Chapter 68 Do you want to know the entrance to the abyss?
Even as dusk approaches, the valley is still brightly lit.
A vermilion carpet had already been laid outside the Mahabodhiraja Hall, and lanterns were hung high all the way from the mountain gate. Disciples were busy shuttling back and forth. No one understood this sudden arrangement, and it was even more difficult for them to offer blessings. At this moment, they were just obeying orders in a panic.
Kongming sat alone in the side hall, staring at the marriage certificate in his hand that he had read over and over again.
He had coughed several times, his throat full of the smell of blood, but he still found it difficult to put down the red paper.
They have already fallen into Nightmare Queen's trap and are now in a difficult situation with no room for maneuver.
Nightmare Princess will definitely come tonight...
What will it bring, and to what extent will it absorb the snake demon's resentment?
There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside. Kongming was startled. A heavy premonition made him quickly grasp the Zen stick at his side.
But due to his injuries, he didn't have time to make a move. The door was pushed open, the candlelight flickered, and a figure appeared inside his door.
Kongming's pupils shrank slightly. The person who walked in was not the Nightmare Girl who he had guessed was disguised as his senior brother, but a short man.
The man was wearing a gray robe with the hood pulled down very low, almost covering his entire face.
"...Who?" Kong Ming stood up with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.
The man took off his hood and gave him a disciple's salute, curling his lips and speaking respectfully, "Master, how are you?"
Kong Ming stared at the man in front of him and opened his mouth to call his disciple in, but he felt his throat tighten. A dense mass of black insects crawled out of his collar, burrowed into his flesh, and instantly blocked his voice.
Yu Huanye sighed, bowed, and said, "I admire you very much, Master. You care about the world and the people. You are a true hero in the world of cultivation..."
He took a few steps closer, his voice gentle, yet chilling. "A hundred years ago, you conspired with Yingyue Palace's Chu Chen, Wanjian Mountain's Li Ruohui, and Tianque Palace's Yu Changxiao to defect to Jiyuan and coexist with them. It was nothing more than a desperate ploy to achieve peace in the secular world..."
As Kong Ming listened to him mention those names one by one, his face turned increasingly pale and he froze without moving.
"What a pity! If Jing Huai hadn't intervened, the situation would have been completely different by now." Yu Huanye shook his head and continued, "He used the pretext of sealing the Abyss and the lie of martyrdom to earn the reputation of a saint, but he never truly closed the entrance to the Abyss. Now, the common people still have to endure the resurgence of disaster... Master, have you ever considered that if you had followed that strategy back then and coexisted with the Abyss, perhaps all living beings would have been freed from suffering by now?"
“…”
Kong Ming opened his eyes wide, clenched his skinny hands into fists, and glared at Yu Huanye fiercely, gasping for breath in his throat but unable to speak.
"Master, you're probably wondering who I am and why I know all this?" Yu Huanye smiled, but it was a hypocritical, superficial smile. "My identity isn't important. What's important is that you made the wrong choice back then. Therefore, you must die today, just like those three..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chill rose up, and murderous intent gathered. Yu Huanye's body shook, and dozens of insect-like shadows shot out from his fingertips, like snakes and vines, and rushed straight to Kong Ming's chest.
Kongming formed a seal with his backhand and swung his Zen staff across the air, but the Buddha's light was extremely weak and he had no strength to resist at all!
He didn't die at the hands of Nightmare Lady, but was killed by an unknown person who appeared out of nowhere?!
He couldn't dodge, but Yu Huanye's hand seemed to be crooked, and he was distracted, and actually turned around and looked outside the door at this critical moment.
Just as he turned his head, the fierce aura was approaching from outside the hall - a third person had arrived.
The window was suddenly broken open, the candle flame flickered violently, and the wind outside the window blew red flowers into the hall.
The man's eyes were covered with a snow-white silk ribbon, which made his whole body look as cold as ice.
Before he could even see the figure clearly, Kongming had been blocked by the man behind him. He held the sword in one hand and stood in front of Yu Huanye. Without saying a word, the sword in his hand flashed and broke the remaining restrictions in the hall as neatly as cutting paper.
Yu Huanye was stunned for a moment, and the spiritual power in his hands scattered.
He stared at the blindfolded man, his chest gradually tightening and he almost couldn't breathe.
"Saint?" After a moment of surprise, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is definitely not a stone statue made of the abyssal mud, nor is it the defective product that was supposed to be prepared for marriage!
...Is that Ah Huai, who destroyed his last flesh and blood to compensate for his skin in the Ruihuan Valley?
But it’s clearly not right!
That familiar aura, that almost identical sword moves, Ah Huai can indeed do all of this, but not as "Ah Huai", but, but...!
He was a little afraid to call out that name. Even though he knew everything from the beginning, he didn't know that this day would come at this time, and so suddenly!
That person is back...
Jing Huai is back!
Yu Huanye couldn't tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh. His expression must have been extremely distorted, and the moment he heard Jing Huai's words, he completely froze -
"Yu Huanye, who are you working for?"
His voice was still as cold as ever, without any strong emotion, no inquiry or accusation could be heard in it, but Yu Huanye felt a buzzing in his head, as if a dam had collapsed in an instant.
The name that no longer belonged to him was called out, as if releasing all his sealed memories.
He threw all the orders from the Pavilion Master behind his head, and his only instinct was to escape.
Yu Huanye flipped his palm, spiritual power gathered at his fingertips, and he wanted to rush towards the palace door, but Jing Huai's hand was faster than him. He didn't even have time to struggle before the long sword nailed to his shoulder knocked him back into the palace.
