Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 83
More than 20 years is nearly half a lifetime for ordinary people.It is enough to make a yellow-mouthed child joint into an adult, and it is enough to make a person in his prime grow old.
But for Xiandu, it was just a blink of an eye.
During those 20 years, all the immortals performed their duties, as usual——
Wu Xingxue still often received Tianzhao to cut those messy lines, but after finishing his work, he hadn’t set foot in Luohuashan City for a long time.
It was like a kind of secret, he obviously didn’t remember what he saw that night, nor did he remember the anger at that time, but he seemed to subconsciously avoid that place.
And every time he finished cutting the messy thread and wanted to go in the direction of Luohuatai, there would always be one thing or another that intervened, so that he often changed his mind halfway, and either went straight back to Xiandu or went elsewhere.
The two little boys followed him to many places, and he and Xiao Fuxuan often traveled side by side when they had nothing to do.
They have been to many places, many places… the places where the immortal friends used to be in charge in the old days, such as the Great Sad Valley, Fufushan, Xuechi, Jingguan and so on.
That’s not a good thing, those places are either desolate or gloomy.There have been times of unrest, and very troublesome demons have appeared, causing many disasters.
But it is a coincidence that maybe the former friends have spirits. When they passed by, those places were generally considered peaceful, with only a few sporadic pickled monsters, and even without them taking action, they had already been dealt with by the world’s immortals.
Xiao Fuxuan said that those few years were the rare years of peace in the world.
The world always seems to be like this.
The peaceful scene in those years when Luohuashan City first appeared was long gone, and after that, there was a chaos of demons that surpassed each year.Every ten years or decades, there will always be some big troubles, causing chaos in the world.
There are many fairy gates, big and small, and the people enshrine more and more statues of gods, and the incense of most of the gods in the fairy capital is also getting more and more prosperous.
With so many celestial arts, the world should be a splendid scene.But on the contrary, the lives of the people are not stable.
It was clear that Xiao Fuxuan often received the edict of the sky, and those extremely troublesome demons were all beheaded or sentenced by him, and they were sent into the Canglang Northern Territory.As for those that are not so tricky, all the immortals in the world are able to handle them, but it just takes some energy and time.
It stands to reason that if this continues, sooner or later, the world will be able to live a clean and peaceful life without fear of evil spirits.
Once Wu Xingxue passed the abandoned city of the former imperial capital, and when he walked on the remnant broad driveway, he asked Xiao Fuxuan, “Did you dream before you were called?”
Xiao Fuxuan said: “No.”
Wu Xingxue was dubious: “Not once?”
Xiao Fuxuan said: “Yes.”
Wu Xingxue said strangely: “Ordinary people always have dreams, do you forget about them after doing them?”
Xiao Fuxuan said: “Maybe.”
He turned his head and glanced at Wu Xingxue, and said, “Why do you ask this all of a sudden?”
Wu Xingxue said “Oh”, and said: “When you entered Chengguan this morning, when you went to explore the mountains, I heard someone chatting in the teahouse by the side of the horse road, saying that he had a sweet dream. The demons in this world are all It has been cleaned up, there is nothing left, and it will not appear out of thin air again.”
Xiao Fuxuan listened for a while, then said in a low voice, “The fairy capital doesn’t need to exist anymore.”
Wu Xingxue said: “That person really had such a dream. He said that the devil in the world is gone, and the fairy capital is also gone, and it will no longer be hanging above the head, surrounded by clouds and mountains. Don’t the people often worry about it?” One day, Xiandu will collapse if it becomes unstable, will it hit them right? The man said that it is just right that the immortals are gone, so there is no need to worry about it anymore.”
Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyebrows.
After Wu Xingxue finished speaking, she turned to him and asked, “What do you think?”
Xiao Fuxuan thought for a while and said, “It’s actually not bad.”
Wu Xingxue was startled when he heard his answer, and then laughed.The smile was fused at the end of the eyes and eyebrows.He was holding his silver silk mask, with his hands behind his back, tapping his fingers lightly, and the mask moved a little arbitrarily.
He said: “I also think it’s not bad, it’s much better than now. There are no fairy capitals or magic caves in the world. There is a market in the main city, which is more lively than Luohuashan City. The city is full of flowers and trees, and the roads for cars and horses are clean. There is a restriction in three steps, and a barrier in five steps. Everyone can have a peaceful sleep at night.”
Xiao Fuxuan listened to him, and answered the conversation as if chatting: “There should be many birds and flowers in the city.”
