Chapter 110 This is a ghost (19) She touched the man...
Liu Binghai returned to Aza's house and had a lot of messy dreams for several nights.
Ghosts can also dream. When they close their eyes to rest, many scenes appear in their dreams.
She dreamed of Xiao Zhen's bloodshot eyes and a chattering mouth.
After the soul tree was separated, she became a truly cultivated spirit.
The tree roots were cut off, the Yuan Ling was forced out, and the half soul, half spirit, and half immortal was all in vain.
Xiao Zhen slept in the altar for several days, and only after seventy-one incense sticks were lit did he regain his spiritual energy.
She opened her eyes and saw the mage, the man who had delivered medicinal vinegar to Aza's house.
The master practices in the offering hall every day. The hall is surrounded by soul energy and spiritual energy. If it were not for Azha, they could have been compatriots practicing together at the same frequency.
She wasn't a ghost, a spirit, or a demon; she was a thousand-year-old tree spirit. In the primeval forest, she daily absorbed spiritual energy beyond the reach of ordinary people. If she hadn't been chopped off, she would have even been superior to this mage.
Now she could only sit here and look at him with a wry smile, and put it into her scented clothes.
Xiao Zhen looked at the wizard with disdain. If she was still "alive", truly alive, what was he to him?
I'm afraid he would be so respectful to her that he would dust himself off and walk around her.
She laughed contemptuously, lowered her head and stopped looking at him.
She was exhausted, having just regained some strength, and didn't want to fight. He still bound her, unable to move. While not too tight, the wrists were firmly fixed, preventing her from moving.
Now he is stronger than her, and she is so weak that she will break at the slightest touch.
She lowered her head, and only half of her beautiful face was visible.
The scent of fragrance drifted across her forehead, and as she smelled it, she became more clear-headed.
She sniffed.
Seeing that she had woken up, the wizard greeted her and said to her, "He was almost killed by you."
What? He's not dead yet?
Xiao Zhen raised his eyebrows reluctantly. If he had used a little more force, or if this nosy wizard had come a little later, he would have gone to see the King of Hell.
"Do you know what the consequences will be for you if he dies?"
What are the consequences? Xiao Zhen sneered again. It was just the destruction of one's soul, or falling into the legendary place of slow slicing. So what? She closed her eyes and deafened her ears. It would be the same wherever she went.
Xiao Zhen turned his head away, and his cold voice fell into the wall, "I don't care, as long as he dies."
These words fell into the ears of Azha, who was in the next room and was covered with a "Yuan Ling Wall" to protect his vitality and was still breathing weakly.
"You hate him so much, but it's just that he hurt you."
The mage lit the incense again and thought of a plan, "If I can help you re-enter your body and resume your cultivation, can you let him go?"
He had already thought of a good way to bring back her life that was cut off, but he didn't know whether she was willing.
Xiao Zhen looked up and glanced at him indifferently.
The mage said, "The spirit enters the life, the soul enters the body. I planted a tree in Yutang Mountain a few years ago. It is not very old. If you don't mind, you can enter its body and continue to practice. After a long time, the soul tree will leave."
Considering that she was already a thousand-year-old tree spirit, he added, "I know you've already lived for a thousand years. This tree won't affect your previous cultivation. It's just a temporary loan. You can leave it when you've cultivated for enough years. It can also ensure that you complete your merits. What do you think?"
The wizard thought this was a very good idea.
Xiao Zhen fluttered her eyelashes indifferently, thinking of her tree body that would never return.
But now, in order to become a real spirit, I have to borrow someone else's tree body, which makes me feel sad.
She was in a daze, silent and silent. The mage thought she was thinking, and said, "Thinking more about your own fate is far more satisfying than taking someone's life."
Xiao Zhen lowered his head and looked gloomy. After a while, as if he hadn't heard anything, he asked the mage, "He's not dead yet?"
"He can't die even after being tortured like this, he can't be a normal person."
Still want him dead...
"You didn't listen to what I just said. Continuing to practice is your destiny." The mage was about to mutter.
Xiao Zhen interrupted him, "It would be uncomfortable for him to linger like this. He might as well die."
The wizard stopped talking.
She lowered her head again. Such sad and angry thoughts would consume more of her energy. She rested her head for a while, and then raised her head again with an indifferent expression.
"You hate him so much." said the wizard.
Her thick hair hung in disarray, and sweat from weakness wet her eyes.
"Why do you hate him so much?" the wizard finally couldn't help asking.
"After several lifetimes, it's still like this..." Xiao Zhen said to himself.
Isn’t it a rumor in the martial arts world that a curse can be lifted after several lifetimes?
But it seems that this curse of hers cannot be broken.
