Gesang Memory
"Danzhu, where did this girl go again? Have you searched everywhere? Didn't you find her in the Snow House or the Snow Lake? Or at Sangji's house?"
Grandma put down the soup bowl, her face filled with worry and anxiety. She rubbed her temples and said helplessly, "Gesang hasn't fully recovered yet. Why is Danzhu always causing trouble? You've spoiled her!"
"Stop talking, it's all my fault! What should I do now? I don't know what a bad temper this girl has!"
Gesan heard the two people's chattering, and his eyes moved slightly: Danzhu, then don't come back forever.
Sure enough, Danzhu's four-cornered felt hat with gold-thread flowers was found in the Gale Wolf Cave the next day. It was stained with blood, especially the rubies soaked in blood, which made it more lustrous and colorful. It was watered with human blood and shone with all kinds of colors.
When the hat fell into the hands of my parents, their hands couldn't stop shaking, their eyes were fixed on the hat, their lips trembled, and they almost fainted from the heartache: "No! Impossible! My daughter, my Danzhu!"
The inner pain made the couple lose their dignity. Their faces quickly turned pale, their legs became weak, and they staggered backward and fell to the ground. No matter how cold the ground was, it could not compare to the coldness in their hearts.
"My condolences, but you still have Gesang to take care of. Don't let your mind wander!"
"Yes, Gesang's parents entrusted Gesang to you, so you should treat her as a Danzhu!"
Perhaps it was the voices of friends and neighbors that worked, and they actually treated Gesan as their own daughter. Gesan, who had been ill for more than ten days, gradually got better under their dedicated care. In their daily interactions with them, they actually found the shadow of Danzhu in Gesan.
In the past, Gesan was introverted and silent, but now he is all smiles, holding his neck proudly, with round and smooth cheeks and bright eyes, just like the Danzhu in his memory.
They gradually felt that Danzhu had returned, and they doted on Gesan and loved him more.
Time flies. Gesang grows up and becomes a foundation-building cultivator. The three of them enter the majestic Snow Country in search of a secret treasure. In a secret place, they encounter a magical creature called "Illusion Heart Grass". It is said that it can reflect a person's true thoughts. Some people can even reveal their inner demons, enemies, friends, and relatives...
This monster has no offensive power, its real strength lies in its ability to attack people's minds.
Gesang was most afraid of encountering the Illusion Heart Grass. She was terrified that her actions would be made public. Before setting out, she spent spirit stones on Qingxin Pills, Guyuan Pills, Dinghun Pills... various elixirs to calm the mind and strengthen the body, hoping to avoid being disturbed by the Illusion Heart Grass.
She had mentioned to her parents that she didn't want to go to this secret realm, but they insisted: "Gesang, you will definitely gain something from this secret realm! Besides, you have just established your foundation, and your spiritual platform is not stable, so you need to practice fighting skills even more. What will you do when your mother and I are not by your side in the future?"
The last sentence seemed to have a hidden meaning. Gesang averted his eyes guiltily: "Dad and Mom, what are you talking about? We are a family of three who are already monks. No one can separate us except time."
Could it be that my parents already know what happened that year?
Did they deliberately let her enter the secret realm and encounter the Huanxin Grass so that the matter could be made public?
No! Mom and Dad! How could you do this!
Can you really abandon a child who is not your own at any time?
"Gesan, you don't want to go. Are you hiding something from us?" The usually gentle parents suddenly spoke in a stern tone, with a fire in their eyes, as if they were suppressing something.
Under their gaze, Gesang shuddered: "No... No!"
"No, we'll leave tomorrow!"
The three of them, each with their own thoughts, flew on their swords and arrived at this secret place. Countless fragments flashed through Gesang's mind, and he suddenly felt a chill. He took two steps back in resistance: "Dad, Mom... I..."
Grandma smiled gently: "What's wrong? Isn't Gesang going in?"
Dad's warm hand touched her head: "Are you throwing a tantrum again?"
"Come in, come in quickly."
"Gesang, what's so scary in there?"
The figure in front of her eyes gradually became blurred, and the face torn by light and shadow became distorted. Suddenly, she turned around and found that the dying Danzhu was in the cave, and next to her was the Gale Wolf biting her calf, with blood dripping, dyeing the white snow red.
Didn't Danzhu say that Gale Wolf meat was delicious? How does it taste now that I'm on the plate?
"As long as you don't show up again, your parents will be my parents!"
"Danzhu, I'm sorry...you owe me this!"
"If you hadn't pushed me into the icy lake, I wouldn't have figured it out in this life-or-death crisis!"
The wind was cold and fierce at the door, and the storm was raging. The little girl had a burned red face and her brows were full of cruelty. She looked at Danzhu who was howling in pain with an expressionless face and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Danzhu, everything about you is mine, and I like it all."
She quickly slipped back home and lay in her warm bed, listening to her parents' anxious voices at the door: "Where's Danzhu? Why haven't you found her yet?"
"Where did you go?"
She stared at the colorful prayer flags on the roof, a delighted smile in her distinct black and white eyes: "Where did it go? Where did it go?"
