Chapter 26 Encounter "Is it a dream? Ayao" (two in one)...
It’s almost midnight.
Mingyao was bored and wrote and drew on the yellow talisman paper, comparing it with the book, preparing to finish his work for the day.
"Three days ago"
"Living soul?"
Under the dim light, Chao Qulai's squinting eyes and smiling looked like a profiteer.
Mingyao looked at the pile of books in front of her, and after a moment of stunned silence, she grasped the thing that she cared about most in Chao Qulai's words.
"What is a living soul?"
The kid named Xixi seemed to have said the same thing just now.
When Mingyao was in the fairy mountain, he only knew that people were divided into three souls: heaven, earth, and man. What about the living soul?
Hearing her question, Chao Qulai showed an expression of "as expected" on his face.
"Why does every living soul have to ask this question?" He sat up straight and muttered softly, "This is so troublesome! I'm almost sick of explaining it. Can't you just agree? I'm holding you captive anyway, so you can't go anywhere."
Chao Qulai sat back down at the wooden table and began to eat. He waved at the child and the ghost girl, "Can someone explain to me? I haven't finished my meal yet. I'm not free."
But it seems that there is not much going on in front of the child and the female ghost.
The female ghost named He Ling was already looking at herself in the mirror, while the child named Xixi was eating rice in big mouthfuls, pretending not to hear and not saying anything.
It was quiet for a while.
"If you don't tell me, I won't write the talisman for you." Seeing this, Ming Yao quietly moved to the place farthest away from He Ling and whispered his own conditions, "Even if you kill me, I won't do it."
No way, if this weird man really wanted to kill her, Mingyao would surrender immediately.
“…” Chao Qulai put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at her when he heard that.
Mingyao couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Although based on the time they have been together, this man named Chao Qulai seems to have a good temper, but there are many people in the world who can change their faces. If he gets angry, I will just be a fish on the chopping board.
“…”
The two looked at each other for a long time.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, he saw that Mingyao had no intention of giving in, so he sighed softly and his eyes became resentful.
"Why is there another stubborn guy here?" Chao Qu said, glancing at He Ling beside him, "I thought I chose someone who was easy to bully."
After mumbling a few complaints, Chao Qulai propped his hands on the wooden table, resting them against the side of his face. He looked at Mingyao and spoke slowly, "People are divided into the dead and the living. Of course, souls are also divided into living souls and dead souls. This is easy to understand, right?"
Mingyao nodded, then shook his head: "The living can breathe, have a heartbeat, speak, and eat, but the dead can't do that, so there is a difference. What's the difference between souls?"
"Hey, you hit the nail on the head." Chao Qulai looked her up and down. "I see you've only been out of your body for about a day, so you don't feel much yet."
"After a person dies, their soul remains in the human world for seven days before dispersing. This is the dead soul."
"During these seven days, the dead soul's consciousness is often unclear, and they can only remember some of their obsessions before their death. The longer the time goes, the less they remember."
"As for living souls, they are much more mysterious." Chao Qulai raised his eyebrows. "Unlike dead souls, you can continue to exist in the world and retain almost all of your consciousness."
"Except for not having a gnat and being unable to touch a physical entity, it's no different from a living person, but—"
At this point, Chao Qulai pointed at Xixi with a hint of pride and said, "Our Xixi was born with the ability to see Yin and Yang, and can even bridge the gap between the realms of life and death. He'll be the bridge. In this room, besides eating and drinking, you can do some rough work like writing talismans and sweeping the floor. It's absolutely no problem. You can do it just as well as a living person."
Ming Yao felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this: "Why is there such a difference? It's because the living soul's body is still alive, but the soul has left the body, so -"
"Not at all," Chao Qulai interrupted her. "What you're talking about is called a wandering soul, a soul that wanders outside the body. This happens to some weak people when they encounter demons and become overly frightened."
"As for the living soul..." Chao Qulai dragged out his words and thought for a moment, "The living soul is faking death."
"I have no breathing or heartbeat, and I look like I'm dead, but there's still a chance I can live."
"It's just that during this time between life and death, your soul was expelled and has completely lost its connection with your body."
"Even if your body dies later, your soul will still retain a breath of life. It won't be a problem for you to live another fifty years."
"You're so lucky." Chao Qulai couldn't help but sigh, "Over the years, I've only captured five or six souls like you."
Mingyao's mind was a little confused.
No. If that's the case, it's completely wrong.
