Chapter 76: Rebellion (End) and Eternal Sleep (Two-in-One)...
Mingyao was so frightened that he lost his voice.
A headless corpse, a statue of an immortal, and a red sun hanging high in the sky with all the heads falling off.
Cold sweat soaked my clothes.
Her hands were shaking and she subconsciously closed her eyes.
The bloody heads scattered all over the ground left her with nowhere to escape or hide.
Not to mention looking for the leader, she didn't even have the courage to take another step.
The immortal power that she subconsciously drew upon lingered around her, separating her from the blood and stains around her.
Mingyao tremblingly reached out to cover his eyes before he dared to open his eyes in the darkness.
Didn’t Xuanxiu say that all he had to do was wait until the scenes in the ten mirrors were finished?
What exactly was it that he had done before?
Mingyao quickly thought of several things, and she realized that she was becoming more and more panicked, so she took a deep breath.
The heavy smell of the incense offered behind him mixed with the smell of blood, which was extremely unpleasant. Ming Yao couldn't help but hold on to the incense table and retched a few times without breathing out.
It seemed as if the heart, liver, spleen and lungs were all about to be vomited out together.
Mingyao vomited so much that he burst into tears.
As if sensing her strange mood, strands of immortal power separated out and wrapped around her fingertips, like a warm breeze, lingering for a long time.
With this momentum, she vented the panic in her heart through tears, and cried for a while.
Mingyao wiped the tears from his face.
I was still trembling with fear and didn't dare to look up.
She didn't understand why she had to suffer this, but now was not the time to dwell on it or dwell on these emotions.
Mingyao bit her lips and kept reassuring herself mentally, thinking it was okay, things were not at their worst.
At least now these heads did not fly directly into the air and attack her.
Hahahaha.
She laughed dryly in her heart.
Another small voice came out, telling her to stop laughing, as the more she laughed, the scarier it became.
The laughter stopped abruptly in my heart.
But the current situation is definitely not the worst.
These days, in Gumang City, Xuanxiu tried to teach her some simple attacking moves that could be launched with very little spiritual power.
There's just one big problem.
Although the immortal power is particularly close to her, it is mainly used to protect her, unless like Chu Ji last time, her emotions dominate her and the immortal power is out of control, which can be extremely lethal.
This was a very delicate attack technique, and she... couldn't aim accurately.
It was amazing. When she used to squat in front of the TV and watch the battle between fairies and demons, she never thought about the problem of aiming. She always thought that those attacking magics were automatic cruise positioning, and they would hit whoever they said.
When I really started to learn it myself, I found that it was not easy, very difficult.
She is slightly nearsighted and has some astigmatism, so she always misses the mark.
Therefore, the current situation is favorable to her.
Isn't it just finding trouble for someone?
Ha ha.
What's so difficult about it?
Mingyao smiled bitterly in his heart again.
Besides... the fact that she can now draw on her immortal power probably means that Xuanxiu should be fine, otherwise the immortal power would not have come only three-quarters according to her thoughts.
If Xuanxiu dies, all the immortal power stored in his body will return to her body.
Xuanxiu's relationship with her.
The relationship between the destined people and the immortal power is very subtle.
Xuanxiu said that he came to the world with immortal power, but this immortal power was not his. He was more like a container in charge, and could only borrow a part of it but not use it fully.
As for her, the destined person and the original owner of the immortal power, although she can mobilize all the immortal power and decide his life and death, she cannot bear the immortal power stagnating in her body for a long time.
"Ayao can naturally give his immortal power to someone else for safekeeping."
"But it's hard to find someone in this world who can withstand immortal power for a long time."
"So, Ayao, I am the most useful sword in your hand."
Xuanxiu said this when he was explaining it to her.
At this time, Mingyao had been covering his eyes and standing there stiffly for half an hour.
"Miss Mingyao is frightened beyond belief." A wisp of the shadow's consciousness hovered in mid-air, overlooking everything below. It locked eyes with Xuanxiu beside Mingyao. "If this is how a destiny-giver behaves, then Heaven truly is blind."
