Even if a cultivator can heal themselves, they still feel pain.
Looking at the blood on the hemp thread, her hands were burned, and her hatred grew stronger. "She doesn't deserve to be your mother. She's more vicious than a demon."
Po Wang, hiding in the corner, let out a slight sigh of relief. Why?!
By what right do you dare insult the devil?!
In a duel between masters, a moment of distraction or a blink of an eye can determine the course of the battle, let alone this rough, labored breathing at this moment.
Meng Ji paused, his hand holding Yao Jin. His eyes flickered slightly, but he said, "Madam, do you know what Mother's obsession is?"
Aside from the conversation with Po Wang later, Yao Jin had overheard Qiao Shi's earlier resentment.
But she couldn't say that mortals don't have that kind of hearing.
Yao Jin: "It's nothing more than money, jewelry, power, and status."
This is all that mortals desire.
Meng Ji said slowly, "No, that's not it. What she seeks is immortality, to remain young forever."
This was far beyond Yao Jin's comprehension. Even as flamboyant as she was in her previous life, she wouldn't dare to hope for such an outcome. "But there is no such thing as immortality in this world."
Although Buzhou Mountain is a sacred mountain, the immortals have long since passed away. The people who live here are just a group of cultivators who consider themselves to be from the immortal realm, but none of them dare to boast that they can live forever.
Only immortals can achieve immortality.
No, perhaps there is something that can do that...
“It’s the Mirror of Origin.” Yao Jin understood immediately, but as soon as she finished speaking, she felt something was amiss. How could she know how to use the Mirror of Origin?
“Yes, you heard it in the Discipline Hall during the day as well,” Meng Ji added considerately. “Flowers bloom and wither according to their destiny. If you want to go back, you only need to go back to the beginning. Go back to the past, go back to everything, and you can change your fate.”
The Mirror of Origin truly lives up to its reputation as a treasure of Mount Buzhou; no wonder even the Demon King coveted it.
This was the first time he had heard this idea. Yao Jin repeated "Su Yuan" twice, feeling that the name was indeed suitable for its purpose. "You want to change the fate of the Qiao family, but where do you want to change it to?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Jin couldn't help but feel flustered.
Qiao's fate was tragic because she was driven away by her mistress. If she wanted to change her fate, she would have to rewrite it within that period. But if she did that, she would not be able to get pregnant and thus could not give birth to Mengji.
“Madam, you are truly intelligent…” Without the thin lips sewn shut with hemp thread, she clearly uttered these words without needing to use ventriloquism.
This idea had been on Meng Ji's mind for a long time, but even Liu Xiaoshun, who had followed him for a hundred years, was unaware of it.
Now, Yao Jin can deduce everything with just a few words; how can he not be considered intelligent?
"Are you crazy?" Yao Jin suddenly stood up and looked up at the person, inside and out, up and down.
He looked extremely calm, with dark, dry scabs of blood still clinging to the corners of his mouth, the scabs imprinted on his lips, creating a relaxed smile.
Like an exquisite mask, it mechanically executes the settings given by humans.
His expression was ordinary, but she felt as if she were standing on the edge of an abyss.
After watching for a while, Yao Jinding actually laughed, "Those who cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness are indeed extraordinary."
Yes, being ruthless means being ruthless to everyone, but you can be kind to yourself.
The ruthless path is truly cruel; when it gets cruel, it even wants to destroy itself.
Can this person even have a heart?
But was he not meticulous? Not necessarily. He was even planning for what would happen after his death.
Okay, that's really great!
Yao Jin sneered a few times, then shouted, "You want to die, so you sent Xiao Yun here to keep me company until the end and take care of me for the rest of my life. Meng Ji, how cruel you are!"
Meng Ji blinked, a hint of panic rising in his heart, but like a quilt that has become wrinkled after sleeping on it for a night, he subconsciously wanted to smooth it out, "Isn't this good?"
Yao Jin couldn't take it anymore. She stared at him intently. "What's so great about it? I'm not a dog that you can do whatever you want with me!"
She thought that perhaps she had seen enough of the terrible things that happened today, so much so that she had been misled. Otherwise, how could she, who had not suffered any harm, have ended up in this state?
She tried her best to maintain her composure, even when arguing, she held her head high.
But that tear still fell.
Demons cannot shed tears; if a demon sheds tears, it means it has gained humanity. And once it gains humanity, even the Demon King's power will be greatly diminished.
If it weren't for those armlets, Yao Jin would have noticed that her demonic aura was rapidly diminishing.
But the effects of these red jade armlets were so good that no one could detect them.
Meng Ji's lips twitched slightly, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes.
At that moment, Po Wang couldn't help but exhale again.
"Who?" Meng Ji suddenly sat up and looked at the corner of the bed curtains.
