Chapter 27 Alive "She's still alive."
His eyes were pitch black, and there was still a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. But the moment he looked at her, they suddenly softened and turned into spring water.
Mingyao opened his mouth, but forgot to speak for a moment.
You can't blame her, she's just too gorgeous.
Red clothes, black hair, and fair skin.
The man opened his eyes in the coffin. The light from the window was dim and there was a little light in the coffin, which revealed a gloomy and ghostly aura that made people's backs cold. But his eyes were misty and a red mark at the end of his eye had not disappeared, adding a bit of desire. When their eyes met, it was like a charming mountain, making Mingyao unable to look away.
Her heart was trembling, and she couldn't tell whether it was because she was afraid or because her mind was distracted and she was possessed by the soul.
In the dead silence, a slight sound startled the two of them.
Behind him, the red candle burned out its last wick.
Mingyao only raised his eyes for a moment and the scene changed from bright to dark.
In a blink of an eye, the people and scenes before me disappeared like a dream.
Looking again, she was still sitting there with her pen in the dim candlelight, and Xixi opposite her didn't show any strange expression.
Still in shock.
Mingyao lowered her eyes and looked at the yellow talisman under her hand. The ink splashed onto the yellow talisman paper, and the black marks made her feel uneasy...
Was it really a dream? That's why she could touch the coffin in her dream?
She reached out and touched her forehead. It felt slightly cool, without any burning sensation.
It's really driving me crazy.
Mingyao put down her pen with a snap. She couldn't write this talisman anymore. If she continued, her brain would go bad.
Just a quick glance at the warm candlelight in front of her, the red candle wick made her vaguely recall Xuanxiu in red clothes hugging her in the coffin.
Her hands trembled again, and Mingyao even began to doubt whether what Xixi had just said to her was just her imagination caused by being too nervous.
"Xixi, what you just said is true."
Mingyao asked in a dazed voice.
"Of course it's true." Xixi looked at her strangely and said firmly, "I won't lie."
At this moment...
Mingyao felt uneasy and gritted his teeth, unable to sit still.
"Xixi, do you know where in Shuangli Town there's a temple that houses a statue of an immortal?"
The dream was too real, she had to see it with her own eyes.
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Inside the temple, inside the coffin.
Xuanxiu closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, he found nothing in front of him. There was no shadow of the person he was thinking about, and even the coffin had not moved at all.
It really was a dream.
He pushed the coffin and stood up, just as he was about to go out, his fingertips suddenly felt light, and the red rope tied to his hand slipped out.
The red candle burned out, the red string broke, and the marriage was not successful.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at the red rope that was broken into two pieces, his expression unclear.
Using this method, there will be no omissions in his techniques and there will definitely be no mistakes.
Xuanxiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, unless there was something wrong with the horoscope.
He stood up and walked over to the red candle. The four pieces of talisman paper had already turned to ashes, leaving only a few residual traces beside the candle flame. He reached out and touched the ash with his fingertips. His lips moved slightly, and the excess ash scattered. What remained was one of the eight characters for Sheng and one for Yin.
What was effective were not the two yellow talismans with the Yin eight characters written on them.
really.
Xuanxiu frowned, thinking that his birth horoscope was mixed up with her yin horoscope, which was why the ceremony was not completed.
In this way, it will take some time to wait for the next "auspicious time" that suits her.
The soul must be summoned within seven days, and he counted on his fingers to see if there was a suitable time.
There was only dust still on his fingertips, but in an instant, Xuanxiu felt something was wrong.
The opposite happened. He had guessed the opposite before.
Of the two yellow talismans, the one with Yin Bazi is his; and the remaining one... is Mingyao's.
The ceremony just now was not a marriage between the dead, but one between the dead and the living.
When a living person and a dead person form a secret relationship, the dead person's side must hold a funeral, but before that, the living person must give his or her consent.
If the living person does not respond, the relationship cannot be established.
Xuanxiu's gaze was fixed on the coffin. The one who had just died was him, and the one who was alive... was Mingyao.
His eyes moved slightly.
So it wasn’t a dream… She came here just now because of this magic, and the red rope was tied around her body, asking her if she was willing to marry him.
She is still alive.
She was unwilling to marry him.
So the red candle burned out and the red rope broke.
Xuanxiu's hands trembled slightly.
It was as if someone had fed him an extremely bitter life-saving medicine when he was about to die. Every time he swallowed a bit, it was like chewing a barberry and swallowing a needle, which pricked him and made him bleed profusely, but he was reluctant to spit it out.
He walked to the coffin, his fingertips were slightly cool, and they rested on the side of Mingyao's neck.
But there was still no pulse, no breath.
A little bit of luck was crumbling in my heart.
He held the bitter medicine in his mouth, suppressed the emotions surging in his eyes, gently took Mingyao out of the coffin, held her in his arms, and tidied her slightly messy hair.
She lay quietly in his arms, without a sound.
