Chapter 94 The Truth (10) A Soft Kiss
More than thirty graves.
Mingyao held Xuanxiu's hand and looked around together. The grave mounds were not very big, just small, with the names engraved on a wooden plaque.
She identified them one by one. Some she didn't recognize, but some she still remembered.
Xuan Zhinan, Chu Chengle...
Without exception, they were all people who had ascended to heaven and were recorded in the biography of people in the immortal mountain classics.
Mingyao could not help but tightly grasp the key against her heart. Thousands of eternally burning lamps had entered the body of the key. The originally pitch-black key had been dyed a fluorescent blue. She held it in her hand, but she could not block out the blue light.
The faint blue light reflected on the people's faces. The two men looked at each other at the grave mound, and they couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Mingyao looked again at the wooden sign with Chu Qiming's name on it.
The first master of the Immortal Mountain was able to ascend to heaven within just a hundred years.
The book recorded that her magic was unparalleled in the world. On the day of her ascension, the gates of heaven opened wide, mist and clouds were like fire, and she rode the clouds straight into the sky, shocking both the demon and monster worlds. From then on, the Xuyou Immortal Mountain was officially established.
Mingyao was hesitant.
"...Is this a cenotaph, or...?"
"Just dig it up and see."
Facing the grave mound that might be his own ancestors', Xuanxiu was not in awe. He moved his hand slightly, and the originally solid grave mound began to shake. Soon, a big pit appeared.
Mingyao rubbed her arms. This scene was so creepy no matter how she looked at it. A cold wind seemed to blow behind her. She tugged at Xuanxiu's sleeve tightly and followed closely. Her mind kept flashing back to scenes from horror movies she'd seen before. Didn't this kind of burial mound really like to get right up close and personal?
He walked one step at a time, two steps at a time, and with her supporting him from behind, Xuanxiu didn't walk very fast.
When we were almost close to the grave mound.
Mingyao suddenly tugged at Xuanxiu's sleeve.
"How about we give you a protective shield or something like that first? It would be bad if there's corpse poison or something."
It would be such a pity if Xuanxiu's beautiful face had a flaw.
It’s better not to take risks.
Xuanxiu was still angry, and although he didn't respond to her, he was obedient and did the hand gesture.
After being fully prepared, he leaned forward and looked down.
Mingyao was too timid to look and wanted Xuanxiu to tell her what it was.
But I didn't get a reply for a long time.
Mingyao couldn't help but poke him gently: "What is it?"
"...a handful of yellow earth and some jewelry."
Hmm? Could it really be a cenotaph?
Mingyao suddenly jumped out from behind Xuanxiu, and with the help of the light in Xuanxiu's hand, he could see clearly what was in the grave mound.
It was just as Xuanxiu said, a handful of yellow earth and some jewelry, but... Mingyao narrowed his eyes, it seemed that there were some other things mixed in this pile of things.
Xuanxiu also saw it at this time and brushed off the layer of sand on it.
"Is this... a tooth?" Mingyao wasn't sure.
What kind of funeral custom is this?
Tooth burial?
Xuanxiu took her up and dug another grave, which contained similar things.
Xuanxiu dug one grave after another and almost turned over all the tombs of his ancestors.
Mingyao looked at them one by one and gradually came to his senses.
The further back the grave is, the more complete the remains are.
By the last one, a complete skeleton could be clearly seen.
This is not a cenotaph.
The previous few were probably so old that even the bones were almost decomposed and disappeared, leaving only a few teeth.
Mingyao felt a chill in his heart: "When you ascend to the immortal mountain, do you have to give up your physical body?"
Xuanxiu looked at the grave in front of him, his expression unchanged: "Of course, the physical body will ascend together."
"So... they found someone else to take over and build a tomb for the ascended one? What's the logic behind this?"
"Or..." Ming Yao licked his lips and said hesitantly, "The ascension is fake?"
