Chapter 119: The Eight Debts of Impermanence
Meng Chengyin held the bamboo talisman between his fingertips and easily dispelled the vengeful spirit that was rushing towards him.
He clenched his palm and the remaining evil spirit dissipated without even moving his other hand behind his back.
Bai Heng and the others were overjoyed: "Master Meng!"
Meng Caiyun didn't say anything. The father and daughter exchanged glances and calmed down.
The ground suddenly shook violently, the air around them began to distort, and the scenery in the field of vision fluctuated and deformed like a painting immersed in water. Sharp cries came from all directions, as if instantly bringing everyone back to the day a hundred years ago when rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses and bones appeared.
There was a glint of madness in Meng Zhao's eyes, and his whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his usual calm and handsome appearance was gradually lost.
"The condition is that you die here."
An abrupt female voice rang out in their ears, like a sharp sword thrown from the sky, forcing everyone present to look up and warily look towards the direction where the voice came from.
The fog opposite Meng Chengyin quietly dissipated, and a short-haired woman in burgundy suit and trousers stood on a broken beam.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes looking arrogant, her straight hair falling over her shoulders flying wildly, and her eyebrows and eyes were tinged with arrogance.
"I recognize you," Meng Chengyin raised his head, his expression calm. "Director Song of Sanxi Debt. I'm not sure how I might have offended you. And—"
He paused, his eyes flickering between Meng Zhao and Song Yuqu, hinting, "Did you do anything to my Meng family's child?"
Song Yuqu's lips curled up at the words. She tucked her hands into her trouser pockets, stepped forward, leaned forward slightly, and sneered, "You Meng family members are still so righteous. On the surface, you're working for the greater good, but behind the scenes, you do despicable and immoral things. Meng Bujiu killed my Song family back then, and now I want you dead. Isn't that in accordance with heaven and reasonable?"
"As for your Meng family's children, hehe."
"...Master Meng actually acknowledges you as a child of the Meng family." She smiled meaningfully, her expression pleasing and delighted. "What do you think? Hmm?"
"White God of Wealth, Meng Zhao."
Everyone was stunned.
Song Yuqu raised an eyebrow and deliberately added another handful of firewood. "Since ancient times, there has never been a saying in the Sanxi Sect that one of the Four Wealth Gods would be vacant. Since the previous White Wealth God has died, of course someone will take his place. Haha, it seems that your Abnormal Control Bureau isn't very well-informed."
Some scattered images flashed back in Meng Caiyun's mind, as if slowly connected by an invisible thread.
Meng Caiyun snapped back to his senses, staring intently at the young man opposite him, and said in astonishment, "It was you who killed Ying Si!"
The inscriptions on the abacus beads represent the White God of Wealth.
It is the "White God of Wealth" that everyone is familiar with!
Meng Zhao burst into laughter, his expression almost crazy: "Yes, it's me!"
Song Yuqu narrowed his eyes. "Tsk, you're really brave! I asked Ying Si to help, but you killed him. I'll settle the score with you when I get back."
Meng Chengyin, on the other hand, had a nonchalant expression on his face. He spoke slowly, as if watching a play: "It seems that there are many conflicts within your company. After all, it's all the grudges of the previous generation. Why don't you let the children go first, and I'll stay and chat with you slowly, how about it?"
Song Yuqu sighed, "Why would I let go of all the hostages I've painstakingly gathered? Without them, how could I have trapped a hypocritical old fox like you?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't give my life away lightly," Meng Chengyin lowered his hands. "It seems the peace talks have failed."
Gusts of wind rose from under his feet, and as his spiritual energy flowed, a faint blue halo appeared around his body.
"No, no," Song Yuqu crossed his arms, not panicking at the critical moment of being attacked. Instead, he was more relaxed: "Master Meng, did you misunderstand something? You don't think I went to so much trouble to lure you all the way here just to have a hearty duel with you, do you?"
Meng Chengyin put away the spiritual power in his palm and frowned slightly: "Then what do you want to do?"
Song Yuqu jumped down, her heels rustling on the ground. She asked with a half-smile, "How long has it been since you paid attention to the seal on your daughter?"
Meng Caiyun reflexively looked at his arm, while Meng Chengyin's expression suddenly changed, and his aura drastically altered.
