Chapter 116: Calamity "...The hexagram shows that your merits are complete and you will ascend to...
"Disaster star?" This word was very rare in Cangqiong Mountain, and it immediately aroused the curiosity of the disciples present.
Someone pointed at Yun Wanzhou's face, put their mouth close to his ear, and said in a deliberately loud voice, "Look, he has a mole on his face."
"My mother said that this mole symbolizes bad luck. It is a star of misfortune, and it will bring disaster to my father and mother. I wonder what kind of disaster it will bring to Cangqiong Mountain—"
Whenever he heard this, Yun Wanzhou would purse his lips and distance himself from the noise. He would sit by the river or lean against a tree, drawing the talismans he had learned that day on the ground with a branch. It seemed that this way, he could live in his own world, completely oblivious to the outside world's words.
But is it really irrelevant?
Sometimes, how a person lives depends on luck and opportunity. Some people are born rich, while others are gifted.
Yun Wanzhou was brought back to Cangqiong Mountain by Qiongrao by chance, and without any effort, he became the envied disciple of the Immortal Lord.
One person is envied and has no worries.
The two were envious and fearless.
If everyone behaves like this, jealousy and resentment will arise, and they will become the target of public criticism.
Later, Qiongrao was also drowned in rumors, saying that all of Qiongrao's disciples were beautiful and extraordinary, and that he must have ulterior motives in accepting them as his disciples.
"Your mole is ominous, and you may suffer misfortune."
What he said came true.
It's really unknown.
The voice sounded again.
"Your master was humiliated because of you, wasn't he?"
"yes."
"I have a way to restore your master's good reputation. Are you willing?"
"Disciple... is willing."
Outside the illusion, the vines that bound Yun Wanzhou slowly moved upwards and landed on his palm, transforming into a dagger.
Yun Wanzhou had a blank expression on his face. He raised his hand like a puppet and pointed it at his right eye.
The illusion technique dissipated, revealing the brown teardrop mole.
"If it's unclear, then just get rid of it."
"In just a moment, Qiongrao will be back. Your fellow disciples will treat you with kindness. You are still an infant, and your parents will not abandon you. All the disasters stem from this."
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flickered, the tip of the knife stiffened, and slowly pointed downwards.
When all my thoughts came to a standstill, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind.
Yun Wanzhou thought of Cangkong Mountain long, long ago.
At that time, the peach blossoms on Cangqiong Mountain were still blooming, and the mountains and rivers were clear and beautiful. Qiongrao always kept him by his side, and did not force him to practice martial arts or draw talismans.
But the scene changed, and he was in the stream, holding a knife, and without hesitation put it to his right eye, cutting the flesh under the corner of his eye.
"Yun Wanzhou!" an angry shout came.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly turned around and met Qiongrao's angry and flustered face.
In terror, he slashed with the blade in his hand, and the sharp pain that felt like his pupils exploding went straight to his brain, and screams rang in his ears.
Qiong Rao's voice was urgent, his steps hurried, and he pointed two fingers at the acupoints above his eyes. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
The fear of being in the dark made Yun Wanzhou panic. He tightly grasped Qiongrao's hand and asked, "Master... Master... am I going to die?"
Qiong Rao hugged him and said sternly, "Aren't you almost dead? If I had come a step later, would you still want your eyes?"
Yun Xiaowu's eyes hurt even more, tears welled up in his eyes, "I want...I want..."
Qiong Rao sighed helplessly and gently stroked his cheek, "If you do want to, why are you doing this?"
"They... they laughed at me. And... they laughed at Master..." Yun Xiaowu choked with sobs.
Qiong Rao chuckled, as if he was laughing out of anger. "So you want to dig out your own eyes?"
"No, no. I just want to remove this mole... They said, they said this mole is ominous."
"Open your eyes." Qiong Rao pinched his face and spoke in a fierce tone.
Yun Xiaowu timidly opened his eyelids, and when the light came back, he realized that he had only scratched his eyelids.
"What a beautiful mole. Now it's damaged. It's ugly!"
Yun Xiaowu blushed, knowing he had made a fool of himself, and whispered back, "I'm not ugly at all."
"Oh?" Qiong Rao felt both amused and distressed, forcing himself to keep a straight face and continue to act fierce. "Now you know you're not ugly anymore?"
