Chapter 233 Jinjiang (1)
When Ye Li's arms reached over, Yan Shixun immediately noticed his movements, and his slender body stiffened instantly.
But soon, almost without anyone noticing, Yan Shixun quickly relaxed his tense muscles and did not allow himself to react too much to Ye Li's approach.
A strong rejection looks more suspicious than an open acceptance.
Although Yan Shixun gradually began to trust Ye Li, after all, he had become accustomed to being alone for so many years, and for a moment he was not used to letting others see through all his emotions.
Therefore, he still subconsciously concealed his true emotions in front of Ye Li.
Ye Li keenly noticed that Yan Shixun pursed his lips, and even the look he gave the sisters showed a hint of discomfort.
He smiled knowingly, almost guessing what Yan Shixun was thinking, but said nothing.
Instead, he took a step towards Yan Shixun without making any expression and got closer to him.
Even Ye Li's arms around Yan Shixun's waist tightened silently.
Yan Shixun didn't say anything, but at this extremely close distance, Ye Li could clearly see the red tips of Yan Shixun's ears faintly visible under his hair.
Such a contrast made Ye Li laugh softly, and suddenly he felt his heart skip a beat. Even his gaze towards Yan Shixun became softer, as if nectar was washed down by spring water.
When Yan Shixun heard the laughter, he subconsciously became serious, and even his already straight back became even straighter.
But it makes it feel more obvious.
Jing Xiaobao, who was thrown aside by Ye Li, opened his eyes wide and stared at Ye Li without blinking, trying to intimidate Ye Li.
However, until Jing Xiaobao's eyes were dry from staring, Ye Li did not even look at him again.
It was not until Yan Shixun pushed Ye Li's arm away and walked towards the small wooden building that Ye Li finally seemed to have some time. He took the time to raise his eyelashes and glance back at Jing Xiaobao with a smile.
It was like showing off, just like Jing Xiaobao had done before.
Jing Xiaobao was so angry that his cheeks puffed up, and his little hands were clenched tightly, making a slight grinding sound.
But Jing Xiaobao was well aware of the gap between himself and Ye Li.
Before this, although he was feared by all evil spirits and no exorcist except Yan Shixun could do anything to him, he was still within the range of evil spirits after all.
One step away from ghosts and gods, that one step is the distance between heaven and earth.
It was not until Yan Shixun borrowed his name and power from the King of Hell in hell and threw Jing Xiaobao into hell, leaving him to fight with countless evil spirits in hell, that he really had the opportunity to complete the last step and become a ghost.
Jing Xiaobao has no interest in becoming the King of Hell.
——If Ye Li’s cooking wasn’t so bad and she always forced him to try it, he would never have left Yan Shixun’s courtyard.
But, just like all children sent to kindergarten.
Jing Xiaobao left the yard crying, but after he had a round of fun in hell, he was so happy that he couldn't stop.
Yan Shixun kept a strict eye on Jing Xiaobao. Considering what Jing Xiaobao had done in the concession, he was not at all reassured about letting Jing Xiaobao go out on his own. He was also worried that Jing Xiaobao could not get rid of his evil nature and would have no kindness towards strangers.
Therefore, although Jing Xiaobao likes to stick with Yan Shixun, he is really bored and scared by a life without "fun".
When he arrived in hell, he happily discovered that this was not hell at all, it was clearly an amusement park!
Although countless evil spirits in the Eighteen Levels of Hell suffered, Yan Shixun and Jing Xiaobao were both very satisfied with the result.
One is because he found a suitable successor to the King of Hell, and the other is because he found a "playmate".
Yan Shixun was very good at judging people. If it were the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple or people from other sects, they would definitely not feel comfortable letting such a fierce ghost out, and might even hand over the position of the King of Hell to a fierce ghost who once hated living people.
But Yan Shixun knew very well that if people were not fierce, they would not be able to scare away evil spirits.
Especially a position like the King of Hell.
Today, the power of the Great Dao is on the verge of collapse, and the power of the underworld is weak. It can no longer support itself by relying solely on the power left by the former King of Hell.
And those evil ghosts imprisoned in hell will become wild after their escape experience. They will no longer stay in hell obediently and will find ways to escape again.
The underworld seemed to be experiencing a great chaos.
In troubled times, only strong force can deter bandits, and all the great principles are empty.
In this case, the moody Jing Xiaobao is the best candidate for the King of Hell.
