Chapter 25: Newly Married with No Name or Status
Got cheated.
How could I be deceived?
At this moment, Mingyao was in a daze, constantly pondering this problem.
Everything was going smoothly before, as agreed. Xuan Hui gave her the divorce letter, and she died of heartbreak. After the filming was finished, she went home and had nothing to do with the book from then on.
In order to ensure that everything was safe, she even worked hard to create her own character for so long!
But the result was that she was refreshed back to her birthplace.
If the little light ball had been deceiving her from the beginning, what was the point?
She was just a mortal without a spiritual vein. When she first arrived here, she couldn't even compete as human bait in the mortal world. Did the little light ball trick her up the mountain just to make her Xuan Hui's wife?
It really doesn't make sense.
Or did something go wrong, and only her body went back, but her soul is still here?
If that's the case, at least some contact information or complaint channels should be left.
What does it matter now? Not only can I not find the little light ball, I can’t even find the synopsis of the novel.
Chunchun ran away with the money like a no-name manufacturer, and she didn't know who to turn to for justice.
The more Mingyao thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became, the more scared she became. She wanted to cry loudly to vent her feelings, but because she had no body, her tear glands were separated from her, and she couldn't even cry.
I can only howl.
"My beauty, you are a little noisy."
Inside the carriage.
The man in pink, sitting diagonally in front, seemed a little bothered by Ming Yao's powerful voice. He put on a polite smile and whispered, "It's the dead of night. This noise is really disturbing."
Mingyao was depressed, but his character remained.
After being reminded of this, he tried hard to shut up and lower his voice.
"That's much better." The man in pink folded his fan and smiled.
"Who are you? Where are you going?"
Mingyao came out of his confused state and reluctantly accepted the reality. Looking at the strange man in front of him and the child sitting next to him, he finally began to think about his current situation.
"I thought you wouldn't ask." The man in pink glanced at her face lightly, "You can ask me to go to Chaolai. As for where to go, you'll know later."
The carriage that Chao Qulai conjured up out of thin air was swaying and galloping forward. The child sitting opposite Ming Yao didn't say much, but the bells on his body were jingling, making some tiny sounds, which was a bit creepy to hear in the middle of the night.
At this time, Chao Qulai didn't feel it was noisy anymore. Instead, he was humming a little tune, looking leisurely and contented. He seemed to be in a good mood, but his singing was really bad.
never mind.
Mingyao sighed.
Anyway, he had already lost his body, so nothing could be worse than this. Mingyao had the idea of giving up and didn't ask any more questions.
Mingyao still had some impression of Shuangli Town. It was a neither big nor small place, but the roads were winding and the terrain was steep. The carriage stopped and started for a long time before finally stopping in an extremely desolate place.
It's understandable that it's deserted.
It was only after Mingyao got off the carriage that he discovered that it had stopped next to a mound of graves. There was only a small thatched hut standing next to it in the night wind, looking shaky and extremely fragile.
"Let's go in." Chao Qulai didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with living next to a cemetery. He smiled and waved to Mingyao, then took the lead and walked towards the small hut.
The child who followed him stayed where he was, just like Mingyao.
Mingyao and the child looked into each other's eyes.
One breath, two breaths, and then a very shrill scream was heard from the hut, and then a light in the house slowly came on.
"Okay, we can go in now." The child was indifferent to the screams. He patted the bell on his body and walked into the house briskly without caring whether Mingyao followed him or not.
Mingyao hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at the rows of grave mounds. He felt really scared, but he chose to follow in obediently.
As soon as he reached the door, Mingyao regretted it.
The candlelight in the room was dim. Chao Qulai was eating with two plates of pickled vegetables. As he ate, he frowned and complained, "Beautiful He, you scare me like this every time. It's easy to shorten my lifespan. Please let me go next time."
After complaining, he glanced at the door again and saw Mingyao standing there without coming in. He asked in confusion: "This beauty, why don't you come in?"
Mingyao's gaze fell straight on Chao Qulai. In addition to the child with bells hanging all over his body, there was also a... thing in the room.
