However, before they could finish wailing, they were stunned by the sound coming from their earpieces.
Jiang Si didn't sing; instead, she played a tune on a leaf.
The melody was strange, a tune I'd never heard before. The voice was ethereal and melodious. Although it wasn't loud, it seemed to resonate in everyone's ears, gradually unleashing complex thoughts.
Qi Yan was taken aback, and looked at Jiang Si with a complicated expression.
Is this a soul-soothing melody? Hasn't this been lost for a long time? Just who is Jiang Si? Her family has been passing down this tradition for thousands of years and hasn't heard of it before. How does Jiang Si, who looks to be in her early twenties, know about it?
Moreover, he couldn't believe Jiang Si would go to such lengths. Was it really necessary for these helpless, lost souls?
Learning the Soul-Soothing Melody isn't difficult; the challenge lies in maximizing its effectiveness. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a powerful being who could soothe countless wronged souls, but he exhausted all his spiritual power, causing his cultivation level to drop by one level.
Her voice echoed throughout the entire Dragon Dynasty Mountain, and it was unknown how much spiritual energy it would consume.
Jiang Si's face had visibly paled.
The comments section froze for a moment, everyone staring intently at Jiang Si on the screen. When Jiang Si finished singing, they found themselves in tears.
All things have a spirit; what we care for is not only the souls of the dead, but also the souls of the living.
Why did I feel unusually calm after listening to it?
[Do you understand? My cat, who usually hates me to death, actually crawled over here just to hear Jiang Si play a tune.]
What's so strange about that? Even the hamster that was running around on my table, grunting and squeaking, stopped and started listening intently.
I am very peaceful now; even this B-class I'm in can't provoke me anymore.
Jiang Si almost lost her balance, and Qi Yan quickly went up to support her.
Jiang Si took a deep breath. "I know what you want to say, but I can't wait."
Her words were rambling and incoherent; no one understood the true meaning behind Jiang Si's words except Qi Yan.
Perhaps because they had been wandering outside for too long, some of their remaining souls could no longer hold on.
If they are not calmed down in time, they may be terrified.
They dedicated their lives to the country and its people, and after their deaths they have not been reincarnated for thousands of years. They should not have met such an end.
"Is it worth it?" Qi Yan asked.
They are considered good demons, but it's still difficult to get them to live peacefully with human beings; at best, they can avoid indiscriminately killing innocent creatures.
Humans are utterly hypocritical; they would even kill their own family for petty gains. As a celestial master, Jiang Si has transcended worldly affairs, so why would she waste herself on irrelevant people and matters?
Is it worth it?
Jiang Si also wanted to ask herself the same question.
However, she received kindness from humans when she was a child, and her master also taught her to have a compassionate heart, so she could not stand idly by.
Moreover, she was born with seven misfortunes and six deadly fates; without accumulating merit, she might have already lost her head.
Gradually, you get used to it.
"Don't underestimate me, I'll recover after a rest." Jiang Si gave a rare, weak smile.
Jiang Si watched the lingering souls gradually dissipate in the forest, smiled gently, and said softly in her heart, "May you all ascend to paradise."
The others gradually came to their senses.
"Teacher Jiang, what are you playing?" Bi Rou asked, grabbing her arm.
“This tune is so strange, I’ve never heard it before.” Wen Mingsong studied musical theatre in college and is very sensitive to melodies.
Jiang Si thought to herself: If you had heard that, what would have happened?
"I think everyone's pretty bored, just talking nonsense."
Wen Mingsong: "..." How can someone spout such nonsense? Who are they trying to fool? Does he have the word "stupid" written on his face?
“You can make such a claim out of thin air?” Bi Rou felt insulted. “Then why can I reach the Himalayas when I try to tune it?” She was unconvinced. She had clearly tried her best to learn, but her parents still shook their heads and even subtly told her that they didn’t have to open every window.
Ironically, she had tried to stop Jiang Si, telling her not to force herself and embarrass herself.
It turns out that the clown was just her.
Jiang Si looked at her earnestly: "It's okay, you're beautiful. And you have a blessed family."
"But I'm not as pretty as you." Bi Rou felt a little wronged. It was one thing to be outmatched in talent, but she couldn't even match his looks.
Jiang Si remained serious: "Beauty fades and bones wither, nothing more than fleeting clouds."
"Would you be willing to be ugly?"
"Of course I wouldn't want to."
Bi Rou: "..." She felt like she was about to cry from anger.
Qi Yan: "..." Humans are indeed hypocritical.
Wen Mingsong: "..." Teacher Jiang is indeed natural, fresh and unpretentious.
After a brief period of calm, the comments section erupted in a frenzy again.
My heart, which had just been soothed, has been wounded again. Did I want to look ugly?
It's okay, you can comfort yourself by saying that you can only make others feel ugly, but you can see their beauty. Think about who suffers more.
Would you be willing to be made ugly?
I have a kind heart, and I certainly didn't mean to make anyone look ugly.
[She's still beautiful even after plastic surgery; the doctors must be crying.]
Unfortunately, these provocative words were so stupid that they didn't even inspire a thought to refute them, and were simply ignored.
After waiting for a while, Xiang Zhiyi's group still hadn't arrived.
Bi Rou and Wen Mingsong talked about acting. Wen Mingsong's acting skills were superb, and he performed a short scene with Bi Rou on the spot.
Qi Yan had little contact with humans, so he found this very novel: "Are these the actors from the past?"
“Actors…” Wen Yingdi was speechless. “You’re right, but we don’t usually say ‘actors’ anymore, we say ‘actors’.”
"Oh, an actor." Qi Yan nodded emotionlessly, then continued to study the actor seriously: "It seems to look better than having your face painted so dark you can't even recognize yourself."
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