——Neither side is easy to appease, so why not just fight each other, and one side will always overwhelm the other.
However, Yan Shixun had no doubt about the power of the evil ghost entering his bones.
He had known long ago that Jing Xiaobao would become the new King of Hell.
This is indeed the case.
In a short period of time, the originally turbulent hell had calmed down.
Those evil ghosts that once caused countless headaches for ghost exorcists when they escaped or were not suppressed in hell, are as obedient as rabbits in front of Jing Xiaobao.
They were afraid that this new King of Hell, who did not play by the rules, would come up with some new ideas for fun when he was unhappy, and then the evil spirits would be the ones who would be tortured.
——Jing Xiaobao is already tired of picking off the head and playing with it as a ball, or taking out the intestines and making a rope.
He is now keen on watching the evil ghosts eating themselves, like an endless Moss Umbi ring, which always makes him giggle and wave his hands.
The evil ghost touched his head in his stomach and tried hard to look happy.
The heart is full of vicissitudes.
Yan Shixun's plan was very successful.
After Jing Xiaobao ascended the throne as the King of Hell and became a ghost god recognized by heaven and earth, he truly realized the huge gap between him and Ye Li.
There are also differences between gods.
When the Great Dao is in decline, how could the only ghost or god who can contend with the Great Dao and survive unharmed be an ordinary god?
But that is the ghost and god that the Great Dao relies on most in its search for ways to save itself. They even wanted Ye Li to support the Great Dao many times, but were all rejected coldly by Ye Li.
If it wasn't for the purpose of suppressing Jing Xiaobao and preventing Yan Shixun, who was still seriously injured at the time, from getting injured again, Ye Li would not have agreed to support the avenue.
This is also one of the reasons why Ye Li still dislikes Jing Xiaobao.
In addition to distracting Yan Shixun, it was also because Jing Xiaobao almost seriously injured Yan Shixun.
The ghosts and gods are extremely protective of their beloved exorcist and do not want their treasure to be damaged in the slightest, but they are always forced to give in because of Yan Shixun's persistence and belief.
Under such circumstances, how could Ye Li have a good impression of Jing Xiaobao?
After becoming a ghost, Jing Xiaobao could feel more clearly the weight of Ye Li's pressure, which was far beyond his ability.
Therefore, Jing Xiaobao would sometimes feel guilty and scared after secretly cursing Ye Li angrily.
If it weren't for Yanyan, he would have really been reduced to ashes at the hands of Ye Li, let alone the King of Hell and ghosts.
Therefore, although Jing Xiaobao wanted to pounce on Ye Li again to snatch Yan Shixun, he was a little frightened by the glance. He could only stare at Ye Li with his big watery eyes, gnashing his teeth and muttering curses.
"Fengdu big bad guy, bah!"
Ye Li was originally wondering what Jing Xiaobao was saying, but after listening carefully, he heard only a few repetitive curses that had no harmful effect.
He laughed and shook his head slightly, but did not even look at Jing Xiaobao behind him. Instead, he stretched out his long legs and chased after Yan Shixun.
——Who wants to waste time with Jing Xiaobao? Shi Xun is the most important.
When everyone saw Yan Shixun coming back, they all subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. The worry that had been hanging in their hearts, even after the crisis was resolved and they saw the Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple, that something might happen again, finally disappeared without a trace after seeing Yan Shixun.
"Brother Yan, wow!"
Zhang Wubing's tears immediately flowed. He stretched out his arms and trotted towards Yan Shixun crying, wanting to hug Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun looked at the snot and tears on Zhang Wubing's face, and immediately stretched out his hand in disgust, made a "stop" gesture, and stopped Zhang Wubing where he was.
"Don't come over here, it's so dirty."
Yan Shixun said disdainfully: "Haven't you graduated from kindergarten yet? You don't even know how to wipe your face? Do I need to prepare a bib for you, Zhang Dabing?"
Zhang Wubing cried so pitifully: "Brother Yan, you don't know, I really thought I was going to die here, wuwuwu, how could such a terrible thing happen, there was actually someone hiding under my bed, and I didn't even notice. I think I won't dare to sleep in my bed when I go back wuwuwu."
The rescue team leader also came over. Although there was still some worry on his face, he was generally relieved.