The stream hit the river bank, soaking the hem of Qiongrao's clothes.
Qiong Rao didn't care at all and sighed, "Xiao Wu, I've taught you so many times. As a human being, there will always be people who criticize you. If you care about everyone's words, you will eventually lose your original intention."
"Can't I cultivate immortality?"
"No."
The sound flows, penetrates the long years, falls into the heart and falls into the ears.
A clear light flashed in Yun Wanzhou's eyes, and he turned the dagger in his hand, leaving a bloody mark on his left ear and sinking deeply into the tree trunk behind him.
A wailing howl was heard, and the vines on his body suddenly dissipated. The trunk was uprooted and broke out of the ground, turning into the appearance of Yin Huo.
Yin Huo was shocked and muttered to himself in disbelief, "How...how could this be? How could you possibly..."
Come to an abrupt end.
The broken snow was summoned and pierced Yin Huo's chest like the roar of tides and lightning.
Blood gushed out and spilled all over the ground.
Yin Huo's pupils widened, his face became ferocious, and he fell straight to the ground, turning into a ball of black gas and drilling into the ground, leaving only a pool of dirty and discolored liquid.
"Immortal Lord!"
Several wax apple disciples gathered from all directions, their eyes confused and bewildered, as if they had just woken up from a dream.
"My Lord Immortal, what happened just now?" Someone scratched his head and asked embarrassedly.
"It's a monster transformed by the nightmare energy of the demonic realm."
"How could the nightmare energy from the demonic world reach Fengying Town?"
Yun Wanzhou walked to the pool of liquid left by Yin Huo and pulled out the Broken Snow Sword that was stuck in the ground.
The bloodstains that were bright red just now are now as black as ink, oozing with wisps of gas.
Yun Wanzhou felt uneasy and did not answer their questions directly.
"Maybe he missed and escaped."
With a symphony of golden sounds, the long sword was sheathed.
Yun Wanzhou came to his senses, opened his eyes and stepped forward. Suddenly, he heard a cry of surprise from the Lianwu disciple in front of him, "Immortal...Immortal Venerable?!"
"What?" Yun Wanzhou frowned slightly.
The Lianwu disciple raised his hand and pointed at him, "Immortal Venerable, your body..."
Yun Wanzhou was confused and looked down at his body in the direction of Lianwu disciple's finger.
A faint golden light enveloped his entire body, and his spiritual veins and spiritual power were more vigorous and agitated than ever before, as if he had been inspired by something.
At that moment, Yun Wanzhou seemed to see the flowing water in the mountains, hear the chirping of fish, insects and birds, the fragrance of flowers filled his nose, and the growth of babies from cradles to old age. All things in the world rushed by, and they were just a drop in the ocean.
He saw a crack in the sky, and a long ladder that seemed endless. At the end was a gate to heaven, and he was only a few steps away from the gate.
Inside the gate of heaven, an eye looks out at the world.
That is the way of heaven looking at all things and all living beings.
Ancient books once said that when monks ascended to heaven and saw miracles falling from the sky, they could see the way of heaven.
Yun Wanzhou took two steps forward, and the eye suddenly fell on him.
Tian Dao asked, "Who are you?"
Yun Wanzhou suppressed the shock in his heart, pursed his lips and replied, "He is a person who seeks the truth."
"There are thousands of Dao methods, which one should I cultivate?"
Yun Wanzhou replied, "The Way of Love."
The eye suddenly turned sad. "What a shame. What a shame."
Yun Wanzhou frowned and moved his lips, wanting to ask it what it regretted, but that eye suddenly emitted a white light, blurring his vision.
When Yun Wanzhou regained consciousness, the scene around him had suddenly changed.
The ladder to heaven is gone, and the gate to heaven is gone too.
In its place was a blank void, and he stood in the middle, unsure where to go.
Suddenly, the sound of water filled his ears, and a familiar figure walked towards him from afar.
The other person was dressed in white, his figure was like a pine or a cypress, and he walked with the wind in his steps, as if he wanted to merge into this illusory world.
Yun Wanzhou stood still, his gaze fixed on the familiar pair of eyes. Suddenly, he found himself reunited with the figure in his dream. The sound of waves in his ears sometimes surged, sometimes became calm, and finally turned into a sigh and a soothing word, "Xiaowu."
