Chapter 61: Rebellion against the Immortal (Part 2) “You can call me Dian Qing.”…
Mingyao could never have imagined that Yan Chen would be so noisy when he was young.
"My Lord, I knew you would come to save us."
The young Yan Chen jumped happily in front of Ming Yao, without any of the calmness he would show many years later.
"Everyone in the city is almost dead. They don't believe in the Goddess of Immortality, but Xianshu said that an immortal king would come to save us. Sure enough, Xianshu was right."
Yan Chen walked backwards, jumping and skipping, his eyes shining, staring at Ming Yao, refusing to look away.
Mingyao clutched the toad Xuanxiu had given her and followed Yan Chen through the muddy waters. Still unsure of the situation, she wasn't prepared to act rashly, so she remained silent.
In Yan Chen's eyes, it seemed even more unfathomable.
So Yan Chen told everything about the situation here in no time, just like reporting his family tree.
"Alas, demons are in power, eating people and seizing villages. If it weren't for the Fairy Goddess guarding our place, our place would have turned into purgatory long ago. I was so scared at first, but Xianshu took me to hide in the Fairy God Temple, so we escaped. We hid for many days with the other people in the city, and we ate all the offerings in the temple. Xianshu wouldn't let me out, but I was so hungry that I sneaked out. And lo and behold, as soon as I came out, I ran into the Fairy King."
Yan Chen's words were full of pride, with the innocence of a child, and he didn't look afraid at all.
Demons are in power? Mingyao pondered secretly. When she traveled through time, although there were also demons causing chaos, the human race basically had the upper hand. Even if the demons were causing trouble, there were cultivators to restrain them.
It is rare to see a crushing momentum like today.
This was...how many years ago?
Realizing that he might no longer be in this world, Mingyao began to pay close attention to the more special objects along the way.
She had learned in the Immortal Mountain that no one in the world today, no matter if it was a magical weapon, a secret realm, or the Immortal Lord Miaomiao, could use their power to change the world and return to the past.
The current situation is roughly the same as Wen Huan's previous illusion. If you want to get out, you must first find something to break the impasse.
"Xianshu, Xianshu, I'm back! Look who I brought with me?!"
Nearing the Temple of Immortals and Gods, Yan Chen ran in happily, calling out to the people inside to come out and see.
She didn't notice it, but Mingyao felt something different. It seemed like someone had come, and there were faint voices talking inside.
Mingyao followed slowly with her head down. To be honest, she was quite scared of this statue of immortal.
At a quick glance, compared to the first time I saw it, the statue of the immortal now looked much more mottled and worn, obviously it had been renovated in later generations.
"I really didn't lie. Look, this is the immortal king I found." Yan Chen, who was so proud just now, was like a frost-bitten eggplant. She twisted her hands and stood obediently in front of a boy who was about three or four years older than her.
It is a book of envy.
Mingyao recognized him at a glance, but this Xianshu was a little different from the one she had seen. The ten-year-old Xianshu had handsome eyebrows and eyes, and looked energetic, and seemed very smart.
"Are you also a fellow practitioner?"
Before Mingyao could speak, a young woman at the side spoke first. She was wearing an inconspicuous dark purple narrow-sleeved shirt, her breathing was steady and her body was light. She seemed curious and raised her eyebrows to ask.
Only then did Mingyao notice that there was a person standing nearby.
At first glance, there was something familiar between her eyebrows and eyes. It was a beauty. He paused and didn't wait for Ming Yao to think about it. The chatterbox Yan Chen beside him didn't wait for Ming Yao to speak and immediately stretched his neck to speak: "It's definitely right. Look at the attire and aura of this immortal. It would be strange if she is not an immortal."
Mingyao couldn't help scratching his face. Don't rely on clothes to judge a person at this time.
Facing Yan Chen's expectant gaze, she shook her head: "I am not a cultivator, I just came here by mistake."
As soon as the words fell, Xianshu looked at her with a little more guardedness. The young woman didn't react at all. She just glanced at the toad in her hand and smiled slightly: "Nothing, I just happened to be taking them away. If you have nowhere to go, you can go with me."
I have to leave as soon as I arrive.
Mingyao was a little surprised and asked about the woman's background: "Who is she?"
The young woman seemed easy to talk to. "I'm a cultivator from Xuyou Immortal Mountain. I've come here today with my master to rescue people. This city is overrun with demons and evil spirits. We must first take the people away and then set up a formation to exorcise the demons."
"Don't worry, girl."
A monk from Xuyouxian Mountain.
Mingyao felt a little relieved, as it seemed that she didn't have to do any fighting or killing anymore.
Seeing that she had no objection, the woman turned to look at Yan Chen beside Xian Shu.
Her tone was as gentle as coaxing a child: "Are you Yan Chen? I heard from Xianshu that you are born with the ability to recognize spiritual power?"
Yan Chen is not a shy person, so he nodded: "Yes."
"Then tell me, whose spiritual power is more obvious, me or this girl." The woman squatted down, held Yan Chen's hand, her eyebrows curved, and her smile made Ming Yao feel more familiar.
