Chapter 107 The God Who Knows Where the Wind Comes Has Gone Mad!?
The land of Kyushu is in turmoil.
The Xuanqing Palace was besieged by demons. The disciples who resisted were brutally disemboweled by the tiger demon, their bones and intestines spilling blood everywhere. In mid-July, the sun bleeds through the area, and the air is thick with a stench.
The tiger demon hung the body of Sect Leader Chu on the walls of the sect, and a hundred days later, he was still not laid to rest.
—A reign of terror and bloodshed ensued throughout the land.
Heng Qichun paused for a moment outside Xuanqing Palace, his expression indifferent, his misty white clothes and hair almost blending into the vast mountain mist.
After a long while, something in his arms stirred restlessly, and then a Pixiu cub, now much larger, poked its head out and looked up at him, asking, "Shushu?"
Aren't you going in?
"I'm not going in."
Upon receiving a negative answer, the Pixiu cub was somewhat puzzled, but then it thought of another possibility. The entire beast, bracing itself against Heng Qichun's arm, jumped up excitedly, its eyes lighting up instantly.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh?!"
Are we going to find the wolf?!
Heng Qichun ruthlessly interrupted the little beast's daydreams, "I'm not going."
"call out……"
Heng Qichun already knew what Pixiu was going to ask next. For some reason, he always felt that this little thing's temperament was somewhat like Lou Yan's.
Clingy and annoying, always insisting on getting to the bottom of everything.
When all is well, it must be allowed to play less with Louyan. Heng abandoned his spring thoughts.
“I’m not going, that’s all. There’s no reason why,” he said.
Seeing the Pixiu cub droop its head in his arms, looking as if it had suffered a great injustice, Heng Qichun couldn't help but feel a little tenderness in his heart.
He sighed, reached out and stroked the back of the Pixiu's neck, and asked, "I'm going to see a friend at Four Elephant Mountain, are you coming?"
The little Pixiu tilted its head, pondered seriously for a while, then lowered its head and spat a gold ingot into Heng Qichun's hand, signifying that the beast was willing to believe in you.
"call out!"
go!
Heng Qichun smiled faintly, put away the gold ingot, then pressed the back of the little beast's neck to let it hide back in his arms, and rode his sword towards Mount Sixiang.
As they turned around, a faint lotus-like divine light enveloped the entire Xuanqing Palace, washing away the bloodstains scattered on the ground. The loss of virginity of Sect Leader Chu and many disciples was concealed by the divine light, and then turned into dust returning to the earth.
Four Elephant Mountain.
Since the appearance of the Qin Mirror, the Xuanwu has fallen, and evil spirits have roamed the Four Symbols Mountain, leaving nothing but barren land wherever they go.
The miasma on the mountain was too heavy, so Heng Qichun only flew down the mountain on his sword before stopping his immortal technique and carrying the Pixiu all the way up the mountain on foot.
They didn't encounter any monsters along the way, but the mountain path was steep, long, and rugged. By the time they reached the top, a thin layer of sweat had appeared on Heng Qichun's forehead.
So the Pixiu cub poked its head out again, staring at his sweaty forehead and the few strands of white hair stuck to it, pondering for a long time with a lot of doubt, before finally asking the most valuable question it had asked in many years.
—Gods have no tears or sweat, and do not eat grains or cereals, so why are the deities not like that?
Heng Qichun paused.
That overly handsome face was shrouded in the misty mountains, with clear and gentle features, and skin that had a sickly pallor.
Then a gust of wind swept by, the mist dissipated, revealing an inch of flesh and skin no different from that of ordinary people.
He didn't look at the little beast in his arms, but stared at the Yi Emperor's Mausoleum that was so close at hand. After a moment, he smiled wryly, "I don't know either."
"But my friend might know."
His words piqued the curiosity of the Pixiu cub, and it immediately stopped asking any more questions, fearing that too many questions would hinder Heng Qichun's visit to his friend.
