Chapter 9 Chapter 9 "Why, brother is unwilling to go to...
Mingyao was kidnapped.
There were two people standing in front of me.
One red and one white.
Good news, you don’t have to choose, both are here.
Bad news, she's completely exposed.
The man in white held a sword in his hand. The moonlight that seeped in through the gaps in the window reflected on his sword, as cold as his gaze.
Very fierce.
Mingyao couldn't help but move to the side, wanting to stay away from him.
"What's going on?" Seeing her like this, the man in white looked even uglier.
Over there, the kind-looking man in red lit another lamp and placed it beside Mingyao. He squatted down, smiled at her reassuringly, reached out to brush away the loose hair in front of her forehead, and pulled out a black silk thread from her forehead: "Sure enough, it's the resentment sown by the vengeful ghost."
Xuanxiu let go of his hand, and the black thread instantly returned to Mingyao's body.
"Although I have reintroduced my sister-in-law's soul back into her body, she is a mortal. It is not surprising that she cannot recognize people after her soul suddenly left her body. She will be fine after resting for a while."
"The most important thing is this resentment." Xuanxiu looked at the black energy between Mingyao's eyebrows and said, "This place has a unique feng shui. It is located between humans and ghosts. The resentment that has entered the body cannot be eliminated by external forces. It can only be eliminated by oneself."
Having said this, Xuanxiu paused.
He still remembered something about the vengeful ghost, which was not new at all - the daughter of a wealthy and noble family married into a poor family, was wrongly killed, and turned into a vengeful ghost. It must have gained a lot in the past few hundred years, so the candlestick he left for Mingyao just now had lost its effect.
This is troublesome. Xuanxiu gently twisted Mingyao's hair that just fell into his hands. This vengeful ghost loves to kill married couples the most.
The woman was bewitched by her and became resentful, which eroded her sanity. At best, she became a madwoman, and at worst, she died.
If you want to save yourself, there are only two ways.
One way is to enter the dream and experience what happened in the past of the resentful ghost. If you can resolve the resentful ghost's obsession, it will naturally be over in a moment.
The other one is much simpler, just kill the one you love.
"How to save yourself?" Not noticing Xuanxiu's pause, Xuan Hui glanced at Mingyao, who was moving his wrists quietly because he was tied too tightly, and frowned slightly.
Xuanxiu's eyes had been fixed on Mingyao, so he naturally noticed something. Thinking that he had already brought his soul into his body, he didn't need to worry about Mingyao running around again, so he reached out and untied Mingyao.
Sure enough, after being untied, Mingyao did not float around the room like a ghost, but quietly moved away from the sword in Xuanhui's hand.
Her little movements were seen by Xuanxiu.
Xuanxiu raised his eyebrows slightly. Hearing Xuanhui's question, he did not keep it a secret: "Either my sister-in-law will join the game and break the obsession of the vengeful ghost; or I will do it myself and kill my brother."
The atmosphere froze in an instant.
Xuan Hui frowned, and the long sword in his hand hummed softly according to the master's wishes.
Mingyao almost shrank into the corner.
Xuanxiu seemed oblivious and tilted his head, as if curious: "Why, brother, don't you want to die for your sister-in-law?"
There was a clear "clang" sound.
The long sword in Xuan Hui's hand flashed with silver light, and a sharp sword energy went straight towards Xuan Xiu.
Murder, murder.
Hearing the loud noise, Ming Yao secretly looked out and almost instantly, the sword light was in front of the man in red.
I don't know if if the man in red was killed, she could take advantage of the situation and bring him back to report to the woman, saying that she had killed the unfaithful man so that she could remove the black energy in her head.
At this moment, Mingyao was still thinking about the "mission" that the woman had given him before.
But after waiting for a long time, I didn't hear the sound of the head falling to the ground.
"Come out." The voice of the man in white was cold and hard.
Mingyao raised his eyes and thought someone was talking about him, so he moved his eyes subconsciously.
Suddenly, a chill came from the house, followed by a strong wind. The window was blown open suddenly, and a black shadow jumped out of the window at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
"Take good care of her."
Before Mingyao could come to his senses, the man in white also jumped out.