He nodded to Yan Shixun and thanked him gratefully: "Mr. Yan, thank you and your assistant for rescuing the person in charge. Otherwise, I really don't know where to find him."
Yan Shixun was not interested in the rescue captain's gratitude. He just waved his hand to stop him from continuing, then frowned and asked, "What happened to the person in charge? He should have been in Changshou Village, but when I found him, he was in a coffin and was almost taken as a sacrifice."
When the rescue team leader heard Yan Shixun's concise description of the terrible situation the person in charge had just encountered on Nanming Mountain, he also felt terrified and had a vague fear in his heart.
It was so close, the person in charge almost couldn't come back...
"I don't know why the person in charge appeared in the coffin. When no one was paying attention, he suddenly walked into the river on his own."
The rescue team leader thought hard and said, "The person in charge had been quite normal before, so no one noticed that something was wrong with him in time and stopped him in time."
After all, the official person in charge is an adult who has been dealing with special incidents for decades and is a capable leader trusted by everyone. How could others look at him like a child?
Even if I saw where he was going, I would just think that he had discovered something and wanted to go over to check it out, and of course I would not stop him.
This resulted in the situation that by the time the official person in charge actually jumped into the river and everyone realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
The rescue team leader felt a little guilty, but when he thought about it carefully, he really found something wrong.
"However, the person in charge was indeed more anxious than usual, as if he couldn't wait to go to the longevity village."
The rescue team leader said: "Although we felt it was strange at the time, we didn't think much about it. We just thought the person in charge was worried about the program team and was eager to save people."
"If there is anything else..."
The rescue team leader racked his brains, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he exclaimed, "Ah!"
Yan Shixun also looked at the captain, knowing that he might have thought of something, and his brows became serious.
"The person in charge had been suffering from stomach pains, and we were worried whether he could make it. We also advised him to wait outside the mountain and not come in, but he refused and planned to stay through the day despite the illness."
The rescue team leader said worriedly: "However, the lady boss of the B&B saw that the person in charge was in great pain, so she gave him hot water, saying that hot water would relieve pain and make the stomach feel better."
"Strangely enough, after the person in charge drank the water, the pain really went away and he didn't even have to take painkillers."
"I didn't think anything of it at the time, but now that I think about it...something seems really a little off."
Yan Shixun frowned: "Madam boss? The one selling fabrics outside the mountain?"
Because he did not contact the official person in charge during the journey, Yan Shixun did not know what had happened outside the mountain. It was not until he heard the rescue team leader's narration at this time that he learned that there were many casualties in the homestay area outside the mountain, and the homestay owner went crazy and almost killed the proprietress.
Yan Shixun also remembered that when the program crew was leaving the homestay area, they happened to meet the owner of the homestay. At that time, the owner was carrying river water from the Changshou Village and was preparing to sell it as a Changshou Village specialty in his online store.
It seems that the river water that was carried back was boiled into hot water by the proprietress without her knowledge. Seeing that the official person in charge was suffering from stomach pain, she kindly sent the hot water to him, hoping that he would feel better.
When faced with the enthusiastic and cheerful lady boss, the person in charge drank the river water without any precautions, not knowing that the river water in the mountain would appear outside the mountain because the boss wanted to sell it.
Although this gave the person in charge some vitality from the river water and relieved his stomachache, it also meant that he owed the master karma. In the end, he was controlled by the master's power, went upstream along the river, and appeared in the coffin.
It was a good intention that led to a bad outcome.
Yan Shixun sighed, turned around and looked at the two sisters, then told the rescue team leader about the two sisters and their relationship with the owner of the Shanwai B&B.
"Ah? They made those fabrics?"
The rescue team leader was stunned at first, but then he said happily and gratefully: "What a good kid! The person in charge also found it outside the mountain. It was the amulet-like power of those fabrics that saved the boss lady from death."
"We brought some fabric with us when we entered the mountains just in case, and it saved the lives of several team members without getting hurt by the corpses."
The rescue team leader looked serious and promised Yan Shixun solemnly: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan, we will definitely contact organizations outside the mountain to help the two sisters Alan and Ayu start a new life outside the mountain."
Yan Shixun nodded, and he turned sideways to look at the two sisters who knew nothing about this, and felt emotional.
My sister once despaired that her resistance was ineffective and the fabrics she sent out did not save anyone, so she felt disheartened. But now it seems that all good intentions will not be in vain, and good deeds will bear good results.