…
Gesan opened her eyes again and saw the monks of the tribe in front of her. They stared at her with deep eyes, just like hungry and angry wolves staring at Danzhu, pouncing on her and tearing her flesh. Perhaps they heard the cries of their own kind in Danzhu's body.
"Dad and Mom, it's not like that..."
"I was just confused due to the fever. It was Danzhu's fault..."
But the usually gentle father and mother didn't even look at her. Instead, they waved their hands and launched a swift and vicious attack, heading straight for her vital point!
Gesang jumped down, his hair spread out, revealing a gloomy and pale face: "I have been a Danzhu for so many years, and you don't even have the slightest pity..."
"Gesan! You still have something to say! If you hadn't killed Danzhu, how could Danzhu's parents be so miserable!" The person who spoke was Sangji, who had grown into a big boy.
"I should thank you, Sangji. If you and Danzhu hadn't held my head down desperately to prevent me from floating to the surface, how could I have figured out how a person should live?" Gesan's eyes were like ghosts, gloomy and cold, just like the icy lake that day.
"You...what are you talking about!" Sang Ji immediately retorted, looking at the family and friends around him, holding his breath, "You are talking nonsense! Danzhu is beautiful and proud, you have been jealous of her for a long time, it's your problem! It was you who killed Danzhu and caused Danzhu's parents to have no daughter!"
"That's right! Don't believe her lies! It's Gesang's fault! She's a murderer!"
"Peel off her skin and use it as a drumhead. Let future generations remember it!"
"Break her bones in pieces and make them into a threshold for ten thousand men to step on!"
"Chop her meat into pieces and feed it to the Wind Wolves!"
They shouted until their faces turned red. In their eyes, Gesang was an unforgivable devil, a Shura from hell, and they were the saviors and the people who uphold justice.
They swarmed over, and Gesang, who had the foundation-building cultivation, was naturally no match for them. Facing the attacks from her parents, she did not dare to kill them. In the end, as they said, after her death, her skin, flesh, bones and blood were used to make drums, mud, door thresholds and bait.
The secret realm was in a mess, with only the Illusion Heart Grass still shining.
When her consciousness dissipated, she realized...it turned out that she had been doing wrong all these years and actually recognized a thief as her father!
The inner demon of her parents, the inner demon of the whole village is her parents!
When the whole village was searching for the secret treasure, her parents fell into the icy lake. It was Danzhu's parents who asked them to snatch the snow lotus from the mouth of the monster in the icy lake. They fought hard for the weak Gesang!
"After I die, I must give the snow lotus to my daughter Gesang!"
"Please, give our daughter Gesang and take care of her!"
These were the last words of my father and mother. At that time, she and Danzhu were both ill and needed the snow lotus to treat them. However, there was only one snow lotus, so they selfishly gave it to Danzhu.
Maybe it was because Danzhu was prettier and more dazzling than her, she was the sun on the snowfield and a child that everyone loved.
"All of this is fake." What she said about entrusting her son to someone before her death was all fake! It's a pity that she only knew the truth when she died, and she actually felt guilty and didn't resist at all!
Danzhu's parents are the ones who deserve to die the most! All the monks in the tribe deserve to die too!
Damn everyone!
Give her parents back their lives!
Give her back her life!
Gesang's hatred reached its peak! Her eyes were full of blood. If she could cry, she would definitely shed tears of blood!
It’s a pity that she is already dead and her consciousness is about to disappear, so there is no chance for revenge!
"Want revenge, Gesang?"
"Gesang, you are so pitiful..."
“Come here quickly…”
It seemed like there was a voice constantly tempting her. If she agreed to this voice, would she be able to gain power?
Kelsang? Kelsang?
Is her name... Gesang?
No... that doesn't seem to be the name.
She wouldn't kill Danzhu, but didn't Danzhu deserve to die? Sangji also deserved to die, so how could she be so partial?
The tribe deserves death, and so does the Snowland! If the Snowland hadn’t raised the price of snow lotus, then my parents wouldn’t have risked their lives picking snow lotus, and wouldn’t have died in vain.
The entire Snowland Kingdom deserves death! Why did they have to be reincarnated into the vast snowfields! Endless snowflakes, a never-ending cold wind, and endless cold!
They should plunder, invade the warm spring-like plains and rivers! Attack the cowardly and incompetent mortal nations! Carry out all possible slaughter! Use slaughter to defeat the will of heaven, and decide the outcome with the sword!
For a moment, her head felt cold. She took out a banner? A forbidden banner? It shone with a deep, dark luster, and wandering ghosts clung to it. They laughed, seemingly mocking her fate.
The north wind was howling, a faint light flickered in the cave, and lonely souls were floating around, all leaning over to sneer at her pitifulness.
"To kill, or not to kill?"
…
Inside the first floor of the Tongtian Snow Tower, the lights were bright, with no trace of darkness. A female cultivator sat cross-legged, sweat dripping from her forehead. She seemed to be struggling, finding it difficult to make a decision.
To kill or not to kill?
Danzhu is vicious and the mistakes he made are worthy of death!
Gesang is cruel and has already committed murder. He should not make the same mistake again!
But the people in the tribe really deserve to die...don't they deserve to die?