Yun Wanzhou seemed to be split into two parts. His soul rose up into the air, leaving behind only a stiff shell. His thoughts were in a mess as he tried to figure out the cause and effect of what was happening before him.
He felt like he was in a dream, but he sensed the familiar spiritual fluctuations from Qiongrao, which were faint but real.
When meeting old friends again, what is more pressing than the shock and nostalgia is the homesickness.
Until Qiongrao came closer, so close that Yun Wanzhou could touch his body with just a raise of his hand and bury himself in his arms, just like twenty years ago.
Qiongrao's expression remained unchanged, his smile as gentle and friendly as ever. "What? After only a few years, you don't even recognize Master?"
One sentence spanned the passing years and the blood and tears in the rainstorm that night.
After a long while, Yun Wanzhou pulled the corners of his lips and forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "I recognize you."
I had a lot to say, but my throat was choked and I didn't know where to start.
Qiong Rao stared at him for a long while, his eyes filled with nostalgia and pity, as if he was looking through him into the past. In the end, he could only sigh, "Never mind. Tell me about you."
"I haven't seen you for several years. You've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you just now."
Yun Wanzhou's mind was in a turmoil. He wanted to ask Qiongrao why he was here, and whether what he saw was a dream or reality. In the end, he could only forcefully pull the corner of his lip and say, "Master hasn't changed."
The years have passed, but have left no trace on his face. He is still as handsome and gentle as ever.
Qiong Rao smiled dotingly and raised his hand to touch his head as he used to. However, he paused mid-air as he thought of something. "When I left, I left a piece of my consciousness in you. Now I am just a remnant of my soul. Time is limited, so let's get down to business first."
Yun Wanzhou's eyes trembled, but he said nothing.
Qiong Rao didn't mind, but shook his head helplessly and continued, "I live in your sea of consciousness, feeling what you feel and knowing what you know. I have always hoped that you would live an ordinary and happy life, but I didn't expect that you would still follow my old path."
On that stormy night with lightning and thunder.
Qiong Rao was covered in blood and held his disciple in his arms. His voice was almost drowned out by the roar outside.
"Don't ever live like me..."
But fate plays tricks on us, and we keep going in circles over and over again.
Qiong Rao's eyes were filled with melancholy at first, but then he smiled with relief. "But you did better than me. You protected the Nightmare Stone, and at such a young age, you were blessed by Heaven. Your teacher is very pleased."
Yun Wanzhou's fingertips trembled, and his heart was broken.
But you are not here. He wanted to tell Qiong Rao.
Qiong Rao didn't know what he was thinking. He continued to speak with his thin lips moving, "I came here this time to ascend to heaven."
Yun Wanzhou looked to be struggling, not knowing what was wrong with him. Eventually, one side gained the upper hand and stopped remaining silent. "Master, please speak."
Qiong Rao heard the respectful aloofness in his words, and a hint of sadness lingered in his eyes. He shrank his fingertips in the air, and finally withdrew them. "Have you seen the Way of Heaven?"
"Yes." Yun Wanzhou said.
"What did Heaven say?"
Yun Wanzhou frowned at this point. "I didn't say anything. I just sighed twice and said 'what a pity'."
"Then I can't be wrong." Qiong Rao nodded in understanding. He raised his hand and waved it, and the golden light that had just lingered around Yun Wanzhou reappeared. "I read your fortune not long ago, and the hexagram showed that you would achieve perfect merit and ascend to heaven soon, but for some reason you still have a calamity that has not yet passed."
Hearing the worry and concern in Qiongrao's words, Yun Wanzhou remained calm, and his tone softened for a moment, "Master, please speak."
"Life is full of countless calamities, and this is a secret of heaven, which mortals cannot disturb. Although I cannot calculate the cause of your calamity, I know that this hexagram is dangerous and may be unfavorable."
"Master, please teach me."
Qiongrao raised his finger and pinched out a white light, which flickered and emitted a faint spiritual power.
Yun Wanzhou raised his eyelids and met Qiongrao's serious and heavy gaze. "I am only a remnant soul now, and I can't help you much. This is where I have focused my energy over the years. I hope I can save your life at this critical moment."
After he finished speaking, Qiongrao raised his fingertips, and the light spot moved with his mind and floated into Yun Wanzhou's chest.
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