Eternal Abyss
After smoking smoke rings with my master, I thought that the immortal realm might not experience too much turmoil in the future, but it would certainly be difficult to return to what it was before.
By bringing out the history of the Tai Su Wu Nian Stone from 320,000 years ago, the crisis brought about by the Heavenly Emperor's pain will naturally be largely quelled.
But can his illness be cured? Is it because he took on too much responsibility, thus incurring the backlash of heaven and earth?
Such new speculations abound: what calamities will befall the mortal realm regarding the notion of a preordained Heavenly Emperor...
These emerging viewpoints are likely to create a tidal wave, shattering the millennia-long peace of the immortal realm and replacing it with endless turmoil.
After we finished talking, I saw that my master was in a good mood, so he stopped smoking and started singing the Gugu Song.
My master is a male immortal. It is said that men love to sing when they are worried, so it seems that he is not often without worries.
I have an idea that hasn't died out yet, about Xie Jinhui.
I always thought that he was a great threat to me, and I had to strengthen myself so that I wouldn't be ruined by his unpredictable temper.
I asked my master if he could make an exception and let me rummage through his junkyard. My master raised an eyebrow, first borrowed my Fifty-Five Butterfly Dream Bells, and then opened the treasure vault door.
He said it was for his other beloved apprentice, my senior sister, Xianbei'er.
Senior sister, I can't help but sigh for a while.
This little seashell of a senbei is truly difficult to rob.
Although she was the first ordinary seashell to be used as currency, the celestial realm's test for her advancement required her to experience all kinds of money.
The master said that when she was dealing with a copper coin with a hole in the middle, she encountered another calamity within a calamity.
Thus, her path to immortality was fraught with intractable difficulties.
I think that Master lent me the Butterfly Dream Bell probably to open some kind of back door for Fairy Bell.
*
I worked hard rummaging through the "garbage dump" today because the more tired I was, the easier it would be to fall asleep. I had a vague feeling that if I didn't do something that would exhaust me, I would suffer from severe insomnia.
My mind is filled with Xie Jinhui's flamboyant face, his departing figure, and the words my master spoke of regarding the Heavenly Emperor's illness.
Crackling and popping, clanging and banging...
I'm also worried; I'm just drifting around in the garbage dump.
Oh, sigh? Oh dear.
Look what I found!
A good mood returned to me, and I hurried home with my precious baby in my arms.
No fellow cultivators should see this, especially Chen Yi.
Just as I was about to step out of the main hall of Qingning Pavilion, my shoulder was pressed down by Old Sticky Claw. I shrank back in fright, but the smell of wine put me at ease.
Master handed me the Butterfly Dream Bell and said, "Hehe, quack, if your senior sister calls you in the future, just quack!"
"Ah, quack!"
I answered and quickly hopped away. Master now gives freedom to his kind, but they can't fly, so he really puts them in his mouth.
Back in the den of demons, I first hid the treasure under my pillow, hoping that it would be absorbed into my brain after a good night's sleep.
But I also know that's wishful thinking.
After making all the peach-bell hairpins jingle, I shared my harvest with Shanbaobao.
Today, I asked my master another question.
What is the disease of all living beings?
My master's answer was brilliant; I wrote it down word for word, and I'm sure I'm not wrong at all.
It's written in the little notebook in my head:
"All things under heaven come from nothingness, and all carry the interaction and change of yin and yang energies, and within them there are the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, which are coordinated internally and externally."
Where do the illnesses of all living beings come from? They originate from the imbalance of Yin and Yang, which then causes the Five Elements to generate chaotic and destructive power.
The Five Elements are metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, which correspond to the five virtues of heaven and earth: benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness.
Metal can bring calamities like swords, spears, and halberds; fire can cause burning, devastation, and annihilation... Water, wood, and earth can all cause similar calamities, both internal and external.
As I was thinking about it, I wondered what the next part was. Didn't I swear I remembered it?
I took out the peach-shaped hairpin and played with the peach for a while, when I accidentally bumped into the hill bag stand.
Rumbling and swaying.
Shaking and wobbling?
Yes, I think I remember now.
I wrote in the air with my hairpin, ding-a-ling...
Forgotten memories resurfaced, and I carefully examined those memories that had been transformed into words.
"The illnesses of all living beings are not only physical ailments, but also external harms caused by earthquakes, landslides, and the relentless attacks of water and fire."
This also includes the mental and spiritual ailments resulting from acts of inhumanity, righteousness, impoliteness, irrationality, and dishonesty.
A disease of the primordial spirit? I pondered for a moment, and the tip of the peach bell seemed to pierce through the illusion, scratching the void once more.
“Illnesses of the primordial spirit are easily affected by changes in external circumstances, such as reading books.”
Inciting the seven emotions and six desires, and stirring up a torrent of violent and thirsty cravings, is the culprit that poisons the primordial spirit.