Wu Xingxue thought about the situation for a while, and said with a smile: “It’s just right, it’s lively. Don’t people always like to change the name of the city, change the name of the year, maybe there are more birds and the name of the main city will be changed accordingly.”
Xiao Fuxuan: “Change it to what?”
Wu Xingxue knew it was a joke, but half-truly came up with an idea.He said: “The common people like to ask for auspiciousness. If the city is full of magpies, everyone will be able to smile so hard that they can’t see their teeth. Why not call it the city of magpies. How about it?”
Xiao Fuxuan said: “People don’t know, but you can tell that you like this.”
Wu Xingxue let out a “tsk” and flew to the front.His mask is still behind his back, being picked and picked by fingers, and the light of late spring falls.
It’s a pity that the “Magpie Capital” in the chat and jokes that day did not have the slightest intention to come true.
The world is still in constant chaos, even if there are occasional years of peace and tranquility, seeing that it is about to extend towards that “sweet dream”, some demonic chaos will always appear out of thin air in a certain year.
Xiao Fuxuan cleaned up Guizhou, leveled the fields of Jiaming, went to Chigu, and walked across the endless sea.But it doesn’t take long for a place to be clean before new demons will breed.For some reason, it seems that it can never be swept clean, and the roots can never be removed.
They can’t even find where the roots are, as if they were born there.
And in the joke, “There are no immortals and no demons, and everything is peaceful in the capital”, it seems that it will always be just a joke.
Sometimes, in certain gaps.Wu Xingxue would suddenly think of Luohuashan City, and suddenly felt that he was still missing something.But soon he will be distracted by other things…
And then day after day.
For more than 20 years, their relationship with the immortals in Xiandu has remained the same as usual.Those old immortal friends died one by one in twos and threes, and the rest did not have much contact with them.
They still go their own way with the Lingtai without interfering with each other.
I heard that the Lingtai is still like a day for a hundred years, listening to the prayers of the world, but still not intervening much, and occasionally following the heavenly edict to send some blessings.With those fallen immortals in front, there are very few people who violated the rules of heaven later.
There has been no movement in the abandoned Xiantai for a long time, so that people who are still in Xiandu have almost gradually forgotten that there were immortals who were knocked down in the world.It seems that Xiandu has always been like this, eternally constant, never changing.
But in fact, Xiandu has not always been smooth.At the end of those 20 years, it had some accidents, and that night really frightened all the immortals——
The terrible vortex under the south window suddenly loosened that night for some reason.There were rumors that Tianxiu seemed to be injured, and the wear and tear was a bit heavy, so that he couldn’t completely suppress the evil spirit.
So the whole fairy city was shaken for a while, like a high cliff shaking suddenly, everyone was shocked.
But Wu Xingxue didn’t know anything when the gods were shocked, because he returned from fulfilling the edict, and was sitting in meditation with all senses lost.
The Tianzhao that time was also very troublesome, the messy lines were intricate, and it took him a lot of energy.And the number of innocent people involved in that mess was staggering.
Although unlike the casual cultivator back then, Wu Xingxue needed to watch him from life to death over and over again.But after cleaning up so many people one by one, Wu Xingxue fell into a long silence.
After he came out of the chaotic thread, he didn’t speak again, and he just closed his eyes on the couch and sat up in the spring breeze.
The two little boys were startled, hurried over, touched his wrist carefully, and found that it was as cold as ice.
This is not the first time they encountered this kind of situation. They knew that it was the loss after King Ling completed the edict, and this time the loss might be huge, that’s why it happened.
Wu Xingxue had explained to them in the past that there was no need to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
But after all, they would still be sad and frightened when they saw their lord’s pale face.
The elder brother in the little boy didn’t dare to disturb Wu Xingxue, so he pulled his younger brother to the door.The two of them stood guard outside the door, and they could look at their own adults without quarreling with each other.
The younger brother has a more irritable personality and is more flustered when encountering things.He glanced at Wu Xingxue several times, lowered his voice and asked his brother: “Your Excellency seems to be more uncomfortable this time than before.”
The elder brother said: “Maybe it’s because Tianzhao has been received quite frequently recently.”
The younger brother said “oh”, nodded, and said after a while: “But why have Tianzhao become more frequent these years? I remember the adults said before that he dealt with some residual troublesome things. Since they are residual, Shouldn’t one be dealt with and one less?”
My brother didn’t refute, but murmured: “Yes, you ask me, who should I ask? My lord is ignoring people right now.”
