Chapter 11 A Fake Marriage to Eliminate Demons Together
"Little bride, cross the bamboo bridge, the crescent moon hangs on both sides."
He has feelings for me, but I have no feelings for him; let us sever our love and go to heaven.
Red wedding dress, red wedding dress, love requires tearing apart the heart.
You are heartless, he is indifferent, the newlyweds are abandoned by both life and death.
A bright moon hung high in the sky. In the quiet of the mountains and forests, Huali held Lianzhuo's hand tightly. Their wedding robes overlapped, and the love bracelets on their wrists clinked together, producing a clear, melodious sound.
"Lian Zhuo?" Hua Li had called Lian Zhuo no less than ten times after walking only a short distance.
Feeling the girl's cool, trembling palm, Lian Zhuo lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, I'm here."
After receiving a positive reply, Huali breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you talk to me? I'm wearing a veil and this strange little tune is playing, and you're not saying a word. I'm really nervous."
"square?"
"Fang means panic or fear."
"Afraid that there's someone else by your side?" Lian Zhuo understood.
"It's good that you know," Huali readily admitted. "Did you hear that? The more you listen to her singing, the more ominous it sounds. Have you thought about how to deal with that monster?"
"Break the spell, force it to reveal its true form, and kill it."
Huali wanted to ask more, but Lianzhuo stopped her.
"Lian Zhuo?" Why did you stop walking?
"Silence, something is coming."
A red sedan chair suddenly appeared on the empty mountain road. The sedan chair bearers had faces as white as paper with bright red rouge on their cheeks. They stopped in front of the two people.
"The bride is getting into the sedan chair," the sedan chair bearers' mouths opened and closed, "Welcome the bride into the sedan chair, welcome the bride into the sedan chair." Their voices were sharp and piercing.
Having anticipated this situation, Huali wasn't panicked. She took a deep breath, released Lianzhuo's hand, and took a step forward.
To everyone's surprise, the sedan chair bearers took a step back and continued to repeat, "The bride is getting into the sedan chair, the bride is getting into the sedan chair."
"I'm about to get on, why are you backing out?" Huali lifted her skirt and was about to step into the sedan chair.
The sedan bearers backed up again, but this time their words changed, as if they were answering her question.
"My husband, lift the veil. My husband, lift the veil."
This goddess has so many tricks up her sleeve.
In the back and forth, most of the fear in Huali's heart disappeared.
She reached out and hooked the Buddhist prayer beads on Lian Zhuo's wrist, and said without hesitation, "Husband, lift the veil."
Lian Zhuo's breathing became slightly sluggish.
After a moment of silence, she reached out and lifted the red veil.
The first thing that catches the eye is the crimson pear blossom on Huali's forehead. The young girl, dressed in a wedding gown, has bright eyes and white teeth. Her eyes, which are filled with mischievous sparks, are even brighter than the stars in the sky as she looks at him.
"The bride is getting into the sedan chair, the bride is getting into the sedan chair!" the sedan chair bearers urged again.
Lianzhuo touched the prayer beads to Huali's forehead, "Don't be afraid, it's alright."
Huali nodded, gripped the card in her hand, and turned to step into the bridal sedan chair.
*
As soon as she entered, she sensed something was wrong; this place didn't resemble a bridal sedan chair at all.
"Lian Zhuo?" Hua Li called out tentatively.
No one responded, and her heart sank. She took out a luminous pearl she had prepared beforehand to illuminate the surroundings.
Okay, it's obvious she's in a coffin.
The relatively well-adapted Huali lay on the coffin wall, carefully listening to the sounds outside.
When no sound came from it, Huali thought for a moment and then simply took out a gold-type card and started prying open the coffin lid.
Tang Wanwan and the others' magical artifacts all required spiritual power to activate, so they were useless to her.
Ordinary tools won't work, so cards are the most suitable.
Right now, the other cards are still useful, but she knows nothing about the gold-type cards that manipulate runes, so they're perfect for using as crowbars.
I only wanted to try it out, but I didn't expect it to work so well that she actually managed to pry open a crack.
Huali's eyes lit up, and she quickly stretched her neck to look through the gap, only to be met with a pair of pitch-black eyes.
She gasped, her back pressed against the coffin, and cold sweat instantly poured down her back.
Those eyes stared straight at her, and then he simply poked his whole head in from outside, "Bride, get out of the sedan chair."
They were the sedan chair carriers from earlier.
Huali took a deep breath, held the card in her palm, and climbed out of the coffin.
From the moment she got into the bridal sedan chair to the moment she got out, the outside world had completely changed.
She was standing in a grand hall, surrounded by the dim light of candles. In the center of the hall stood a life-size statue of a Bodhisattva holding a jade vase, with a branch of peach blossoms about to bloom inserted in it.