Xuanxiu's eyes were like frost and snow in winter.
If they forcibly broke the ten mirrors with external force, Mingyao would also be injured. Furthermore, Xianshu still hadn't gotten the red rope, so if they gave up at this point, Mingyao would also be injured by the evil spirits of the rebellious immortals.
Now he is very cautious.
In this search for someone, he was just a bait.
Xuanxiu's gaze fell on Mingyao. Three-tenths of the immortal power in his body had been drawn away by Mingyao. He was not worried about her safety here, but the immortal power was also a harm to her now, even worse than the ghosts here.
The situation was at a stalemate for a while, but he was not the one who broke the deadlock.
Mingyao knew nothing about this.
She is thinking now.
Find the head.
Find the right head.
She suppressed the churning in her stomach and recalled the answers that had just been swept across the floor.
At a glance, there's little difference.
She couldn't just wrap the heads one by one and put them on the corpses one by one to try.
Mingyao paused for a moment when he thought about this, and after pondering it carefully, he felt that this was a good idea.
Anyway, that person didn’t say that I have to make the right choice the first time.
Mingyao was eager to move, but after a long while, he didn't take any action.
No, no, I'm still afraid.
Mingyao covered her eyes tightly. She was very confident in her courage. If she looked at him again, she would collapse.
No, no, we must find another way.
There should be some hints for this kind of thing.
Mingyao recalled all the strange, dream-like things that happened before this incident.
Suddenly she remembered something, squatted down, and glanced at the ground through her fingers. Fortunately, the red silk stuffed in her hand did not fall too far.
Mingyao half squatted down and picked up the piece of red silk.
After a careful look, there was nothing on it except something that looked like a place name.
Not realizing what it was, Mingyao put the red silk away.
Carefully think about this strange thing.
It is known that Xianshu is obsessed with ascending to heaven. Not only did he kill his fellow disciples, he also seemed to have thought about fighting Yan Chen.
Maybe he didn't want to, because the little ball of light had already done it for him.
According to Xianshu's personality, his sunk costs are too high and he can't turn back easily, but he is not someone who is willing to give up easily.
But the more this happened, the more strange his attitude seemed after he broke through.
"There's no hope of ascension."
I would rather transform into a rebellious evil spirit.
Mingyao made connections from his words.
This is easy to understand. Combined with Xuanxiu's words, there is still a catastrophe after the thunder tribulation. Could it be that the catastrophe was too difficult to overcome, so he gave rise to the idea of transforming into a rebellious evil spirit?
It feels very logical.
…
But...so what?
Mingyao pinched his fingertips irritably. What could that mean? How could it help him find the correct head of Xianshu?
Mingyao felt depressed.
I remembered the real Yan Chen holding Xianshu's head and walking out of the Temple of Immortals before entering the Ten Mirrors.
At that time, it was hard to tell whether Yan Chen was sad or happy, and his expression was calm, as if what he was holding was not his husband's head.
I don’t know if Yan Chen has experienced the same thing as her.
Mingyao sighed.
Now she had no clue and did not dare to carefully distinguish these heads that looked similar.
Forget about it. If she doesn't look for him, what will happen if she stays here forever? Anyway, she has immortal power to protect her, so she can't die.
See who can afford it.
She is not Yan Chen, how can she find her husband's head? Mingyao pursed her lips, a little angry.
If she wants to find someone, she should look for Xuanxiu.
She originally came to this shabby place because of Xuanxiu.
Mingyao looked down at the red string on her wrist, feeling upset. This wasn't her red string; she hadn't even worn her red string.
This is Yan Chen’s red rope.
Yan Chen's.
Mingyao stared at the red rope and suddenly stopped.
**
Thousands of miles away.
"Chao Qulai, your goal is actually the same as ours. I won't kill you because you are a rare smart person in the fairy mountain."
"In the thousands of years of Xianshan, you are the first person who has learned to cut losses in time."