The fabrics that the two sisters gave away saved the proprietress who was kind to them and also saved the members of the rescue team.
This not only rewarded the kind-hearted proprietress for her kindness, but also proved that the two sisters' resistance was not meaningless.
Yan Shixun looked at the sisters quietly for a long time, then turned around and walked into the small wooden building with a smile.
The official person in charge had been checked by medical staff and had received medical first aid. He was sleeping peacefully on the stretcher with steady breathing. His body temperature had returned to normal, and even his brows had relaxed.
If it weren't for his pale face, you wouldn't be able to tell that he had experienced such a thrilling thing. You would just think he had a good night's sleep.
The medical staff were a little confused.
Because the official head had stomach pain, medical staff checked him on the way here and found that his stomach needed to be treated formally in the hospital.
But now, although only a few hours had passed, the official's stomach was fine. Instead, it was healthy and vigorous, like a healthy organ of a young man that had never been damaged.
The medical staff scratched his head and muttered quietly: "Strange..."
However, the young master Song Ci, although he seemed fine before, when he knew that the crisis was completely resolved, and heard that flowers took root and grew on his body during the time he lost consciousness, his eyes turned red with pain.
But under the worried gazes of others, the young master was determined not to ruin his image by crying. He sniffed, tears welled up in his eyes, but he pursed his lips to prevent the tears from falling.
Song Ci even pretended to be calm and nodded to Yan Shixun when he passed by him, saying hello: "Brother Yan, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, I'm not porcelain, I'm not that fragile."
The young master raised his chin with pride. Even though he was lying weakly in the quilt and didn't even have the strength to raise his hands, he still showed his brilliance and aggressiveness.
"I'm not like that bad guy like Nantian. He hasn't woken up yet. Brother Yan, you should go check on him."
The young master snorted, "He is so delicate and weak. I don't know how he usually works as a star. Doesn't he exercise?"
Yan Shixun was amused by Song Ci.
Although Nan Tian in the room hadn't woken up yet, his breathing was steady and his vital signs were normal. Although Song Ci was awake, he looked sick and weak, like a soft and delicate doll.
Even when Song Ci said this, his voice was slightly nasal, and his eye circles and nose were red.
But Yan Shixun knew Song Ci's character, so he nodded and did not expose him.
Zhao Zhen, who was standing next to him, was a little helpless and said, "Okay, young master, stop talking and lie down. Although I gave you glucose to restore some of your strength, it's not for you to consume it like this."
"Wait for your brother's plane to arrive."
As he spoke, Zhao Zhen tucked in the corner of the quilt for Song Ci, and then looked worriedly at the injured people nearby.
The few frantic staff members who had gone crazy before had now been treated urgently by medical staff.
They quickly applied a thick layer of Vaseline on their dry and cracked skin to moisturize it, in an attempt to maintain the skin's condition, and those areas that were bleeding and cracked severely were bandaged.
They were sleeping peacefully at this time, their eyes were tired and haggard, their faces were pale, and there was no trace of the madness that had used to attack Zhao Zhen before.
Zhao Zhen sighed inwardly and felt a little uncomfortable.
Was this the kind of happiness that those who came here to hike before were pursuing? And how many people blindly believed that there really was a paradise on earth, and ended up losing their lives there.
People like those in the hiking team will never have the chance to reunite with their family and friends.
The only good thing was that they were rescued in time.
After Yan Shixun destroyed the disaster in Nanming Mountain at the source, there was no more Peach Blossom Spring from then on.
There will be no new victims.
This could save hundreds of lives.
Well, it’s not too late.
Zhao Zhen sighed, his heart feeling heavy and uncomfortable, even his usually resolute brows drooped sadly.
Song Ci, who was standing next to him, was not very happy that Zhao Zhen spoke to him like that and wanted to retort.
But when he looked up and saw Zhao Zhen's expression clearly, he was suddenly stunned.
Song Ci had never seen Zhao Zhen so sad. It seemed that what Zhao Zhen experienced during the time when he was unconscious was too cruel.
The young master sighed in his heart, snorted coldly and turned his head away, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.
But he didn't say anything.
The program team's main live broadcast screen has always been set up in the living room of the small wooden building. After the bustle became busy, no one cared about the machinery and equipment, and all their attention was focused on the people. The main screen was left alone, and was inadvertently dragged around by people walking back and forth. There was no angle or technique to speak of.