After Mingyao said this, he felt it was ridiculous. If ascension was fake, there would be thousands of immortal mountains and a constant stream of cultivators. What's the point of practicing?
She had watched many people on the fairy mountain. People with extraordinary talents like Jiali were really rare, with only one among hundreds of people. Most of the people with the highest talents could only cultivate to the Golden Elixir stage at most, and they might even die prematurely because of demons.
And more people are only at the foundation-building stage when they die.
Some monks will accept their fate, while some monks will become more and more courageous and spend their entire lives seeking the opportunity to ascend.
There are still some elderly people alive in the mountains who have witnessed the ascension of the previous mountain master. When discussing this matter with others, the brilliance and yearning in their eyes cannot be faked.
However, Mingyao was inexplicably reminded of Xianshu's appearance before his death in the ten mirrors.
"Yan Chen, there is no hope of ascending to heaven. Our life together is like an illusion. The hatred in this life is hard to let go."
"Kill me."
At that time, in the ten mirrors, she was extremely panicked, thinking only that Xianshu had failed to break through the realm, so she had the idea of transforming into a rebellious evil spirit and wanted to commit suicide.
But now that I think about it, it seems a bit far-fetched. There are more than one cultivator in this world who has failed to break through. Unless they are at their wit's end, most cultivators will still try again, or perhaps, believing that a good death is worse than a miserable life, they will wait for another opportunity.
How come Xianshu fell into ruin so quickly after failing to break through?
Yes... did you know something?
Mingyao was lost in thought.
On the other side, Xuanxiu also lowered his eyes, listening to Mingyao's guess, his gaze falling on the key in Mingyao's hand.
All the eternal lamps are housed here, including Jiali's one.
"Help me blow out Jiali's eternal lamp."
When Chao said this, he was very serious.
Even though I can't remember everything that happened back then.
But Xuanxiu still had some impression of Chao Qulai when he rebelled and left the mountain.
That year, the order he received was to capture Chao Qulai.
This is not a difficult thing to do.
Especially when Chao Qulai escaped, he took Jiali, who was knocked unconscious by him. Although Chao Qulai had the upper hand, he was still stopped by him.
"If you take this step, you will be a traitor to the immortal world. I will kill you."
This was his advice to Chao Qulai.
Afterwards, he brought Chao Qulai back to the Mountain Lord's Hall. At that time, the previous Mountain Lord was still alive.
He asked Chao Qulai a question.
What was it?
Xuanxiu frowned unconsciously.
Seeing that he didn't say a word for a long time, Mingyao stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "What are you looking at?"
Xuanxiu was stunned for a moment, looking into Mingyao's eyes. He remembered that the previous mountain master asked about Chao Qulai's situation.
What did you see?
He forced a smile, pointed at the mountain master, and said, "I didn't see anything."
As soon as Chao Qulai finished speaking, the mountain master asked everyone to leave.
The monks in the mountains originally thought that Chao Qulai would die, but the final result seemed to be just that he was expelled from the immortal mountain.
Naturally, he couldn't take Jiali away.
"Nothing, I was just lost in thought for a moment." Xuanxiu answered Mingyao's question, "Now that I have the Jiali Ever-Bright Lamp, I will leave first."
Mingyao didn't want to stay here any longer, but before leaving, he glanced at Chu Qiming's grave intentionally or unintentionally.
If ascension is false, and this famous immortal king will end up as nothing more than a handful of dirt like a mortal, then how many people here will still desperately want to become immortals?
And why did those rebellious immortals rebel?
The mood is a little complicated.
Mingyao stepped out of the cave and walked silently back to where they stayed with Xuanxiu.
The place is pretty good, it's a small house with a yard.
Stepping into the house, the full moon was still hanging high in the night sky. Mingyao moved his sore and stiff shoulders left and right and looked up at the moon.
The moonlight is bright.
Mingyao let out a breath and thought, forget it, she was about to go back, why bother thinking so much, what did the fairy mountain, rebellion against the immortals, and ascension have to do with her.