Yan Chen tilted his head, glanced at Mingyao quickly, then looked at Xianshu. Seeing Xianshu nod, he opened his mouth to speak.
"It's hard to say. That sister's aura is stronger, and yours is... a little stronger."
After Yan Chen finished speaking, the woman's smile brightened. He touched her skinny face affectionately and said, "Good girl, I see that you have excellent bones. Do you want to follow me into the Immortal Mountain to cultivate?"
Yan Chen blinked and pointed at himself with his fingertips, a little unbelievable: "Me?"
"yes."
Hearing the woman's affirmative answer, Yan Chen raised his eyebrows, obviously very happy: "What about Xianshu, can Xianshu come with us?"
"Of course." The woman answered lightly.
"Great! I can become an immortal too!"
The temple was filled with Yan Chen's cheers. Ming Yao glanced at several other children who were as pale and thin as Yan Chen. Their eyes were full of expectation and envy. It was obvious that they had not received the woman's invitation.
After she finished speaking, the woman stood up, made some hand gestures and floated in the air. A faint light shone from her fingertips. As she pointed her fingertips, a huge magic circle gradually emerged from the underground of the Immortal Temple where Mingyao and the others were.
There is a pattern that looks like a fairy mountain in the magic circle, and Mingyao is not unfamiliar with it.
The teleportation spell can take you directly to the fairy mountain.
It consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy, and few people in the fairy mountain use it unless it is an urgent matter, not to mention that they have to take more than a dozen people away with them.
This monk must be quite capable.
The formation was mysterious. After a moment of dizziness, I opened my eyes and found myself at the fairy mountain.
The fairy mountain remained unchanged for thousands of years, and was no different when Mingyao made up his mind to leave.
It's really a mystery.
There's no way to escape.
Mingyao suppressed the nausea and vomited, leaning against a tree trunk to relax.
Meanwhile, the woman had already begun arranging for the immortal mountain monks, who had been prepared in advance, to take the group of children down to a place for them to be settled. However, Yan Chen and Xian Shu did not go to the same place as the other children. It seemed that they went to the place where the monks were received.
"Girl, are you okay?" The woman noticed her discomfort and came over to comfort her.
Mingyao shook his head: "Nothing."
"That's good. I haven't asked your name yet." The woman reached out and helped her up. She didn't rush to leave, but led her forward.
After living in the fairy mountain for two hundred years, Mingyao naturally knew the way. This road was the same place that Yan Chenxianshu was going to.
But she didn't say much, and lowered her eyes, looking a little reserved: "Just call me... Mingyao."
"Mingyao, what a nice name." The woman didn't seem to notice Mingyao's discomfort. A gentle smile still hung between her brows as she introduced herself. "My last name is Chu, and my given name is Dianqing. If you don't mind, you can call me Dianqing."
Chu...a little green.
Mingyao's breath was choked, and he turned his head suddenly, almost bumping into the woman.
"What's wrong?" The woman was not dissatisfied with Mingyao's recklessness. She raised her eyebrows and asked softly.
Mingyao didn't care about all that. He pulled his hand out from the woman's wrist and covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyebrows and eyes exposed.
The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, the eyebrows are affectionate, and they are standard fox eyes.
Exactly the same as Xuan Xiusheng...
Mingyao subconsciously looked at her abdomen, his voice a little awkward: "Chu... Miss, are you married?"
Chu Dianqing seemed puzzled as to why she asked such a question. He was a little surprised, but he also answered in a good-tempered manner: "No."
Mingyao's pupils shrank slightly. This illusion actually happened before Xuanxiu was born?
Then... the Yan Chen and Xian Shu that she and Xuanxiu met in the present world were most likely not living people.
The cultivators in the immortal mountains will either ascend to heaven or perish. Three hundred years is a small hurdle, five hundred years is a big hurdle, and a thousand years is a catastrophe.
Most cultivators died in the first three hundred years, and those who survived five hundred years would leave their names in the immortal mountain.
She had been in the fairy mountain for so long that she had an impression of everyone with a certain name.
Never heard of Yan Chen and Xian Shu.
So, did Xuanxiu know that they might have stepped into a cage from the very beginning?
He should know this. The important matter he mentioned is related to this.
Mingyao's heart was pounding, and he felt a little regretful that he had not asked Xuanxiu more questions just now.
But now that things have come to this, she can only take it one step at a time.
The fairy mountain was quiet and silent. Mingyao followed Chu Dianqing back to the place where she had been trapped for nearly two hundred years.
**
"I can make you a deal!"
Gumang City, inside the Temple of Immortals.
After sending Mingyao away, Xuanxiu no longer restrained himself. He looked at the bloody mouth rushing towards him, used his fingers as blades, and broke the phantom with the rise and fall of his breathing.
Then he came in front of Yan Chen in an instant.
She still just held Xianshu's head quietly and did not look up when she heard the noise.
Without Mingyao by his side, Xuanxiu's patience was running out.
A flick of the sleeve is a killing move.
He was no stranger to dealing with rebellious immortal evil spirits, but the aura on Yan Chen was special, which might be able to suppress the power in Ming Yao, so although it was a killing move, it was not fatal.
