Chapter 60: Rebellion against the Immortals (I) “Don’t be soft-hearted, Immortal Lord Xuanhui. …
Yan Chen's messy hair flew up in the wind, and he raised his head, quietly gazing at the chaotic crowd. Then he dropped his sword and slowly sat down in front of the Immortal Temple without making any other unusual movements.
Her face was as pale as paper. She held Xianshu's head in her hands and held it in her arms. The blood from the head dyed her sleeves and skirt red, just like a god of death emerging from a sea of blood.
The chaos around her made her look even calmer, as if she was not the one who murdered her husband.
The change is so great.
Those monks who were supposed to be guarding the Temple of Immortals and Gods are still nowhere to be seen.
How can someone with a stable job in the world of immortal cultivation neglect his duties?
Mingyao's first reaction was to run.
Not being a spectator is the key to staying alive here. Especially now, after what happened to Chu Ji, she felt a pang of empathy and really didn't want to get involved in another murder.
Then he pulled Xuanxiu's collar and said, "Hurry up and go."
"I can't leave." It was the little monk who answered her.
Despite her young age, she was not afraid of the bloody scene. She sat calmly on the eaves, looking into the distance in the direction where everyone had just run.
"This is a traitor who kills people."
As the last words of the young monk faded away, a barrier resembling fog and clouds began to form in the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrouding the entire fairy temple.
At first glance, it looks like a fairy mist.
But many people who were panicking and running around just now, walked down the stone steps and disappeared into the clouds. They didn't even have time to shout out, and in an instant they were annihilated into waves of blood mist.
The originally elegant and solemn temple was stained with blood, and in an instant it was filled with a strange and gorgeous color.
There were a few people who managed to escape from the clouds, but were frightened by the horrifying scene and ran away without looking back.
But in just a short while, the Temple of Immortals and Gods became the Temple of Rakshasa.
"Rebel against the immortals and slaughter people."
There were only a few records about it in the immortal mountain classics.
Rumor has it that a thousand years ago, some immortals, led by Xuyou Xianshan, went astray, became possessed, rebelled against the immortal path, and committed evil deeds such as slaughtering people and dying with flags, which they enjoyed, and thus were not tolerated by the world.
However, the reason why he became obsessed is unknown to outsiders.
Mingyao wasn't curious at the moment. He just felt a little tearful. What kind of physical condition did he have? Why did he always run into things like this? Then he thought of the inner demon in Xuanxiu's body and couldn't help but feel nervous... These demons weren't contagious, right?
"you……"
Before she could ask, Xuanxiu tightened his grip around her waist and back, lowering his eyes to meet hers. "If you're scared, Ah Yao, I have a way to get you out. Once you're out, take this toad home and wait for me for seven days."
Mingyao was slightly stunned: "You're not going out?"
"I still have things to do." Xuanxiu patted her back gently, "Don't be afraid."
“…”
Despite feeling a little uneasy, Mingyao nodded. He glanced at the young cultivator beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then simply said to Xuanxiu, "What about her? Is there any way we can go together?"
"I can't leave." The young cultivator watched Yan Chen's movements while paying attention to Ming Yao's words, "Once this barrier is formed, no one with cultivation can leave."
"You are a mortal and have no spiritual veins, so you still have a chance."
is that so?
Mingyao looked at Xuanxiu and saw that he didn't refute her. She panicked for a moment: "You can't leave either?"
Is it because something happened that prevents you from leaving, or is it that you just can’t leave?
There was obvious worry in her eyes, and the watery light was floating in them, which was heartbreaking.
He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, enjoying her worry.
But when Mingyao saw this expression, she couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Smile, smile, smile.
It's already this late and you're still laughing. Your old habit is back again.
Mingyao was so angry that his teeth were itching and his eyebrows were unconsciously wrinkled.
"Ayao, I'll be fine." The Immortal King, knowing when to stop, spoke in a gentle and comforting voice.
There are many rebellious evil spirits guarding his body. The reason why he has not taken action to resolve this disaster is because at this moment, the aura around Yan Chen and the key that suppresses the remaining rebellious aura in Ming Yao's body seem to be from the same source. He can't touch her, nor can he leave.