Didn’t Gesan’s parents sacrifice their lives in vain?
Perhaps sensing the female cultivator's anxious mood, the spirit beast bag, which had been quiet until now, moved. A kitten-like head popped out and nudged its owner with its horns: "Qianluo! Wake up!"
"That's out of the question! You haven't left the Frost Blue Secret Realm yet, have you?"
"Wake up! Don't be blinded by evil thoughts!"
These sounds spanned the long river of time, as if exploding in her ears, like thunder falling to the ground.
Seeing Qian Luo sinking deeper and deeper, Chi Zhao couldn't help but bite her, but she still didn't react. Chi Zhao's eyes widened with anxiety, and he made up his mind to connect with her consciousness.
Being connected to the master's consciousness, it can better contact the master, but the stories and emotions experienced by the master, as well as the master's rejection, may damage its soul.
But I can’t care about that now!
"Qianluo!!!" Chi Zhao ran forward desperately and called out to the barefoot woman in the snow not far away. The blood on her body dyed the white snow red, like a long robe extending behind her.
…
Who? Who's calling her?
Qianluo?
Isn’t she... Gesan?
The female cultivator lowered her head and found that her hands were festering, with bones exposed and blood dripping from them. Who cut off her hands?
The bloodstains on the ground were like a gorgeous robe.
No, this is still her.
Every time she waved the forbidden banner, an innocent life disappeared and turned into a wandering ghost to accompany her.
She did not feel happy or joyful in her heart. As a fellow cultivator, she should not kill innocent people indiscriminately. She only killed those who deserved to be killed!
No! This is Gesang's memory!
It's not hers!
At this moment, Qianluo finally woke up!
…
People talk about the seven sins: greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil and desire.
Gesang is greedy for her parents' love and resentful of everything Danzhu has done. But when the truth comes out, she hates the entire tribe and even the entire Snowland Kingdom. Only the mysterious man knows how many of her emotions have been induced and magnified.
Qianluo sympathized with Gesang's experience, and even sympathized with the experience of the Snowland Country. For no reason, they suffered a devastating disaster just because of two couples and two children?
The mysterious person behind the scenes only wants a powerful resentment and the cold-blooded executioner to help him (her) accomplish everything.
All this has nothing to do with Qianluo. She shouldn't become a sharp weapon in their hands!
She only fights for herself and her own ideas, and is not a puppet that can be manipulated by anyone!
The realm of six desires, the dream of seven sins! It has nothing to do with her!
She broke this game!
"Boom!" An explosion sounded from inside the Tongtian Snow Tower!
The door to the second floor opened! With a loud rumble, it was like thunder rolling in the sky!
Qianluo woke up from her sleep, smiled palely, and kissed Chi Zhao beside her: "We succeeded..."
Looking up at the dusty gate that had been sealed for so long, Qianluo felt an unprecedented surge of excitement. Finally, she was one step closer to success! She no longer wanted to be left behind!
As for why the Snowland was destroyed, she had a rough guess. Perhaps there were other secrets in Gesang, but now was not the time to explore this. She had to conserve her energy, break through layer by layer, and reach the top of the tower!
…
In a lush bamboo forest, a man and a woman played chess. The woman held the white pieces, while the man held the black pieces. As soon as a white piece fell, the originally ordinary situation became intense. The woman raised her head, her indifference concealing murderous intent: "This round, I will go first."
The male cultivator lowered his head, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, lowering his eyes and chuckling, "It's not the end yet, and it's still uncertain who will win or lose."
The female cultivator raised her eyebrows slightly, her slender white fingertips brushed across the bamboo leaves, and with a wave of her hand, a scene of a young girl breaking into the Tongtian Snow Tower suddenly appeared in the air.
"Of course I chose a good person!"
"Three thousand worlds, the sun, the moon, the stars, she is the only one who is in my hand."
…
Qianluo didn't know that in the distant upper realm, two monks were fighting for her. After resting, she fed Chi Zhao the strange fire and stroked his soft fur: "Didn't you say you were afraid? Why did you show up?"
"Hmph! What should I do if you die? Don't forget that we signed a spirit beast contract!" The kitten-like guy can be picked up with one hand. He has suffered a lot following her recently. He complains about being tired all day long and hides when he encounters danger. He is still at the foundation-building stage.
"The spirit beast contract can be dissolved. It's not a slave contract." Qian Luo teased his little tail, knowing that Chi Zhao was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. "Your cultivation is too low. Not only will you not be able to fight alongside me in the future, you'll need my protection. It's just right for you to join me in the Tongtian Snow Tower!"
"Hey hey! What!" Chi Zhao's fury exploded. He risked his life to save her! How could this wicked master repay his kindness with hatred?
"Okay, okay, I know what you mean. Thank you, Chi Chi Zhao. You have been with me for a hundred years."
Only after experiencing Gesan’s story did Qianluo realize the preciousness of feelings. There is more than just love in the world. Family and friendship are equally great and precious.
"Hehe!" Chi Zhao was not used to such intimacy. His ears turned red as he struggled, and Qian Luo caught him and rubbed them.
"Second floor, here we come!"
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