Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 84
Those souls hanging upside down on the top of the temple struggled while crying, stretched their necks and arms, and tried to wrap themselves around Wuxingxue like vines.
Wu Xingxue didn’t dodge or block, but just let those attacks overwhelm him.
For a moment, those souls froze for a moment.They opened their bloodshot eyes almost blankly, looking at this person standing alone in the forbidden area of the wilderness.
Strangely, they saw surging anger in him… and boundless compassion.
Perhaps it was too angry and coercive, and they were a little scared.Or maybe it’s the kind of compassion that is as vast as the sea, giving them a moment of peace.
It was a very strange picture——
Tens of thousands of scary-looking spirits elongated their bodies, their fingers tensed into sharp claws, but they stopped in front of Wu Xingxue as if they were frozen, just a hair’s breadth away.
One of the spirits stared at him for a long time, and said blankly: “Strange, I seem to have seen you…”
Wu Xingxue looked at his elongated and deformed face, and replied softly after a long time: “Yes, I have seen it.”
There is a tea shop not far from the entrance of Luohuashan City. Every day in the shop, a gentleman pats Xingmu to tell stories, telling strange stories that are not true or false.The waiter in the store talks a lot, and he would chat for a long time with every customer who came into the store, and he was often teased that he was too enthusiastic.
Once Wu Xingxue cut too many messy lines and didn’t want to go back to Xiandu, so she came to Luohuashan City and sat by the window of the tea shop for a while.The chatty waiter put on a cloth towel and came over to pour water, looked at him recklessly several times, and couldn’t help but say, “Young master looks a little gloomy, is there something bothering you?”
At that time, Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment, and didn’t care about his reckless words, but said: “I am obviously smiling, how do you know that I am troubled?”
The shop waiter didn’t answer, just wiped the table and said: “Young master, if you encounter troubles in the future, come here to sit and sit. We have nothing else here, it’s just lively, I’ll keep you bored.”
The tea was pulled into a long arc by the waiter in the shop. While showing off his skills triumphantly, he said: “Drink a pot of tea and listen to the scriptures, and all troubles will disappear. Just now the shopkeeper explained, I will spare you Tea list.”
He said with a smile: “Heaven and earth are the biggest guests, you can leave when you are happy.”
Wu Xingxue remembered his smiling face, but now that face was stretched so long that he could hardly recognize it until he looked carefully.
And the person who had teased him for a long time, now cried with puffy eyes, and said in a nonchalant manner: “We are so uncomfortable…”
“You know what? We’re so miserable…”
“Can you understand……”
“That’s life would be better than death.”
“Life is better than death.”
……
Wu Xingxue just listened like that, listening to every word.
The way of heaven is invisible and ruthless, and will not care about the life and death pain of a certain person in this world.But the Spirit King is different…
The only blame is that he turned into a human, with ears and a heart, so he can hear all the scolding and crying, and can understand the “life is better than death” and “I’m sad” that the souls said over and over again .
When the absurdity and sorrow are overwhelming, it is anger.
And when the anger reaches its peak again, there is only laughter left.
After all, King Ling is not a human being.
He doesn’t cry, and never has.All his long life, he could only laugh.
The black mist is too thick, the haze is too heavy.He didn’t want to look at the sky anymore, so he lowered his gaze.
He heard those spirits ask: “Why are you laughing?”
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, “…Because it’s ridiculous.”
He heard those spirits ask again: “Then why do you look at your hands?”
He looked at the frost on his fingers, which turned cold and white, and replied, “I’m looking…how much blood is stained on it.”
Lingpo said: “Is there any blood? It’s obviously very clean.”
He laughed again, his eyes fell into the deep shadow of his eyelashes, opaque.”You can’t see it,” he said.
Lingpo said: “Then you can see it?”
“Ah.”
“how many?”
“……Too much.”
Too many, too many to count.
But even though it was hard to count, he remembered them all.
He obviously doesn’t have a very good memory, and he obviously forgets many things at a glance and doesn’t pay attention to them.Only the person who has been killed under the sword remembers it clearly. Every face, every time he closes his eyes, every time he feels those throbbing lives gradually weaken, become quiet under his sword, and finally return to eternal silence, he will always remember it. Remember clearly.
The stillness of death is different from any kind of quietness in the world. It will stop all noises abruptly, and it will trap people in the endless clouds, as if there is no other person except themselves.
So…he never had a good night’s sleep when there was no one around.
It would remind him of the moments when so many people died.
But now, even though there are thousands of souls crying endlessly above his head, he still fell into the silence that only death can have.
The loneliness filled the sky, and he stood there smiling.
He heard the spirits discussing, and said to him: “You seem to have a black fog on your body.”
Wu Xingxue scanned himself and said, “I see.”
Something black and smoky was lingering around his fingers, shoulders, and even his entire body.
The black mist made the souls shiver a little. They were half afraid, half disgusted, and fell into restlessness again.The entire forbidden land was stirred up and trembled endlessly.
“What is this?!” they asked.