Upon reaching the Four Symbols Mountain, the ghostly aura grew even stronger.
The entire Yi Emperor's Mausoleum was shrouded in a thick ghostly aura, appearing desolate and gloomy from afar, but one could smell the scent of the underworld only upon closer inspection.
Seeing that the Pixiu cub was displeased, Heng Qichun silently cast a common immortal spell, and a divine fragrance of lotus blossoms instantly spread out.
Stepping over a pile of withered bones, we entered the mausoleum, passed through a long and winding passageway, and finally stopped in front of a coffin covered with cobwebs.
His robe was stained with dust, like a corner of a god who had accidentally fallen to earth.
He didn't gamble with his divine bones anymore, but simply raised his hand and made a trivial incantation.
—The myriad souls guide the way, opening the gates of the netherworld.
"open!"
The moment the words fell, Pixiu felt a darkness before its eyes and instinctively clung to Heng Qichun's arm. After a dizzying sensation, the tip of its nose seemed to touch an even more intense and turbulent ghostly aura.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky above me was a leaden gray.
Pixiu is an ancient mythical beast, and having cultivated at Luduan Gate for many days, it's obvious even to a fool that it's now in the underworld.
It's that legendary underworld, cast in magma, filled with ghostly flames, where every step you take feels like stepping on bones!
But it's also somewhat different.
On this day, there were no underworld messengers to guide the way, no boats to ferry the ghosts; only at the end of the road to the underworld stood a hunched old woman.
The fire in the stove was blazing, and several strange red butterflies were hovering around it.
The old woman waited quietly until Heng Qichun approached, then bowed and ladled out a bowl of Meng Po soup, saying, "Please drink this soup, forget your past life, and be reborn into a good destiny."
Heng Qichun stared at the bowl of soup, his brow furrowing deeply.
Pixiu clearly felt the taut muscles on the deity's arm. It subconsciously felt puzzled, so it leaned its head over and sniffed the soup in the bowl. Then it looked up, looked at Heng Qichun with a relieved expression, and whispered a few times in his ear.
Rest assured, Your Majesty, it is indeed just an ordinary bowl of Meng Po soup. Ordinary people will forget their past lives after drinking it, but Your Majesty is a supreme deity, and your divine bones can offset this. This soup will not have any effect on Your Majesty!
Heng Qichun didn't move, his deep, unwavering eyes fixed on the swaying bowl of Meng Po soup, instantly conjuring up countless images.
Amidst the swirling snow, he was carried on Lou Yan's back, struggling forward. The demons attacked from both sides, but he managed to grab the little wolf's tail.
On the bamboo couch at Mount Sixiang, his clothes were about to fall off. Bathed in the warm glow of the sun talisman, he was preoccupied with why the little wolf refused to sleep in the same bed with him.
Even Nyokiyama...
Heng Qichun blushed, almost wanting to suck blood, and angrily closed his eyes.
Meng Po, just like last time, began to urge him: "Please drink this soup quickly, forget your past life, and be reborn into a good destiny!"
Heng Qichun raised his hand and knocked over the ceramic bowl.
The black-tinged medicinal soup splashed up at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, then leaped into the boiling magma, creating a scorching ripple.
To hell with doing good deeds early!
The earthenware bowl shattered into pieces on the ground, creating a loud, booming sound.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment.
Two wandering ghosts on the riverbank stared wide-eyed, the underworld guards in the distance were restless, and even the Pixiu cubs clung tightly to Heng Qichun's arm in fear.
The god has gone mad!?
Only Meng Po, who was nearby, did not move. After a moment, she slowly turned around, took a new ceramic bowl from the shelf, and handed a new bowl of Meng Po soup to Heng Qichun.
"Please hurry..."
“Let the magpie know the wind and come to see me,” Heng Qichun interrupted him.
A silence.
Meng Po, holding a ceramic bowl, froze. The underworld officials in the distance suddenly turned their heads, and the ghosts who had been exposed shrank back in fear.