The younger brother was persistent, and said: “Then… wait for the adults to wake up before asking.”
The elder brother couldn’t cover his mouth, so he could only say: “It’s up to you, but don’t make adults angry.”
When Wu Xingxue sits in meditation, all five senses are always closed, and the fastest recovery can be achieved by minimizing the loss, so as not to cause unreasonable worries.
So he didn’t actually hear what the two little boys said.But what they said was an idea that he often had in recent years.
What he cut was all the chaotic lines caused by the greed of the world and the power of the god tree.It stands to reason that after he banned the Shenmu, there would be no new ones.
What he killed was obviously the remnants of old troubles, why after so many years, there is still no shortage?
Not only is there no shortage, Tianzhao has even become more frequent in recent years.
This kind of thought pops up occasionally, but it is extremely difficult to grasp, and it is even more difficult to verify.So although Wu Xingxue had doubts, he still acted according to the edict.
But this kind of doubt has been getting heavier and heavier day after day, year after year, and finally on this day, it has accumulated to a peak.
Because there are too many chaotic lines involved in this imperial edict, and too many people involved.
It was really hard for him to convince himself that he had acted in accordance with the Heavenly Edict as the Spirit King for over a hundred years, and so many and complicated remnants still remained undissolved.
But if not remnants, what else?
What else… what?
Wu Xingxue sat quietly on the couch in a state of losing all five senses.He couldn’t hear the little boy’s chatter, he couldn’t hear all the movements in Xiandu, and he couldn’t hear the evening breeze that was in sync with the world in the spring breeze.
In the overwhelming darkness and dead silence, he asked that sentence over and over again——
If not a remnant, what would it be?
What will it be……
who would it be…
Those questions entangled him like a demon in his heart, and every time he asked, the gloomy and sad mood deepened.
It was like a boundless swamp, and he was deeply trapped in it, looking down at himself as he fell little by little and was submerged little by little.
And the deeper he sank, the heavier the bone-piercing cold and dull pain became, so severe that he could still feel it even after closing his five senses.
It was as if it was no longer the feeling in the body or bones, but in the heart and soul, which could not be shaken off and could not be shaken off.
In the past, when the little boy was worried, he would often explain to them: “This is the burden of the Spirit King, and he deserves it.”
Ordinary people shouldn’t shuttle back and forth between the “past” and the present world. He can come and go freely like this, and he will always suffer some due sufferings, and there will be losses to some extent. The same as the erosion of evil spirits.
Everyone has burdens to bear.
“But don’t frown.” He often comforted the two startled little ones, saying, “Isn’t there compensation? See, I can heal myself, my lord.”
He will always bear the pain of that severe cold, but correspondingly, he can always heal himself.You don’t need to be like other immortals, who have to set up formations and pills and soups, even so, there will still be more and more losses.
And as long as he sits quietly for a day or two, the severe cold and pain on his body will naturally be offset, and there will be no wear and tear.He also often joked that this may be a blessing that belongs exclusively to the King of Souls.
Although these words are used to coax the little boy, it is also a kind of comfort for him.
Every time he returned after cutting the chaotic lines, he would sometimes fall into a kind of confusion, unable to distinguish whether he was a fairy or a demon.
If it is a fairy… shouldn’t it bring blessings?Shouldn’t the demon be killed?Why did he kill so many strangers?
If it’s a demon…then why does he live in Xiandu, with such a bright title called “Zhao”?
He would often fall into that kind of loneliness in meditation, until the self-healing power wrapped around his limbs, like a warm current injected under frozen water.
And at that moment, that loneliness will be covered by the warm current and slowly fade away.
He would laugh at himself in his heart, and then think: Look, there are still some blessings.
***
But today is different.
Perhaps it was because of the unavoidable self-questioning, or maybe it was because the bone-piercing cold this time was heavier than ever before, so heavy that the self-healing power seemed to be a bit overwhelming…
Then, the chill broke through the closed five senses, and swept towards him along the soul, bones, heart… all kinds of places, and he was so cold that even his fingertips were stiff.
At a certain moment, Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered some words he heard during the chat…
It is not true that those demons who have heard of raging in the world have no taboos and live a happy life.They also have difficult times, and the evil spirits call those difficult moments the “tribulation period”.
It is rumored that the pain during the evil catastrophe period is unimaginable to ordinary people.
They will be cold, that kind of chill is not the frosty cold in the winter, but that they have killed too many people in their hands, and they are full of resentment, so they are cold.The taste was like a gangrene attached to the bone, which could not be dissipated without being covered, and spread within the demon’s body.
