Chapter 19: The compassionate Holy Father who radiates holy light...
Then, a golden pestle appeared in the spiritual palace, along with its surprised cry.
"Daojun! There's actually a golden lotus in your spiritual palace! Quick, quick, put it on my head. I haven't worn a flower in a long time."
Upon hearing this, Mingyueyi placed Fusheng on the copper base of the pestle.
It fits very well.
When closed, it no longer looks like a vajra, but rather like a lotus lamp holder.
The vajra circled around her joyfully, evidently liking the lotus.
Ming Yueyi took it out of the Spiritual Mansion, held it in his hand, and asked, "Are you going out like this now?"
The surroundings were so desolate and white that she couldn't wait any longer. She felt uncomfortable all over.
Moreover, He Wujiu was still fighting with the fox demon outside. She was worried that his Taoism heart was unstable and he would be bewitched by the fox demon's magic like before and abandon her.
Her body was gone, and the vajra she had used so much effort on was of no use.
Vajra said, "I need to ask you this."
Mingyueyi looked at it in confusion: "Ask me?"
Vajra leaned forward and nodded, saying, "Yes, this is your inner heart. You can go out whenever you want."
Is this what's in her heart?
Mingyueyi raised her eyes and looked around.
Her heart was empty, desolate, lifeless, and depressing to the point of dizziness.
Why is there nothing?
Vajra answered her bewilderment: "Of course it is because you have nothing in your heart that there is nothing. Once you have something in your heart, you will have everything here."
Ming Yueyi looked at it for a long while, then slowly lowered her eyes, her beautiful face expressionless: "Well, I understand."
It doesn't matter whether she has it or not. She has nothing now. Only by returning to her original world and forgetting everything here can she give birth to all things.
"Vajra."
As soon as she called out, a vajra with a lotus on its head floated in front of her and said, "Don't call me vajra. My master gave me a name, Shang'er. If you don't call me Shang'er, I won't come out again."
After saying that, it flew around and landed at her feet, lying motionless. The light on its body was dim, as if it was just an ordinary lotus lantern holder.
"Shang'er." Mingyueyi didn't care what its name was.
The golden light on Shang'er's body instantly lit up, and she sat beside her happily, "Why did Daojun summon me?"
Ming Yueyi asked, "Did you cause the memory loss of those people in Yun Town?"
"Yes." Shang'er admitted: "I want to choose a cultivator with high talent to become my master, so I set up a maze. If the cultivator who comes in can break the maze, he will be in my sight."
It paused for a few breaths, and its tone became quite disgusted: "Who knows, after so much time, there is still no one with good talent. Your eldest brother can barely be considered very good."
Ming Yueyi ignored its disdain for these untalented people and asked, "Then can you see outside?"
Shang'er said, "Don't worry, I'm watching over you. The evil spirit that invaded your body after you signed the contract with me has been dispelled, and your body is now well protected."
Where did the evil spirit come from? Ming Yueyi pondered, could it be that He Wujiu failed to kill the fox demon, causing her to be possessed by the fox demon?
The thought lasted only a moment before dissipating.
Shang'er Fang said that her body was well protected, which meant that she was not possessed by a fox demon.
Mingyueyi looked at the vast expanse of white around him.
For now, I can only think about it after I get out.
Shang'er had just sealed the pact with her blood and now needed to fuse with Fusheng. Yawning, she said, "Master Dao, I need to get some sleep first."
Mingyueyi wanted to ask Shang'er again, but gave up when he saw how distressed she was.
After Shang'er fell asleep, Mingyueyi didn't know how long he stayed there. He felt that his soul was being grabbed by something and his consciousness disappeared.
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In the elegantly furnished bedroom, the gray-white gauze curtains were gathered into two panels by bamboo hooks. The woman lying flat on the couch had a pale face, and her thick black eyelashes trembled slightly for a few moments in her sleep, and then she slowly opened her eyelids.