However, being able to see from the live broadcast that everyone was safe made the audience feel relieved and reassured.
[We are safe with Brother Yan here! Great!]
[Is this the young master of the Song Group? Oh my god, I saw paparazzi saying that the young master of the Song family has a very bad temper and is a scum among the third generation of rich people. Now, isn’t he pretty good? ]
[You even believe the comments of marketing accounts on the Internet? That time, it was the Song family’s rivals who wanted to attack the Song family, and they also said that the useless young master wanted to compete for power with the capable prince. Many people were ready to watch the fun.]
[I remember that later, the artists under Song's all spoke up for the young master, saying that he was a very nice person, tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and easily blushed. Every time they met the young master in the company, they were willing to tease him.]
[The singer who retired from the entertainment industry is also from the Song family, right? When he was interviewed before, he also thanked the young master, saying that the young master helped him a lot, otherwise he would really be depressed to the point of wanting to jump into the sea, and it was all because of the young master that he was irritated and came back. Oh yes, the internal name of the Song family, "young master", was leaked from the singer, and he said it fluently and dotingly during the interview. ]
[The two members of the Song family have a good relationship, so the marketing account should make it look good. Anyone in the industry knows that the elder brother of the Song family dotes on his younger brother and holds him in the palm of his hand. It was the elder brother of the Song family who withdrew the public opinion that time, and he was very angry.]
[Just now I heard Zhao Zhen and the medical staff talking about Song Ci's condition. I realized that such a dangerous thing happened in a place that was not captured on the main screen. Oh my God.]
[…I was watching from my bed, feeling safe and secure with my back pressed against the bed. I knew there was no danger. But after listening to what Zhao Zhen said, I started to feel a chill on my back. There really was a 20-centimeter gap under my bed!]
[Ahhhh, stop talking! I'm frightened all over and I'm already starting to get scared. What if there's a dead body hiding under my bed while I'm asleep, and it crawls out when I fall asleep... wuwuwu!]
[Silently retracting his feet from outside the quilt, hmm.]
[Didn't Song Ci say he would ask his brother to send a plane over? When will it be? Can it be quick? I'm so worried about them.]
[But I didn’t see Nantian? Where did he go?]
Nantian, who is worried about by the audience, should be the one living the most leisurely life in the entire wooden building.
Everyone was busy, but Nantian had not yet regained consciousness and was still sleeping in bed.
Yan Shixun leaned against the door frame and saw Nantian's situation, then frowned worriedly.
Logically speaking, Nantian should have returned from the upper reaches of Nanming Mountain with him and Ye Li, but now everyone is there except Nantian.
Moreover, Nantian’s way of going upstream was different from that of others. Perhaps his soul was lost in the mountains?
Just when Yan Shixun was puzzled, he heard a scream coming from the small wooden building next to him.
"Oh my god! What the hell is this?!"
It was the voice of Taoist Master Wang from Haiyun Temple.
Yan Shixun's eyes became fierce, and he didn't even bother to walk to the door. He immediately rushed out from the balcony of the room, supported himself on the railing and flew over it, landing steadily on the blood-soaked ground below, and then strode towards the small wooden building next to him.
Before, when Yan Shixun passed by the small wooden building next door and came in to check because of the old lady, the chrysanthemums in the garden were blooming beautifully, as if all the sunlight in the sky had fallen here.
But now, all the chrysanthemums, along with their roots, stems and petals, have disappeared without a trace, leaving only layers of black ash on the bare ground.
When the wind blows, it raises a cloud of dust.
The dry well in the empty garden looks particularly dead and desolate.
Taoist Priest Wang was standing by the window, looking up at the Internet with unconcealable astonishment in his eyes.
The sound of Yan Shixun walking over startled Taoist Wang.
He looked over quickly with caution, but when he saw that the person coming was Yan Shixun, he smiled happily and shouted enthusiastically: "Junior Brother Yan!"
"Come here, let me see, you are not hurt?"
Taoist Wang looked as if he had seen the intimacy of one of his own family members. He rushed over, grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve, and checked him up and down.
After seeing that Yan Shixun was in good spirits and did not look like he was seriously injured or had any other hidden injuries, he felt relieved.
"I heard from Xingxing that Junior Brother Yan is really decisive and was able to make the right choice in such a difficult situation."