Behind the layers of bead curtains, a dark shadow lay on a chair, looking with interest at Chao Qulai, who was tied up and tortured.
"You have the soul of the destined person in your hands. What a great opportunity! With just a thought, everything about her will be under your control. When the immortal mountain collapses, the world will be at peace."
"As long as you're willing to speak, I won't cut your tongue, and I'll even heal your wounds. If you want to avenge the demon soul that Xuan Hui killed, I won't treat you unfairly."
The shadow's voice was soothing and persuasive.
Outside the bead curtain.
Inside the cave, only a few dim white candles were lit.
Chao Qulai vomited blood and looked up through the beaded curtain at the figure inside. He was exhausted from the torture he had endured, and now he could only barely stand up straight. He spat out blood foam and smiled, "I don't understand what you're saying."
"Tsk tsk, it's pointless to go around in circles like this. If you didn't know the trap, how could you risk your life to escape from the fairy mountain, hiding here and there, and even daring not to use your spiritual power. I admire you, come on, don't let me down."
…
There was silence in the cave.
After a moment of silence, he exhaled towards Qulai: "When did Xuanhui collude with you?"
Hearing his words, the black shadow smiled. "Collusion sounds harsh, but it's nothing more than cooperation. As the successor of the Immortal Mountain's master, he knew the truth about the mountain from the moment he was born. How selfless! The Xuan and Chu families who guarded the mountain, generation after generation, sacrificed themselves for the mountain and slew the rebels. Our Xuan Hui Immortal Lord was more discerning than his ancestors. When Xuan Qing died, he found me."
"...If the Immortal Mountain falls, the world will be occupied by demons, and the people will suffer and the world will be in chaos." Chao Qulai exhaled, "I don't want to get involved in your affairs."
Without waiting for the shadow to speak.
The smile on Chao Qulai's face turned a little sarcastic. "What's more, if I associate with such ruthless and treacherous traitors like you, who knows when you will turn against me? Xuan Hui has cooperated with you for hundreds of years, and he can even be used as a bargaining chip in your deal."
"If a small character like me falls into your hands, I will be eaten up completely."
"As for He Ling's revenge, I have no use for it. I will make amends to her after I die."
He won't eat anything.
The black shadow lost his patience and waved his hand. The monster lurking nearby jumped out with a "swoosh", knocked Chao Qulai down, and pecked off his tongue.
"It has to hurt a little bit."
The dark shadow watched coldly.
It doesn't matter if Chao doesn't obey. She has put in so much effort, and there will be no loss on the other side of the ten mirrors.
If he fails again, Xuanhui will no longer be Xuanhui.
**
Ten Mirrors
Mingyao stared at the red rope.
She pursed her lips, her heart beating fast.
No, she was wrong just now.
She should be Yan Chen.
At least at this moment, when the red string was still wrapped around her wrist, she was Yan Chen
Or put it in a more understandable way.
Here, the role she plays is Yan Chen.
Mingyao's heart was beating very fast. She struggled to use her magic power to pull off a corner of her skirt. Fortunately, it was winter in the fairy mountain, and she was wearing very thick clothes, so the clothes were heavy when placed on her hands, which could block the sticky and slippery blood and cover her eyes tightly.
Like a blind man groping in the dark, she took a tentative step forward.
Xianli is very considerate.
Be the first to expand the territory and quickly isolate the things under her feet so that she won't step on anything and fall into the pile of heads.
She didn't walk far. Although the cloth covering her eyes was thick, the sun was scorching hot, and if Mingyao looked carefully, he could still see some vague outlines.
She pursed her lips, held a corner of the cloth in one hand, and moved it forward. The weight in her hand became noticeably heavier. She did not delay, but stood up and stepped on the head with her foot through the cloth, moving it to the side. Fortunately, the cloth was big enough, and even though there was a slight shift, Mingyao still managed to lift the head up along the shadow.
It's really creepy.
She didn't dare to carry it herself, so she could only use her magical power to carry it from a distance. She couldn't do any delicate work with her magical power, but she could still do the small task of carrying things.