Mingyueyi opened his eyes again and saw a familiar scene.
This is her bedroom in the cave on Fenjing Peak.
Are you back already?
Mingyueyi didn't know how long he had been lying there. At this moment, he felt weak all over and lay on the couch with his sore eyes wide open in a daze.
It was a long time before she remembered Shang'er.
He originally wanted to use his spiritual power to summon Shang'er, but found that his dantian was empty.
The spiritual power is gone...
Mingyueyi's heart sank instantly.
Sure enough, whenever the plot of this novel world deviates, it will automatically repair itself. Now that she has gotten the opportunity, she has also lost her cultivation.
Mingyueyi got up from the couch, slowly sat down by the window, supporting her chin with one hand, raised her beautiful face, looked at the bamboo wind chimes hanging on the window, and couldn't help but pinching the collar close to her heart.
Suddenly I felt a little regretful that I had blocked the fox demon's attack for him.
But if she didn't block it, she would have no chance to get the vajra.
Neither result is good. The only good thing is that He Wujiu has lost his vajra, making it difficult for him to break through.
Ever since he was diagnosed with a gifted spiritual root and became the chief disciple of Fenjing Peak, everything has been smooth sailing for him, and he has never experienced any hardship.
Even a brave and warlike lion king will become lazy if he stays in a comfortable place without being provoked for a long time and can only stay at his current level.
But later on, Pu Yuemin was lured into the cave and imprisoned, and the two iron chains in the furnace should be almost burned.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the young man in a red blouse and snow-white robe standing in the yard staring at her. His eyes had lost their usual warmth and were focused in an indescribable way.
Ming Yueyi no longer had any cultivation, and his perception was far weaker than before. He vaguely sensed another person's prying gaze on him, which made him extremely uncomfortable, so he looked outside.
The golden light reflected from the branches fell on him, his black hair and snow-white skin looked like a piece of jade that could not be tarnished even if thrown into the mud.
Seeing that she had seen it, he walked towards her step by step.
The warm spring breeze blew up his long, shiny black hair, making her subconsciously think of the scene she saw before she fell into a coma in Yun Town.
The boy at that time was full of strange gloom, but now he is as pure as a banished immortal.
Pu Yuemin stopped at the window, lowered his eyes and looked at her, the corners of his lips raised: "Senior Sister, are you feeling better?"
Ming Yueyi came back to his senses, looking weak, and said with a forced tone, "It's fine now."
"But senior sister, your face is still very pale." A trace of pity flashed in the corners of his beautiful eyes. He raised his hand to touch her cheek, his cold fingertips resting on her eye sockets, his expression extremely focused and serious.
Ming Yueyi's face felt itchy from being touched, and she couldn't help but turn her face away, saying calmly, "Maybe it's because she just woke up."
"Really?" He trembled his black eyelashes and murmured softly, "I thought Senior Sister's heart was missing a piece, and her cultivation level had regressed, so she was so fragile."
"How do you know?" Mingyueyi turned her head to look at him.
Pu Yuemin smiled, his face radiating a gentle white glow under the bright and soft light. "Senior Sister, your chest is now filled with mine."
She was missing a heart and now relied entirely on Pu Yuemin's life-saving magic weapon to protect her body, so he knew it too.
Now that he knew, Ming Yueyi didn't need to hide it anymore. He stepped back from his grasp and asked, "Are you here to retrieve your natal sword?"
"Hmm." His eyes swept across her chest. He didn't know what he was thinking about. The corners of his naturally upturned lips drooped slightly, and a hint of coldness appeared on his beautiful face. "So, Senior Sister, are you free now?"
If he took it away, how would she maintain her body?
Ming Yueyi gazed at the young man standing outside the window, his head bowed due to his large stature. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Do you really need your natal sword right now?"
He seemed confused and remained polite, "Not really necessary."
"Sister, do you really need it?" He said with an innocent smile on his lips: "If you need it more than I do, I can lend it to you."