In a moment, she and the man in red were the only ones left in the room.
It seemed that he was accidentally injured by the sword energy just now. There was a very thin bloodstain on one side of his cheek. It was just a slight difference, and he didn't look as friendly as before.
Mingyao looked at him silently. He glanced at the broken window, then walked over and pushed open the black wooden coffin in the room, and then... walked towards her.
"Sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he carried Mingyao in.
"I—" I don't want to sleep in a coffin. Before Ming Yao could finish his words, the coffin lid was closed neatly by him.
Almost at the same time.
With a creak, the door opened.
Xuanxiu raised his hand to hold down the coffin lid, and took the time to look up.
Standing in front of the door was the innkeeper who had just been downstairs, wearing mourning clothes and burning paper money.
It is certainly not a good thing to wait until Xuan Hui leaves before coming up.
"Boss, are you here to give us some bedding to keep us warm?" Xuanxiu pretended not to know.
It's so hot in July, how can we keep warm?
The shopkeeper glanced coldly at his face, finding him still as annoying as he had been back then. "Miaomiao Immortal Lord, I haven't seen you for four hundred years. Your eyesight has deteriorated considerably. It seems the rumors are true. Your injuries are severe and difficult to heal. This is... a sign of impending death."
As soon as he spoke, several sharp claw shadows appeared before his eyes in an instant.
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The room was already cramped, and the two of them made quite a bit of noise.
Not long after, Mingyao, who was hiding in the coffin, heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Don't tear this building apart.
Mingyao clenched his hands, feeling a little nervous.
Not long ago.
Amid the sounds of fighting, her soul finally regained consciousness, and her previous memories came back to her. She heard the people fighting in the house calling Xuanxiu "Miaomiao Immortal Lord".
Mingyao finally had an impression of his brother-in-law who suddenly appeared.
Over the past hundred years, life in the fairy mountain was boring, and she almost read all the books in the fairy mountain library.
Among them, the most commonly read are records of wars between the immortal mountains and demons and monsters, as well as various miscellaneous talks.
Mingyao was very familiar with the name Miaomiao Immortal Lord.
It is recorded in ancient books that four hundred years ago, the demons in the human world were causing chaos and countless people were killed and injured. This Immortal Lord Miaomiao descended to the mortal world alone and single-handedly killed the demon king of the demon clan at that time, thus eliminating the harm to the people.
He should have been a role model for the Immortal Mountain, respected by all, but perhaps due to excessive energy consumption, he went astray. When the Immortal Mountain sent a dozen Immortal Lords to the mortal world to help him deal with the aftermath, he personally slaughtered all of them.
The heads of dozens of immortal kings were chopped off one by one, leaving no intact bodies.
The mountain master was furious and sent people again to bring him back.
But after defeating several immortal kings, Xianshan still failed to capture this Miaomiao Immortal King.
In the end, he was seriously injured and disappeared, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then.
Later, when the cultivators in the fairy mountain mentioned this Immortal Lord Miaomiao, they always criticized him more than they praised him.
In addition to the fact that he killed his fellow disciples, one of the reasons was related to the origin of this Immortal Lord Miaomiao.
In this world, once a mortal ascends to the upper realms and becomes an immortal, they are forbidden from descending to the lower realms. However, there is one lineage that is a partial exception: the Xianshan Xuan clan.
This clan was born in the fairy mountain. They are half human and half fairy, and have guarded the human world for generations.
Since birth, their spiritual power has been several times stronger than that of ordinary mortals, but in order to ascend, the effort they have to spend is also several times stronger than that of ordinary mortals. They need to go through untold hardships and refine half of their mortal blood.
Such a beautiful, strong and tragic initial setting naturally attracted countless cultivators to follow. Over time, the cultivators in the immortal mountain came to regard the Xuan family as their leader and admired them very much.
Xuan Hui and the Mountain Master were both from the Xuan clan.
But in this generation, there was an Immortal Lord Miaomiao, who not only overwhelmed all the cultivators, but also suppressed the Xuan family.
He has no sect or school, but he was born with an immortal body and immortal power. When others were practicing hard, his immortal power would surge in a breath. When he broke through the realm, he did not need to go through the tribulation because he was born with an immortal body.