If he wants to see clearly the matters of life and death in this world and the fate of others, he can get what he wants.
But the person in my arms is the one destined for me.
He couldn't figure out her current situation, so he could only ask others.
He calculated with his fingers the whereabouts of the cultivator who came to the Immortal Mountain to summon souls during the day.
Xuanxiu went on in the darkness of night.
**
"We're a step late."
Inside the empty temple, not long after Xuanxiu left.
"It's his breath. The news is true."
He Ling and Chao Qulai stood in the temple, looking around.
A few days ago, they received news that the Immortal Lord Miaomiao of Xianshan would be heading to Shuangli Town. They also said he had been wounded by a golden arrow transformed from the feathers of a nine-headed bird demon. While the wound wasn't fatal, it left a golden arrow aura. For a year, any demon within a few dozen miles could roughly sense his location.
He Ling and Chao Qulai were originally not far from Shuangli Town.
After receiving the news, he rushed here day and night.
Ever since he disappeared four hundred years ago, there have been rumors that he was too murderous and became possessed, and was trapped in a ghost town by the immortal mountain.
But He Ling went there several times but returned empty-handed.
Not only her, but all the demons and ghosts who had grudges against Immortal Lord Miaomiao had gone to the ghost town to search, but none of them found any trace of him.
Except for some demons who voluntarily stayed around the ghost town and suffered from the exploitation of the ghost town, and some ghosts who got the chance to stay in the ghost town and not be eaten, most of them could only leave with hatred.
Over the past four hundred years, there have been both true and false news.
Until today——
He Ling's eyes were dyed red with hatred, and he only regretted that he was one step too late.
Chao Qulai seemed much calmer. He fixed his gaze on the red candle for a moment and said, "His immortal power has improved again."
"You're scared." After hearing Chao Qulai's words, He Ling, already overwhelmed by emotion, found an outlet to vent his feelings, sneering repeatedly. "Indeed, you should be afraid. As a traitor to the immortal mountain, you naturally avoid him. If you ask me, why bother following me with such sincerity? It will naturally be much more efficient for me to do it myself rather than bringing you along."
"Over the years, you've been using the Soul Binding Technique to conceal your spiritual power. Even the talismans that save your life require Soul Binding to draw. Chao Qulai, you're really too cowardly."
Having missed the trace of Immortal Lord Miaomiao, He Ling uttered unpleasant words one after another.
Chao Qulai didn't show any change on his face after hearing this. It was really boring for a living person like him to argue with a dead ghost.
He complained lazily, "I'm different from those traitorous immortals. Don't call me a traitor, it's really unlucky. Everyone knows that those traitorous immortals were all liquidated by the Immortal Mountain. I was just expelled from the Immortal Mountain."
"Besides, even if we ran into him head-on today, could we really kill him?"
"Don't dream, Crane Beauty."
"He protected himself with immortal power. Even when all of you demons gathered together, you couldn't kill him. He even killed your demon king. Now that you've only lived four hundred years longer, you think you can defeat him, don't you?"
Chao Qulai paced back and forth in the temple, sometimes looking at the red candles, sometimes knocking on the empty coffin, and then reaching into the coffin to pick up a few strands of hair.
"Let alone tonight, even if I give you another hundred years, it would be a foolish dream to kill him."
He Ling's back teeth creaked, but he couldn't refute Chao Qulai's words: "So are we just going to return empty-handed?"
"No, no." Chao Qulai reached out and touched the remaining ashes from the red candle. "The person who brought the message didn't expect people like us to be able to kill him. He just wanted more idiots to rush over and die, so as to at least delay him for a while."
"As for what they're doing to delay him, those who leaked the information won't let us know."
He Ling gradually calmed down after listening to Chao Qulai's words. He watched his actions and suddenly asked, "Do you have a solution?"
He raised an eyebrow at Qu Lai, but did not answer directly. Instead, he stood up and looked at He Ling: "Beautiful He, take a look at these things placed in this temple. What do they seem to be used for?"
He Ling heard this and looked around. After a moment, he said, "...This is about a Yin marriage."
Red candles, silk, coffin, red rope... very clear.
"you mean?"
"That's right." Chao Qulai smiled heartily upon hearing this, a dark tide surging in his eyes. He gently brushed off the dust that had just been lit on his fingertips, "The red candle has burned out and the yellow talisman paper has been burned. I only wish to be married to someone in the afterlife."
"...Our Immortal Lord Miaomiao has also been tempted by mortal desires."
"What's even more interesting is that his sweetheart seems to be dead."
"Oh my, what a pity." A little gray-green light gathered in Chao Qulai's eyes, and he put the long hair he had just twisted into his arms.
"Let's go home and get ready."
"Since this Immortal Lord Miao Miao has traveled thousands of miles to come here to perform the Yin Qin ceremony, his beloved's hometown must be here."
"We can try to see if there are any wandering ghosts in Frost Pear Town. If we're lucky... He Ling, we'll have the lifeblood of the Immortal Mountain."