This should be the Goddess Temple that Old Zhang and his colleagues built.
The goddess's sculpted face was compassionate, but her eyes were deeply unsettling. Mortals who presume to claim divine status are ultimately engaging in a clumsy imitation.
There seemed to be no one around, but Karin knew that a pair of eyes were watching her.
Sure enough, the sedan bearer who had been slumping over suddenly trembled and raised his head again, saying, "Bride, come with me."
Huali followed it around the goddess statue in front.
Unexpectedly, just after turning the corner, the sedan bearers in front suddenly turned around and charged towards her with ferocious expressions.
The swastika-shaped Buddhist seal on the rosewood forehead emitted a dazzling Buddhist light.
The sedan bearer was caught off guard and burned. He screamed and quickly turned into a paper effigy, burning to ashes.
Karin, who hadn't had a chance to use the card, paused for a moment and subconsciously touched her forehead.
"A cultivator? How dare you mock this god!" With a furious shout, a black umbrella appeared opposite, its handle like a sharp sword aimed straight at Huali's eyes.
"Wooden plaque, rise!" The vines wrapped around Huali's waist and tossed her upwards, scattering dozens of talismans as if they were free.
Talismans are still the most effective; they come with their own spiritual power, and you can get rid of them with a single cast.
A sudden, agonizing wail erupted.
The black umbrella surface rippled and floated, revealing several faceless figures. The heads crowded together in a mournful manner, materializing and biting at the feet of the rose.
The vines hooked onto the roof, and Huali stepped on someone's head for leverage, then pulled out an invisibility talisman, slapped it on her forehead, and ran away.
"Ao Bai!"
"Host!" Ao Bai, who was hiding in the Qiankun bag, immediately jumped onto her shoulder. "We're finally out."
“There’s an umbrella chasing me. Can you help me distract it while I try to find the missing villagers?”
Ao Bai let out a meow and charged forward.
*
The prayer beads crashed through the massive temple gate, and the two guardian beasts instantly exploded into two streaks of blood.
Lian Zhuo's red wedding dress was splattered with bloodstains, which he disgustedly threw aside.
Inside the gate, the ferocious beast Qiongqi's enormous fangs were dripping with saliva as it faced him, its eyes gleaming with a greedy, corpse-green light.
"It's actually a top-grade spiritual root. If I eat you, I'll definitely break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop."
"Amitabha." Lian Zhuo formed the Vajra Mudra with both hands, and a huge palm appeared out of thin air, striking down at Qiongqi.
"Despite being a demon beast, he willingly serves as a tool of monsters and commits many injustices."
Qiongqi spread its wings and let out a tiger's roar, "What a joke, she thinks she can control me? It's just mutual exploitation."
"The woman belongs to her, the man belongs to me, but having met you, I naturally no longer need to eat others!" Qiongqi roared, spitting out poison arrows mixed with bones.
Lian Zhuo dodged to the side, her hand seals changing from offense to defense.
Just as he was about to trap Qiongqi here to purify the spirits of the dead, the Buddhist beads on his wrist suddenly burst out with light.
Rosewood is dangerous.
Lian Zhuo's brows and eyes instantly froze, and her hand seals changed abruptly, switching from defense to offense.
His cultivation, which had been forcibly suppressed to counteract the Gu poison, gradually climbed to the Nascent Soul stage, soaring all the way to the Divine Transformation realm amidst Qiongqi's astonished gaze.
The poisonous spirit rapidly circulated through her meridians, and red blood patterns crept up her eyes. Lian Zhuo's gaze changed, and she grabbed Qiongqi's neck from a distance.
The ferocious beast Qiongqi, which inspires fear in all, is nothing more than an ant in his hands.
Lotus-white cassock was cracked inch by inch from the shoulders, and a hint of evil tinged his emotionless and desireless eyes. He tilted his head, curled his lips with interest, and slowly exerted force with his right hand.
Qiongqi's enormous body began to tremble, and its terrifying roar shattered the trees within dozens of meters.
The intense smell of blood made Lian Zhuo's pupils shrink to pinpoints, and he roared in his heart that he wanted to kill incessantly. The Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist spun rapidly counterclockwise.
Just as he was about to succeed, Lian Zhuo's expression suddenly changed, and his Nascent Soul power rapidly declined, falling to the peak of the Golden Core stage.
Seeing the opportunity, the Qiongqi in mid-air quickly attacked. Lian Zhuo let its sharp claws pierce her left shoulder, and used the momentum to slap the entire Buddhist bead into the Qiongqi's chest.
After doing all this, Lian Zhuo knelt on one knee and vomited a mouthful of blood.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his wrist.
The red thread on the love bracelet undulated in the night sky, drifting all the way to the Goddess Temple on the mountaintop.
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