Chapter 57 The Heavenly Book is Not Yet Completed
That night, Cang Ming and Wei Ci slept in an empty room in Wang Xian Yuan. They wore only their inner clothes, their outer robes draped over them as blankets, and gazed through the broken window at the starry sky.
Cang Ming rested his head on his arm and asked softly, "Weiyang Crown, how did you find it?"
Wei Ci gave her a playful look and said, "General, don't you suspect that I was the one who dug up the grave and robbed it?"
"The Demon King is handsome and elegant, how could he do such a thing?" Cang Ming answered without hesitation. "Besides, does the Demon King need to dig up the ground to get what he wants?"
Wei Ci raised the corners of his mouth, but still said in a casual tone: "Oh, indeed, the Weiyang Crown was probably dug out by Old Guilian and his gang of idiots. I happened to have some free time, so I went to Seventeen Smoke and snatched it away."
Noticing Cang Ming's grateful gaze, he whistled and said casually, "Hey, General, there's no need to look at me with such admiration. Even if I don't sell it, this hair crown will be fought over and eventually end up in my antique shop."
"Then your armored bronze figure will surely command a high price, making the hair crown impossible to sell." Cang Ming almost laughed when he thought of how Old Guilian's master had lost the Weiyang Crown and could only make a replica of it out of scrap iron. "Wei Ci, did you give me the Weiyang Crown from the beginning?"
"Yes. But I didn't lie to you." Wei Ci's voice was filled with a faint smile. "You broke into the antique shop, clamoring for a pearl crown, but I really don't have a pearl crown."
"Who could have imagined that the true Weiyang Crown was so simple, made entirely of pure silver, without a single ornamentation." Cang Ming held the hair crown tightly in his hand, his hair loose. "It's just that it has been transformed into the Demon King's totem, and even cast a positioning spell. The Demon King really has a great game plan."
Wei Ci also rested his head on his arm, looking up at the ceiling, one leg bent casually. He moved his fingers absently, and the ceiling disappeared, revealing the vast starry sky that enveloped the small room.
Cang Ming lay on his side, gazing at Wei Ci's profile under the light of the stars and moon. Wei Ci said in a low voice: "I'm afraid of losing you again."
"So, you want to return the Weiyang Crown to me, but you're also afraid that after I know the secret of the Weiyang Crown, you'll become even more obsessed with seeking revenge on Old Ghost Lotus." Cang Ming gently touched Wei Ci's face, "I understand everything."
Wei Ci still looked at the stars and said, "You will still go, right?"
Cang Ming grasped Wei Ci's hand and said earnestly, "Initially, my obsession was to become a god for myself. But now, Old Ghost Lotus and his gang have slaughtered the four major sects, and even unleashed natural and man-made disasters to lure me out. Too many innocent people have died. I must quell this chaos."
After a long pause, Wei Ci laughed hoarsely, "I've always wanted to hide you. But now that the secret has been revealed, I finally understand. This is your fate, and mine too."
He finally lay down on his side, looking at her reluctantly, holding her hand against his heart. Cang Ming said, "Brother Weici, I will never leave you again. Besides, the Heavenly Book is not yet finished."
Wei Ci now understood his fate and the heavy responsibility he had to shoulder, so he sighed and said, "Just do what you have to do. I will be with you no matter what."
Cang Ming rolled into his arms, and surrounded by his scorching body heat, she felt a strong sense of sleepiness. She closed her eyes and said, "Tomorrow morning, let's go see the Buddha again..."
Wei Ci was caught off guard by her sudden advance, and felt a strange throbbing and heat all over his body. Cang Ming seemed to be aware of something, but he was already half asleep and half awake. He could only hear the suppressed panting beside his ear, followed by Wei Ci's dangerous question: "Little girl, why are you running into my arms? Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"
Cang Ming said, "It's too cold, it's warm here..." Before he could finish his words, he fell into a deep sleep. Through a thin layer of clothes, their skin was touching each other's flesh and bones. Wei Ci's hands were locked tightly around her waist, almost embedding her into his body.
When he woke up the next day, the roof had been transformed back. Outside, sunlight shone on the snow, creating a dazzling white expanse. Cang Ming woke up bleary-eyed and found Wei Ci looking down at him.
"Awake?" He gently brushed away the strands of hair on Cang Ming's cheek. "It's already past noon, aren't you still going to catch ghosts?"
"It doesn't matter. They'll come to you eventually." Cang Ming buried his face in his chest again. The air in the room was bitingly cold, but Wei Ci was still warm. Cang Ming subconsciously curled up his legs and pushed against him twice, making him gasp for breath and let out a low moan between his teeth.
There seemed to be a hot and hard touch under her body. Just as Cang Ming was about to reach out to touch it, Wei Ci grabbed her hand and shouted, "Don't touch it!"
Cang Ming was startled and quickly shrank back: "Why are you so fierce? Did you not sleep well?"
Wei Ci turned over and lay on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, suppressing his annoyance. He muttered aggrievedly, "Guess if I slept well."
Cang Ming stood up and poked his shoulder carefully: "We should get up and go."
Wei Ci took a look and saw Cang Ming's long hair hanging down like a curtain of water, and immediately turned his head away: "I know."
Finally, after Cang Ming had finished tidying up and was standing at the door, Wei Ci followed him reluctantly. The look in his eyes when he looked at Cang Ming still contained a deep sense of restrained desire.