Taoist Wang said with a proud look on his face, "Junior Brother Yan solved the problem in a timely manner, otherwise we don't know how much damage would have been caused. Now no one is seriously injured, only a few people need treatment, and only two Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple were injured. This is all thanks to Junior Brother Yan's timely rescue."
"To be honest, I didn't think I could return alive. Before I left, I left a letter to leave all my magical instruments and belongings to my apprentice. I didn't expect that I would still be alive now."
Taoist Wang sighed in disbelief at first, then he realized something and rubbed his chin and fell into thought.
"Oh... yes, there is also the matter of the magic weapon. I have to get it back when I return."
Yan Shixun: “…………”
I think your apprentice is probably on a roller coaster.
Yan Shixun had met Master Wang’s disciple at Haiyun Temple last time, and he could tell that he was a man who valued friendship and loyalty.
Master Wang's disciple even bowed respectfully to Yan Shixun, calling him "Uncle Master", and his attitude was completely different from Lu Xingxing's solemnity.
This made Yan Shixun feel quite embarrassed as an elder meeting a younger person empty-handed. He could only write a stack of talismans on the spot and stuff them into the hands of this nephew who was much older than him.
Judging from what Master Wang did, Yan Shixun guessed that his disciple must have cried uncontrollably when he saw the letter.
However, the look of Taoist Wang in a hurry to get back his magical instruments and belongings also made Yan Shixun laugh and cry.
When Yan Shixun looked up in the direction that Taoist Wang had been looking at, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Before leaving Changshou Village downstream, Yan Shixun also wanted to look for the old woman, but there was no one there.
And now, the old woman's body was hanging on the beam behind the window, swaying gently.
But what made Taoist Wang cry out in surprise was not the fact that the old woman was dead.
But the state of the old woman's body.
——Pieces of flesh and blood were falling off the old woman's body, revealing the pale bones underneath.
The blood dripped down and gathered into a pool of blood under the corpse.
But when Yan Shixun looked up, he found that the old woman's face was somewhat familiar to him.
If this face had fewer wrinkles, looked less haggard and old, and the kind smile turned into a stern glare... wouldn't that be Grandma Nan who had helped him in his dream?
This fact made Yan Shixun stunned for a moment, but he soon reacted and saw that a smile slowly appeared on Grandma Nan's face.
Although Granny Nan’s current state was clearly that of a dead body, she slowly smiled, her eyes wide open as she looked down at Yan Shixun.
She struggled to tear open her stiff skin, opened and closed her mouth, and used her vocal cords, which had long since lost their original function due to thinking, to squeeze out a hoarse and rough voice with difficulty.
"Thanks……"
"Thanks."
Even though Grandma Nan was unable to express her original meaning due to her physical condition.
But when Yan Shixun looked into Grandma Nan's eyes, he understood what she wanted to say.
——Grandma Nan thanked Yan Shixun for saving Nan Tian, but she was even more grateful to Yan Shixun for stopping the master’s plan and shattering the master’s dream of becoming a god through sacrifice.
The tragic disaster that once occurred in Nanming Mountain has stopped at the border of Nanming Mountain and will no longer spread outward.
Grandma Nan has always felt guilty that she failed to stop the master completely when she first saw him decades ago. She later forgot that memory and became an accomplice to the evildoer. As a witch, she personally presided over many Nan Village ceremonies.
This obsession and guilt made Grandma Nan stay in Nanming Mountain even after her death, wanting to do her best to save the people behind her.
The master hated Granny Nan for sealing his power with her death, so he didn't let Granny Nan have an easy time. After killing her, he treated her like the corpses in the hanging coffins, trapping her soul in her sick body, making her feel pain all the time.
But what the master didn't expect was that it was precisely because of the pain that he kept reminding Grandma Nan what was real, and that allowed her to never lose herself in the power of the master over the years.
It also gave Grandma Nan the power to help Yan Shixun and Nan Tian.
And now, Grandma Nan’s final obsession has been fulfilled, and her guilt has finally subsided because of the death and complete destruction of her master.
She no longer had any reason to remain in the world.
Since she is dead, the underworld should be her destination.
Grandma Nan slowly closed her eyes, with a relieved smile lingering on her lips.
The flesh and blood on her body fell off piece by piece, and soon it turned into a pile of bones.
The wind blew through the window, and Grandma Nan turned into a handful of powder and scattered away.