"How many lifetimes?" The wizard was a little surprised.
Time was quiet for a long time.
The empty loneliness made the woman's eyes become empty. The sound of rain outside the hall was sometimes louder and sometimes softer. One by one, the raindrops fell to the ground, evoking the deepest thoughts of the tree and its roots.
Xiao Zhen looked at the courtyard outside the hall with cold eyes.
When she first met him, she was still the eldest daughter of a courtyard.
At that time, he was still a playboy.
Xiao Zhen gave a chuckle.
Thinking of him, thinking of him, she felt pity in her heart. It was impossible for her to have any tears, but at this moment, a transparent arc emerged from her eye sockets.
"It grows right next to me." Xiao Zhen lowered her voice, angrily speaking to the mage, "It grows right next to me, with lush branches and leaves, filling the forest with spiritual beauty."
"Who?" The mage's heart moved.
"My love." It was still her ruthless voice.
"We are reincarnated as lovers."
Xiao Zhen lowered his brows, thinking of those bitter years.
At that time, she was so young and he was so romantic. They agreed that in the next life they would be two trees, leaning on each other, never leaving each other, and no longer bound by worldly love. The trees would not move, and their hearts would not move.
What a wonderful appointment they had, the gods had heard their calls, he grew up beside her, they practiced together, he was more gifted than her, as long as they could become two real tree spirits and transform into human form, they could completely break free from the shackles of the human world, love each other forever, and be together forever.
But he was chopped off.
Thinking of that scene, Xiao Zhen's body suddenly shuddered, and a look of hard hatred flashed in his eyes.
She bit her lips and excitedly shook the chains that bound her. The chains clanged, and her heart clanged along with them.
The wizard was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand a little, "Your lover was also chopped down by him?"
Xiao Zhen came back to his senses, looked at the place, and gave a wry smile.
What she could see when she looked up was the roof of the hall, but what she could see through the roof was the dark and blue sky.
"That year, I was only 16 years old."
That was that year.
She had to think back to that year.
She was only 16, but she fell in love with the dashing 18-year-old.
He is the son of a wealthy noble family, but she is not bad either. Although she is not from a famous family, she is also a lady from a noble family. She fell in love with him at first sight, but he always avoids her.
She took great pains to persuade her father to find a prestigious minister in the court to go to his family and propose marriage.
However, he had already been chosen by a prince to be his son-in-law.
But she still likes her.
She didn't care about her reputation, she just wanted to be with her secretly, and it didn't matter if she was her concubine or his lover. He promised that if there was an afterlife, he would marry her and let her be by his side with dignity.
But his wife was so unreasonable and made things difficult for her many times and prevented them from meeting.
He built a small courtyard for her far away from home, where she could live out the rest of her life.
He visited her occasionally and enjoyed sex with her, but he did not ask her to have children. He said he was afraid his wife could not tolerate the child.
She was a little bit convinced, but also a little bit unconvinced. She asked him if he was sincere to her. Every time, he would swear to her with tears in his eyes that if there was an afterlife, he would be her monogamous husband and wife and live together until old age.
He and she made a vow under the moon, and she only hoped that they could enter the next life soon.
It would be fine in the next life. She has already prayed to the Buddha, asking that she can be with him day and night in her next life.
Although she eventually died at the hands of his legal wife, she had no regrets.
In the cycle of reincarnation, she waited for him for many years.
Finally, a new life has arrived.
She became a tree.
When she opened her eyes and found herself as a tree, her heart was pounding.
She really became a tree. She looked back excitedly and found that he was growing beside her.
She knew him, she could recognize him, he was still as tall and handsome as ever.
But this time, he would never leave her again.
They finally realized their wish and could have one good person for the rest of their lives.
She listened to his breathing and it felt so warm.
She and he agreed that she would practice hard in this life and become a tree spirit. After a thousand years, when the soul tree was separated, she could truly be with him.
Nothing can hold them back anymore.
Watching him swaying in the wind every day and listening to the insects singing, she was extremely happy.
Even the pores are opened to the sound of happiness.
He and she practiced every day and stared at each other. She even felt that even if they could not live together forever, as long as they could protect each other like this every day, it would be eternity.
Gradually, they cultivated for five hundred years.
After five hundred years, she had developed basic spirituality.
They can have conversations, they can embrace each other lovingly with the tree trunk.
She grew up happily, even worried that he would become sentimental and fall in love with someone else in the future, and what would happen if he no longer wanted her. She slowed down her cultivation, thinking that being with him forever until death was also a good choice.
She tells him I love you every day.
She asked him, "Do you love me?" and he said, "I love you too."
She was surrounded by happiness.
However, she found that his practice was not as diligent as hers, so she encouraged him every day with their great love vows.