According to what the little light ball had said to her before, it would create a corpse exactly the same as hers to replace her and complete the ending of the novel "The Cold Immortal Lord's Love".
And she will return to her own world safely and see her family.
Before this, even though she was worried and suspected that she had been cheated, she still held a glimmer of hope.
It was speculated that something went wrong during the journey, causing her body to return home while her consciousness remained here. As long as they could find a way to contact it, they might be able to solve the problem.
But now according to what Chao Qulai said, she is a living soul, so her body is likely to have no heartbeat or breathing.
What the little light ball said about creating a corpse is most likely not true.
She didn't just escape death, she might be really dead.
Mingyao combined modern medical knowledge and quickly understood Chao Qulai's words.
Just like what she had seen in the news before, some patients whose breathing and heart stopped for more than ten minutes could still be rescued after being sent to the hospital.
The period between life and death that Chao Qulai mentioned probably refers to this time.
But now it has been a whole day since she was expelled from her body...
Unless this world of immortal cultivation has other means...
Mingyao didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Damn it.
If the little ball of light was still here, she would have wanted to chop it off with a knife.
"Why do you look so pale?" Chao Qulai thought Mingyao was in a bad mood because he had to write talismans for him for fifteen years, so he comforted him gently, "You are lucky. You can live another fifty years. After writing talismans for me for fifteen years, you will be free. How wonderful."
How nice?
Not good at all.
Mingyao tried hard to control her emotions. She looked down at her wrist. At this moment, that place had become smooth and flat, and the slightly concave scar could no longer be found.
The scar was left when she accidentally contracted chickenpox when she was six years old.
She was young at that time, and the chickenpox was extremely itchy. She could still bear it by applying medicine during the day.
Once she falls asleep at night, she will scratch uncontrollably when she feels itchy. In order to prevent her from getting scars on her face, Ms. Ming stays by her side all night long.
But she had to work during the day and couldn't sleep well at night. Although Mingyao was young at that time, he still remembered it very clearly. Ms. Ming had lost a lot of weight and looked very haggard because of her chickenpox.
This only left her with an almost invisible scar on her wrist.
But this scar has concerned Ms. Ming for a long time.
At first, after Mingyao entered the book, he was very upset and felt that he was too unlucky.
She thought more than once why she was wearing such a body. She was a mortal. Not only could she not become an immortal and be looked down upon, but she was also very fragile. If she met some powerful monster or ghost, she would die if it poked her.
If it was a soul transmigration, it would be different. Maybe her soul could transmigrate into the body of a cultivator and experience the feeling of cultivating immortals.
This is cultivation, who doesn’t want to experience it?
She thought so for a long time.
But as time passed, Mingyao gradually felt that it might be a good thing for him to wear it.
The more powerful cultivators, like Xuan Hui and the legendary Immortal Lord Miao Miao, can live for hundreds of years.
But the way they live is a little different from that of mortals like her.
They went down the mountain to slay demons and practice in seclusion, and decades passed in the blink of an eye. The long years were like quicksand in their hands, slipping through their fingers and leaving only traces.
The longer a mortal like her stays in this world, the more confused she becomes.
Especially when she didn't have a system to remind her all the time, and only had a novel outline with an incomplete plot, she would also doubt who she was.
After all, it is Mingyao in the real world.
Or Mingyao in the book who is deeply in love with Xuanhui.
Whenever she experienced this moment of uncertainty, she only needed to lower her head and look at the scar on her wrist, and she would slowly come to her senses.
Ms. Ming's love will tell her who she is.
She didn't dare to think that if she didn't have this body, if her soul was transported into someone else's body, an ordinary person like her with not much strong will and not much philosophical knowledge, might have already lost herself, or gone crazy, or had a split personality. In short, she would never be the Mingyao she is now.
But now...
Mingyao felt so upset that he didn't even want to care about what Chao Qulai said about him binding his soul to write talismans for him for fifteen years.
"Foolish ghost, if you really don't want to write talismans for Chao Qulai, then don't write them." He Ling, who was looking at himself in the mirror, floated to a place a few steps away from Ming Yao. "Don't pay attention to him."
Mingyao was a little surprised that He Ling would speak for her. Before she could speak, she couldn't help but speak first towards Qulai -
"Why don't you care about me? I've already planted my soul-binding talisman on her. She can't run away, and I can't remove it. If she doesn't write the talisman for me, am I going to keep her for nothing?"
