Chapter 282: The Remnant Soul Enters the Egg and Awaits Nirvana
Lingxiang was playing with the fan in her hand. Although the fan was not opened, one could still see the tattered surface of the fan, and there were some discordant gaps in the fan bones.
Patriarch Wuwei sat aside without saying a word, just quietly watching the steam in the teacup, as if he was extremely interested, and occasionally stirred it with his hands.
As Wuwei Patriarch fiddled with it, the originally misty and swirling fog began to change. Suddenly, it transformed into lotus flowers, which bloomed and melted into the air. Suddenly, it transformed into small animals, chasing each other and drifting high into the sky. Looking closely, the small animals were born with pointed mouths and ears, which were very cute.
The grandfather and grandson just sat there like this, neither of them spoke first.
Perhaps she felt the atmosphere was too quiet, or perhaps she really felt uncomfortable, Lingxiang cleared her throat, but still said nothing, just stroking the fan in her hand.
Just at this moment, a cup of warm tea floated past her and landed safely on the table beside her.
"If you feel thirsty, don't play anymore. Put it down and drink some tea." Patriarch Wuwei said calmly.
Lingxiang did as she was told and picked up the teacup, but instead of sipping it carelessly as usual, she took a small sip and put it down, but she still didn't put down the fan in her hand.
As soon as the sip of tea entered the mouth, the fragrance of tea spread out immediately. Lingxiang felt a sweetness in the throat, and then a coolness passed through the lips and throat, which was extremely refreshing.
Perhaps it was because the sip of tea moistened her throat that Lingxiang let out a long sigh, her brows raised from her fan: "Grandpa, I..."
Lingxiang seemed to have done something wrong. She opened her mouth but stopped again. The words on the tip of her tongue were hard to come out.
Patriarch Wuwei was not in a hurry, he just smiled and fiddled with the heat on the teacup. The heat was about to dissipate, but it strangely shuttled and changed between his fingers, sometimes like falling petals, sometimes like flowing water.
"If you haven't made up your mind yet, then think about it again. Once you've thought it through, tell Grandfather. There's no rush."
As the Wuwei Patriarch played with it, the mist kept changing and gathering, and it turned into a Tai Chi, spinning leisurely in his palm.
This time, Lingxiang seemed to have made up her mind. She slowly stood up, walked to the front of the Wuwei ancestor, and knelt down with a thud.
"Grandpa, if you still allow me to call you that, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
Having said this, Lingxiang's face was already covered with tears. Tears as big as beans slid down and dripped onto her plain clothes, and a bright flower instantly bloomed.
The mist dissipated from the hands of the Wuwei Patriarch. He finally stopped playing with it, but stretched out his hand and gently lifted Lingxiang up.
"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? Grandpa will always be your grandfather, and you will always be your father's daughter. We love you so much and raised such a beautiful girl, we won't let you suffer any injustice."
The Wuwei Patriarch's hands were gentle, yet he lifted Lingxiang up with ease. He then pulled the fan from her hand, slowly opened it, and said, looking at the tattered but blank fan:
"Although he temporarily strayed from the right path, he was still a good child. It would be a pity if he didn't have a good ending."
Lingxiang's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she stopped crying immediately. She looked up at the Wuwei Patriarch and said hurriedly, "Grandpa, you mean, you have a way..."
The Wuwei Patriarch sighed, "Destroying the devil is like wind erosion, turning rock into dust and scattering it. How can it be so easy?"
"So there is still a way?" Lingxiang heard this and hurriedly grabbed the hem of Wuwei Patriarch's robe, "Grandpa, just tell me."
"Since things have happened, just accept it calmly. Why go against the will of heaven?" Patriarch Wuwei reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of Lingxiang's eyes, and advised her earnestly.
Lingxiang shook her head: "The heavens are the butchers, and my granddaughter doesn't want to be the fish. If I don't fight hard, how can I be worthy of my life?"
