Chapter 47 I am Cheng Ming, you are Yun Zhi, silly and foolish
"Oh my, how come Xiao Zhi has already gotten married after only a few days in the mortal realm? Why didn't you tell me, or I'll be considered an outsider ghost?" Meng Po held a long-handled soup spoon in her hand, barely covering the corners of her mouth as she teased.
Jiang Yuzhi's face stiffened. She pulled Bai Yan's hand away, turned her head slightly, and said, "Mother-in-law! I didn't."
Those hands were like glue, impossible to dodge. As soon as they pulled down, they immediately stuck back on, turning Jiang Yuzhi's face back to face him.
The flesh on her cheeks was gently squeezed, and her lips involuntarily pouted. Jiang Yuzhi felt that she should be angry, but when she met those pure eyes, she couldn't bring herself to be angry.
She reluctantly grabbed Bai Yan's hand and held it in her own to prevent him from pressing his hand against her face again.
Meng Po quietly returned to the bridge, leaving the two ghosts there.
Jiang Yuzhi sighed again, "Don't touch me, tell me what you still remember."
Bai Yan's condition was really strange. Not to mention that his soul entered the underworld for no reason and was not discovered by the ghost messengers along the way, he was also talking nonsense.
"I still remember you as my wife," Bai Yan said firmly, looking happily at his wife holding his hand.
"I don't... never mind, what else is there besides this?" Jiang Yuzhi was too lazy to correct her.
"And...and me, I was sick. Yes, when I was sick, my wife was taken away by the gods in heaven. I couldn't find my wife, I was so anxious, so anxious, and then I fell ill again. When I opened my eyes, I saw my wife!" Bai Yan said intermittently, holding Jiang Yuzhi's hands behind his back, wanting to pull the ghost in front of him into his arms and rub against her.
It didn't move.
He even used a little more force, still puzzled.
Of course, he couldn't pull her away. Jiang Yuzhi was only thinking about important matters and didn't have time to give him a hug.
This sounds really familiar; I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.
Just as Bai Yan tried to pull her again, Jiang Yuzhi finally remembered that it was the content of the book he was reading!
Jiang Yuzhi tentatively asked, "Do you still remember Cheng Ming?"
"No... wait, I remember now!" Bai Yan excitedly tried to slap his thigh, but his hands were restrained.
He puffed out his chest slightly, and under Jiang Yuzhi's expectant gaze, proudly announced his answer, "I am Cheng Ming! My wife, your name is Yun Zhi! I have cultivated immortality, and I have come to find you, my wife."
After saying that, Bai Yan hugged Jiang Yuzhi's waist with a wronged expression, burying his face in it and unwilling to let go.
Jiang Yuzhi froze, her grip loosened, and he managed to break free.
So it wasn't that I remembered, it was that I projected myself onto the image.
She still remembered the passage that Uncle Yan had read aloud from the storybook.
The Queen Mother, enraged, took the fairy who was gazing sadly at the unconscious man on the sickbed and went to the Heavenly Court.
The room was eerily quiet. Cheng Ming struggled to wake up from his drowsy state.
"Yun Zhi..." he called hoarsely.
Could it be that Yuxiu has written a new one for him?
Jiang Yuzhi couldn't help but rub her forehead, tear Bai Yan off her body, and hold his shoulders to make him look at her. "Listen, forget all those things in your head."
Bai Yan's eyes reddened. "Why? Does my wife not want me anymore? I know now. I'm already in poor health, and staying by my wife's side would only be a burden." He turned his head, as if he were shedding tears.
"Hey, no, no, why are you crying? If you keep crying like this until we get back, you'll regret it." Jiang Yuzhi was at a loss. She rummaged in her small bag and pulled out a handkerchief that Bai Yan had lent to Zhong Yuxiu to wipe her tears.
Jiang Yuzhi had promised to clean it and return it to him, but she forgot about it and left it in her bag, where it came in handy now.
"Quickly wipe your tears, stop crying, you'll really regret it when you get back."
Bai Yan snatched the handkerchief in a huff, refusing to give her a proper look, and sobbed as she wiped away her tiny tears—more than her older brother could yawn.
"I've never looked down on you, nor have I ever considered you a burden. Okay, okay, let's go home, alright?"