"So what if she's keeping him? I don't believe you asked her when you detained her. Now you're suffering the consequences of your own actions."
"you--"
“…Thank you.”
Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, Mingyao quickly spoke up to interrupt Chao Qulai.
She looked up at He Ling. The originally ferocious female ghost seemed afraid of scaring her, so she deliberately spoke to her from several steps away.
Mingyao forced a smile, trying to repay her kindness, but it was probably too ugly, and even Chao Qulai, who had been chattering incessantly, quietly fell silent.
In the silence, only Xixi was still eating.
Suddenly she felt a little tired. Seeing that the dispute caused by her had subsided and the ugly smile on Mingyao's face faded away little by little, she was unwilling to "die" in a confused manner, so she found a corner to squat down, and repeatedly recalled the words and actions of the little light ball.
The little light ball actually said very little, mostly giving her tasks to do.
First the divorce letter, then the fasting, and finally the final letter...
Mingyao thought about it one by one and didn't think there was anything particularly strange about the whole thing.
Just when I was about to give up.
“Don’t you have a ghostwriting service?”
"No."
The rare conversations with the little light ball in his memory flashed through Mingyao's mind.
The little light ball's words were not credible, but what it asked her to do must have had other purposes.
The little light ball reminded her again and again that in the suicide note she was asked to write, it clearly stated that Xuan Hui should take her body to Shuangli Town.
Then this matter is most likely a necessary part of the plot.
In this case, she might still have a chance to see whether the body was hers and whether it was dead or alive.
Mingyao's eyes lit up slightly, and he made a decision in an instant.
She must stay in Shuangli Town until Xuanhui comes with her body.
so……
Mingyao looked up at Chao Qulai.
Although Shuangli Town was small, she had lived here before, and it was often haunted by demons and monks. She didn't know what the situation was like now, but it would be dangerous if she were alone, so it was better for her to stay.
"Okay, I promise to write a talisman for you."
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“Hey.”
He had agreed readily at the beginning, but now Mingyao felt a little regretful as he looked at the yellow talismans that had been written for an hour or two and there was still a large stack left.
Why can't you decide to work here?
I couldn't help but sigh softly.
He raised his head and looked across at the other side: "Hey, Sister He Ling, are you going out tonight?"
After spending three days with He Ling, Ming Yao felt that she was a bit of a homebody. As a ghost, He Ling didn't like to go out at night. She just stayed in this house, guarding the rows of graves outside.
Now he seems to be getting up to go out.
"Well, Xixi will stay in the room with you." She said as she floated out, "Chao Qulai won't be back tonight. If we're not back before midnight tomorrow, you can leave on your own."
Why does it sound a little weird?
Mingyao watched Heling leave. On the other side, Xixi saw that Heling had completely disappeared, then looked at Mingyao and whispered, "Sister Wenhua, do you want to know what Sister Heling and the Master are going to do?"
Mingyao actually didn't really want to know, but looking at Xixi's expectant eyes, he felt a little funny. This child looked expressionless and cold, but he was actually a little gossiphead who loved to eat, drink and gossip.
"I miss you so much. How come you knew that?" Mingyao's tone rose slightly, and the emotional value was given very well.
Xixi was very satisfied after hearing this: "I'll tell you quietly, don't tell anyone else."
Who else could she tell this to besides a row of graves and the two of them?
Mingyao laughed, but still nodded in agreement.
Xixi then spoke mysteriously, "They are going to kill someone tonight."
"Who to kill?" Mingyao continued his question.
"Do you know...Miao Miao Immortal Lord of Xuyou Immortal Mountain?"
**
It’s midnight.
Inside an old and deserted temple.
Maybe I'm not willing to give up after all.
Provoked by the inner demon, Xuanxiu added the two people's horoscopes at birth in addition to their Yin horoscopes. He burned them all together, which could be regarded as fulfilling his wish.
He lowered his eyes and placed four pieces of yellow paper with something written on them above the red candles. Then he put on a red dress that he had prepared long ago, took the red rope, and lay down in the coffin with Mingyao in his arms.
Mingyao was afraid of the dark, so he used magic to leave a faint light inside the coffin.
The preparations were made in a hurry, and with two people lying in the coffin, it was still a bit crowded.
Xuanxiu tied the red rope to the fingertips of the two people, then cut his fingertips and gently put the coagulated blood into Mingyao's lips. He also took a little blood from Mingyao's fingertips and put it into his mouth.
