Chapter 66: Rebellion against the Immortals (Part 7) “Brother, didn’t I tell you to get out?…
It's late at night.
As it is in the mirror, so it is outside. A cool breeze blows, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Didn't you say you wanted to trap him? Now, how could he enter the ten mirrors?"
In the ten mirrors, two people leaned against each other, extremely intimate.
Xuan Hui's gaze shifted away from the mirror. His voice was like icicles formed on the beams of a house in winter. Layers of anger were suppressed between his lips and teeth. Every sound that fell to the ground seemed to be able to kill someone.
Behind the tattered curtain, a dark shadow was hidden. It glanced at the statue of the immortal in front of it, and a hint of irony appeared in its eyes.
He heard Xuan Hui's questioning, but he didn't care much. He just moved his fingers lightly and rekindled the burnt incense in the incense burner.
Wisps of green smoke rise.
Gazing at the now-mottled statue of the immortal, the shadowy figure finally spoke, "...Though the ten mirrors are now sacred artifacts of the demonic realm, they are, after all, still immortal possessions. Even after all these years, their power has been tainted by demonic energy, but they are still rare enough to truly restrain our Immortal Lord Miaomiao."
"It must have been so difficult to trick him into willingly entering these ten mirrors. Xuan Hui Xianjun, I put in a lot of effort. How can you blame me?"
Pretentious.
Xuan Hui was extremely fed up with this black shadow. They had come together for profit, but now, this black shadow obviously had other plans. However, he had lost the initiative and bargaining chips. Even if he saw through his thoughts, it would be difficult for him to turn against him.
He lowered his voice and emphasized, "As long as Mingyao's soul remains, we will never get what we want. You've trapped Xuanxiu in the Ten Mirrors. Xuanxiu's lifespan is uncertain. Once the past events in the mirrors are over, the Ten Mirrors won't be able to contain him. How will I succeed in getting Mingyao when he comes out?"
He spoke through gritted teeth and paused. Xuan Hui could no longer tolerate his current passive situation. He sneered, his eyes filled with icy irony, "This incident in the mirror is a fusion of your entire life. If you're looking for a way out, don't be so obvious. What? You're trying to win the affections of the Destiny Person... I never thought you'd be afraid of defeat."
The topic was brought up and the atmosphere was frozen for a moment.
The shadow paused, looking at Xuan Hui with amusement. "Immortal Lord, I'm the one cleaning up your mess now. If you'd just done your best and let Miss Mingyao's two souls 'scatter' in Shuangli Town, we wouldn't have needed the demon clan's favor. Now you're blaming me. That's really unreasonable."
"Besides, putting the tiny things I've experienced into this mirror, how can that be considered a retreat? The road ahead is long, and what I've personally experienced can't be talked about."
"My Lord, please be patient and don't be impatient."
"Since I have lured Immortal Lord Miaomiao into the mirror, I have a way to trap him inside."
"Don't worry, this time, Miss Mingyao will definitely do as we wish."
As soon as the words were spoken, the incense burned out.
The dark shadow behind the curtain disappeared.
Thousands of miles away, a wisp of spiritual consciousness came to see him without the help of any external objects... Xuan Hui's face looked ugly. If such a person became a rebellious evil spirit, then what was the point of cultivating himself as an immortal?
If he didn't take the initiative now, the situation would spiral out of control. He pinched his fingers together, and a wisp of his consciousness emanated, disappearing into the mirror. Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and he couldn't sit still and wait for death any longer.
**
"No more cultivation! No more cultivation!"
Early in the morning, Mingyao was awakened by Yan Chen's voice.
What is going on?
Mingyao lay on Xuanxiu's back, being carried steadily by him. She was still a little sleepy. She rubbed Xuanxiu's shoulder and yawned: "What's wrong?"
Xuanxiu carried her into the temple.
After resting for a whole night, the evil spirit in Xianshu's body was suppressed. Although it was not completely eradicated, there was not much left.
Yan Chen sat aside with red eyes, saying angrily: "I won't cultivate anymore, I won't cultivate anymore. So what if there is only this little bit of demonic energy left."