His face was pale and gray, with two bloodstains at the corners of his eyes.
It was the terrifying female ghost she had met at the entrance of Frost Pear Town.
The female ghost also noticed Ming Yao at this moment. She slowly glanced at her face and obviously recognized her. She was stunned for two seconds, then grinned at Ming Yao sinisterly.
Mingyao took a half step back in a very cowardly manner.
Chao Qulai looked back and forth between them, and finally saw the clue. He smiled and said to Mingyao, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You and He Meiren are colleagues now. She won't eat you."
Colleagues?
Mingyao was stunned. What colleagues?
Before she could react, the female ghost beside Qu Lai took out a pen from somewhere and said slowly, "What's your name?"
"?"What's the meaning.
Mingyao didn't understand the situation and didn't dare to say anything for a while.
"You're truly foolish." The ghost rolled her eyes, her expression extremely impatient. The bloodstains in the corners of her eyes made her look even more eerie and frightening. "Then you will inherit the previous name, Wenhuan. You will be called Wenhuan."
Wen Huan? Ming Yao was stunned for a moment, not sure if it was a homonym or—
Over there, Chao Qulai quickly spoke: "Miss Wen, you can read and write, right?"
The topic changed too quickly, and Mingyao nodded subconsciously.
"That's great." Chao Qulai was overjoyed when he saw this. "Quick, quick, Xixi, go and welcome Miss Wen in."
He kicked the child who was sitting next to him and eating hard.
The child reluctantly put down his chopsticks and moved to the door: "Come in, Sister He Ling won't hurt you, she just looks a little scary."
Without waiting for Mingyao's reaction, the child actually took Mingyao's hand and brought her into the house, leaving Mingyao no chance to refuse.
While the two were talking, Chao Qulai found a pile of things that looked like book stickers from somewhere and piled them in front of Mingyao.
"Here, here, here, follow this drawing."
Chao Qulai opened a piece of book and saw an extremely complicated talisman pattern drawn on it.
"Help me write the talisman, and I'll let you go in fifteen years." Chao Qulai narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if Mingyao had gotten a great deal. "Usually, it takes me at least thirty years to detain a living soul. Miss Wen, you're really lucky today."
**
"I'm so unlucky!"
At the foot of the Immortal Mountain in a moment.
Jia Li was indignant: "Why do I have to go to that Shuangli Town and summon spirits? This is not my specialty. I won't go."
"If you don't go, I, your master, must go. Our lineage is the most proficient in the art of summoning spirits from the Immortal Mountain. Let me tell you, your master is nearing death, and I don't know if I can survive the next calamity. If you're willing to let your master go through all the hardship, then you shouldn't go."
The Immortal Lord threatened his stubborn disciple fiercely, feeling a headache. Seeing that she remained unmoved, he had to soften his tone again: "I can't tell you much about the important matters of the Immortal Mountain, but this time, the matter of summoning the soul of this woman is related to the Immortal Mountain. If Xuan Hui can go, it won't be your turn."
Hearing Xuan Hui's name, Jia Li finally relaxed a little and frowned, "Is it really that important? Who are these two people? They're pinching their fingers, covering their faces, and being secretive. They don't look like good people."
"Don't ask any more questions, just help him summon the spirit," the Immortal Lord warned. "Don't provoke him on a normal day. If you think something's wrong... run to the Immortal Mountain immediately and don't get involved in anything else."
"...I understand." Thinking of Xianshan and Xuanhui, Jiali finally relaxed, but she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
From what her teacher said, this guy seemed very powerful. He even told her not to provoke him. But, even someone so powerful couldn't possibly summon his soul back.
Jiali reluctantly rode on his sword and set off.
That person was much faster than her.
Shuangli Town is about three thousand miles away from the fairy mountain. She worked almost non-stop for nearly three days before Jiali finally arrived at the destination, but the strange man arrived a day earlier than her.
"Hey." After finding a place to stay, Jia Li spoke to him for the first time, "Have you prepared the things you need to summon the spirit?"