Until one day in the 500th year.
He was chopped off.
Having said this, Xiao Zhen stopped, his face ashen.
The mage paused subconsciously and said, "Was he chopped by Aza?"
After thinking about it, it doesn’t make sense. The years are wrong. You are already a thousand-year-old tree, but he was cut down five hundred years ago.
"By, by whom?"
Xiao Zhen paused and snorted, "I don't know, maybe he's a woodworker like him."
Oh... the mage breathed a sigh of relief. It would be bad to blame everyone in the house for the crime.
The mage wanted to persuade her a few more times.
But what was revealed in Xiao Zhen's eyes was a fear that she had never seen before.
What a difficult five hundred years those were.
She thought back.
That day, the lumberjacks went into the mountains. He had lush branches and leaves, and was growing vigorously, waving his arms.
He was discovered by them, and they surrounded him like wolves seeing a sheep, but he didn't know what was going on, and he was like an innocent lamb, ignorantly welcoming the workers who were about to cut him down.
"No, no," she yelled at him.
Stop shaking your branches!
But he couldn't hear anything and continued to shake the branches vigorously.
Shake hard and vigorously.
It collapsed, her love collapsed in front of her.
She looked at the dead tree lying in front of her, feeling disheartened.
From the day he was chopped off, she had been heartbroken and lived like a walking corpse.
Without her by her side, her expectations and dreams were cut off, and she didn't know what the meaning of her life was from then on.
Is it just to be a tree?
She thought about it for a long time.
Thinking about it made my head split, so I decided to continue practicing.
She wants to be a real tree spirit.
Become a tree spirit that is thousands of years old and has high cultivation and profound skills.
She wants to avenge him.
When she succeeds in her cultivation and her soul is freed from the tree, she will go find him again.
No matter where he is, no matter who he is, just find him and take a look at him.
If he was alone, she would spend her days and nights with him until they were old. If not, she would be the flower or the thing beside him, his confidant, his brother, his protector, his...
Or, just find him, take a look at him, and then fly away to become a true spirit in the world.
This belief is powerful.
She continued to practice with her love in this lonely mountain.
As her cultivation deepened, those romantic feelings gradually faded away. She endured hundreds of years of pain and loneliness alone, with only flowers, birds, fish, insects and past memories to accompany her and lick her wounds.
Every day a bird that was also practicing would land on the branch and tell her its thoughts.
The bird didn't understand why the mushroom always ignored it, causing it to be distracted during its practice these days.
It turns out that even mushrooms and birds cannot escape the entanglements of human emotions and desires. So, her hard work alone for hundreds of years can really be a great encouragement and reward to herself.
She was still holding on, and only when she thought of him could she feel a moment of joy.
Every day, she feels herself changing and growing.
Finally, the thousand years have arrived.
She thought that after a while, she would be able to leave the soul tree and go find him.
He was chopped off, and he will be reincarnated.
If he was reincarnated, who would it be?
Who will it be?
Can she find him?
It seemed difficult, but she was willing to try. Thinking that she would be able to find him soon, she was finally excited. Her heart was pounding, and the branches swayed more brightly and freely.
Every day she wondered who he could be.
Who will it become?
Will you recognize her?
This problem kept her awake at night.
Finally one day, in the woods, she saw a man slowly approaching her.
The man was wearing a sun-protective bowler hat and had a dark red face. He walked towards her step by step.
He looked at her with bright and determined eyes, as if he had recognized her and discovered her.
He came closer step by step, and her heart beat faster and faster.
It's him.
It was him...
It's her him.
She recognized him, and she thought he recognized her too.
He came to find her, and he was the first to find her.
She waved the huge branch at him, she called his name, and she smelled the familiar scent on him that had been locked in her memory.
He came closer, really coming for her, and she was so excited that she wanted to cry.
She waved at him and wanted to hug him.
After a thousand years of practice, her roots became thick and her brown-green skin became beautiful and touching. She wanted to ask him if she was powerful and if she was particularly powerful.
He stroked his palms against her skin and looked at her with admiration.
He said, “What a wonderful tree.”
She nodded desperately.
In order to wait for this moment, she has been waiting for five hundred years, but, but, now she can't break away from the tree trunk, but soon, soon she can.
But he is a mortal, can he wait until she gets out of the tree trunk?
She couldn't help feeling sad, and desperately tried to wrap branches around him and kiss him.
Please, wait for me, wait for me a little longer, okay?
He looked at her with satisfaction, patted her body again, and whispered, "After searching for so long, we finally found a tree like this. It's not easy."
At that moment, the mountain wind was about to blow, and her shaking branches stopped.
His sweat slowly dripped down, he looked at her with satisfaction, and said to the people behind him, "That's it, let's do it."