After doing everything, she was covered in cold sweat.
Trembling, he retreated back to the incense table.
My throat is a little dry.
It was quiet all around.
The strange voice from before did not speak at this time, nor did it say whether her choice was right or wrong.
Mingyao didn't dare to confirm it.
He swallowed and said nothing.
I went over it again carefully according to my own ideas, trying to find loopholes.
If, as she thought, she was here and was mistaken for Yan Chen, then perhaps all this was not that complicated and was just a little trick.
From the moment she arrived here, two different identities were placed before her.
She had just arrived here and it was quiet and deserted. She ran to the edge of the pool and saw her own face reflected in the mirror.
At this time, this place told her that she was Mingyao.
Then, with every step she took, time passed by her, and every Xianshu she met mistook her for Yan Chen, even though her face looked completely different from Yan Chen's.
At this moment, this place was telling her that she was Yan Chen.
Then the whole journey was full of strange things. What happened was too absurd. Xianshu killed her and then saved her, which was crazy.
After they finished running and entered the palace, Xianshu said a lot of incomprehensible words, then took her hand and used her strength to cut off his head.
She retained her self-awareness and was clearly aware that she was not Yan Chen, she was Ming Yao, and she was Ming Yao who came to save Xuan Xiu.
So, she had a preconceived notion that Xianshu was crazy.
The people here mistook her for Yan Chen.
The ground was covered with blood and heads.
She was at a loss.
At this moment, that strange voice sounded beside her ear, calling her——
"Ms. Mingyao."
Of course, she was Mingyao. Her wrists bore the scars of childhood chickenpox, and she looked at the pile of heads on the floor, overcome with fear. Of course, she was herself.
That's why her mind was full of thoughts about how she, Mingyao, could find the head of someone she had very little contact with.
It would be easier for her to find Yan Chen's head than Xian Shu's.
The immortal power was drawn out by her, and fear spread wildly in her heart.
More and more things belong to Mingyao.
She tried to find the answer from the confusing words in Xianshu's book, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find any good result.
She subconsciously separated herself from Yan Chen.
Until just now, she saw the red rope on her wrist that did not belong to her.
She was here, if it was Mingyao, how could Yan Chen's red rope fall on her wrist.
If she was Mingyao, the person who cut off Xianshu's head would not be his Taoist partner or his first wife. Then the person he invited to become a rebellious evil spirit before his death would be her.
Mingyao realized a problem. If all this was regarded as a script-killing game, then she was out of place and had deviated from the script.
At this moment, she should be Yan Chen.
Similarly, Mingyao silently glanced at Xianshu's body. He also had a red rope on his wrist.
From two perspectives.
First of all, now she is Yan Chen, so whichever head she says is Xianshu's should be it. As Taoist companions in the world of immortal cultivation, they have spiritual connection, so as Yan Chen, she should not fail to recognize it.
Secondly, she retained her appearance and her consciousness. So in this situation, what determines that she is Yan Chen?
It was the red rope on her wrist.
This red rope is the wish made by the newlyweds at the Temple of Immortals, and it has a special meaning.
Since the thing that determines identity is this red rope.
That head, perhaps, isn't that important anymore.
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief. Still, there was no sound in the Immortal Temple. She became increasingly nervous.
Her palms were wet with sweat. Although she had thought it through clearly, she didn't dare to speak out loud for fear that she was wrong.
She is the kind of person who loses more than she wins in script-killing games, never thinks about the logic of catching the criminal when watching police and gangster movies, and only seeks excitement. Her logic is very average.
That's not her strength.
Perhaps because he was too nervous, Mingyao even felt that he had a little respiratory alkaloid poisoning.
Shortness of breath and numbness in hands.
We can't delay any longer.
She cleared her throat. "I found it."
"Xianshu is here."
She pointed to the thing wrapped in cloth that was lifted by the immortal power.