Clarifying one's thoughts, awakening compassion, and inspiring boundless wisdom are all ways to nourish one's primordial spirit.
If the primordial spirit is not nourished, and one indulges in the excesses of the seven emotions, such as lust, selfishness, attachment, and greed, it will distort people's hearts and disrupt the natural order.
If this becomes incurable, morality will be completely lost, and all things in heaven and earth, even the Heavenly Emperor, will be terminally ill.
Eternal hell.
I will remember these principles well, and I also hope that all the mountain people will never be annihilated and will be happy forever.
The sound of bells mingling with the sound of bamboo tapping on the window, and the moonlight draping the green mountains over the warm bed like a silver mat.
I yawned. Great, it's not late yet, and I'm actually sleepy.
Seeing Xie Jinhui's ornaments piled on the table, I thought about how the little bamboo shoots would come and steal them while I was asleep.
They never touch the things I leave on the couch.
The ornaments placed beside the pillow had a familiar feel to them.
I'm so sleepy, but why is the moonlight so blinding?
I picked up the gauze from beside the pillow and covered my face with it.
I don't know how long I slept, but I felt an itch on the back of my hand.
I remembered my master saying that after the turmoil in the mortal realm, something extraordinary might happen in the immortal realm as well.
Could it be that the first unusual thing is that blood-sucking mosquitoes have arrived in the celestial realm?
I tried to get up, but I was too tired to wake up.
My hands are itchy, and there's a fragrant breeze from my gauze that makes my nose itch even more.
It must have been just before dawn when I remembered I needed to swat mosquitoes.
But when I looked at the back of my hand on the outside of the bed, there was no redness, swelling, or bite mark.
I vaguely put the back of my hand to my lips, and my nose caught a whiff of something.
smell!
Sleep pulled me back to a dreamless state of rest, and I could only mutter to myself, "Shameless Xie Jinhui, why did you lick me again?"
Then I thought: He's back, that's good.
Waaah, whew...
When I woke up in the morning, I found a circle of tiny bamboo shoots around my bed, which didn't like to come out during the day.
They said they came to protect me.
I asked them if there were mosquitoes in the mountain garden.
They shook their heads and said, "No, no, it's that powerful deity who put the hairpin on the mountain last night."
Oh, Xie Jinhui is here.
Huh? Xie Jinhui is here!
I suddenly became fully awake.
Listen to the little bamboo shoots adding their own comments.
“Yuanhe, that deity kept staring at you by your bedside. It scared me to death. I thought he was going to eat you.”
!!
"Yes, he ate it. I saw it. The deity lowered his head and ate Yuanhe's hand."
again! ! !
Another little bamboo shoot coughed a few times, looking quite sensible, and said, "That's not eating, that's kissing, it's kissing Yuan's hand."
I waved my gradually stiffening hand and commanded, "Alright, I understand."
"No, Yuanhe, you don't know, this god is definitely eyeing your immortal power. Otherwise, why would he be so close to you through the gauze covering your face?"
"I wanted to suck you in, but... but our bamboo shoots scared him away..."
When these little bamboo shoots said they scared away the terrifying god, they all trembled. I guess they were the first to run away.
I immediately came to a conclusion.
Xie Jinhui has really gone astray.
The next reaction...
I frantically searched under my pillow, but it didn't work. I had to learn quickly.
If you don't learn, you'll be useless.
You shameless Xie Jinhui.
*
In the days that followed, I diligently cultivated myself and summoned the flower spirits, bamboo spirits, and all sorts of spirits from the courtyard to guard my door every night.
Fairies are absolutely not to be invited; they are fully awakened and will only become the source of new gossip.
The advantage of being a "master" is that they may be somewhat clueless, but they are not truly proficient.
The lessons my master has been teaching me lately are different from before. His old man's prophecy is gradually coming true as time goes by.
As expected, various disturbances, large and small, began to occur in the lower realms, which were originally considered normal.
My master will show me what it means for evil winds to cause harm to crops.
What does it mean to have "golden spears and iron horses," to witness battles raging amidst the smoke of gunpowder, to die wrapped in horsehide, and to have blood splattered on the battlefield?
I saw molten lava erupting into the sky, flowing into a river of fire.
I also saw the riverbed dry up, and in just a few years, it turned into a vast expanse of water that submerged rooftops.
The sea roars, the earth trembles, and the thoughts of all beings can purify the waters of the mountains, but they can also add increasingly difficult illnesses to the five emotions and eight sufferings.
Some fields are filled with wailing cries, others are desolate and silent, some are white bones ground by yellow sand, others are blood and flesh filling the riverbanks...
So these are all called the diseases of sentient beings.
The Holy Emperor also suffered greatly from these endless illnesses.
In the celestial realm, more and more immortals are going down to the mortal world to provide medical assistance.