Then, the people behind him rushed forward, and his face slowly became blurred in front of her tree trunk.
He wanted to chop her to death.
It turned out that he came to chop her.
Not looking for her.
She heard the sound of her body being chopped off bit by bit.
She looked at him in surprise.
She didn't understand. Could it be that he no longer remembered anything, and didn't even remember that he had been chopped off like this before?
She screamed his name.
He can't hear.
Yes, he can't hear.
His dark face was covered in sweat from the summer heat, and his dark skin was exactly the same as that of the person he had secretly met a thousand years ago and promised to be with him forever in the afterlife.
She used up all her strength to break free from the tree and became a spirit that had not completed its cultivation but had forcibly separated from the tree.
She was pretty, beautiful and elegant. She thought she would be in pain, but all she had was confusion.
The confusion of not knowing where to go.
It seems that hatred is eternal.
She recalled the gossip that people had spread in her first life, saying that he didn't really love her that much.
She remembered that day 500 years ago when he had waved his arms desperately at the lumberjacks.
Her heart was shaken.
It seemed that, perhaps, he was unwilling to stay with her...
Yes, she was always the one who pestered him, and she was always the one who tried desperately to keep him. He had never been so willing to stay with her.
She thought of all the things she had strived to pursue in her lifetime.
In the end, this tree, which had been practicing for thousands of years and was about to break free, also died in his hands.
He is her love after all.
It's still her debt.
The sound of rain outside the hall became quieter, but Xiao Zhen still maintained his indifferent expression.
She is affectionate, but also ruthless.
She broke free from the tree and decided to find Aza and stay with him.
He wanted to see what this man was doing.
Why did you harm her, why did you kill her, why did you let her down for the rest of your life.
She wanted to ask him if he had already found someone he loved, and that was why he was so anxious to kill the lover who had been pestering him.
Is it because he wanted to get rid of her completely that he tried his best to become a lumber merchant?
She wanted an answer.
After she left the tree, she followed him.
She was angry at the fact that everything had come to nothing. She hated that he was a timber merchant. She let his timber flood in the rain, but after all, he was just an ordinary businessman.
"He's just a businessman." Xiao Zhen said lightly.
Moreover, he is a businessman with no evil deeds.
He said he never hurt any living being, but wasn't she a living being?
She had to punish him.
She had already made up her mind that if he was willing to admit his mistakes and repent, she would let him go.
Otherwise, he would have to pay back everything he owed her.
Even though she had loved him so much before, a thousand years later, even though she still had feelings for him and wanted to continue looking for him, she had already become a tree spirit that had grown for a thousand years, practiced hard for a thousand years, and had become one with the world and the wilderness.
He cut off her roots and her life.
It severed her lifelong bond with him.
She hates him.
I hate him for betraying me in every life.
Hate that he can't reconcile with his own morality.
She is a tree, she has become a spirit, and she also has her own morality.
As a spirit, perhaps morality is more important than friendship.
What's more, the friendship has been severed, but the moral principles are profound.
He should die in her hands to be relieved.
Xiao Zhen sat on the ground, looking at everything in front of him coldly.
"Everyone tells me to find a good home. He said so before, and you say so now." She looked at him numbly, "But I used to have a home. Now, where can I find my home?"
…
"Untie me, it hurts," she said.
She used to have vines growing all over her.
Some vines will wrap around old trees and make their home, growing with the power of the trees.
She also had one on her body.
After she "died", the vines followed her.
Crisp and green, beautiful and simple.
Teng is very obedient and will do things for her. He is her companion everywhere, so she is not alone in this city.
But why is she a tree...
Thinking of this, she felt lonely again.
She turned into a tree because she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, but he no longer recognized her.
And he betrayed her many times.
Her wrists were released, and she got up from the ground and gathered around a fire to warm herself.
In the weather of July and August, she was freezing cold.
She warmed her slender, cold fingers on the hearth and asked the mage in a cold voice, "Tell me, why do people live in this life after life?"
It was so cold, she thought, maybe she was dead.
Really dead.
She touched the wall that separated her from the man, as if she could still hear the man's heartbeat next door.
Her voice changed from hatred to despair.
"You can consider my suggestion." The wizard said again.
Still the same suggestion.
Xiao Zhen came back to his senses.
Any suggestions for cultivating through trees?
Oh, if she wanted to do that, she would have done it long ago.
Now, what is the point of her practicing?
She touched the cold wall again and her body slowly went limp.
"Everyone tells me to find a good home. He said so before, and you say so now. But I used to have a home. Now, where can I find my home?"
Her body slowly went limp.
"Come to my place." A faint voice came from next door.
The wizard frowned and stood up.
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