This was a dangerous situation, and he had originally planned to go alone. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, no sooner had he sent Jia Li to look for Chao Qulai than Yan Chen and Xian Shu, the "cultivator couple," came to invite them. This was a rare opportunity, and he was worried about leaving Ah Yao alone in the house, lest someone make a feint to the east and take advantage of the opportunity, so he took her along.
However, the situation was getting a little more out of control than he had expected.
Xuanxiu concealed the strange look in his eyes.
"Half a month ago"
After sensing the rebellious evil spirit in Mingyao's body, he came to the Immortal Temple in this city.
It was dilapidated and deserted, a stark contrast to what he saw today. And every time he approached, the aura that originated from the key Chu Ji left behind vanished without a trace.
It was like she was deliberately avoiding him.
After asking the vegetable vendors I usually go to, I learned that this fairy temple has been there since the founding of Gumang City. It has been abandoned for a long time and its age is unknown.
The city manager also wanted to find someone to demolish it, but no matter how powerful the cultivator was, if he went in, his spiritual veins would be severed and he would die. It was very mysterious.
He went there several times, and although he did not die, he gained nothing.
Until that morning, Mingyao fell into a deep sleep after tossing and turning all night, and he went out a little late.
Two people walked out of the dilapidated courtyard next door.
A man and a woman, both in a gloomy mood.
It was Yan Chen and Xian Shu.
During this period of time, ever since Mingyao moved into Chuji's house, Mingyao's soul has been restless and he has been tossing and turning in the middle of the night. The next door has also been noisy, with the sound of ghosts coming from all over.
Because there was an empty room next door, many monks came and went and visited, but they could not figure out what was going on.
Jiali also went to take a look, but found nothing.
Xuanxiu was indifferent to this. He was not the type to punish evil and eliminate villains. Since Mingyao couldn't hear anything and the resentful ghost didn't hurt anyone to disturb them, why should he meddle in other people's business?
Therefore, after living there for half a month, Xuanxiu did not notice anything wrong.
Even when he first saw the two people, he subconsciously thought that they were monks coming to check on him again.
It wasn't until he sensed the aura of rebellious evil spirits on the two that he realized something was wrong.
Following them all the way, I found that the two people were also heading to the Temple of Immortals.
Unlike when he went alone, although the scene remained the same, as soon as the two of them went, he could hear strange sounds, shouting, cursing, and the sound of people fulfilling their vows.
Follow for several days.
Every time he left, Yan Chen would cut off Xianshu's head and then go back as if nothing had happened.
The cycle repeated itself the next day, and Xianshu's body was restored again and again.
But no one except him could see the process.
These two people have physical bodies during the day and serve as monks, but have no bodies at night and become resentful ghosts.
And upon investigation, it was found that there were many rebellious immortals in Gumang City who were in the same situation as them.
To ensure everything was correct, he asked Jiali to verify it as well, and it was indeed as he said.
This is very wrong.
The origin of the rebellion against the immortals is quite ancient, and can even be traced back to two thousand years ago.
These evil spirits who rebelled against the immortals killed their fellow disciples, slaughtered mortals, burned, killed, and looted in the immortal mountains, committing all kinds of evil.
A thousand years ago, before he was born, Chu Dianqing and Xuanqing had spent a lot of effort to hunt down the escaped rebellious immortals for five hundred years, killing all the rebellious immortals in the world.
However, the resentment of the rebellious immortals was overwhelming, giving rise to evil spirits. The evil spirits' resentment was inextinguishable and difficult to control. Even if they were guarding under the immortal mountain, there were often defectors who hurt people.
It was not until he was born that Chu Dianqing found a better way - to trap this group of rebellious evil spirits in his body and suppress them with his immortal power.
Just as Chu Dianqing expected, over the years, the evil spirit of the rebellious immortal was suppressed in his body, and the immortal mountain finally returned to its former tranquility.
And now... whether it is the rebellious immortal aura in Mingyao's body or the rebellious immortals in Gumang City.
Apparently, during the hundreds of years he had been sleeping in the ghost town, the world had undergone new changes.
In order to resolve Ah Yao's health problems, he had to go to the Fairy Temple again. Therefore, when Yan Chenxian invited him, he knew something was amiss, but he didn't refuse. Sure enough, when he came this time, the Fairy Temple looked brand new, and there were many mortals there, so no one noticed anything different.
Now the play has reached its climax.