"Thank you." Mingyueyi breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man was as compassionate as a holy father radiating holy light. "Senior sister, you don't have to thank me. It's only right. I'm also very happy to help you."
Ming Yueyi said: "If you need my help in the future, I will definitely help you."
Pu Yuemin's eyes were gentle, and he chuckled softly, "Senior Sister has said this many times."
Yeah?
Mingyueyi thought about it carefully and seemed to have said it several times.
Once the number of promises increases, they are no longer worth the price.
The young man seemed to be doing this without asking for anything in return, and Mingyueyi had a better impression of him. He thought to himself that when the plot of imprisoning him came, he would definitely treat him well and would not take away his innocence as before.
Seeing that she was fine, Pu Yuemin seemed relieved: "Senior Sister just woke up not long ago, I won't disturb her rest."
Mingyueyi called him in time: "Puyuemin, wait."
He turned around and looked at her: "Senior Sister, is there anything else?"
Ming Yueyi asked, "What I want to ask is how we got back from Yun Town, and what happened to all those people there?"
When she just woke up, she was only focused on acting as someone whose cultivation had regressed to the point of almost losing everything, and she didn't ask how he got out.
Pu Yuemin said, "Big Brother originally went to find his uncle, but his uncle used his body to form a formation to capture the fox demon, trapping it. After Big Brother eliminated the fox demon, it naturally came out. I don't know what affected the people in the town, but after the formation was broken, they all regained consciousness and are no longer seriously injured."
"Then, senior brothers, have you found out if there is any unusual movement in Yunzhen that could affect their memories?" Ming Yueyi asked, wanting to know whether they all knew that Yunzhen had a magical weapon.
Pu Yuemin shook his head regretfully, "We still don't know. Perhaps only our uncle, who has passed away, knows. Senior brother has brought back the remains of our uncle, so he should be able to trace the cause."
The Qingyun Sect has an ancient magical instrument, the Mirror of Rebirth. As long as you put something left behind by the living into it, you can trace back what happened before death.
However, this thing goes against the laws of nature, so the user needs to use his own cultivation to feed it. The higher the cultivation level of the person being checked, the higher the cultivation level of the thing being fed.
She remembered that her uncle was already at the peak of the fourth level. Although he had a lot of cultivation, the people in the sect would definitely check it out.
By then, the vajra will be found...
Mingyueyi quickly gave up the idea.
Maybe it may not be possible to find out, after all, He Wujiu didn’t find out in previous lives.
But she is not the protagonist of the book, and she has no chance of escaping by luck, so she still needs to be cautious.
Ming Yueyi's thoughts turned over in his mind, and he narrowed his eyes at the young man: "Thank you for telling me, Junior Brother. Just now, when Senior Brother and the others came over, I was so focused on my sad cultivation that I forgot to ask them."
He smiled lightly, seemingly not giving it much thought. "If Senior Sister doesn't have anything else to ask, I'll leave first."
Mingyueyi nodded and watched him leave.
Not long after the young man left, two more people arrived.
Li Changming didn't expect to see He Wujiu.
"Big Brother, are you here to see Junior Sister as well?"
After the young man brought the half-dead junior sister back from the foot of the mountain, he had not appeared for several days, saying that he was in seclusion.
He thought that the eldest senior brother was about to break through again.
But now…
Li Changming looked the young man up and down, but didn't seem to notice any difference in his cultivation. He didn't know whether the eldest brother had made a breakthrough or not.
The eldest senior brother has reached the fourth level. If he breaks through the next level, it will be the last level. If he breaks through the fifth level, he will probably become the first great swordsman to ascend to the highest level in the past few thousand years.
However, my senior brother is practicing the ruthless way, and he cannot ascend without attaining enlightenment.
Facing Li Changming's unconcealed scrutiny, He Wujiu remained expressionless and nodded calmly, "The bell rang. Junior Sister must have woken up. I came to see her."