His voice was cold as he made a quick decision: "Caiyun, the magnetic field in the southeast corner is unstable. Take them and try to break through it."
Before Meng Caiyun could make a move, Meng Zhao stepped forward and stood beside Song Yuqu, looking at him with a mocking expression: "Do you think you can still get away now?"
Meng Chengyin frowned: "These things have nothing to do with them."
Song Yuqu teased: "It doesn't matter whether it's related or not. I want the whole world to know who your Meng family is. That's what's important."
Meng Chengyin's eyes twitched, but he remained calm and patient and asked, "What did you do?"
Song Yuqu said, "Fang Qing."
The next second, a very faint shadow appeared behind her. It was a male ghost in a white shirt. He nodded, put his hands in a tower shape, and then pushed them away lightly.
In an instant, dozens of "doors" appeared one after another, whether in the sky or on the ground, almost in a circle, enveloping everyone.
Meng Chengyin tilted his head and glanced over the doors, his expression gloomy and unclear.
"Isn't it interesting? These doors lead to anyone you know, but there are restrictions on them, so living beings can't pass through. They can't get in, so they can only watch." Song Yuqu laughed and said, "Isn't it a bit like a real-time broadcast?"
Meng Caiyun had a hunch that something bad was going to happen, so she took a step back calmly, intending to take Bai Heng and the others and run away in the chaos. But before she could take a step, Bai Heng and several members of the Abnormal Management Bureau were knocked to the ground by a sudden and violent gust of cold wind. Meng Zhao grabbed Meng Caiyun's wrist and stood next to Song Yuqu.
Meng Caiyun had just faced off against numerous ghost soldiers alone, and her strength hadn't fully recovered. Now controlled by the enemy, she struggled to break free. She looked furious, resenting the enemy's stubbornness. "Ah Zhao, you've been intentionally or unintentionally trying to prevent me from attending the Dharma Assembly. You didn't really want me to enter the formation, did you? Was it the same reason you killed Wen Caishen?"
The dark energy on Meng Zhao's face intensified, and his expression became extremely ferocious. "Stop talking."
"Since the grudge was caused by the Meng family, let us settle it ourselves, okay? Let the others go. They are your teammates and friends you spend every day with!"
Meng Zhao's eyes were red, and he uttered a harsh voice from between his teeth: "Stop talking!"
"I was born here and will die here. I have no other desires! I just want my revenge! As long as Meng Chengyin dies, I will turn back into the Meng Zhao I used to be, okay? Hahahaha, sister, will you fulfill my wish? Sister!"
He tightly grasped Meng Caiyun's wrist, talking incoherently while crying and laughing, using an almost pleading tone, but his voice was full of morbid persistence. Meng Caiyun could even feel the other person's excited trembling and the strong and complex emotions.
Meng Chengyin's face was cold, and he had already attacked with lightning speed. When Meng Zhao turned around, he saw a huge black wave emerging from the ruins. Hundreds of vengeful spirits enveloped Meng Chengyin, and several Abnormal Management Bureau agents were left with no time to take care of them.
Bai Heng cautiously glanced at the doors that appeared inexplicably around him, and made up his mind to step out of the barrier that Meng Caiyun had just set up.
Weiwei called out to her anxiously, "Consultant Bai, where are you going? We've run out of weapons!"
Bai Heng looked at the phone that had lost signal unwillingly: "I know, this matter has become so serious, my father will definitely ask Lingsu Taoist to come. Song Yuqu just said that it will be broadcast live. I think they may have seen what happened here. Maybe they are also trying to find a way to rescue us. I want to try to contact them."
She paused, "With so many doors, I don't believe all of them can't be used."
At the same time, several people in Liuxian Temple were looking at the scene inside the door.
Wang Suqing stood in the center of the courtyard, as calm as the willow tree. His expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Have your people find the other gates and destroy them before the situation spreads."
"What on earth is Song Yuqu trying to do?" Bai Jingze was apprehensive. Thinking of his daughter in that place, he secretly clenched his fists. "Little Wang was right. Meng Zhao...it's actually him who's been possessed!"
Wang Suqing said calmly, "I've seen the child, but I didn't see anything wrong. I think his fate was shallow, so the vengeful spirit took over his body and merged into him, surprisingly seamlessly."