"Once one inner demon is born, two will be born. After Xianshu returns to the fairy mountain, he must go to the deep pool every day, immerse himself in it, chant spells to exorcise the demons, until all the evil spirits are eradicated. It will be safer." Chu Dianqing was tired all night and his face was not looking good. After he recovered a little, he answered in a soft voice.
Yan Chen naturally refused to agree when he heard this: "Senior Sister, wouldn't it be fine if you just take some pills to dissolve it? Why go to the deep pool? The water there is deep and cold..."
Chu Dianqing herself wasn't one for harsh words, so she said calmly, "The elixir is poisonous, so you don't have to take it. But on the path of cultivating immortality, if you're not careful, you'll lose everything. You and I both aim for ascension, so if we leave any trouble, we'll probably regret it."
Now that things have come to this.
Xianshu seemed to have been sitting there all night in boredom. His once handsome features were now a bit more aged. He pulled Yan Chen closer and said, "...Senior Sister is doing this for our own good. Yan Chen, we must ascend. We must."
He stared at Yan Chen closely, with a dark light flickering in his eyes.
Obviously, Xianshu was greatly traumatized by the tragic deaths of his fellow junior brothers and sisters.
Mingyao poked Xuanxiu, signaling him to put her down. She looked at him carefully and still felt something was wrong.
Yan Chen and Xian Shu had been slaughtered by demons since they were young, and had seen many corpses and severed limbs. Although they had suffered such a sudden change, why had it come to this?
Yan Chen was obviously stunned for a moment by these words.
Ascension?
Nowadays, ascending to the immortal mountain has almost become an unattainable dream. Yan Chen has always been free and easy and has never been obsessed with it. But seeing Xian Shu like this, he can only agree to it for the time being.
A moment of silence.
"Do you want a fortune teller?"
At this moment, the childish girl suddenly joined the group of adults, breaking the silence.
It was the child that Chu Dianqing rescued yesterday.
She was awakened by the noise, but she didn't cry. She came over with a small bowl and asked in a baby voice, "I can calculate accurately."
No one wants to coax the children right now.
"Huh?"
Mingyao looked at the familiar little bowl, but couldn't help but speak. She looked at the child carefully, and actually saw some shadow of the little monk who had told her fortune in his eyes and eyebrows.
Xuanxiu's gaze had lingered on Xianshu for a moment. When he heard the noise, he followed Mingyao's gaze and saw the doll, raising his eyebrows.
"Ayao, there were so many things going on last night that I almost forgot about you."
On the other side, hearing Mingyao's voice, Yan Chen remembered that Mingyao had come with her. Scratching his head, he looked at Xuanxiu after seeing the greeting, "Ayao, who is he?"
Mingyao closed his eyes and felt a little regretful. Why didn't he introduce the whole thing in front of everyone at once when he first introduced it?
I have to say it three times separately.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak——
"It's this sister's husband." Before Mingyao could speak, the little kid on the ground slowly took over Yan Chen's words, "Sister, do you want to tell your fortune?"
"Husband?" Yan Chen was stunned. Seeing that Ming Yao did not deny it, the doubt in his eyes became even greater.
Before she could even utter a word of her doubts, she was interrupted by the little kid again: "Sister, do you want to calculate?"
How can the divination of a four or five-year-old kid be accurate?
Yan Chen softly refused: "Little sister, I don't want to count it for the time being."
"I..." The little kid was unwilling to give up and wanted to continue lobbying, but Chu Dianqing on the side waved and called him over.
"Chu Dianqing is very accomplished in the art of destiny."
Beside him, Xuanxiu suddenly spoke.
Mingyao was startled, fearing that his words would make the people in the illusion discover their differences. But as soon as she turned her head, she found that Xuanxiu's lips and teeth did not move.
This is……
"We are in tune with each other."
Xuanxiu's voice came to my mind again, and it was a magical feeling. Just like when I was reciting a poem and could clearly understand its meaning in my mind, Xuanxiu's voice also originated from my heart.
"The effect of immortal power, the toad I gave you, you take it with you, and I will use the immortal power as a guide, so that we can hear each other." Xuanxiu's eyebrows curved.
The two looked at each other, Mingyao didn't notice it, but in the eyes of others, it seemed like they were communicating with each other through their eyes.
Mingyao tentatively asked in his heart: "Why did you suddenly mention this? I mean, your... mother?"