When everything was ready and the time was right, he snapped his own heart veins with a swift movement and gladly went to his death.
This way of dying would be more beautiful.
It suits her better.
At the moment Xuanxiu's heart meridian was broken, the yellow paper above the red candle lost its immortal power and fell onto the flame, and was licked clean in the blink of an eye -
The eight characters are burned out, with blood between the teeth, and they sleep together in the coffin, with the statue of the immortal in the temple as a witness, and they become husband and wife. When the red candle burns out, the wedding night is over and the Yinqin ceremony is completed.
The candlelight flickers.
Xuanxiu woke up again in the glacier realm.
After the shackles of destiny disappeared, he could mobilize the immortal power in his body at will. If he didn't want to live, the immortal power would not be able to repair his heart meridians.
Until the Yin Qin ceremony is completed.
"No one disturbs you, only you and her sleep together. You must be very happy, Immortal Lord."
The inner demon is formed from the desires in Xuanxiu's body. All his dirty and dark thoughts cannot escape the capture of the inner demon.
It seemed that because Xuanxiu was unable to distract himself and suppress it at this time, it seemed particularly presumptuous.
"You can only rely on this despicable trick to tangle with her. If she were still alive, she would never agree to do such a thing. So, Immortal Lord, what do you have to be happy about?"
"Tomorrow, when that young monk sets up a formation to summon her spirit, when you see her again, will you dare to let her know?"
"You dare not, and you will not tell her. A husband unknown to his wife..." The inner demon sighed softly, with regret on the surface and sarcasm inside, "What difference is there between him and an unknown husband?"
"Or do you not care about your place in her heart, and are only forced to do this to summon Ayao's spirit, and are willing to pay the price?"
"Don't lie to yourself, Immortal Lord."
"You care too much."
The inner demon keeps chattering, which is really annoying.
Xuanxiu opened his eyes in the glacier and didn't want to listen to the inner demon's temptation anymore.
But in this state, everything in the world is reduced to the simplest form.
Those evil spirits who rebelled against the immortals turned into black shadows here and were imprisoned by the immortal power.
And he, Xuanxiu opened his eyes and saw his own appearance through the reflection of the cold river water——
Her eyes were red and filled with desire, and she was looking at him sarcastically.
He is the inner demon.
There is no place to hide in Xuanxiu.
I just accepted what my inner demon said.
Once he falls in love with someone, he will become more and more demanding, like a vicious dog that can never be fed, whose greed grows day by day.
If you don't have a status, you will add one for yourself. When you are about to get the status, you will feel unwilling to accept it. You want her to know, get her approval, and win her love. It would be best if you can occupy the position of the person she loved before and stay with her forever.
He knew it was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help himself. He knew the answer would not be what he wanted, but he was still eager to act.
Stupid, restless, tempting, fantasy, torment, and uneasy.
The ugly appearance of Immortal Lord Miaomiao was exposed in front of a group of rebellious immortals and evil spirits.
"This bastard actually has someone he loves!"
"It's really unlucky to be liked by him!"
"The person he likes will definitely be killed by this evil bastard!"
"He should be destroyed by heaven and earth!"
The immortal power pressed these evil spirits who originally had the chance to gain freedom back into purgatory. Their resentment grew day by day, and they kept cursing Xuanxiu and Mingyao, and their words became more and more excessive.
Xuanxiu knew that these evil spirits wanted to provoke him to take action.
In the past, he couldn't control all the immortal power and could only suppress them but couldn't kill them. Now, he can.
The desire that cannot be satisfied and pacified turns into a desire to kill.
Xuanxiu walked out of the icy river. The shadow of the red rope connecting his finger to her was gradually solidifying, which meant that the ceremony was about to be completed and he didn't have much time left here.
Since these evil spirits wanted to die, he would give them a quick death.
It can also be considered as a wedding gift for him and A Yao.
**
"Are you talking about the immortal Immortal Lord Miaomiao?" Mingyao was slightly startled when he heard a familiar name from Xixi's mouth.
"Who else?" Xixi said confidently, "Is there another Immortal Lord Miaomiao in this world?"
"But since he is immortal, how can He Ling and the others kill him?" Mingyao felt that Xixi might have remembered it wrong.
"This... I don't know. But it must be him, no doubt!" Xixi was certain. "I've heard Sister He Ling talk about it for a long time. She has always wanted to kill this Immortal Lord Miaomiao."
