Chapter 133 The Power of Heaven and Earth Enters Fengdu...
Qingyu stared at this utterly absurd and terrifying scene.
She asked the girl, "Is this really what you want?"
The little girl paused for a moment, then looked up. Green veins spread across her skin. Numbly, she said...
"Give me a hug, sister."
"Give me a hug, sister."
"You won't even hug me—"
With a "whoosh," the sword blade sliced through the air, and the unique aura of peach wood spread out in an instant. The little girl sighed, closed her eyes, and waited for everything to begin anew.
"Bang!"
"Splash..."
The woman was gone, the house was gone, only the large rice jar remained, broken.
The gray grains of rice exploded like fireworks in an instant, collapsing, cascading, and rolling, until another gust of wind swept in, and the green mud finally appeared, without sunlight, only itself.
The girl knelt on the moss, staring blankly at the dark ground and the shattered rice jar. In truth, there wasn't much rice inside; the moss just obscured it, making it impossible to see anything at all.
That year, my mother was pregnant with one child, carrying my third sister in her arms, carrying my second sister on her back, and holding my eldest sister's hand, all while bending over and busy cooking.
The woman hurriedly went to scoop up the rice, but accidentally stepped on a patch of moss. She ended up clutching her stomach and laughing heartily, ignoring her youngest sister who was still crying in a panic, and immediately grabbed her eldest and second eldest sisters, saying...
"Little girl, your little brother is coming! Quick, go call your father..."
"It's too late... You, go get the scissors. There's boiling water in the pot. Come on, help your mother."
"Little girl, hurry, little boy is here!"
Go! Ah! Go!
"You're all so useless! Get moving!"
"Ah! Ah!"
Amidst the bloody chaos, the father was fast asleep in the room, drunk, his acrid stench spreading with his snores. The mother sat on the moss, leaning against the rice jar, gritting her teeth as she cut meat. The little children were saving each other. The boiling water in the pot was bubbling and gurgling.
So much blood.
many.
Finally, a soft cry rang out. The woman blinked the sweat from her eyes and pushed everything aside to look at her newborn child.
She stared wide-eyed, convinced she must have misread it.
Blood seeped into the cracks of the moss, drop by drop. The child in her arms seemed smaller than a palm, eyes tightly closed, even breathing very weakly. Several small, thin girls stood by, crying in fear, not knowing what to do.
Finally, the woman looked up at the sky, smiled hopelessly, and gave her one last hug—
My child, don't blame your mother. In this world, it's the same whether you live or not. Don't open your eyes, go and be reincarnated.
...
Who exactly is the little devil who needs a hug?
Is it the woman, the eldest sister, the second sister, the third sister, the deceased youngest sister, or the blood-red moss neglected under the rice jar?
Qingyu stood there for the last time, looking at the girl. For the first time, she felt sad and helpless.
She possessed the power to move mountains and overturn seas, yet she could not even break the rice jar of a poor family.
There was no rice in the rice jar, only blood; beneath the rice jar was not moss, but a girl as muddy as mud.
In this situation, Qingyu thought and thought and thought.
Finally, she crouched down to look the girl in the eye.
What exactly do you want?
The girl gently raised her eyes, staring blankly at Qingyu, and repeated, "One hug, one, hug."
No, it's not.
Qingyu looked at her and slowly said, "Your eyes tell me that a hug is ridiculous."
"It can't save you, it can't save your sisters, it can't save your mother."
"You don't need to hug."
The girl looked at Qingyu as well, and for the first time, she smiled, a very soft smile. She asked, "Then, what do we need?"
In that kind of environment, in that kind of world, what could they do?
It seems that a charity hug, full of pity, can make them remember it for a lifetime, and then they open their eyes and continue into the dark tomorrow.
Who can tell them what they really need?
Who can give them that?
Do you know?
Qingyu was momentarily stunned. The young child's face was filled with confusion and helplessness, and her eyes were full of sadness and pain. It seemed that there were high mountains all around her, and she wanted to go out, but there was no way to go.
That wasn't resentment towards myself, but resentment towards all of them for what happened back then.
Suddenly Qingyu smiled. She looked at the girl and for a moment felt as if she were the one who had been enlightened.
"You already know, don't you?"
The girl looked at Qingyu, "What?"
Qingyu looked at her with utmost seriousness and said to her with absolute certainty,
"Be the first to awaken."
"Don't stay here, let's go, let's move forward."
"Don't doubt yourself, don't give in to them, and the sympathy you beg for will never save you."
"What you need is a sharp blade."
The girl looked at her, her eyes clear yet glistening with tears. She asked one last question.
How can I obtain that sharp blade?
Qingyu finally smiled softly. She looked at the moss on the dark ground, her words calm yet carrying a resolute strength.
"Whether it's moss or green mud, you've already begun to feel pain and resentment for yourself, for her, and for all of them."
"When you start thinking about all this, and even refuse to leave when it's time to die,"
"You are that sharp blade."
...
What kind of ghost fairy is she? She was just a poor girl who died on the moss a hundred years ago.
She didn't want to be reincarnated, but the ferryman didn't force her. He said, "You little mossy ghost, what do you want to do?"