The blow penetrated her scapula, suppressing Yan Chen, and blood splattered on Xuanxiu's face.
It's alive.
It actually still has a physical body.
Is that why he escaped from the pursuit of the immortal mountain?
The barrier behind him did not end because of Yan Chen's injury. Large amounts of blood mist continued to appear, and people continued to die.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Chen, not thinking any more. The answer he wanted was very simple. He separated a strand of immortal power and formed the shape of the key he got from Chu Ji in front of her eyes: "Do you recognize it?"
When Yan Chen, whose scapula was pierced, saw the key, her face fluctuated slightly. After looking for a long time, her gaze slowly fell on Xuanxiu's face.
"Such a strong immortal power..."
“I really saw it…”
Yan Chen raised his head and did not answer Xuanxiu's words, but smiled instead.
"What Xianshu said is indeed true, the Immortal Mountain..."
The last few words she spoke were so soft, so soft that even Xuanxiu couldn't hear them clearly.
The blood in her body was still flowing out.
Xuanxiu realized something was wrong. It was just a pierced scapula, so there shouldn't be so much blood.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, blood gushed out of Yan Chen's mouth and nose, but she still held Xian Shu's head tightly, as if she was holding a rare treasure.
Her gaze fell on Xuanxiu's eyebrows and she suddenly smiled, with a bit of the satisfaction of an elder looking at a younger person, and a bit of loneliness: "You are Miaomiao, right? You really look like your mother."
"Seeing you now means that I should have been dead for a long time."
"It's a relief."
As she spoke, she glanced at the serious young monk beside her, then looked at the blood mist in the distance and sighed deeply: "Xianshu... is too paranoid."
"This matter shouldn't involve you."
A faint sigh filled the Immortal God Temple. Yan Chen propped himself up and barely stood up, looking directly into Xuanxiu's eyes: "Go to the Immortal God Temple and make a wish, Miaomiao. The answer you are looking for may be yours to obtain."
"Remember, while this world still exists, don't rely too much on immortal power...it's easy to give rise to demons."
As the voice faded, Yan Chen in front of him and the head in his arms were completely lifeless.
As long as the body is still alive, it is supported by a soul, which makes it look like a living person.
His situation is very similar to Mingyao's, with the slight difference being that Mingyao has all three souls intact. If he were not unable to withstand the immortal power, he would be no different from a living person both day and night.
Xuanxiu's eyes turned cold.
As for Yan Chen, perhaps because he only had one soul left, he became a vengeful ghost at night.
The same person's handwriting.
Xuanxiu stepped into the fairy temple.
Before my eyes, the incense table was in a mess. The incense burner used to burn paper for fulfilling vows lay tilted on the ground, and the offerings and red sticks were scattered all over the floor.
Xuanxiu glanced up and picked up the half-burned letter that was buried underneath. He shook off the black ash on the letter.
The signature is the names of Yan Chen and Xian Shu.
"If you want to fulfill a vow, you need to prepare a piece of paper, write down the wish you made that year, and then go into the temple to burn it with incense... If black smoke appears, it means that one of you has harbored the intention of betrayal."
Xuanxiu threw the letter away with an expressionless face. He was not interested in other people's emotional affairs.
She took out the red thread that Mingyao had given her earlier.
Xuanxiu rubbed it for a while. Although he didn't know whether Yan Chen's words were true or not, nor did he know what she was trying to say, it would not hurt to give it a try.
Make a wish?
He tied the red string around his wrist, and he had only one wish.
When I put my hands together——
"I can make you a deal!"
A crisp voice came in from outside the door, with a hint of panting.
It was the little monk from before.
Xuanxiu didn't look back.
He knew what the young monk wanted.
As the Eye of this world, Yan Chen said that he had been dead for a long time. Then, in this place, except for him and A Yao, the rest of the people in the barrier who turned into blood mist were roughly in the same situation as Yan Chen - a surviving body and a lingering soul.
This little monk's fate should have been cut off hundreds of years ago.
What she calculated for others just now was not about their future, but about the past that had already been determined.
Now that this little monk has come here, he probably doesn’t want to “die”.
But what does this have to do with him?
Xuanxiu closed his eyes.
"I can make a deal with you. I'll tell you... that girl next to you is nothing to me. You keep me alive."
Seeing Xuanxiu remained indifferent, the young monk gritted his teeth and said loudly:
"She asked me to tell her marriage destiny, and I can tell you what I calculated."
Having revealed all his cards, the young monk nervously looked at the cold and indifferent Immortal Lord in front of him.
“…”
After a while, Xuanxiu opened his eyes.
When he was young, he studied under Chu Dianqing and learned numerology. Later, he inherited the power of immortality and was able to know the fate of everyone in the world. However, the world was boring and he never wanted to understand it.
Except Ayao.
But unfortunately, A Yao is his destined person, and the only thing he cannot predict is her fate.
It turns out that she was calculating her marriage destiny.
Xuanxiu turned around and looked at the young monk——
"Okay, deal."
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