Martial law was in place in front of the temple. Because of the Meng family's secrets, only Wang Lingqi stayed with the two of them. She stroked her chin and thought, "I used to be Meng Zhao's captain. To be honest, he wasn't this crazy before. Could it be that he's been suppressed for too long?"
"It's also related to this formation," Wang Suqing frowned, gazing around, then closed his eyes and took in the moment. "He's buried immeasurable resentment. He infiltrated the Abnormal Management Bureau. To avoid detection, he must have separated his resentful energy and placed it in the burial ground. Over time, perhaps a new personality has formed. This time, entering the formation has simply awakened his true self... Of course, this is just my speculation."
Bai Jingze asked tentatively, "Then can you open this formation?"
Wang Suqing gathered his sleeves and sighed, "I can open it, but with my strength, if I force the formation open, no one inside will survive."
Bai Jingze suddenly fell silent.
Wang Lingqi rubbed the back of his head. "Hiss, in your opinion, that person who showed up in Qingcheng Mountain..."
"You mean the girl named Long Zhu?" Wang Suqing seemed to guess what she was thinking and smiled. "Xiao's spiritual power is even stronger than mine. If I break the formation, maybe they can still retain their souls. If she comes, the souls of those in the formation will be scattered."
"I originally thought it was the vengeful spirit of the Zhao Mansion seeking revenge on the Meng family," Bai Jingze said solemnly, "I didn't expect Song Yuqu to get involved. She really wants to avenge her cousin and hates the Meng family..."
The eldest son of Song Qian, the younger brother of Miaoying Sanren Song Zhen, is named Song Zhiqian, who is Bai Jingze's cousin in terms of seniority.
At that time, many people with bad intentions came to the Song family for the Queshan Jade, but they didn't know that the treasure had been quietly taken away by Song Zhen. In the chaos, Old Master Song and Song Qian died one after another, and Song Qian's two surviving children went to the Four Great Temples and later followed Meng Bujiu to work.
But after Meng Bujiu killed Zhao Fu, his whereabouts were unknown, and the Song brothers also died next to Zhao Fu's body.
Everyone thought that the Song brothers died in the melee, but in fact, the fatal injuries they suffered were obviously the work of Meng Bujiu.
This matter was suppressed by the Alien Management Bureau and never leaked out. Although the bureau also secretly investigated the truth, it has gained almost nothing over the years.
The few people who knew about it just out of respect for Taoist Lingxuan, all felt that something must be fishy.
But Song Zhiqian's daughter was a strong-willed person. After her father and uncle died, she was settled in Miaoxuan Temple for a period of time because the abbot Song there was also a member of the Song family. Although they were distant relatives, they still had the surname Song, which gave her a sense of belonging and prevented her from becoming a lonely person with no relatives.
However, she soon learned the suppressed secret, and chose to leave without looking back, entering the Three Death Gates and becoming a "traitor" in Zhu Meng's mouth.
After a moment's silence, Wang Suqing sighed softly, "This child has no taboos. She doesn't care about the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues that we pedantic people have. She can stay anywhere and go anywhere. If such a person is determined to seek revenge, she will do it at all costs."
She tactfully told Bai Jingze that Song Yuqu would not care about the lives of several Alien Management Bureau agents and terminate her plan, even though Bai Heng was related to her after all.
Bai Jingze's eyes turned red: "Senior, what should we do?"
Bai Heng is his only child, and he wants to train her to be his successor. He can't let her die here.
Wang Suqing walked around the door with her hands behind her back, then suddenly spoke, "She set up this door because she wanted us to witness something with our own eyes. But a door is still a door, a passage connecting two places. These doors are restricted, so living things can't pass through them. But what if it's something non-living?"
Bai Jingze was startled, then suddenly realized something: "You mean..."
Wang Suqing smiled slightly and said, "Let your cousin come over. He's so young, he can't stay in the mountains forever."
…
Changfeng Guanci Hall.
Bai He also stretched out his hand to seal the door that appeared out of thin air before him, then turned to the Taoist priest in charge and said, "I need to go to Hecheng."
"Master, when the door appeared, I had already dismissed the other disciples," the Taoist priest said. "Why don't you keep it to see what Song Yuqu is up to?"
Bai He also had a calm expression: "Since she wants us to see it, it must be something we don't want to know. It's better not to watch it."
The abbot smacked his lips and said, "What if that's the truth?"