She laughed, drifting and drifting through this endless world, when she overheard children laughing and saying that the ancient house in Qingzhou was filled with yin energy and haunted by ghosts and immortals.
Little Moss Ghost thought, "Humans worship human immortals, so ghosts should be able to worship ghost immortals, right?"
So she floated down, knelt, and prayed.
Ghostly Immortal, please grant my wish.
What is my wish? A compassionate hug, a helping hand, or a pair of hands that can pull her out of the darkness?
No one answered her; there was only endless silence and eeriness.
There was also a moment when she thought, "My wish is to be a man in my next life."
Yes, yes, be a man.
She wanted to leave this house, go to the land of reincarnation, and seek the identity of a man.
But in the end, she suddenly stopped. She was so close to getting to Fengdu.
But she still stopped.
The little moss ghost lowered its head in thought, pacing back and forth, scratching its head in frustration, clearly puzzled.
Was I wrong to be born a woman?
Did I do something wrong?
If there is a mistake, where is it?
Newborn baby girls, their eyes not even open yet, what could they possibly have done wrong?
I am also a daughter. I have never harmed anyone. I am obedient, hardworking, and kind.
Was I wrong?
She thought about it for a very long time—a year, two years, ten years—and finally she was absolutely certain.
It's not that she's wrong, it's that the world is wrong.
But must the world continue to go wrong like this forever?
How can things continue like this forever?
Moss Ghost didn't know; she was just confused. She only felt that reincarnating like this, one cycle after another, was actually the same.
She stopped leaving, she didn't want to leave anymore. She plopped down in the abandoned house, crossed her legs, and year after year, she kept thinking and waiting.
In truth, Moss Ghost was simply in too much pain and resentment. Even after becoming a ghost, she was unwilling to reincarnate so easily. She didn't know what she was doing; she just didn't want to leave.
She felt that being a daughter was not wrong, but being a daughter was too painful, too painful.
So she was bewildered, so she remained silent, so she lingered in the mortal world as a ghost.
...
Suddenly, a blinding white light flashed, and softly, the original ghostly voice returned.
"Sigh, let's go, let's go."
"I can't beat you guys, I'm leaving."
"Oh, where are you going again, Fengdu?"
"Um……"
Qingyu looked up and smiled at the vast emptiness. "What's wrong?"
The ghostly voice chuckled. In the darkness, she sat high up, idly watching this group of peculiar guests.
The words of the beautiful woman in the red dress were like an invincible sword, but she gave that sword to herself.
Awakening is a sharp blade, and then comes resistance.
The pretty lady in the white dress spoke words like the equal moonlight, both cold and warm.
—I will embrace you, but I will also embrace others, until one day you finally see through the futility of this embrace.
As for the rest, the young man with two knives was really annoying. He would chop anyone he saw, and he hacked up the whole courtyard. Naturally, the rice jar was also broken. But what he said at the end was quite interesting.
—You look like you're suffering, but I really can't help you, I'm sorry... I guess all I can do is hug you like this.
The scholar waving a fan was also quite interesting. He pretended to walk into the courtyard, then smiled and changed the entire illusion. It was no longer a bizarre farmhouse full of loopholes, but a real, happy, ordinary family.
—The world is full of suffering, and human relationships are cold, which leads to delusions. Only when one sees these delusions can one realize their delusion.
Oh, that sword immortal is even more interesting. He's very powerful; he saw through the illusion in an instant, and it seemed like he had seen such a scene before. After a moment's thought, he didn't enter the courtyard.
—I have seen countless versions of you, but I cannot enter them; even if I do, I cannot bring you out.
Only you, only yourself, can take her out of here.
...
"Sigh, I really have to go..."
"I'm a ghost immortal. I floated into Fengdu with ease. As for you..."
"If you want to get through here... use some spiritual power."
At the same moment, they heard each other's voices, "Okay."
The moss ghost chuckled softly, and the girl turned and left lightly, never looking back. At some point, she thought of this wicked human world, this world that had been wrong for thousands of years.
She thought that the world wasn't like this from the beginning, and it wouldn't stay this way forever.
So, if change is inevitable, why can't she be the one making the change?
One person's strength is meager, but what if we're just missing her?
She wanted to go among them.
In the next life,
She still wants to be a woman.
...
The ghostly immortals have departed, leaving this place empty. As the familiar voices of friends drift in, they silently rise, drawing their swords and wielding their blades, gently waving their ink-black fans. In a fleeting moment, their spirits soar high, and with their living bodies, they forcefully open the gates of hell—
A sudden clap of thunder arose from afar, and several streams of spiritual energy swirled and intertwined, seemingly shaking the heavens and earth. The spirit of the Xuanming Star finally extinguished the light of day at dawn, like the rise and fall of joys and sorrows, separation and reunion. A glance back reveals a startled moment, and it is a ripple in one's life.
In the realm between life and death, countless lonely souls dwell; on the banks of the Yellow Springs, the clear moon turns crimson.
Fengdu finally appears before the people, and the sound of the ferryman is soft.
If you don't come in, I will.
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Author's note: Ding ding ding, we have arrived in Qingzhou. Passengers who need to get off or transfer, please take note. Thank you for your support and cooperation. We wish you a safe journey.
The desolate underworld, a land of life and death.
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Next stop, final stop, Fengdu.
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