There are many people like him who admire him, but there are also many who hate him.
In addition, he never reveals his true face, and many monks have questioned his righteousness.
Therefore, after he killed his fellow disciples and disappeared, most cultivators believed that he was undoubtedly an evil cultivator.
However, Mingyao's impression of him was not due to these reasons. She was interested in seeing rumors that...
This Miaomiao Immortal Lord seems to be immortal.
No matter how many times you die, you will wake up again.
Even worse than the ascended immortals.
Mingyao valued his life, and after hearing this rumor, he became curious and went to ask Xuanhui.
Xuan Hui avoided talking about it.
Mingyao originally thought that it was because Xuan Hui didn't like to talk about others behind their backs, but he never expected that this Immortal Lord Miaomiao was actually his brother and also from the Xuan family.
No wonder he was able to come back to life in the ghost town even after being stabbed through and dead.
The rumor turned out to be true.
Mingyao was in a daze. When he came to his senses, it was quiet outside.
it's over?
Mingyao listened carefully but heard nothing.
Just as he was hesitating whether to lift the coffin lid and go out to take a look, he was knocked twice on the wooden board above his head.
Then the coffin lids were opened.
The legendary Immortal Lord Miaomiao leaned against the coffin, still smiling, but it seemed that he had just been in a fierce fight, and blood splattered on his eyebrows and eyelashes, making him look a little weird.
"Sister-in-law, I'm going to die."
He uttered the appalling words lightly.
Mingyao was stunned and quickly got up from the coffin and went out to help him.
The room was filled with the smell of blood. Mingyao couldn't see his injuries clearly. Just as she turned around and wanted to grab the candlestick to see how serious his injuries were, he stopped her: "Sister-in-law, there's no need to look anymore. I'll be dead in about another cup of tea."
Ming Yao was somewhat bewildered upon hearing this, and squatted cautiously beside him: "Do you know that my soul has returned to its place and I have regained consciousness?"
He smiled and nodded: "If you don't regain consciousness, the coffin lid won't be able to hold you."
Mingyao didn't know what to say for a moment. After enduring for a long time, he asked curiously, "You... can really come back to life?"
"At the moment, yes." He replied with a smile, "If I don't survive, will my sister-in-law cry for me?"
Mingyao heard the slight teasing in his tone and, recalling what happened in the ghost town, felt a little embarrassed. She coughed softly, "Of course I will, but I still have resentment in my body. That woman said that only when I kill the ungrateful person can I resolve it. If you really die, I want to ask... can I use your body to go back and make peace?"
Mingyao asked seriously and politely.
"Sister-in-law really only cares about my brother's life or death." Xuanxiu was amused by her and pretended to sigh.
Mingyao scratched her hand and thought, not really, she only cared about her own life or death.
After waiting for a while, he saw his breath gradually weakening. Mingyao had never waited for someone to die before, so he was a little panicked for a moment: "Do you have a limit on how many times you can resurrect?"
"Nine-tailed foxes only have nine lives." Ming Yao pinched his fingertips and said, "In the future, it's better to cherish your life. What if this is the last time?"
After saying this, Mingyao felt that what he said was too unlucky, so he quickly patted the coffin beside him and spat again and again.
Xuanxiu smiled and said nothing more.
It's really strange. This is the first time someone has advised him to cherish his life.
"I'm dead, what difference does it make?"
He heard himself ask her softly after a moment.
"Of course it's different."
Her vision was beginning to blur, and her life was about to come to an end again. She took a few steps away, as if looking for something.
A faint rustling sound was heard.
After a while, she hurried back to his side and stuffed something into his hand.
"Of course it's different." Her voice was soft and gentle. "Just now I saw you love lighting lanterns, even in the ghost town. That guiding lantern is so eerie, and you like holding it. I guess you don't like dark places either. If you die, you'll have to stay in a place you don't like forever. How miserable is that?"
"It's better to wake up and see the light."
"Here, can you still feel it? It's warm."
What she pressed into her hand was the same candlestick from before.
Xuanxiu was completely out of sight.
Consciousness gradually dissipated, and in the darkness, only the palm of my hand still had a little warmth.
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