According to the past, after Yan Chen cut off Xian Shu's head, he would return the same way.
But now it seems that it is obviously different from before, and there will be a follow-up.
Thinking that the scene might not be pretty in a while, and Ayao was obviously frightened again, it would be better to follow Ayao's wishes and let her leave.
The toad in her hand was named Wuxiang. He had used his immortal power to forge it with warm jade over the past month. Within seven days, it could withstand half of the immortal power.
If she is in danger, this half of immortal power can temporarily protect her.
Xuanxiu and Mingyao reached the edge of the barrier in the blink of an eye.
The fishy smell of the surrounding blood mist hit me in the face. It was gloomy and dark, and the fog was bottomless. I always felt that there must be some ferocious beast hiding in it.
Mingyao was a little scared and grabbed Xuanxiu's sleeve and didn't dare to step in.
"Or, I'd better go with you." Mingyao turned her head and held Xuanxiu tightly. Her intuition told her that it would be more dangerous if she went out like this.
But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a huge phantom of a ferocious god floating above the Temple of Immortals, with its eyes wide open, a green face and fangs. Although it was an illusion, it was very oppressive. Before Ming Yao could adapt, a bloody mouth came straight towards the direction of the barrier. Ming Yao shuddered and wanted to run away while grabbing Xuanxiu, but he remembered the words of the little monk and pulled his hand back.
When he came to his senses, he was alone in the barrier. There was no one else in the clouds and mist. Mingyao's legs felt a little weak, so he simply squatted down to relax. He felt all over his body to make sure his hands, feet and head were still there, then he let out a breath.
Great, I’m still alive. Mingyao squatted there and sobbed for a while before slowly standing up.
It is difficult to tell the direction in the clouds and fog.
She looked around, pursed her lips, and followed her intuition to randomly choose a direction.
As she walked forward, she found that the area covered by the clouds was a little larger than she had imagined.
She walked for a long time, and it seemed like there was no end. She was frightened and wanted to turn back, but when she turned around, she was terrified.
It was the little doll that the man who sold her the red string gave her.
In this situation, suddenly meeting a child, Mingyao rubbed her palms, feeling goosebumps all over her body. Instead of approaching immediately, she took a few steps back: "..."
"Sister, don't leave, go back." The little baby squatted, looking at her quietly with a pair of big eyes, "You haven't made a wish yet."
A child's voice should be cute and sweet.
Now Mingyao just feels creepy when he hears it.
The horse ran non-stop in the opposite direction, fortunately the little kid behind him did not follow.
Perhaps it was God's blessing that this panic allowed Mingyao to see the light.
The mist gradually dissipated.
Mingyao took a step forward, and with a "snap" sound, his shoes sank into a puddle of mud.
Um?
Weren't the roads we walked along all the way here all bluestone?
Where did the dirt road come from?
"...Immortal Lord, are you here from Xuyou Immortal Mountain to rescue us?"
Just as he was stunned, a weak female voice came from the side, and Mingyao subconsciously turned his head to look.
A little girl, about seven or eight years old, was looking up at her with obvious admiration.
The little girl was dressed in rags, with a pale face and thin body. She shivered as she stood in the cold wind, as if she was afraid that Mingyao would be unhappy. She forced a flattering smile on her face. There was mud on her hands. He just reached out to grab her, but quickly retracted his hand.
Mingyao opened his mouth and realized something was wrong.
I didn't hear her reply for a long time.
The little girl was a little uneasy, but she still tried to talk to her, so she spoke again: "Immortal Lord, what is the red thread in your hand for?"
Red line? What red line?
Mingyao followed the little girl's gaze and looked at his palm. He saw that he was holding a red thread tightly in his hand, exactly the same as the one he had just bought for Xuanxiu.
The little girl's chatter wasn't over yet.
"My Lord, why don't you speak? Can I know your name?"
"My name is Yan Chen, what's your name?"
With a loud bang, Mingyao felt as if his head exploded.
**
In front of the ruined statue of the immortal god
The sword is unsheathed, ready to kill the old enemy.
"When Miss Mingyao emerges from the past, remember to show no mercy, Immortal Lord Xuanhui."
Xuan Hui stared at the dilapidated incense table in front of the statue of immortals with cold eyes, and murderous intent was already aroused.
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