Chao Qulai gently closed his eyes, a layer of light grey light lingering around him. When he was in the fairy mountain, he once became a disciple of one of the immortal kings in charge of the fairy mountain. The most proficient thing he learned was the art of summoning and controlling souls. In this art, he could be said to be better than his master, and there was no one better than him.
After escaping from the fairy mountain, he vowed never to use spiritual power or magic again.
But this time I have to break the rules.
Let him come and see what the person that Immortal Lord Miaomiao loves looks like.
**
"Damn it! Where did this monster come from? It looks like a stink bug."
The backyard of the Frost Pear Town Inn.
Jiali impatiently raised his sword and cut down the little demons one by one.
Since midnight, monsters of all sizes have been coming to look for her. However, after a face-to-face encounter with her, those monsters with some skills did not want to fight but just exchanged a few moves before dispersing.
Only these little demons who turned into ghosts and lost consciousness were still pestering her, which was really troublesome.
This Frost Pear Town is really weird.
After killing the last monster, Jiali frowned, feeling restless, and wanted to go back to the house to rest.
As soon as we sat down, another guest arrived.
This time it’s not the monster, it’s that weirdo.
"Didn't we agree to meet in the dense forest in the south?" Jiali was a little impatient.
After slaying demons all night, she was so exhausted that she had no energy to deal with him.
"She's not dead."
"Who?" Jia Li didn't react for a moment. After being stunned for a few moments, she finally understood what he was saying.
"Are you out of your mind?" Even though he couldn't see the face of the woman in the weirdo's arms, he could tell at a glance that the woman had no breath or heartbeat, and was dead beyond words.
"I saw her."
Hearing this, Jiali controlled her emotions and did not say anything bad.
She had seen a lot of this in the world before. There were always people who couldn't bear to see their loved ones pass away. In a trance, they would insist that they had seen the souls of their loved ones. It was very difficult to deal with them.
"Impossible," Jia Li said absolutely. "She's dead, and her spirit is scattered. You have to summon her spirit in order to see her."
"I tried to form a Yin marriage with her." The strange man said the horrifying words in a calm tone, "The red candle devoured my Yin Bazi and her Sheng Bazi."
"So, she's not dead."
A bolt from the blue.
"Are you crazy?" Jia Li was halfway through the conversation when she felt a sharp pain in her head. "Do you know what the consequences of a ghost marriage are? You will have to bear the fate of this deceased person in the future. You—"
Jiali paused mid-sentence, then realized belatedly, "You mean it's your Yin Bazi that's being burned?"
What was this living, breathing thing in front of her?
"What if she just lost her soul?" The strange man ignored Jiali's surprise and continued to ask.
Jia Li's mind was in a mess, and she replied subconsciously, "Absolutely impossible. Even if their bodies are weak, they still have breath."
"You must be mistaken—"
The last sound of Jiali has not yet finished.
"What did you remember?" The weirdo keenly noticed what she had not finished saying.
A few memories from years ago suddenly flashed through Jiali's mind -
"Junior sister, what our teacher taught us is not correct. In addition to wandering souls and dead souls, there is another possibility in this world." That person always liked to wear pink clothes, which made her look out of place in the fairy mountain.
"What's possible?"
He looked at her and smiled but did not answer. A stream of spiritual power struck her vitals, and her breathing stopped suddenly, and her soul left her body.
His voice was sometimes far away and sometimes near.
"Junior sister, this is the third possibility. Faked death, living soul."
Pulling away from her memories, Jiali's gaze fell on the weirdo's arms.
If it is a living soul... She pursed her lips and said, "Tell me her name and birth chart, and I'll give it a try."
If we can summon the soul out of the body, it won’t be so troublesome.
Since her body is here, and she is on her homeland, all she needs is her name and birth chart to call her back, unless...
Never mind, the possibility is too small.
Upon hearing this, the weirdo over there acted efficiently and easily put a piece of paper with something written on it into her palm.
Jiali lowered her eyes and was stunned.
Mingyao?
Is it Mingyao who died?
A gust of cold wind blew open the open window in the house. Jia Li shivered and the hand holding the hilt of the sword stiffened.
But didn’t the master tell her that Mingyao had divorced Immortal Lord Xuanhui and left the mountain?
How could he die?
"Jia Li, your senior brother has reached a bottleneck in his cultivation and has been unable to break through. He has gone down the mountain to seek opportunities. Please stop thinking about him."
This is how the teacher told her about her senior brother's whereabouts.
Mingyao is dead, so...what about senior brother?
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There was a heavy frost in the middle of the night and it was very cold.
On the other side of Shuangli Town, Chao Qulai and He Ling returned home leisurely, with smiles of fulfillment in their eyes and brows.
But before he reached the house, he saw an uninvited guest.
"Senior Brother."
The man had a good appearance, dressed in white, cold and aloof, and nodded slightly towards Chao Qulai.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"I came here to ask you to help me summon the spirit."
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