"Really?" Bai Yan asked while stealing glances at his wife's expression out of the corner of his eye.
"Really, really, let's go. Staying in the underworld for too long is not good for you."
"The underworld? Isn't my wife in heaven?" Bai Yan sensed something was wrong and stared blankly.
"...Just consider me as having escaped to the underworld. Now, can we go back together?"
"Yes! Let's go home together, my wife!"
Finally, after calming her down, Jiang Yuzhi lowered her head amidst Meng Po's teasing laughter and quickly left with Bai Yan in tow.
Bai Yan waved happily to the ghosts behind him.
The journey back to the mortal realm was incredibly long, especially with a big idiot in tow, who kept chuckling the whole way, as if he'd had too much to drink.
The Black and White Impermanence, whom they hadn't been able to find before, were now standing right in front of Jiang Yuzhi.
Only Xie Bi'an, the only ghost.
The Smiling Tiger White Impermanence hadn't used a smile to disguise himself for a long time; he was simply too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to keep up the act.
The moment Xie Bi'an saw Jiang Yuzhi, he subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, but when he saw the ghost behind her, his brows furrowed and his face fell.
"Brother Xie, are you done with your work?"
"Hello, Brother Xie," Bai Yan greeted.
Xie Bi'anfei glared at him. "No, just came out for some fresh air. How did he end up in the underworld with you?"
Jiang Yuzhi gently pinched Bai Yan's hand, which was misbehaving on her sleeve, and scolded softly, "Be good."
Bai Yan nodded obediently, "Yes, my wife."
Xie Bi'an's face turned ashen.
Jiang Yuzhi showed him the gold thread that had grown on her wrist: "I'm going to ask Huang Daopo about this thread. I'm going on a long trip and wanted to go back to the underworld to see you before I left. But I didn't expect to run into Mingze at Meng Po's place. I don't know why he seemed so dazed. I wonder if it's because he's been away from his physical body for too long?"
Xie Bi'an looked Bai Yan over and said, "He's fine. His soul is in pretty good condition, and he's protected by the Sheji Tu (a mythical map of the land and rivers). He can stay here for another five or six days without any problem. What's with the golden thread? Why do we still need to go find Huang Daopo?"
Knowing that Bai Yan would be alright, Jiang Yuzhi was in the mood to chat with Xie Bi'an.
She briefly explained the origin of the gold thread.
Xie Bi'an: "Since the Great Emperor and Di Ting both say they want to go find him, then go ahead. I suppose you'll be taking this kid with you. Be careful on the road, don't let him hold you back."
"Brother Xie!" Jiang Yuzhi cried anxiously. She had just managed to calm him down, but Xie Bi'an's words made her cry again.
Xie Bi'an didn't take it to heart. "What, did I say something wrong?"
Jiang Yuzhi turned her head to see Bai Yan's reaction.
The man seemed not to have heard Xie Bi'an's words at all. When he saw his wife looking at him, he grinned broadly.
Oh dear, could he really be stupid?
Xie Bi'an: "Since we're already here, let's go say goodbye to Xiao □□. This place isn't far from hell."
Jiang Yuzhi: "Okay."
There were three ghosts, one with a cold face and one with a silly grin. Jiang Yuzhi was caught in the middle and couldn't say a word.
Hell was fast approaching, so Xie Bi'an went to call Fan Wujiu out first, leaving the two of them to wait outside.
As soon as Xie Bi'an went in, Bai Yan clutched his chest, bent over, and gritted his teeth, not letting out a sound.
The little devil guarding hell noticed it and hurriedly reminded Jiang Yuzhi, who had her back to Bai Yan.
"Miss Jiang, there's something strange about the ghost behind you."
Jiang Yuzhi turned her head and saw Bai Yan pressing one hand to his chest, while holding her hand with the other hand without any apparent abnormality.
Jiang Yuzhi immediately became anxious, "What's wrong? Your chest hurts a lot? When did it start hurting?"
"No, don't worry, don't despise me, my wife." Bai Yan tried his best to suppress his cries of pain and gave his wife a reassuring smile.
"Stop laughing, answer the question, Bai Yan!" Jiang Yuzhi had to be stern because it concerned Bai Yan's soul.