“What is this?”
……
Wu Xingxue quietly looked at the black energy wrapped around her body, and replied after a long time: “Evil energy.”
It was a unique contradictory scene in the world – the misty and clear fairy energy and the traces of evil energy appeared on the same person… Appearing on the Spirit King, it was like a great irony.
But it couldn’t be more appropriate.
It really couldn’t be more suitable…
he said in his heart.
Are there more demons in the world who kill more people than him… Why would those demons be beheaded to death with the same amount of blood?But he is sitting on the clouds in the sky, looking down at the world in peace?
why…
Just relying on the Lingtai, does the way of heaven choose good or evil, good or evil?
This is not fair.
Wu Xingxue sneered and closed her red eyes.When he opened it again, he looked up at the thousands of souls and asked, “Do you want to be free?”
Those spirits didn’t seem to understand.
It took a long time before they seemed to understand this sentence, and instantly stopped crying, struggling, questioning and roaring.
At that moment, the entire forbidden place was silent.
There were clusters of flames burning in the eyes of those souls, and they stared at Wu Xingxue without blinking, and fell into excitement and madness after a long time.
Want to get rid of it?
Naturally, I thought about it, thinking about it like crazy!
Wu Xingxue looked at them, saw those elongated and deformed faces into his eyes one by one, saw their disbelieving and ecstatic expressions, and saw them almost kowtow to him to say “thank you” and “God descended to earth” , Say “thank you so much”.
Wu Xingxue said softly, “Okay, then I’ll see you off.”
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Everyone in the world said that at the beginning of March of that year, a wildfire broke out in Luohuashan City not long after the opening of the market. It happened so suddenly that no one could deal with it.
It is said that the mountain fire is raging and raging, and the bright hole is pierced, and it burns for twelve miles.
It is said that when the mountain fire burned, the whole sky was red, and even the moon was stained with blood.
Legend has it that some people heard cries and screams in the fire, with anger, unwillingness and hatred that did not know where to go.
So later people would always guess that it was Heaven’s punishment, it was Heaven’s fire.
Actually not.
The fire was set by the Spirit King himself.
He was born there, loved it, and finally…burned it with his own hands.
For a long time afterwards, Wu Xingxue remembered that scene——
The monstrous flames burned out from the forbidden land, winding down along the twelve miles of lights.
Strangely, he used to always feel that twelve miles was very long, especially for mortals.If you go shopping while walking, it always takes a long time, and sometimes you can’t get to the end overnight.
But it only took a moment for the fire to burn.
In just an instant, all the lively, bright, and reluctant things were engulfed in the fire, boundless.
He watched the laughing crowd wrapped in fire, their flesh shrunk. Even at that moment, they didn’t cry or cry, and even before they shrunk, they still had that kind of smile on their faces.
Those smiles told him over and over again: These are empty bodies, they are long gone, and everything you praise is fake.
The cries and hatred in the rumors of the world all come from those bound souls.
They were very close to Wuxingxue, so Wuxingxue almost watched them change from joy to bewilderment and then to resentment.
They struggled in the fire, howling and cursing endlessly.
They opened their eyes wide, stared at Wu Xingxue through the firelight and shouted: “Isn’t it a relief? Shouldn’t we be given back our freedom? Shouldn’t we… let us live?”
The spirits are in a daze, and they have been bound here for too long, and they can no longer figure it out.
They think that liberation means returning to the body and living freely again.But no, they have been out of their bodies for too long, too long.They… are no longer living beings.
It is a well-known fact that the dead cannot be brought back to life.
Their liberation is actually breaking away from bondage, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and to go to the next reincarnation.But no one likes the moment of leaving.
So they are unwilling, angry, resentful, painful…
They rolled and screamed in the soaring flames, and vented all their unwillingness, anger, resentment and pain on the person who said they would “send them to liberation”.
And that person didn’t move from the beginning to the end, and didn’t even blink, just stood in the fire started by him, watching them silently.
They couldn’t choose what to say and cried, “You lied to us!”
Wu Xingxue did not explain.
Too many people died at his hands, and not every death has an explanation.It’s not an explanation, those dead people don’t hate it anymore.
Everyone who died should hate him, without exception.
So one more or one less makes no difference.There is no difference between a few thousand more and a few thousand less.
They shouted again: “You must die—”
Wu Xingxue smiled.
After laughing, he closed his eyes and replied, “Okay.”
He heard those spirits screaming before returning home, shouting “So uncomfortable”, shouting “I will remember you, I will remember you…”, and shouting “You devil”.
It is not a simple fire that can free these spirits. The fire has a little spirit of King Ling’s own spirit fused into it.
So, as long as those souls were burned, he himself was burned.He suffered as much as those souls died when they died.
But he still stood straight, like a solitary tree in the wilderness.
Enduring the intertwined feeling of severe cold and pain, he raised his head amidst the sky-piercing flames, as if looking at the Lingtai Heavenly Dao through the diffuse black clouds.
He moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice, “Did you see, this is the death of a mortal.”