Did I hear that right? Who did that person just call out to?
The magpie knows the wind?!
—That's the Yi Emperor! Their King of the Underworld!
The crowd reacted in various ways, with the young Pixiu showing the strongest reaction.
The little creature used its ancient divine beast brain to search through ancient books, and finally found a few words in an ancient book from seven hundred years ago:
Que Zhifeng, son of a human emperor, was born to a mother of low birth who was disliked by his father and banished to the cold palace from a young age.
They gnawed on animal bones, begged for food, and sought a way to survive at the feet of their imperial brother and slaves.
When Que Zhifeng was eight years old, demons ran rampant in the palace, and the human world sought help from the Eighteen Realms to capture the demons from the southern mountain.
The details of the incident are unknown, but after this, Que Zhifeng was taken back to the Eighteen Realms by Nanyu Mountain, where he became a disciple of Nanyu Mountain and Heng Qichun, and cultivated Taoism to eliminate demons until he was twenty-three years old.
At the age of twenty-three, a decree of accession was sent from the human realm, establishing Que Zhifeng as the new emperor.
On that very day, Que Zhifeng had a huge argument with Nanyushan, bid farewell to the Eighteen Realms, rushed to the palace, personally killed his elder brother who was possessed by demons and his dying father, slaughtered all the palace servants who had humiliated him, and sat on the throne, commanding a hundred responses with his every command.
In the dead of night, his immortal bones were removed, his elixir was extracted, and his meridians were destroyed by Nanyu Mountain.
The book does not record how he died, but only states that after Que Zhifeng died, he refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation. He used his depleted veins to gather the spirits of the dead he had killed in his previous life, and with countless ghostly energies, he became the ruler of the underworld and the new king of the underworld.
The beasts sighed in dismay.
The Pixiu cub couldn't help but let out a "whoosh" sound, its tone full of sorrow and sigh.
etc……
He suddenly stiffened, raised the scales on his body to prop up his head and look at Heng Qichun.
No wonder the deity could so openly summon the barbarian emperor.
Brothers in the same sect...
The old woman who had been serving Meng Po soup at the Naihe Bridge for hundreds of years did not heed Heng Qichun's instructions to invite the Yi Emperor, but with such a commotion, it would be difficult for the Yi Emperor not to know.
In a moment, Pixiu felt that it suddenly understood the deity. It blinked, chose to burrow back into Heng Qichun's arms and wait silently. After counting to just over three hundred in its mind, it successfully heard footsteps coming from not far away.
The Pixiu immediately perked up and struggled to climb onto Heng Qichun's arm to peek out. Sure enough, it saw the figure being escorted by ten thousand ghosts.
He was a very young man.
She wore a white, light gauze dress, her long hair cascading down, which accentuated her exceptionally pale and delicate face.
As he approached, the faint dark circles under his eyes made him appear even more sickly and gloomy.
Soon, the Pixiu cub heard the man speak, but it was directed at Heng Qichun: "Why is Senior Brother so fierce as soon as he arrives? Look how scared they are."
Heng Qichun glanced indifferently at the old woman who was still intently guarding the pot of Meng Po soup, and couldn't help but chuckle as he looked away, asking her, "Can you stop being so cheeky?"
Que Zhifeng spread his hands, feigning innocence.
The underworld officials nearby had already wisely led the surrounding souls away, leaving only the oblivious Meng Po.
After a long silence, Que Zhifeng spoke again amidst the bubbling sound of the Meng Po soup, "Why did you suddenly come here, Senior Brother?"
"Que Zhifeng." Heng Qichun called his name. "Don't think I don't know that you've been using your shattered mirror to spy on the affairs of the Upper Five Realms."
He reached out and tapped the two dark circles under Que Zhifeng's eyes, which were caused by the depletion of spiritual energy, and asked in return, "Since you know everything, how dare you ask a question you already know the answer to?"
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