Cang Ming put on the Weiyang crown properly and looked at the frozen water for a long time. Wei Ci walked over slowly, crossed his arms and said slowly: "Still looking? It's already beautiful enough."
"Such a simple and plain hair crown, yet I wear it with such a fresh and refined style." Cang Ming lay on the ice, looking left and right, marveling, "I am indeed the number one disciple of the Wangxian Sect."
Wei Ci burst out laughing and finally took her hand and walked out of Wangxianyuan. They both stepped onto the ice blade, and Wei Ci asked for instructions: "General, it's up to you where we go."
"Let's go to the big Buddha statue from yesterday and see if there are any clues." Cang Ming formed a magic seal with both hands. "I wonder if the avalanche has stopped."
After flying dozens of miles against a razor-cold wind, the Great Buddha suddenly appeared before his eyes. It was gigantic and bizarre, and Cang Ming shuddered again. The Buddha wore embroidered shoes. The sea of snow shone blue, and beneath it, countless peaks and valleys were submerged.
Under the gaze of the two people, the Buddha statue remained motionless, with one hand behind its back and the other hand stretched out with its clenched fist. It was from here that Old Guilian appeared on the stage yesterday, like a famous actor.
Cang Ming turned his head and discussed with Wei Ci: "Why don't we go and investigate the Buddha's hand? Are you afraid?"
Wei Ci leaned over to her weakly and said, "Of course I'm scared."
"Then don't be afraid." Cang Ming freed his hand and patted his shoulder.
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Cang Ming was worried about the Buddha's hand, so they landed on the Buddha's arms and slowly approached the hand. Clouds and mist swirled around them, and Cang Ming, sword in hand, cleared the way ahead, constantly alert to any movement. If he stumbled a few steps too far, Wei Ci would immediately leap on him.
Holding onto the folds of the Buddha's robe, Cang Ming stepped into the Buddha's palm. Looking around, he saw that the palm resembled a courtyard. He walked a few dozen steps further, but there was no sign of human life, not even a single footprint on the white snow.
Cang Ming sighed, "No wonder they say, 'One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi tree.' Now we are walking in the palm of a hand, and it is no different from walking in a deep courtyard."
Wei Ci behind him didn't answer. Turning around, Cang Ming felt a chill run down his spine, the hairs on his back standing on end. Where was Wei Ci?
Even the path Cang Ming had walked on was deserted.
"Wei Ci!" Cang Ming shouted anxiously, "Where are you? Stop teasing me!"
No one answered. A fierce wind blew, and it was so cold up there that Cang Ming was practically blown away. He only managed to stay on his feet by clinging tightly to a finger of the Buddha's hand.
When the wind died down, Cang Ming could no longer tell which direction he had come from, so he could only run around in the vast palm: "Wei Ci! Are you still there?"
The sky suddenly changed, dark clouds pressing down, almost touching the sky. The darkness in the Buddha's hand was like a haunted house. As Cang Ming ran, he felt fear for the first time in his life. A desperate thought came to his mind: Oh no, Wei Ci is lost.
Suddenly, someone whispered something behind him. Turning around, he heard nothing but thick, flowing clouds and snow. Cang Ming thrust his sword forward, the sword energy piercing the turbid mist, but only the snow remained, no one in sight.
Whispering sounds were heard again on the other end.
Cang Ming chased after the sound and chopped and hacked, using all the hundreds of sword techniques he had learned in his life, but he always pierced the air, and the other end of the air was still air.
The whispers grew denser, rising and falling, and it was impossible to tell which direction they came from. Cang Ming suddenly realized he was surrounded by a circle of prayerful whispers. These voices seemed to come from all corners of the earth, as if all the wishes in the world had fallen into the Buddha's palm.
Cang Ming thought desperately that if Xisheng were here, she must have many yellow teleportation talismans hidden in her sleeves, perhaps she could escape. Thinking of Xisheng, he felt even more desolate and bitter. He wondered how she would continue to live after taking care of the funeral at home.
Just as he was thinking, a person suddenly appeared in front of him. Xisheng opened his eyes with surprise and stood in front of Cang Ming in a daze.
Cang Ming jumped back in disbelief and screamed, "Xi Sheng! You you you...are you real or fake?"
Xisheng exhaled and said calmly, "What about you?"
After hearing this, Cang Ming relaxed: "It's true. How did you get here?" Xisheng replied: "I don't know. How did I get here?" Cang Ming thought and shook his head, feeling that there must be something strange.
The two walked side by side, heading deep into the clouds. Xisheng asked, "Where are you going?" Cang Ming smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know." Xisheng asked again, "How did I get here?" Cang Ming smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know."
After searching for a while, there was still no sign of Wei Ci. Cang Ming glanced at Xi Sheng and said hesitantly, "How's things at home?"
Xisheng raised his face to catch the snowflakes and said calmly, "My father is free, but his soul couldn't cross the river. Well, being a human or a ghost is suffering, but if the soul is scattered, then there will be no more harm."
The two of them stopped walking. Cang Ming put his arm around Xi Sheng's shoulders and shook her gently. Xi Sheng closed his eyes and said, "Now I only have my old mother left. I wonder if I'll have to go through the same thing in the future?"
Cang Ming suddenly said, "How about we take my aunt to Wu Lu's inn? What do you think? Wu Lu has returned to Tongduo Mountain to revive his sect, and the inn still needs our help anyway..."
At this point, someone suddenly jumped out from the pitch-black darkness: "Hey!"
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