"Well……"
His expression was distorted by pain, his chest heaving violently, but he just bit his lips, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Why don't you say it?" Jing Huai asked.
In contrast to his calm words, his attacks were ruthless.
The sword flashed again, and Yu Huanye's defense was broken in an instant. His clothes were lifted up by the air wave, and blood oozed from his chest.
He collapsed powerlessly beside the temple pillar, his heart pounding wildly. He could only force himself to say, "It's no use trying to kill me. It's better to go out and watch the ceremony... The auspicious time has arrived, the wedding banquet is about to begin..."
Jing Huai's hand seemed to pause for a moment, but it was only a quick moment. Yu Huanye wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was intercepted again. This time the long sword hit his right chest, and he couldn't help feeling despair!
If you face Jing Huai who leaves no room for maneuver, there is no possibility of struggling.
Unless the leader of Feiyuan Pavilion is willing to help him.
But...how is that possible?
He was just a chess piece in that person's hands! If he was not useful, he would be discarded.
That man frightened him more than Jing Huai. From beginning to end, he never really saw what he wanted to do or what he was going to do.
That person has a thousand identities. He plays with the world, acting like a spectator, yet he always intervenes, as if he wants to manipulate everyone in his hands...
"...Qinghai Tower." He murmured.
This name made Jing Huai startled, and Kong Ming, who had been standing silently for a long time, was also shocked.
Seeing this reaction, Yu Huanye couldn't help but laugh, and all the worries and fears in his heart were cleared away as the name came out.
There was a fierce look in his eyes, but tears were clearly flashing in his eyes. He looked up at Jing Huai's face.
"Jing Huai, we haven't seen each other for a hundred, a hundred years. Can you be so cruel to your fellow disciples and brothers? Oh, I forgot. The Tianque Sect treated you poorly! But when have they ever treated me well?!"
In stark contrast to his excitement, Jing Huai seemed to remain indifferent no matter what earth-shattering words he heard, and continued in a calm tone: "You have attracted Ji Yuan."
"...So what!" The resentment that filled Yu Huanye's chest had gradually turned into despair. He was also somewhat bored and had lost the strength to vent. Only his eyes were still fixed on Jing Huai. As he spoke, the blood from his lips flowed halfway down his body. "Qinghailou will not give up. A hundred years ago, you sacrificed your life to save the world. I respect your righteousness. But your death did not bring an end to everything. Are you willing to give up everything a second time?"
The oil lamp was knocked to the ground, and Kongming fell to the ground in panic.
However, neither of the two people facing each other paid any attention.
"Do you want to know the entrance to the Abyss? This time, it's not in the ancient battlefield of Soul Ruins." Yu Huanye wiped the blood from his face and smiled again. His eyes gradually became clearer. He was panting, his voice like a broken string, but he still managed to maintain a hint of playful composure. "I am already a dying man, and I will tell you this... It's on the groom's body."
Jing Huai's sword-holding hand seemed to curl up for a second, but Yu Huanye moved first.
He suddenly raised his head and leaned forward, as if actively facing the sharp blade. In a flash of inspiration, his whole body rubbed directly against the tip of the sword.
A cold light passed through his body and his voice was muffled.
Blood flowers bloomed in the air for a moment, and the corners of his lips still maintained that mocking arc, but his vitality was quickly dissipating.
"I don't believe you'll be a hero again..."
The voice broke.
He fell straight down, and the blood splattered on the ground, but it did not turn into shriveled human skin like before.
The corpse is warm and heavy, with real weight, representing real death.
The air in the hall suddenly became stagnant, and suddenly there was a noise outside the hall.
"The abbot hasn't left the room yet. He must be unwell. In my opinion, there's no need to invite him..."
"This marriage is so sudden and bizarre. The abbot must have some considerations. How could he make the decision on his own?"
"But the time has come...why not ask Senior Brother Chifang for a decision?"
The sounds of footsteps and voices came one after another through the palace door, noisy and urgent, which was incompatible with the dead silence in the palace.
Jing Huai turned around and saw Kong Ming still slumped beside the lampstand. The flickering candlelight made his dry face appear bright and dark.
His eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was staring at Yu Huanye's body, but also as if he was looking at somewhere farther away.
The effect of the insect had disappeared, and he could finally utter syllables from his hoarse throat.
"So, that's how it is..."
The voice was so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, but it carried a slight tremor of relief.
He raised his head with difficulty, and Jing Huai's appearance was reflected in his turbid eyes. The light and shadow in his eyes brightened for a moment, and then dimmed little by little.
"The karma of reincarnation cannot escape cause and effect after all..." Kong Ming said with difficulty, with a hint of smile on the corner of his lips.
His fingers curled slightly, as if he wanted to put his hands together, but he had lost all strength. He could only close his eyes, his tone becoming increasingly calm, "The abyss has not yet been extinguished, the cause and effect are not yet resolved... I hope there is someone in this world who can bear the consequences..."
The old monk's hands slowly dropped, his body stopped moving, and his gray sleeves fluttered in the wind.
He knew that the true savior had returned, and this languishing heart, swaying in the wind, could finally be freed from regret, fear, and sorrow...
The sounds of drums and suona outside the hall rang out at the same time, and the red flags fluttered in the wind.
When a person's Dharma body dissipates, the noise of the world also surges in.
Jing Huai stood silently in the blood-stained ground, without looking back, he turned around and walked out of the palace.
The night wind blew up the red flags, and the crimson colors danced wildly, and joy once again overwhelmed the bells.
The wedding is finally about to begin.
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