Chapter 216 This Stinky Baby's Connections Are So Strong, Even the King of Hell Protects Him
He could learn the contents of the Soul-Chasing Technique at a glance.
Unfortunately, he was just a mortal and had no spiritual power.
So they sent someone to find Tang Chen.
Tang Chen was clever. As soon as he saw the book on the Soul-Chasing Technique in his hands, and he vaguely guessed some clues from Fu Tu's room.
"So, the wisp of soul we've been searching for for three days was actually you?"
Xia Jingheng looked up and met her gaze. "I don't want to put Qingbao in a difficult position."
The little girl wanted to protect both of them, but she didn't know that from beginning to end, she was only protecting one person.
That was Fu Tu, the prodigy of the divination school.
"So you're willing to put your parents in a difficult position?" Tang Chen's brows furrowed with mixed emotions.
Qingbao had told her about everyone's situation here.
The little one treats everyone as a friend; otherwise, she wouldn't have revealed everyone's secrets to her.
But she has her own things to do, things she wants to go back and make up for, and she won't always be by their side.
"I am also a parent. If you were my child, I would definitely hope that you would be a little selfish and live your own life well."
Even though the person in front of her was none of her business, she couldn't help but offer some advice.
Because she had been a parent.
If it were her, she would rather die than let her child disappear.
Xia Jingheng fell silent.
Tang Chen said, "If you insist on doing this, Fu Tu's consciousness has been preserved and there is no immediate danger. Take this time to go back and spend some time with your parents, especially your grandmother who has been with you for over ten years."
The Empress Dowager later visited Xia Jingheng.
The loving look in her eyes touched Tang Chen's heart.
If Xia Jingheng were to suddenly disappear like this, the Empress Dowager would probably not live much longer.
Just then.
A guard came to report.
"Your Highness, the Empress Dowager has fallen ill and His Majesty requests your immediate return to the palace."
Xia Jingheng frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes. "I'll go back right now."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Tang Chen.
The communication between intelligent people needs no further explanation.
Tang Chen picked up the book on the art of soul-chasing and hid it on her person. She said to Xia Jingheng, "I will keep it a secret for you."
Xia Jingheng left the princess's residence and returned to the palace.
*
Tang Chen arrived at Si He's room.
The little one lay flat on the tatami mat with her eyes closed, the blanket covering her so that only her head was showing, and her thin little body looked pitiful.
"Don't worry, she's just overexerted herself and can't hold on much longer," Tang Chen said calmly.
She glanced at Qingbao lightly.
He thought to himself: You little brat, you've actually gotten yourself into this mess?
Si He's eyes reddened slightly. "Thank you, I know, but I just can't help wanting to stay by her side."
It's just a very ordinary sentence.
But it touched the softest corner of Tang Chen's heart.
She couldn't remember when it was, but her daughter had taken some medicine and fallen into a deep sleep. She was just as worried and stayed by her daughter's side all night long.
At that time, her daughter was only three years old, the same age as Qingbao.
The scene before her eyes seemed to show her herself a thousand years ago.
"What did you and Xia Jingheng do at Zhenguo Temple?" Tang Chen asked curiously.
Why is it that after Qingbao's trip to Zhenguo Temple, she's willing to go to any lengths to save Futu?
Did she know that Fu Tu's soul could not be brought back?
Si He paused in his movements.
"nothing."
Tang Chen frowned. "You're lying. Qingbao saw everything, that's why she fainted."
Si He's eyes reddened again.
"His Highness went to pay his respects to them."
"who?"
"The soldiers who died protecting him when Zhu Yi and Xuan Yue were chasing him, and the abbot."
Xia Jingheng was imprisoned in Zhenguo Temple for more than ten years. He did nothing wrong, yet he was burdened with the responsibility of hundreds of lives.
Over the past ten years, he and the Empress Dowager have personally made prayer flags for everyone.
Every year during the Qingming Festival, he would go to pay his respects to them.
Because he was in a wheelchair, he had someone put him on the ground.
The Crown Prince, a prince of noble birth.
But he knelt on the ground, kowtowing to one tombstone after another, for a whole day and night.
Si He witnessed all of this, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
The abbot passed away this year. Xia Jingheng and Si He offered incense to him and sculpted a golden statue for him.
But it's not Qingming Festival yet.
Si He asked in confusion, "Your Highness, why these past few days?"
These past few days, my senior brother has been in danger, and time is of the essence.
Everyone was on high alert, wary of a sudden attack from cultivators.
Xia Jingheng looked at her with his deep eyes, which seemed to hold countless secrets and abysses.
"Sihe, have you ever thought about why we are the ones facing Zhu Yixuan's tribulation?"
In fact, ever since Si He awakened the True Spirit of Fuling, Xia Jingheng's speculations about his own background have almost driven him mad.
From the moment he was born with an incomplete soul, crippled legs, and holding a fortune stick, he began a decades-long speculation and search for his origins.
Later, when he was being hunted down by cultivators, he was rescued by Si He, and Si He's true form suddenly appeared.
He only vaguely glimpsed a trace of the truth through the crack.
It turns out that the person facing the Heavenly Tribulation did not appear randomly, but was born from the karma created by Zhu Yixuan and Yue, and was the one who restrained them.
Si He was a spirit who was murdered by the Tianxian Sect, resulting in the deaths of her entire family and sect. In the end, she fell from a cultivator and became a vengeful ghost...
And what about him?
Was he also one of the people who suffered the most at the hands of Zhu Yixuan Yue in his past life?
He originally did not know:
Until he heard them say that Fu Tu's soul was incomplete.
Until he learned that Fu Tu had his legs cut off before he died.
until--
He couldn't see Fu Tu, yet he was born holding Fu Tu's birth chart.
Perhaps, he is the wisp of Fu Tu's soul.
"I hadn't thought about it." Si He hadn't fully awakened Fu Ling's memories yet, and there were some things she didn't remember completely.
Xia Jingheng didn't tell her the truth; he simply reached out his hand tentatively.
Holding her hand.
"It's alright, it's not important. Just stay with me today. Trust me, your senior brother will wake up."
His tone was firm.
It always made Si He feel inexplicably at ease.
Si He didn't break free. She squatted down, looked up at him, and covered his knees with a blanket.
When they were talking.
A small figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.
And so, we have today.
After Qingbao returned, she took the Book of Life and Death and the divine judge's pen and went straight to Futu's room.
"Didn't you say you had incomplete memories and asked me to find them for you, Fu Tu? You only thought you had incomplete memories, but you didn't expect that what caused all this was an incomplete soul."
Hearing this, Qingbao felt as if her heart was being pierced by needles, and even breathing hurt.
"I made this decision today to betray you, Fu Tu. I'm sorry, I can't get your memories back..."
"I am willing to defy the rules and give my all to save you, even if it means being devoured by the backlash, even if it means eternal damnation..."
Having said that, the little guy recklessly wrote Fu Tu's name on the Book of Life and Death.
In this way, he became a living being within the rules of heaven and earth.
However, Qingbao suffered a backlash for making this decision, and her divine status was almost shattered.
fine.
The King of Hell sensed it from below and desperately used his magic to keep her afloat.
Finally, the old King Yama was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and cursing:
"When others are on the verge of death, their ancestors pull out all the stops in the underworld to protect them. But you, you brat, have really strong connections. You've got the King of Hell protecting you!"
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