After a long time, a black shadow emerged in the air, as if it had emerged from a quagmire. Ming Yao could not see her appearance at all, but he could tell from her figure that she was a woman.
"Ms. Mingyao is so smart." She clapped her hands together nonchalantly. "Congratulations, you got the answer right."
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief and clenched his fists: "So, where is Miaomiao? Where is he? What did you do to him?"
Mingyao asked quickly and urgently.
This caused the black shadow to burst out laughing.
"What can I do with Immortal Lord Miaomiao? It's just that he has other intentions and fell into my trap on his own initiative. Instead of asking me, you might as well ask him." There was a hint of provocation in the black shadow's words.
She waved her hand, and the Fairy Temple, which was once vibrant with colors and covered in blood, became visibly dilapidated and dilapidated, with dust piling up everywhere.
Mingyao pursed her lips and said nothing.
The black shadow's eyes shifted slightly and fixed on Mingyao's side: "Miaomiao Immortal Lord, I mean what I say. Your wish has been fulfilled. I hope you won't cause me any trouble."
Her figure faded away with the aftermath.
Mingyao glanced sideways.
Xuanxiu was holding a red rope in his hand and was two or three steps away from him.
In fact, he knew that the shadow was trying to sow discord.
But after the previous shock, Mingyao's emotions were a little unstable. When she saw Xuanxiu, he stayed by her side without saying a word, and no one knew what the red rope in his hand was for.
I feel tired for a moment.
"...Why don't we leave here first?" Mingyao looked a little tired, and she didn't have the energy to talk about anything else.
Let’s talk about it after we get out. She thought she had to have a good talk with Xuanxiu about their relationship, her purpose, and her thoughts. She couldn’t drag it on any longer and had to make it clear.
Xuanxiu said nothing, his face was a little pale.
Mingyao soon realized that something was wrong. Dust began to fall visibly from the dilapidated fairy temple, and the ground under his feet began to become unstable.
She was stunned, and before she could react, Xuanxiu grabbed her wrist and tied the red rope around her hand.
Xuanxiu spoke quickly, "Don't remove this red string, no matter what. Ten mirrors will collapse. In one stick of incense, you must leave this place immediately."
As Xuanxiu spoke, he made a hand gesture and a crack appeared in front of him.
Mingyao was pushed forward by Xuanxiu: "You go out first."
"What about you?" Mingyao was startled. "Why don't you go out?"
"I have other things to do." Xuanxiu said simply, lowering his eyes. "I was born with an immortal body, so I'll be fine in here."
Something is wrong. Mingyao blinked and noticed Xuanxiu's abnormality. He lowered his head and avoided her gaze. This was very wrong.
Mingyao didn't listen to him. He used both hands to lift Xuanxiu's face.
It's blood.
Blood oozed from the corners of his eyes.
Xuanxiu's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, losing its blood color.
This look is a sign of impending death.
Mingyao panicked: "What's wrong with you?"
When Xuanxiu heard Mingyao's panicked voice, he tried hard to suppress the blood in his throat, lowered his eyes, and smiled as usual.
The red rope on his wrist has disappeared.
"It's okay. I was just attacked by the ten mirrors and died once. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would be scared."
"This death is not a pretty sight."
His eyebrows curved and his voice was gentle: "You go out and wait for me first. When I come back to life, I will come out to find you."
Mingyao looked at his face, unable to tell the truth from the false, and hesitantly said, "Don't lie to me."
"I won't lie to you, Ayao, you are really suspicious." Immortal Lord Miaomiao raised his brows and smiled.
Hearing Xuanxiu still joking, Mingyao felt relieved. She was not the kind of person who would procrastinate in dangerous moments.
After getting the answer, he turned and ran, disappearing into the crack.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how affectionate, Immortal Lord."
After Mingyao left, the black shadow appeared again in the collapsed fairy temple.
She looked at the fallen Xuanxiu, her heart filled with joy and pride: "Why didn't the Immortal Lord tell her that it was because she made a wrong answer that you were trapped here and fell into eternal sleep again?"
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