If I were to think about something, there was only one thing I needed to think about quickly.
How to bring Xuanxiu back?
Staying for another thousand years is impossible. As for the other option...
Mingyao stared at the moon and began to daydream unconsciously.
Speaking of this place, she had looked at the moon many times, and every time she felt sad, it was because of homesickness.
Think of mobile phones, Ms. Ming, and all the conveniences of modern society.
Today, Mingyao lowered his head and glanced at Xuanxiu who was about to enter the house.
I sighed softly. It was like I was experiencing Chang'e's regret for stealing the elixir.
After today, there will only be eight days left.
Mingyao didn't want to waste time.
She walked quickly to Xuanxiu's side and stopped him before he entered the house. She looked up at him and said, "Chu Miaomiao, do you really want to stay angry with me like this until I leave?"
Mingyao had no idea that his words had stabbed Xuanxiu's heart twice.
Xuanxiu didn't say anything at first.
Until Mingyao felt that she should resort to the tricks of crying, making a fuss, and then threatening to hang herself.
Xuanxiu avoided her gaze and asked her, "What do you want from me?"
Mingyao was choked for a moment. If she really was asked to make a request, it would not be easy for her to say it.
My brain froze for a moment.
Xuanxiu took the initiative to speak again.
His voice was soft and cold, like a cool breeze after the rain, brushing against exposed skin, making her shiver subconsciously.
He asked her in a low voice: "Ayao...what do you want from me?"
Slowly raising his eyes, Xuanxiu's eyes had already turned red, and the mark of the inner demon was clearly visible.
He took a step forward and pushed Mingyao back to the corner, without a smile on his face.
"Ayao, I'm not a good person."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the mud and dust that had stained Mingyao from the cave. However, he did not leave immediately, and his fingers caressed Mingyao's face lovingly.
His eyes were fixed on Mingyao's face.
"...Every time I look at you now, the inner demons surge and roar, non-stop."
"Do you know what it says?"
Xuanxiu's eyes had lost their former gentleness, and were filled with a bit of coldness and alienation, or perhaps a kind of self-harming restraint.
His voice was still very soft, like a lover's whisper -
"It said that I must do whatever it takes to keep you here."
"I'll tie you to my side. You can only see me, only look at me, and only... love me."
"Even until you and I turn into two dry bones, we will be entwined together."
Mingyao shuddered, tears welling up in his eyes.
At such a close distance, Xuanxiu could naturally see her reaction.
He finally showed an expression, sneered, and a layer of light appeared in his eyes. He was laughing, but also seemed to be crying.
"See, you're afraid of me."
He gently wiped away the tears that seeped from the corners of Mingyao's eyes.
"I'm just a lunatic, Ayao."
"Don't provoke me again, I can't control myself."
"Every moment I see you, I keep doubting myself, Ayao. When you said you liked me, were you lying to me or trying to trick me, or were you just using me?"
Seeing the tears falling from Mingyao's eyes, his voice became softer and softer, as if he was coaxing a child.
"It doesn't matter, actually. I like being deceived by you, coaxed by you, used by you, and played around by you."
"But I can't accept you leaving, nor can I accept that you have no feelings for me."
"These speculations drive me crazy."
"So, Mingyao, if you want to abandon me completely, don't provoke me again, or..."
"You can just kill me." Xuanxiu's eyes showed a little smile, "Here, I can sleep forever."
After the words were spoken, there was a moment of stalemate.
Xuanxiu slowly took a few steps back, lowered his eyes, pushed open the door on the side, and walked in.
Yes, what is he expecting?
He chuckled softly, laughing at his own delusion.
But maybe it's an illusion.
Behind him, there was a hurried sound, and a figure ran in hurriedly and jumped in front of him.
There were still traces of tears on the woman's face, and her round eyes stared at him fiercely.
She whimpered, then rushed up and pushed him onto the bed: "Chu Miaomiao, I..."
He didn't hear the rest of the words.
The next moment, a soft kiss fell on his lips.
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