They will still be in pain, and that is not physical pain, but resentful souls unwilling to die tragically, trying to bite back, so they gnaw on the souls of demons day and night, so it hurts.
If the evil spirits find a way to survive the catastrophe period, they will temporarily lie dormant, and wait until they have accumulated enough resentment to make a comeback again.
If you can’t get through it safely, you will experience a kind of extremely painful death – the frost and bone will be frozen, and the soul will be bitten to pieces.
Recalling those words, Wu Xingxue suddenly had a ridiculous thought in his heart——
He thought to himself… Isn’t that what I am?
What is the difference between the so-called “burden of the spirit king” and the “tribulation period” of evil spirits?It was also the bone-piercing cold, the same shattering pain in the depths of the soul, and even… the same killing of countless people.
He was even thinking, if I am also the kind of evil spirit in the world, how many people have I killed?
I’m afraid I don’t even have as much blood as the demons.
Once this thought popped up, it would be as hard as heaven to suppress it.
What puzzled him the most was that he couldn’t think of any reason to suppress him for a while.
Because he is the Spirit King?Because he is a fairy?
Because he has no choice but to do it?
He couldn’t remember who he had told him before, that demons kill people, and some immortal knights in the world sometimes kill people too.The difference is that demons use killing as their practice, and they spend their entire lives endlessly.And those celestial knights only did it as a last resort, and there were only so few times.
But what about him…
Does he have an end?
He used to firmly believe that there were only some remaining messy threads, and one day he would cut off all the messy threads, and then everything would be over.
But now he suddenly couldn’t be sure…
If there is no end to this matter, if he spends his whole life, as long as he is the Spirit King for one day, he will have to do one day’s work.If the number of dead under him is still accumulating day after day, then what is the difference between him and a demon?
Even he himself can’t tell.
He needs something to articulate…
***
The two little boys shivered at the door, only then did they realize how cold it was in the room.The chill on King Ling’s body could not be concealed at all, and it even affected them.
How cold it is!
The little boy glanced at each other, hurriedly ran into the house, looked closely, and saw a cold white on the fingers of King Ling.
That’s… the frost that formed.
Now they were really a little panicked, they grabbed King Ling’s fingers and shook: “My lord—”
The next moment, King Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
The little boy was overjoyed, and said: “My lord, you’ve woken up, you scared me—”
Before the word “men” was uttered, a white shadow flashed in front of my eyes.The bed was empty, leaving only a faint cold mist.
The little boy rushed to the window and shouted, “My lord! Where are you going?”
A moment later, Wu Xingxue’s voice came downwind, and for some reason there was a bit of hoarseness in the blur.He said, “Luohuashan City.”
***
He needed something to convince himself that Shenmu had been completely banned and would not be used to cause new troubles, and that all life and death and helplessness could see an end.
Convince yourself that everything he does will always work.
He wanted to go to Luohuashan City.
There is the stability and excitement that always exist in troubled times, and there is the forbidden place of Shenmu.He wants to take another look.
But when Wu Xingxue was really standing in Luohuashan City, the lights that stretched for twelve miles did not bring him a sense of excitement and stability.Because he ran into an incident while walking through the crowds along the mountain city…
He stood in front of an inn, looked at the crowd gathered not far away, listened to the noisy human voice, and smelled the strong and choking smell of makeup powder in the night wind, his heart felt like falling into a cave of ice.
He saw a monkey-like guy crawling up to an overturned car stall, and explained to the noisy crowd: “Guest officers, don’t worry, don’t scold, don’t be impatient. It’s the rouge from Li Ji’s next door. Somehow, when I was leaving the stall, I encountered falling rocks, which smashed the cart, and the rouge and gouache boxes were scattered all over the ground, and it is clearing up right now.”
At that moment, rouge powder rose with the wind.
Wu Xingxue closed his eyes at that moment.
What the skinny monkey-like guy said, he could pick up the next sentence in his head just by saying the beginning.Because as early as 20 years ago, he heard it here.
Because he met Xiao Fuxuan, when he passed the letter to the little boy so that they would not come, he also used the overturned rouge and gouache as an excuse.
Exactly the same scene, exactly the same people, saying exactly the same words.
There is no such reincarnation in the world, only one kind of thing can exist in the world like this, and that kind of thing is called bondage.
The soul of a living person was taken away and bound to a certain place.Those bodies will become fetters, and they will be trapped in this place forever, a reincarnation for more than 20 years.