Xie Bi'an clearly said he was perfectly fine, so why the sudden change...?
"Was my original name Bai Yan? Cough, and who is Ming Ze? Aren't I Cheng Ming? Cough cough cough"
"It's you, it's all you, answer the question, Bai Yan!" Jiang Yuzhi wanted to use her ghostly power to probe Bai Yan's soul, but she wasn't a ghost messenger and was afraid of hurting Bai Yan. "Hey ghost messenger over there, could you please go in and urge Brother Xie for me? My friend can't hold on much longer."
"No trouble at all, Miss Jiang, I'll be right there." The ghost messenger instructed his colleague to keep an eye on the door before hurrying inside.
Bai Yan wanted to say something more, but Jiang Yuzhi covered his mouth. "I don't want to hear anything except answering questions, understand? Have some tea first. Nod if you understand, and stay silent if you don't." There was a wooden table near the ghost messengers for them to rest on, with a pot of tea always ready.
The two ghosts sat down at the table. After Bai Yan nodded, Jiang Yuzhi let go of his hand and handed him a cup of tea.
He took a small sip of his drink. "The pain started after I came here. I was fine before, so don't worry, my wife."
Jiang Yuzhi's brows never relaxed. "How can I not worry? Does it still hurt a lot?"
Bai Yan took another sip of tea. "I feel much better, all thanks to my wife's tea."
Jiang Yuzhi looked at him suspiciously: "Don't talk nonsense. You should rest. Or should we get away from hell?"
Before Bai Yan could agree, she wanted to take him away a little further away.
Xie Bi'an came out, but the two ghosts hadn't even had time to move.
Xie Bi'an: "How is it?"
Jiang Yuzhi: "Let's talk somewhere else. Mingze is feeling uncomfortable here."
Xie Bi'an: "Alright."
The search continued until the view of hell was almost completely obscured by the perpetual fog of the underworld.
Jiang Yuzhi: Are you feeling better?
Bai Yan: "I'm much better, my wife, don't worry."
Xie Bi'an rolled his eyes without any attempt to hide it. "Remember Zhao Qingyun? Xiao Hei and I have been dealing with his affairs lately. Before I came out, Xiao Hei had just sensed that Zhao Qingyun's power was trying to break free from him, but it was being restrained by something. This ghost rarely shows any signs of pain. Then, a ghost messenger said that Bai Yan had a problem."
Bai Yan and Zhao Qingyun at the same time? Jiang Yuzhi thought of something, "Brother Xie, take another look at his soul."
"OK."
Compared to the first time, the illusory image of Bai Yan's heart in his chest had been mostly sewn back together by an extremely fine golden thread at the crack. That thread was exactly the same as the one on Jiang Yuzhi's wrist, and much of the gray mist attached to his soul body had also dissipated.
A very noticeable improvement.
Jiang Yuzhi pondered. The power of the Sheji Tu (a magical map) was present in her body, as were Zhao Qingyun and Bai Yan. Bai Yan's power was the original source, and now the remaining power was being drawn into her body, and then she was transferring it to Bai Yan.
Why wasn't Zhao Qingyun's residual strength attracted away?
The residual force on the dead object automatically returns.
When a mortal dies, their residual power automatically leaves them. Zhao Qingyun died long ago, but his residual power has been following him ever since.
strangeness.
Jiang Yuzhi tried hard to recall the books she had seen in the Fengdu Palace.
Got it! Refine it!
"Brother Xie, could it be that Zhao Qingyun refined the remnant force? The remnant force sensed me and Bai Yan and wanted to return, but because of Zhao Qingyun's refining, it became connected with him and couldn't leave, which is why it kept pulling on Zhao Qingyun's soul."
"Xiao Zhi, you should know that the Sheji Tu (Map of the State) was created naturally, and it is almost impossible for an ordinary person to refine it."
"but……"
Xie Bi'an had a sudden inspiration, "Wait, it's not impossible. Zhao Qingyun was once an emperor, he has the destiny of heaven on him, and he carries the aura of a dragon. If someone were to guide him..." He stopped there.
Jiang Yuzhi suddenly realized.
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Author's Note: Chapter 22 mentions the storybook content, Cheng Ming...
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