Chapter 951 The Ninth Year
In the ninth year of Ye Xiaoman's coma, Zhu Chuideng went to Kunlun Mountain to visit Shi Zaixing.
The Fairy Palace on the Clouds is as deserted as ever. Whether it is the ancient buildings or the mountains of classics, they all give people a feeling of being on the verge of death and old age.
Zhu Chuideng was led directly to Shi Yaxing's dormitory.
After leaving Qing Zhengzong and returning to Tianjimen that year, Shi Zaixing fell seriously ill and has been bedridden for several years. His condition is getting worse day by day and he can no longer get up to see guests.
The disciple placed a chair in front of Shi Zaixing's window and asked him to blow out the lamp and sit down.
The gauze curtain was drawn open, and Shi Zaixing was helped to sit up from the bed. He had a cushion behind him, and weakly and with difficulty turned his head to watch Zhu Chuideng.
Zhu Chuideng thought he had seen a dead person. Shi Zaixing was so emaciated that only a bag of bones was left. Shi Zaixing's long hair, which he once loved very much, now he had no energy to take care of it. It hung down like dry and frizzy straw.
Today, Shi Zaixing is more like a fallen leaf than a yellowed page of a book, baked yellow and weak by the scorching sun of fate, and will break at the slightest poke.
He was coughing badly, and his disciples fed him some blood. Zhu Chuideng then gave him some true energy to protect his heart meridians, and only then was he able to speak a little.
"I never thought... that someone would still remember me, a dying man..."
Shi Zaixing felt a little emotional. He no longer cared about things. People kept their distance from him because of the stigma of him harassing Ye Xiaoman. The only person he could be considered to know was Qing Yuanhu, and they had a falling out over Ye Xiaoman a long time ago.
Zhu Chuideng said, "I recently heard that the Ailao Ancient Mountain produces a kind of resurrection fruit that can repair the broken soul of a monk. However, this Ailao Ancient Mountain is only a place recorded in ancient books, and no one knows its specific entrance."
"I'd like you to help me calculate it."
Shi Yaxing nodded and accepted Zhu Chuideng's commission.
His eyes paused on a certain spot on the quilt. He looked at it silently for a while and asked Zhu Chuideng, "She has been sleeping for nine years and still hasn't woken up?"
Zhu Chuideng said, "She just overslept a bit. Maybe she will wake up tomorrow."
Shi Zaixing smiled and said nothing more. He struggled to take his hands out from under the quilt and held them in front of Zhu Chuideng.
"Please, Lord Ghost, help me untie the restraints."
Zhu Chuideng saw that Shi Zaixing's hands were clamped by a pair of magic weapons similar to handcuffs. He raised one eyebrow and looked at Shi Zaixing inquiringly.
Shi Zai Xing said softly, "Ever since I chopped off my hands and they put them back on, they've been controlling my freedom."
Zhu Chuideng sighed: "Why are you doing this?"
Shi Zai Xing smiled: "That time, my thoughts hit a dead end. I was thinking, how come I couldn't predict her ending even though I'm so good at calculations."
Zhu Chuideng untied Shi Zaixing's restraints.
Shi Zaixing ordered someone to bring a map. He raised his hand and carefully calculated for a while, then picked up a red pen and circled a place on it.
Zhu Chuideng got the answer and left without staying any longer.
Before he left, Shi Zai Xing said, "Please don't give up on her. You must save her. I probably won't see that day."
The disciples rushed forward and immediately tied up Shi Zaixing's hands again. Zhu Chuideng understood what he meant. This was probably not the first or second time Shi Zaixing had tried to harm himself as he said.
The bed curtains were drawn again, and the room was plunged into darkness.
Zhu Chuideng withdrew his gaze, leaving a dying man behind.
Zhu Chuideng then went to the demon world to meet Jing Zhui.
The former tomb of the demon god once again became the place where Jing Zhui was sealed.
On the pitch-black altar, countless black iron chains as thick as giant pythons stretched out from the void, firmly grasping Jing Zhui's limbs and neck. The chains were engraved with dense spells, and the runes squirmed like living things, emitting a suffocating repressive force.
Jing Zhui lay in the center of the altar like a lifeless puppet.
Above his head, a massive demon-subduing pestle hung upside down, golden light cascading down like a waterfall, firmly suppressing the demonic energy surging around him. On the ground, a massive reversing five-element formation stretched across the ground, its lines spreading like blood vessels, constantly draining his strength and feeding it back into the seal.
The entire tomb was like a huge purgatory furnace, where the clash of chains, the murmur of spells, and the whistling of the wind intertwined together, forming eternal torture.
When Jing Zhui heard the sound of someone coming in, his scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness and he looked at the person blankly.
"It's me." Zhu Chuideng said.
He lit the ancient bronze lamps surrounding the altar. The green flames were like ghost fires, shining on Jing Zhui's face, making it look pale and miserable, making him look more like a homeless ghost.
Jing Zhui was not used to the sudden brightness and squinted his eyes.
He climbed up and crawled on the ground like a beast. His long silver-white hair covered his facial features. The light of his blood-red eyes shone through his hair. He looked at Zhu Chuideng solemnly.
Zhu Chuideng stood at the edge of the altar and asked, "Are you clear-headed now?"
Jing Zhui didn't answer and continued to stare at him.
After Ye Xiaoman got into trouble, Jing Zhui went half crazy.
In order to reduce the harm he could cause, Zhu Chuideng joined forces with other powerful men and temporarily locked him up.
Zhu Chuideng occasionally recalled that day in the heavy rain, when Ye Xiaoman's breath disappeared, and all the men collapsed and went crazy, losing their minds. Only Jing Zhui stood beside him, appearing extremely calm.
"Zhu Chuideng, I really fell in love with her."
Zhu Chuideng was at a loss when he heard Jing Zhui's voice.
He turned around and saw that Jing Zhui looked distraught for the first time.
Jing Zhui said: "But why, when I was sure that I loved her, she died."
"She died right in front of me."
A love that can never be expressed.
The others hugged Ye Xiaoman's body and cried bitterly, but Jing Zhuilian didn't even dare to go forward and touch Ye Xiaoman.
It turns out that there really are things in this world that even demons fear.
Zhu Chuideng witnessed Jing Zhui's complete defeat with his own eyes.
He once thought that Jing Zhui was indestructible. All the cultivators in the six realms had tried for thousands of years, but even if they dismembered him, sealed him, and used all kinds of methods, they were unable to completely destroy Jing Zhui.
Unexpectedly, Jing Zhui was defeated in the end, silently and effortlessly, and fell down with a bang.
No wonder the demons have always advocated the elimination of love and affection. The training in the demon cave is centered on despising everyone. A demon cultivator with weaknesses cannot become the most powerful warrior.
Zhu Chuideng sat on the steps of the altar and took out a pot of wine from his arms. He drank the wine in a depressed mood and told Jing Zhui the purpose of his visit to Jing Zhui this time.
"I'm going to Ailao Ancient Mountain to find a medicinal fruit for the little girl."
"Shi Zaixing said that the entrance to that place is sealed with a powerful barrier. I suspect it was the work of some ancient master. I might not be able to break it on my own. That's why I came to you to ask for your strength to strike."
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