Chapter 282 I Want to Return to Secular Life
Jing Zhui left behind the key information, disappeared into thin air, and went to find the next person.
Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming were fighting when they took a break. Ji Wenyi held up the photo ball, and Ji Weiming held up the sword, and they watched from closer.
The two men lost their composure when they saw Ye Xiaoman in danger.
Ji Wenyi said: "Paper and pen."
Ji Weiming immediately asked the palace servants to move the desk over.
He picked up the brush and, following Ji Wenyi's instructions, depicted the shadow of the mountain that Ye Xiaoman was sucked into on the rice paper.
Ji Wenyi took out the map of the ghost world and compared it, and found that it overlapped with the mountain range of the Sad Soul Mountain in the north.
This confirmed that the information given by the mysterious person was correct, and also determined the approximate location where Ye Xiaoman disappeared.
Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming looked at each other.
The situation was urgent, so they chose to be brothers again for a short while.
Ji Wenyi revoked the imperial decree that had imprisoned Ji Weiming for life. "Weiming, take my token and rush to the ghost realm. Contact the ghost master and convince him to open the ghost gate and release him."
"I will reunite with you as soon as I have dealt with the urgent matters in the imperial capital."
The ghost realm is not open to the public except during the Ghost Festival. This iron rule has never changed since the day the ghost realm came into existence between heaven and earth.
The two brothers were in a heavy mood, knowing that this journey would be full of difficulties.
Ji Weiming took a copy of the map of the ghost world with him and said, "The ghost master will not agree easily. We should think of other countermeasures."
Ji Wenyi said: "First we must use courtesy, then force. We must rescue Abao."
Ji Weiming, who had been sternly looking at Ji Wenyi and calling him by his name, said, "My Royal Brother, what you said is very true. I will set off immediately."
Jing Zhui rushed to find Jiaying.
When Jiaying's carriage was on its way back to Yongning Temple, the busy street suddenly became empty and the surroundings were as dark as midnight. The Qilin monster pulling the carriage stopped and stood still in fear, refusing to move no matter how the monks tried to drive it away.
"It's a ghost." The monks hurriedly took out their Buddhist beads and chanted scriptures to exorcise the evil spirits.
Jiaying in the carriage remained in a meditative posture, looking coldly ahead.
Suddenly, the scenery around him distorted. He was standing on the surface of a black river, with bright red flowers of hell swaying on both sides of the river bank.
Jiaying's spotless white monk robes appear particularly holy amidst the rich colors.
In front, a man wearing a strange mask waded through the water.
Jiaying knew he was Jing Zhui.
Since childhood, Jing Zhui has appeared in his dreams countless times, asking him for his heart.
Jiaying always responded indifferently, without looking away. After he silently recited the Suppression Sutra, Jing Zhui's afterimage would disappear.
During today's meeting, Jing Zhui did not ask for his heart as soon as he touched him.
Jiaying chanted scriptures to exorcise evil spirits, and Jing Zhui circled around him in a good mood.
Jiaying heard the sound of Jing Zhui's healthy and strong heartbeat coming from his empty chest.
As a container, he naturally recognized that this was the heart of the demon.
Jiaying stopped turning the prayer wheel.
His dull expression finally showed some emotion, and he suddenly looked at Jing Zhui: "You got the heart back, what did you do to her?"
Jing Zhui said speechlessly under his mask, "Your first reaction was that I stole her?"
Couldn't it have been presented to him by his loyal subordinates?
Jiaying really didn't doubt Ye Xiaoman for even a second.
Once again, the demon god subtly felt that his dignity was being trampled upon.
Jiaying didn't want to say anything and just started taking action.
Jing Zhui flew backwards on the water, and several attacks exploded under his feet one after another like skipping stones, stirring up huge waves in the Black Water River. The demons hiding and howling in the river were frightened into silence.
"Don't get excited. I'm not here to fight with you today."
Jiaying raised his hand and caught the photo ball thrown by Jing Zhui.
When he saw Ye Xiaoman drifting to the ghost world, he looked worried.
Jing Zhui lingered next to Jiaying again.
"In the past, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great vow: he would not attain Buddhahood until hell was empty."
"Monk, will you clear out the ghosts of hell for the one you love?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
After Jing Zhui finished speaking, his figure gradually became thinner.
He notified Ye Xiaoman's man on her behalf. He had done his best for Ye Xiaoman.
Next, whether anyone will come to rescue her depends on her luck.
Before leaving, Jing Zhui completely severed the blood pact with Jiaying.
From then on, he was him and Jiaying was Jiaying.
Lan Yin Xu Guo, all is clear.
The Son of God no longer bears the heavy burden of sacrifice.
He no longer had to endure Jiaying making his heart pound every day.
Love will only corrode the will of the devil.
"Son, you are free."
After Jing Zhui left, Jiaying returned to the carriage.
The bustling world outside the car window is back.
The monks breathed a sigh of relief and drove the Qilin beast forward.
Jiaying held the photo ball given by Jing Zhui, his palms trembling slightly.
There is no doubt that he will go to save Ye Xiaoman.
Jiaying had originally planned to elope with Ye Xiaoman after the ceremony.
He has already figured out a way to remove the demon's heart from the body and seal it.
According to the plan, he would fake his death and seal the Heart of the Demon in Yongning Temple. After the next Holy Son was born, his contract with the Demon would automatically terminate.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. The remaining soul of the demon god took back the heart, and he gained freedom ahead of time.
At this point, he had no reason to stay in Yongning Temple.
He wanted to resign from the position of Holy Son, return to secular life, and be with Ye Xiaoman openly.
For the rest of his life, he lived the life he truly desired and lived out his true self.
Tomorrow... no, he will leave today to find Ye Xiaoman.
Jiaying made up his mind.
Buddha's small world.
Inside the Tongtian Pagoda, the Buddhas of Yongning Temple stared at each other after hearing Jiaying's resignation.
They were gloating a while ago because the two little brats of the Ji family had given their ancestors a lot of trouble, and it turned out that their own Buddhist disciples were no less troublesome.
Although Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming fought and quarreled, they were willing to work hard in the end, so Jiaying simply gave up.
The ancestors were greatly disappointed.
"Holy Son, your inadequate precautions led to the loss of the Demon God's Heart. Now, the six realms are in turmoil because of your dereliction of duty. Not only have you failed to find a way to remedy the situation, but you are taking advantage of the opportunity to abandon it and pursue your so-called petty love affairs."
They were heartbroken.
"You are selfish and obsessed with your own interests. You have abandoned all living beings in the world and have wasted all our painstaking efforts in cultivating you."
Jiaying allowed the bombardment of criticism to engulf him, but he remained as still as a Bodhi leaf and a mountain.
"My state of mind is no longer suitable for the glorious position of the Holy Son."
"My departure is the most responsible thing to do for the Divine Realm and all living beings."
"I am merely resigning from my position as Holy Son. If the common people need me in the future, I am willing to contribute my humble efforts..."
The ancestors interrupted Jiaying.
"Holy Son, stop talking nonsense!"
Inside the Buddhist temple, countless Vajra statues thousands of feet tall lowered their heads and glared at Jiaying who was standing beneath them.
"Born as a Holy Son, and in death as a Holy Son. This has been the rule of Yongning Temple for thousands of years, and no one can change it."
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