Yan Shixun watched all this silently and solemnly. At the moment when Grandma Nan's body completely weathered into dust and disappeared, he bowed slightly and sent Grandma Nan on her final journey.
Master Wang, who understood what had happened before from the conversation between Grandma Nan and Yan Shixun, also fell silent.
With the highest respect, he bowed to Grandma Nan and said goodbye.
Grandma Nan practiced Taoism with her own body and never strayed from her own path. She was a Taoist practitioner respected by the Taoist priests at Haiyun Temple.
Jing Xiaobao raised his head and looked in the direction where Grandma Nan disappeared.
Then he turned around, looked up at his side, and called out in a baby voice, "Grandma, let's go. I'll take you to be reincarnated."
Grandma Nan had already prepared herself to die, after all, the master had taken revenge on her out of anger and would not leave her soul behind.
However, she did not expect that after her complete death, she turned into a ghost.
After being stunned for a moment, Grandma Nan bent down and looked at Jing Xiaobao kindly. She touched the child's soft cheek with her wrinkled hands and asked him softly, "Whose child are you? Are you lost? Grandma will take you to find your family."
Jing Xiaobao blinked her beautiful big eyes, raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Yan Shixun, then pointed at herself: "I'm not lost, grandma, my parents are there."
"I am no longer a child, I am a mature adult."
Jing Xiaobao puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, puffed out his chest proudly, and shouted in a soft voice: "I am the King of Hell, a very powerful one, much more powerful than the last one."
Grandma Nan was surprised at first, but then her heart melted by Jing Xiaobao's cuteness. Her heart, which had been hard and cold due to decades of constant struggle with her master, finally thawed and returned to the warmth of the human world.
She originally wanted to coax the child, but after feeling the powerful aura released by Jing Xiaobao, she realized in disbelief -
This kid wasn't kidding!
Such a small child, who looks no more than three years old, is actually the King of Hell? ?
Yan Shixun watched Jing Xiaobao holding Grandma Nan's hand, and the figures of the old and the young gradually disappeared in the mountain mist before dawn.
He smiled softly.
At the same time, when Grandma Nan left the world, Nan Tian, who was lying on the bed, trembled his eyelashes and opened his eyes.
Hot tears couldn't stop flowing from his eyes.
"Grandma..." Nantian's voice was tearful, his eyes were red, and his whole body was twitching uncontrollably from crying.
He had a feeling that he would never see his beloved grandma again.
The previous farewell in the dream was the old lady’s final farewell to him.
Nantian raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Hot tears slid down my cold cheeks and soaked my clothes.
However, although Taoist Wang could not see the souls of Jing Xiaobao and Grandma Nan, he could also feel the souls leaving, as if the underworld had just visited.
A smile appeared on his face, and he was truly happy for Grandma Nan.
Then, Taoist Wang suddenly realized something, blinked and looked towards Yan Shixun, and asked curiously: "Junior Brother Yan, where is your partner?"
Without waiting for Yan Shixun to answer, Taoist Wang rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "Is anyone gossiping? Junior Brother Yan, don't be afraid! Just be bold and be with your partner. Don't worry about anything else. I'll take care of the rest!"
"My little junior brother, let's see who dares to gossip! Is it that fellow Taoist Ma who doesn't care about his junior brother, or some other old stubborn guy?"
Taoist Wang was so angry at his own imagination that he looked like he wanted to rush over and have a fight with those Taoist priests.
Taoist Ma who was shot innocently: "???"
He almost broke down and cursed out loud, feeling that he was going to die unjustly.
Yan Shixun didn't expect that Taoist Wang would ask such a question. He was caught off guard and felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow. His slender body froze in place, and he didn't know how to answer.
He turned sideways and looked at Taoist Wang with a complicated expression, not knowing whether he should dispel the rumor that he had no "partner" or explain that no one said anything about him and Ye Li.
But before Yan Shixun could think it over, Ye Li had already stretched out his long legs and walked towards him leisurely and calmly, rarely smiling at anyone other than Yan Shixun.
"Thanks."
Ye Li stood beside Yan Shixun, with his arm wrapped around his beloved ghost exorcist from behind and resting lightly on Yan Shixun's shoulders, his gesture intimate and natural.
They act like family members.
Ye Li chuckled and nodded to Taoist Wang.
Even though it was only two short words, Master Wang immediately translated it into: Yan Shixun and I are together, thank you for protecting me.
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