Children with a yellow mouth can joint their joints into adults, and those in their prime will grow old.Then repeat the process over and over again, repeating each of these days.
He used to come more frequently, with intervals of only a few months, at most a year or two.Every time I come, I’m more looking at the passers-by in the mountains, or… I don’t know who I’m looking at at all, but just watching the fireworks in the world.
But this time, he happened to be separated by more than 20 years, just enough for Luohuashan City to turn around.
This may also be a mystery.
In the dark, the Spirit King with the long sword in his hand should have seen this scene.He will wake up from a dream when he sees this scene.
He will realize that the bustle all over the mountains and plains is fake, and there are no living people in the Luohuashan City that he once boasted about.
Those laughing, chatting and bustling people who come and go have long been empty under their shells.It’s no different from the actor who folded talisman paper to add excitement.
He was clearly standing in the busiest place in the world, but he clearly knew that this place was actually a place of death.
***
How he approached that inn, and how he found a place in the backyard to enter the forbidden place, Wu Xingxue couldn’t remember.
He only remembered that when he stood in the forbidden place and looked at the scorched earth stretching for hundreds of miles, and countless souls hanging upside down on that temple, the overwhelming sense of absurdity and sadness enveloped him. in.
Look, those people who have spoken to him in Luohuashan City are trapped here in dense numbers.Their bodies were laughing in Luohuashan City, but their spirits were crying here.
This is not the ban he placed, but the second ban behind his back.
but……
Who in the world can really achieve the second ban here, but it is completely unknown?
Will not.
Because no matter what, at least Lingtai Tiandao will know.
Why is there a second ban here?
Because the ban on Shenmu was still exploited, and it was still being used by those who cared.
No matter who did these things, no matter how many cover-ups were used, and how many turning barriers were designed.Maybe he can avoid the eyes and ears of everyone in the world, and his eyes and ears, but he can’t avoid the way of heaven in Lingtai.
Amidst the overwhelming absurdity and sadness, Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered some scenes that he had forgotten at the beginning, such as the chaotic line caused by the Feng family.
And he was swept away by the chaotic lines and forgot about those things. At that time, he was full of doubts after returning to Sichunfeng, but he couldn’t find the answer…
Thinking about it now, it wasn’t that he didn’t have an answer, but that he subconsciously avoided that answer.
Because the answer is too heavy for ordinary people to bear.
Even he couldn’t bear it.
But now, he chased him step by step, and it was inevitable.
Who else can make the dignified spirit king lose all his memory and forget these messy lines?
Only heaven.
Lingtai Tiandao has a special connection with him, and they can be regarded as having the same root and origin, both born from the sacred tree.
When the Shenmu was banned, the cycle of life and death returned to the sky, which became the later Lingtai Heavenly Way.And he, who was transformed by the thoughts of mortals, was summoned to become the spirit king of Xiandu, and he was given the word Zhao.
Although they have the same root and origin, they are not the same thing after all.
The way of heaven is invisible, shapeless and heartless, above the entire fairy capital.
It doesn’t ask about life and death, but about the interdependence of good and evil, and the follow-up of good and evil.Since there are immortals in this world, there must be demons.Since there is life, there must be death.The more immortals, the more demons.The more life and death, the more unwilling people.
Since there is greed, hatred and ignorance in the world, and since the sacred tree still exists, there will always be someone who can find a way to exploit its loopholes.Anyway, at the end of the troubles and chaos caused, there is still a spirit king guarding him.
and so……
He clearly cut countless chaotic lines, but he still received Tianzhao frequently.
Therefore, as long as Shenmu exists for a day, the road he walks will have no end in sight, and the number of people he will kill will not be exhausted.
Wu Xingxue almost laughed out loud at that moment.
He raised his head.
The sky above the forbidden land does not have the endless blue sky like that of Xiandu, but an impenetrable blackness, like a thick fog that lingers all year round.
He squinted his long eyes, which were slightly red.He thought of those faces in the chaotic lines, strange, terrified, helpless, sad…
Either way, when you die, there will be nothingness.In the past hundred years, he has seen so many emptiness that came in an instant.
Looking at the invisible sky, he moved his lips.
He wants to say…
You know, those look like real people?
Do you know how many people like that I have killed in the past hundred years?
He smiled lightly.
Spirit King…
The word Zhao was bestowed by heaven.The Zhaozhe is brilliant.
Which one of him can be regarded as brilliant, and which one can be regarded as the King of the Immortal City?
Those dead souls alone are enough for him to become the most damned devil in the world.