Sometimes, regaining rationality doesn't mean you can control yourself. Yao Jin was like that. Ignoring everything else, she walked towards Po Wang, "What's wrong? You're about to die, haven't you thought about my future marriage?"
"Do you really think I'd live a life of widowhood for you?"
As she spoke, she strode over, revealing Po Wang, who was now curled up like a quail. "Even if you die, I'll still get married. I don't like being alone. Is he my lover?"
Ultimately, this was just something said in anger.
In the past, if Yao Jin had been willing to say that he was her lover, Po Wang's heart would have long since wandered off. But the feeling of having his head chopped off was still fresh in his mind. Now, he didn't know how many times he had cursed himself for this sin, but he still stammered, "Master, it's me."
Even if he were Chi Yi, there would be no reason for him to appear at this point, in this place.
Fortunately, he is Chi Yi, and he has another identity to rely on.
After he finished speaking, the room became eerily quiet.
No one spoke again, but Po Wang felt a gaze fixed on him, a gaze that was like a leech, following him like a shadow. Even though he was a demon, his heart was in turmoil because of this cold gaze.
No, he is not a demon, he is "Chi Yi".
Chi Yi barely managed to compose himself and awkwardly imitated the Buzhou Mountain cultivators by crossing his hands in a salute. "Master, Mistress is really joking. With the dawn approaching, I originally wanted to discuss manpower matters with you, but I didn't see you. Then, that's how the scene just now happened."
"It's not that I want to hide, but I'm afraid that the current situation won't be clear enough to explain."
The morning selection process is a must, and the elders of Buzhou Mountain have been busy with it recently. Elder Chi is in charge of counting and confirming the cultivators entering the secret realm. Due to the large number of cultivators, the secret realm cannot accommodate them all, so a screening is necessary. Therefore, it is reasonable for him to tell his son, Chi Yi, and ask him for help.
Meng Ji listened quietly to the explanation, smiled, and kept the smile on a gentle curve. "In that case, you've worked hard. It's late, you should go back and rest. This matter can't be rushed."
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Once outside, Po Wang wiped a deep sweat from his brow. Dawn was approaching, and the rising sun cast a faint warmth upon the earth's surface.
Mount Buzhou truly lives up to its reputation as a sacred mountain; even the sun appears closer than it did in the Demon Realm. In Powang's eyes, the round sun rises from the distant mountains, while the crescent moon, having finished its night's work, slowly sinks.
The sun and moon alternate, overlapping and emitting a dazzling light, yet this scene allows the sense of disillusionment to be reborn.
This is not logical; demons like damp and cold environments, and even the blood flowing in their veins is cold.
But, inexplicably, Powang felt a sense of relief.
Having finally escaped, he felt a sense of pride. Recalling the eerie scene in the room, he became even more determined to speed up his work.
He released a wisp of demonic soul, watching it silently dissipate into the world.
This is the demonic soul stripped from the Demon King. The Demon King said that as long as this aura appears in the world, the four demons must come no matter where they are.
As long as the other two demons come, they must follow their father's instructions to revive "it".
The great "it" will be resurrected, but all these monks will die.
A bright tomorrow is just around the corner, and a fervent fervor rises in Powang's eyes.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind—"Chi Yi"
Po Wang suddenly froze, and with great slowness and difficulty, he turned around, "Master."
He bowed again, this time his bow was much smoother than before. Even with all the elders present, they couldn't find any fault with him. He was just a disciple of Buzhou Mountain, and a disciple of an elder at that, the kind with a powerful background.
"I don't know why Master called me..."
He had only spoken half a sentence when a strong, cold light rushed towards him. The light quickly split in mid-air into several scattered, slanted blades that deeply cut into Po Wang's body, severing him.
With a few thuds, several clumps of mangled flesh fell to the ground.
The rising temperature from the ground quickly enveloped the icy blood, while the golden sun in the distance illuminated the entire land.
The soul escaped from the body. This time, the entire demonic soul of Po Wang dissipated at the speed of light. He didn't even have time to be shocked when he saw the shattered corpse before it was blown away by the oncoming wind.
He didn't even get to say a word before his soul vanished.
The consciousness of dispelling illusions was fading away as I thought this.
Is it strange? No, after all, that's how he died before.
Without the support of his soul, Chi Yi's body completely collapsed. Apart from the pieces of flesh, the remaining large bones were covered with a layer of light ash at a visible speed, followed by black spots, and the bones emitted a strange putrid smell.
If Chu Fengliu were present, with his medical skills, he should have been able to tell at a glance that this person had been dead for a long time.
But Yao Jin wasn't Chu Fengliu. She wouldn't have paid much attention to the things she killed in the past. When she came out, she just frowned; it really smelled terrible.
He just stared at the white dust on the ground without saying a word.
Meng Ji sensed something and immediately turned to look. His eyes held a gentle light, and his eyelashes curved slightly. "Madam, you...aren't angry anymore?"
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