Bai He was silent for a moment, his tone indifferent, his eyes cast down like the benevolent statue of the Taoist priest in the temple, yet inexplicably cruel: "The truth is no longer important. What we want is balance."
He raised his head slightly and looked at the Taoist abbot: "The Four Great Abbeies are the backing of the Abnormal Management Bureau. No matter what the truth is, the Abnormal Management Bureau is definitely biased towards the Meng family. It is not an absolutely fair management organization. It has many drawbacks and makes cultivators who are used to free and easy feel uncomfortable. But we need such a target. Whether people love it or hate it, at least they will not be confused."
"Confusion breeds chaos."
The Taoist priest in charge of the academy smiled in relief: "I will immediately prepare for your descent from the mountain. As for the bamboo studio..."
Bai He also said immediately: "With her here, there's no need to worry."
You really trust her!
The abbot shook his head and sighed, "I understand."
…
…
Meng Chengyin held the talisman between his fingertips and gradually realized that something was wrong.
There seemed to be some kind of fluctuation in the spiritual power in his body, and it was gradually showing signs of disintegration.
not good!
He looked up at Song Yuqu who was watching the excitement on the side, and realized something, and his expression twisted for a moment.
Could this woman...
Song Yuqu clapped his hands and praised: "You are worthy of being the head of Taiqing Palace. This is the burial place of Bai Caishen, and you can fight him to a draw on his territory."
Meng Chengyin looked at his hands and murmured, "So that's what you were planning."
He raised his head and waved his hand, and several "doors" in the distance all exploded. Fang Qing was caught off guard and fell to his knees on the ground, and even his soul became much lighter.
Song Yuqu put his fingers together coldly and transferred his spiritual power to Fang Qing, making it solid again.
"You really don't want others to see what you're going to look like next?"
Meng Chengyin's eyes flashed, and he wanted to attack again, but his body shook slightly and his feet froze in place.
"My spiritual power is almost exhausted," Song Yuqu said with a smile, "How about now, Sect Leader Meng? Do you want to try using your resentment power?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Caiyun, who was being held hostage, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart began to beat wildly, and his breathing became rapid.
An incredible thought quietly formed in my mind.
Meng Chengyin raised his head in silence, his cheeks tense, and frowned as he spoke solemnly, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Haven't you grown tired of being the head of the Meng family for so long?" Song Yuqu crossed his arms and spoke slowly, "That's right. You're just as duplicitous and heartless as that old scoundrel Meng Bujiu. Don't you consider it a blessing to be his grandson?"
Bai Heng hid back in the barrier, his face gloomy. "The resentment has suddenly become stronger. Damn it! The barrier can't withstand it at this rate."
The team members looked at the confrontation on the field with suspicion: "What did the woman surnamed Song mean by that? ... She asked Master Meng to use resentment? Living beings can only mobilize spiritual power, while ghosts can use resentment. Could it be that Master Meng also..."
Bai Heng's eyelids twitched wildly. She looked towards Meng Caiyun's position with concern and murmured, "No, there are still some people who can use resentment."
In an instant, Meng Caiyun felt an invisible force hit his chest, his mind went blank, he staggered back half a step, and a fishy and sweet smell of blood surged in his throat.
That strange feeling she'd felt earlier, while listening to the priest chant the verses to summon the immortals at Willow Fairy Temple, returned. The air around her became thick as mud, and her heartbeat became audible with every breath. The spiritual energy in her dantian suddenly boiled out of control, surging through her meridians. Even her fingertips trembled as she struggled to hold herself together.
She barely raised her head, her vision blurred and scattered - even Meng Zhao had turned into three shadows, each carrying a crazy aura of determination to win. Everything seemed to be screaming, and the sound resonated and raged in her skull. As she covered her ears and shouted, it finally slowly subsided.
Something had entered my body.
Meng Caiyun raised his head while panting, and accidentally met the gaze of Bai Heng and others in the distance, but found that the other party looked at him with fear and surprise.
What happened? What happened to her?
She lowered her head, looked at her hands, then turned away blankly, looking for her father.
Bai Heng slumped to the ground in despair, and said blankly, "...'Evil Punishment Department'."
Song Yuqu laughed arrogantly: "The Heart-Embedding Spell won't lie, so now should I call you Sect Leader Meng or Sect Leader Zhao? Hahahahahahaha!!"
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