Searching for medicine for the Heavenly Emperor became a task that the immortals might have to undertake at any time.
The good news is that the mutual influence between the Heavenly Emperor and the mortal realm is gradually weakening.
Perhaps one day, the Heavenly Emperor will once again be free from illness and disaster.
They are now in the lower realms and no longer receive any additional protection.
Strangely enough, Xie Jinhui hasn't bothered me since that night when he "ambushed" me.
He went on a quest to collect folk art and paint portraits of beautiful women, but he had to stop after the Heavenly Emperor announced his illness again.
From that time onward, the immortals were caught in two kinds of distress.
One concern is about the Heavenly Emperor and the unclear situation.
Secondly, Xie Jinhui's sudden disappearance triggered a collective withdrawal reaction.
In short, those thirty-odd days in the celestial realm, and the hundreds of years in the mortal realm, were a period of unbearable hardship that made even the gods complain endlessly.
However, wish lanterns floated up again within the fourteen strings, and an immortal finally ascended to the Ascension Platform.
What is truly gratifying is that this immortal was able to directly obtain the position of a god-king because of the good deeds he made and the salvation of souls during his time in the mortal realm.
However, when I learned that such a person had appeared in the Immortal Realm, and wanted to sneak a peek, I was surprised.
I only just learned that this deity named Sheng had already requested to descend to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation.
He came and went in a hurry, leaving behind little information, but a fellow immortal from the Tianfeng Hall, which manages the immortal registers, revealed some details.
It is said that when this deity was in the human world, he was a Taoist priest who traveled all over the world, and his Taoist name was Ji Liao.
My first concern wasn't his deeds, all I asked was whether he was good-looking or not.
At that moment, the immortals who were listening to the news together all gave me a disapproving look.
"Yuan'e, what else do you want? In the entire Immortal Realm, there are only a handful of good-looking people, and none of them can compare to Lord Xie..."
Since Xie Jinhui wasn't as good-looking, my interest waned, so I settled for focusing on his achievements instead.
But I've already steered the conversation off-topic.
"Sheng Shenjun should be ranked as the second most handsome male god in the immortal realm. Now, Qingting can only be considered the third."
They were talking non-stop, and I finally managed to interject with a comment that received a response.
I asked, "Why does this Lord Sheng want to descend to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation?"
Those who knew the situation were busy dealing with me.
"The deity said he was going to find a copper coin."
*
The day I heard the news, I felt like a wretched rat.
Carrying a bag full of gossip about his senior sister, he rubbed his hands together and shook the Butterfly Dream Bell while hiding in the den of demons.
"Senior Sister? Xianbei'er? Are you there? Are you there? Is your tribulation within a tribulation related to Lord Sheng...?"
Hehe...heh.
No movement? Is Senbei not in the Butterfly Dream Bell?
I was a little disappointed. Didn't Master say that Xianbei'er would use the Butterfly Dream Bell to overcome her tribulation?
Perhaps it's not the right time for her to use it yet?
I was so engrossed in this that I didn't notice anything else. After touching Butterfly Dream Bell's hand, I touched the small silver mask.
I didn't notice it until it was on my left eye.
Then, I immediately summoned a small bronze mirror with a handle and changed the angle of the mirror.
"I look better wearing it!"
My greedy gaze led me to steal the silver earrings gleaming on the table.
Hesitatingly, I secretly wore the deity's belongings, which would damage my status as a goddess, but it has little to do with me, Yuan'e.
I even "borrowed" the magic pills I collected from selling paintings to play with, let alone these little pieces of jewelry.
Xie Jinhui, just consider it all as something external.
I'm hanging up, hehe.
The earrings made my face shine like starlight.
Puff puff puff puff...
Huh? Where did that sound of bubbles come from, and in such a continuous stream?
I focused my attention for a moment and pinpointed the source of the sound.
Is it that little pond in the Moxu Chenyuan that's displayed on the mountain bag shelf?
Puff puff puff puff, tick-tock!
Why has water started to grow in the pond?!
oops.
Oh no! There are two small hills inside that have barely grown any soil. I hope they don't get soaked and ruined.
I ran over as fast as I could, but my mind went even faster.
There must have been water for a while, right? The hillock does.
Grown from being soaked!
A devastating blow.
I reached out and scooped up the hill, and when I touched it, it wasn't even wet from being soaked in water.
Haha, it's all thanks to the good materials I used.
But what about the water in this pool?
How could my "demon's lair" be leaking? It never rains in the celestial realm.
The shimmering water on the pond quickly returned to calm, revealing a pavilion with a figure inside.
Just as I was about to recognize who it was, the image on the water suddenly zoomed in.
A face that looked like it deserved a beating appeared.
"Yuan'e, you're wearing my betrothal gifts, are you planning to marry me?"
"Get out of here, Xie Jinhui!"
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