"The summoner's birth chart, her important belongings, and her relatives—the more the better. Have them stand in a circle around her body. At the time of night corresponding to her birth time, I'll set up the formation and perform the spell."
"There's still one thing missing."
Jia Li couldn't see the face of the person opposite him, he could only see a pair of eyes. His eyes were calm, and he didn't seem as dangerous as the commander said.
Jia Li frowned: "You don't have her horoscope, do you?"
In the past, when she came down from the fairy mountain to the mortal world to gain experience, she had also encountered this situation. She wanted to summon the soul to solve the mystery, but she didn't have the person's horoscope, so the chance of successfully summoning the soul was much smaller.
No, it’s not the horoscope that’s wrong.
Hearing the question from the young monk in front of him, Xuanxiu lowered his eyes slightly and did not answer.
When Mingyao and Xuanhui got married, they told Xianshan her birth date, so it was not difficult to know.
Among her belongings, there is also the suicide note that can be used.
The only thing missing is relatives.
He needs to form a Yin-Yang relationship with A Yao before he can summon his soul.
However, getting married in the afterlife is much more complicated than getting married in life.
When a monk marries a mortal during his lifetime, he only needs to write a marriage certificate and make a blood contract. What matters is the will of both parties, and as long as the will is fulfilled.
But if you want to have a Yin marriage, one party will live and the other will die.
The deceased must first be buried in the ground and have his name left behind. Only then will he be eligible to be exhumed and married.
pity……
Xuanxiu concealed the darkness in his eyes.
When reporting the funeral, someone would need to wear plain clothes and coarse linen to mourn for her. If it was before the divorce, Xuanhui could naturally do it.
As for him, a nameless and unnamed person, he had no right to mourn for her, whether before or after the divorce.
Even if she could turn into a ghost, the first incense she took would never be the one lit by him.
His emotions were churning, and the hook locked in his heart began to play tricks again. Jealousy climbed up and made it difficult for him to breathe.
There was a hint of hostility between his brows that was hard to restrain——
It's just that someone took the lead, had a little more luck, and met her two hundred years earlier.
Whatever he thinks in his heart cannot escape the observation of his inner demons.
The inner demon laughed, laughing at him for trying to cover his ears and steal the bell.
A day earlier, a month earlier, or even a year earlier can indeed be regarded as a regrettable thing in the world.
Two hundred years earlier... what kind of head start or luck is that? How could there be a head start that lasts two hundred years? It only proves that Xuan Hui and she are destined to be husband and wife, and now it's just that there are latecomers who are unwilling to give in and are making excuses.
"How despicable, Immortal Lord."
The inner demon pierced through his disguise and laughed sneerfully.
"There's still one thing missing." Xuanxiu ignored the inner demon's sarcasm. He lowered his eyes, preventing Jiali from seeing the bloodshot streaks in his eyes caused by the inner demon's chaos. He still needed Jiali to set up the formation for her, and one less thing to worry about was always better. "I'll prepare the things. We'll meet tomorrow in the dense forest south of here."
Before setting off, he checked everything about Frost Pear Town in Xianshan.
The dense forest in the south is quiet and remote, with few people coming here, making it the most suitable place to set up a formation.
After Xuanxiu finished speaking, he hugged Mingyao and left.
He had been using his immortal magic to protect Mingyao, and Mingyao's body was no different from before. Now everything was ready, except for the marriage.
Xuanxiu took Mingyao to an uninhabited temple outside Shuangli Town, where he had asked someone to prepare a coffin and red candles in advance.
One is dead and the other is alive, and there is a gap between life and death. Naturally, there are many rules and it is very troublesome to get married.
But fortunately——
Xuanxiu's lips curled up into a gentle smile. It wouldn't be a big deal if he died.
For relatives after death, just like during life, the horoscopes must also be compatible.
It’s just that the match is not the Sheng Bazi, but the Yin Bazi.
He had calculated the time of his death that would best suit her.
Midnight was the auspicious time for their wedding.
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