"This body of my granddaughter has been incomplete since the moment she was born, but she refuses to believe it. She insists on making up for what is missing, only then can she live so steadfastly through all these years."
"My granddaughter is such a stubborn person. If I had submitted to the will of heaven earlier, I'm afraid I wouldn't have suffered the disaster I'm facing now. But even so, I will never sacrifice the lives of others for my own safety."
"No one in this world should be nice to anyone else, but since others have been nice to me, I must repay them."
Hearing this, Patriarch Wuwei sighed again: "Forget it, forget it. Your brothers have taught you well, and Grandfather is very pleased. Since you are determined to save him, it is not difficult."
"Since he has developed good intentions, he is no longer a pure demon. Since he is not a demon, he will have residual souls. All we need to do is collect these residual souls and place them in common objects to reshape his spirit. However, if we do so, it will become karma, and when he transforms into a soul in the future, it will probably be recorded in the Book of Life and Death."
Lingxiang smiled upon hearing this: "Now that my granddaughter knows her own life story, she's already half-demon, so how can she even think of transforming her soul? Since I can't transform my soul, why should I be afraid of that damned new word book?"
Upon hearing this, Patriarch Wuwei slammed his fist on the table. "That old fellow is truly uncontrollable. He told you everything, yet he didn't share the key points. But don't speak nonsense. Although you were born with a fragmented soul, you are nourished by your father's spirit. Although you are not as complete as an ordinary person, you still have three souls and seven spirits. You still have to go through the Ten Palaces."
What?
Lingxiang's eyes widened when she heard that.
Lingxiang had spent years searching for a way to repair her spiritual roots, so she naturally knew some things, but she had previously been unwilling to face them. But then Wan Gu Qiong Cang slammed the truth into her face, forcing her to accept it. But now, it seemed there was something else going on.
Using the soul to nourish the soul is an extremely dangerous method!
Lingxiang was still in shock when she heard Patriarch Wuwei sigh again.
"We've been together for a lifetime, and since I've been your grandfather for so many years, I can't bear to see you bear the consequences of your life's karma. Well, well, let me shoulder this karma for you!"
As soon as the words fell, the Wuwei Patriarch pinched his fingers and chanted: "What is home? Where is home? Why not return home? Soul, return home, soul, return home..."
The broken fan began to glow as the Wuwei Patriarch muttered something. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the room, and lamps and lanterns fell to the ground. The tidy room was instantly in chaos.
The wind was so strong that Lingxiang couldn't open her eyes. She quickly covered her face with her sleeves, leaving a gap. Then she saw that the wind was coming from the broken folding fan.
It is a necromancy, but this method can only be used on complete souls. Xiaobai's soul has already been scattered, so how can it be effective?
Just as Lingxiang was wondering, the wind in the room stopped, but before she could put down her sleeves, another gust of wind blew up. However, this time the wind did not come from the fan, but blew in from outside the room and gathered into the fan.
Looking through the sleeves, one can actually see wisps of broken souls carried into the fan by the wind.
After a while, the strong wind stopped, and the broken fan became neat.
At this moment, fluorescent light flew out from the fan and circled in the house. With the old ancestor Wuwei's shout of "Collect!", the fluorescent light flew into his palm.
Upon seeing this, Lingxiang quickly pinched her fingers and made some hand gestures, then took out the phoenix egg from her Qiankun bag.
Ancestor Wuwei took a deep look at Lingxiang, raised his palm and waved it, and the fluorescent light flew into the egg.
Seeing that Wuwei Patriarch calmly withdrew his attack, Lingxiang hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, since you did this, your cultivation level..."
The Wuwei Patriarch waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, a mere gathering of souls can't do anything to Grandpa."
Lingxiang was still a little worried, but at this moment, she heard Long Qi shouting from outside the house:
"Where did this evil wind come from? It's making my head hurt. Put me down! Put me down!"
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