Li Changming understood.
Now everyone in the sect knows that the junior sister had her heart gouged out by a fox demon for the sake of the eldest brother, and now only half of her heart is left. She was only able to survive by relying on the junior brother's life-saving magic weapon.
Li Changming said, "Big Brother, it's time for you to come and see Junior Sister."
He Wujiu smiled faintly but said nothing.
Two people came in from outside, one in front and one behind.
Ming Yueyi raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the two people at the door, each with a different demeanor, and smiled weakly: "Big Brother, Second Brother."
Li Changming saw his junior sister leaning against the bed frame, feeling fragile, and stepped forward to ask, "When did you wake up? Is she okay?"
Ming Yueyi nodded: "Yes, I just woke up not long ago, and I am fine."
Li Changming obviously didn't believe it. He hooked his long legs over the high wooden stool beside him, sat in front of her and reached out to hold her wrist.
"Second Brother..." Ming Yueyi's face changed when he saw this, and he wanted to pull his hand out, but he held it very tightly.
"Junior sister, don't move." Li Changming held her wrist, and his expression changed slightly while he took her pulse. He was no longer as calm as before.
Mingyueyi had just woken up and was very weak. His struggle was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, not even a splash of water could be made.
With no other choice, she turned her gaze to the young man not far away who had been silent since he came in.
The woman's long and thin eyebrows were slightly frowned, her pure black eyes were misty, and she was wearing a thin outer dress made of misty blue snow satin, through which her thin jade collarbone could be vaguely seen. Her long hair like a black waterfall was lifted to one side, and she looked pitiful, as if she wanted to struggle but couldn't.
Very subtle.
It was the first time that He Wujiu saw his junior sister look so weak. He had no desire to help her. Instead, an indescribable emotion rose from his chest.
He thought that the person who held his junior sister's hand, making her unable to move and revealing a touching and pitiful look, should be him.
"Junior sister, why is your Dantian empty?"
A sudden word broke the strange emotion in his heart. He looked at his junior sister's slender neck, which had turned away when she saw that her request for help was useless. Her profile was still gentle and charming.
"Second brother, I, I..." Mingyueyi's face was pale, and his fingers curled up and pinched the mattress on his knees.
Li Changming frowned.
People who practice Taoism rely entirely on their Dantian to condense the spiritual power cultivated over many years. Now, her Dantian is not only empty, but also shows signs of decline. In other words, her cultivation has regressed and she is even worse than a newly-initiated disciple.
"How could this be?" Li Changming asked Mingyueyi, but he was looking behind him.
He Wujiu slowly stepped forward, stopped in front of her bed, and said calmly, "The fox demon accidentally damaged her spiritual roots when it dug out her heart, and her spiritual power has dissipated."
Li Changming frowned, worried, "What should we do then? If the people from the other peaks knew about this, who knows what they would say about Junior Sister."
Fenjing Peak is a place that everyone in Qingyun Sect respects and yearns for. Countless people are vying for a place to become a disciple in the sect. People from other peaks are jealous of Fenjing Peak. Now that a disciple with completely declined cultivation has appeared, it is bound to cause a big fight.
"Senior Brother..." Mingyueyi seemed to have thought of it as well, and looked at him with her snow-white face.
He Wujiu gently comforted her, then turned to look at Li Changming who was standing beside him and said, "Don't worry, as long as you can fill in your damaged spiritual roots and find a suitable heart, you should be fine after filling in the missing part."
Upon hearing this, Li Changming looked up at He Wujiu in surprise.
The spiritual roots can be repaired, but this heart cannot be repaired with just any heart. Not only do you have to find a heart that matches yours, but someone also has to be willing to give it up.
Humans are not monsters and cannot live without their internal organs. There is no genius in the world who is willing to give up his cultivation and heart to his junior sister.
At that moment, the only thing he could think of was to seize it.
Forcibly take the heart and give it to the junior sister.
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