"In this illusion, she is not real. She is just constructed with the help of some human memories. However, the ten mirrors are special. She can calculate very accurately. If you want to calculate something, you can also ask her to try. Maybe she can be more accurate than others." Immortal Lord Miaomiao smiled, as if he mentioned it unintentionally, but in fact he had a hidden meaning.
Mingyao didn't react at first. He thought, what is there for him to calculate in this illusion? How can he calculate when they can get out?
Just as she was about to refuse, she turned her head and when her eyes fell on the little baby, some not-so-distant memories came flooding back.
Ah, I think I calculated it not long ago.
It’s still about fate.
Mingyao suddenly felt guilty, and thinking of the unlucky hexagram, she felt a little uneasy, and subconsciously stood a little further away from Xuanxiu.
Xuanxiu naturally noticed her every move.
The murderous intent in his heart arose again, but he suppressed it firmly and kept it secret.
No one was talking.
There was only Chu Dianqing's voice coaxing the child: "If you like fortune-telling, I can find someone to teach you, how about it?"
The little kid tilted his head, as if he saw Chu Dianqing's extraordinaryness, and nodded: "Okay~"
Very well-behaved.
I don’t know whose child this is.
Mingyao recalled the rebellion last night when the immortals rebelled and killed many people. If the child was lost from his parents, he would not be so quiet. He must have been an orphan since childhood.
It took another half day to repair.
The group returned to the fairy mountain in a mighty manner.
During this process, Yan Chen also questioned Xuanxiu's origins clearly. Xianshu escaped danger and felt much better. She didn't want to indulge in a depressed mood, so she asked a lot of questions.
"What's the Immortal Lord's name?"
"Who is the Immortal Lord?"
"When did Xianjun and Ayao meet?"
"How long have you been married?"
"Why have you never come to see Ayao?"
"...His name is Miaomiao. He has no sect or school, he's just a casual cultivator. We've known each other for hundreds of years. I had a fight with him, so he ran away on his own. I beat him up and seriously injured him. He's only just recovered..."
Ming Yao was sweating profusely as he made up a story. It was not until he landed on the fairy mountain that he could barely deal with Yan Chen.
I feel relieved.
When I turned around, I saw Immortal Lord Miaomiao smiling brightly.
He got angry immediately. Why did he make up all the stories himself? It made him look like he was just watching the fun.
Just as she was about to frown and turn back to her immortal mountain residence, Xuanxiu acted as if nothing had happened, his smile unchanged. He stepped forward before her, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and explained seriously, "Actually, there's no need to explain so much about the ten mirrors. They're not real, just simulated memories. If you don't answer, they won't find it strange."
Mingyao's face froze when she heard that, and her anger was rising like crazy. Didn't she spend so much time on making up stories in vain?
But the person in front of him still smiled with his eyebrows lowered, knowing nothing.
"Ayao, I'm very happy."
The smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows faded.
Mingyao was dazzled by his charm, and before he could elaborate, she strangely understood what he meant.
He was delighted to hear the stories she had made up about their past.
Mingyao was slightly stunned, turned his head, cleared his throat, and muttered: "It's all fake."
"Even if it's fake, I'm happy."
Just like the auspicious snow melting and the cold mountains turning green, Mingyao's guard relaxed a little. He couldn't help but lower his head and took a few quick steps forward. He didn't respond to his words, and his heart felt stuffy and blocked.
I pinched my fingertips again and again, and shouted in my heart that I was doomed.
It’s terrible, now I have to pay the debt of love.
Behind him, Xuanxiu followed with a smile on his face, and the red thread on his wrist became an inch shorter.
After watching Mingyao return to the house, he took a detour to the deep pool of the fairy mountain as he was familiar with the route.
He was willing to die, but before that... his eyes turned cold as he looked at the person on the deep pool.
This pond has remained unchanged for thousands of years and is used to drive away evil spirits.
Above the deep pool, Xianshu was already practicing, keeping his spirit focused and his mind and spirit united. The spiritual consciousness that did not belong to him was squeezed out.
"Brother, didn't I tell you to get out?"
Xuanxiu kindly reminded Xuanhui what he had said.
"Brother, have you forgotten about our last meeting in Frost Pear Town?"
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