"Why?" Mingyao was a little surprised.
"You, a mortal, are truly ignorant. Four hundred years ago, Immortal Lord Miaomiao killed the Demon King of the Demon Clan and massacred demon cultivators from many other clans. He has long held a grudge against the demon clan. All of Sister Heling's family members died at his hands, and Sister Heling was transformed into a demonic ghost. It's no wonder she wants to kill him."
After Jing Xixi mentioned it, Mingyao also remembered it. Yes, this is consistent with what is said in the fairy mountain classics.
Suddenly, I thought of the golden arrow in the inn.
Is there also a demon that wants to kill him?
But Xuanxiu has never shown up, so how can they be sure who Immortal Lord Miaomiao is?
Moreover, he had already returned to the Immortal Mountain. How could He Ling and Chao Qulai set out from Shuangli Town to kill people in the Immortal Mountain thousands of miles away? Or was it -
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord is in Shuangli Town?"
"Yes." Xixi lowered her voice, "This is top secret, but it's useless for a mortal like you to know it. Just stay here obediently."
Mingyao's heart was pounding.
She was not worried about Xuanxiu. He was immortal, as she had seen with her own eyes. She was not worried. Instead, she was a little worried that He Ling and the others might be in danger.
More importantly, since Xuanxiu came to Shuangli Town, does it also mean that Xuanhui came with her body?
Mingyao pursed her lips. It was clear that she had no physical body, but her forehead began to heat up again. The warmth gradually became boiling hot, as if a candle flame was burning at her eyebrows.
It felt exactly the same as last time in the inn.
It was so hot that she could hardly bear it.
The pen he was holding slipped from his hand with a plop.
Everything in front of his eyes went dark, the world turned upside down, and he felt dizzy. Mingyao felt groggy, as if he had fallen into another dream.
Wait until you regain consciousness.
Mingyao found himself in an unfamiliar and somewhat old temple.
What is going on here?
Mingyao looked up and glanced around for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
The temple was dimly lit, with only dying red candles burning in all directions and red silk hanging from its draperies, fluttering in the wind from nowhere. In the center, facing the immortal statue, stood an unnailed coffin, its lids also adorned with red silk, adorned like a sedan chair, and from time to time, a faint scent of blood seemed to waft from it.
It's really sinister and unusual.
Even though Mingyao is no longer considered a human being, he still feels extremely horrified staying here.
It’s a sin, it’s a sin. I didn’t mean to disturb anyone. I’ll get rich if I see the coffin.
Mingyao quickly bowed to the coffin, said a few words of apology, and then turned to leave.
But her wish was not fulfilled.
As he turned around, a flash of red light blocked Mingyao's way.
Mingyao's entire being trembled like a sieve, thinking she had offended the ghost elder. Suppressing her fear, she turned tremblingly, only to discover that the red light extended from the crack in the coffin, like a rope, reaching all the way to her fingertips.
No... Mingyao wanted to run away even more when he saw this.
What does it mean? What does this mean? Senior Ghost married her?
He took a few steps closer, trembling.
Mingyao even felt his legs go weak. "Um... Senior, I really didn't mean to offend you. I don't know why I ended up in this temple. Please... please let me go."
After saying that, Mingyao stayed for a while. Seeing that there was no unusual movement, he tried to slowly untie the red rope on one end of his finger, and then stuffed it into the coffin little by little, as a way of returning it to this senior.
Although the coffin was not nailed shut, it was still tightly closed.
Mingyao tried for a long time but still couldn't get the red rope all the way in.
I was thinking of just running away.
But Mingyao was afraid that it would be contaminated by something unclean, so he could only try to push the coffin away.
She had thought that since she had left Xixi, she shouldn't be able to touch anything real. She didn't hold back when she made her move, and with just one push, she actually pushed the coffin a good distance further.
Coincidentally, she came face to face with the person in the coffin.
There were two people lying in the coffin, a man and a woman, both dressed in red, sleeping in each other's arms in an intimate posture.
It looks a bit like a couple who committed suicide for love because of their family's opposition.
But why does this woman look exactly like her, and why is the man next to her Xuanxiu?
Is this a dream or—
Mingyao was confused for a moment and couldn't help but lean forward, trying to lift up his sleeves to see if there was the scar.
A sigh——
"Is this a dream, Ayao?"
Mingyao subconsciously looked up and met the eyes of the man in the coffin.
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