Ye Yinxuan didn't understand it. She knew very little about demons and monsters, but she vaguely felt that she had heard this statement somewhere. Could it be from a previous life? Shui Wujun understood, and she pondered for a while.
"Hmm... I heard that it was a bird demon with a melodious and beautiful singing voice? But nowadays, Kalingbinga has long since disappeared. How could it be reincarnated at this time?"
"Well, it doesn't mean that some creatures will be reincarnated immediately after death. Some souls have deep obsessions and wander in the place where yin and yang intersect. Like hers, she lingered for hundreds of years in her previous life. She is not a demon with pure blood. A bird, but... a half-demon."
"Half-demon? This is really rare."
"Indeed. She was the one who assisted the divine bird Garuda when Kanna-kun was dealing with the gods of the southern kingdom. This half-demon is different from her pure-blooded kin. Her people can sing melodious songs at any time. Come on, singing has a huge power hidden in it, and it only needs to be repaired by one's own spiritual power. The stronger the demon's power, the more powerful the song will be. If this half-demon sings a song, his spiritual power cannot be repaired like an ordinary Kalingbinga. , she can only sing one song in her life, and she will die after the song. The first and last time she sang, there was no audience, only one dead person. This is a mourning song. For the dead person, and for herself. .”
Ye Yinyu listened to the more detailed things in confusion, but they all entered his mind, as if they had been buried deep in his memory, and were uprooted after a little mention. In her previous life, she was the red demon bird in her dream. Although she had the answer today, she was not happy. No matter how high or far the bird flies in the sky, he always stands in her shadow and cannot escape. The red color was so dazzling and unsettling that it gripped her heart and soul like a nightmare. Yin Huan felt that the air around him had become thinner. In this colorless cage formed by invisible boundaries, his whole body felt extremely depressed. This was even more uncomfortable than being locked in a room alone.
Past life, past life...the past life is the past, and there is no room for change. It will be a ghost that follows you all your life. But what does this have to do with myself? In the memory, there are majestic and steep mountains, magnificent halls, respectful monster birds and wailing humans, as well as a tall and mysterious man... When Lin Tianshi and Shui Wujun were talking, the strange scenery was one by one. flashed from his own mind.
But Yin Huan knows better than anyone else that these things do not belong to him.
At least not to my current self.
She suddenly stood up and turned over the stool. The unusual behavior caused the two of them to immediately shut up and look at her, wondering what the temporarily ignored person had to say.
Yin Huan trembled and opened his mouth. For the first time, he opened his mouth.
--but there was no sound.
She was even more flustered than before. She stretched out her hand to make random gestures in the air, and then touched her lips. She opened and closed her mouth without making any sound. Lin Tianshi and Shui Wujun stood up at the same time, vaguely aware of something. Yin Huan was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears. She grabbed her face frantically, scratching her fingernails all the way to her throat, and several pink marks slowly emerged.
Shui Wujun grabbed her arm: "Don't hurt yourself! Are you speechless? Don't be anxious, take your time..."
"Maybe it's been too long that you haven't spoken." Lintian Master frowned, "Miss Ye is kind-hearted and is afraid of hurting others. Don't worry, people who haven't spoken for too long will have this kind of situation. It will always be fine. Why bother?"
How could Yin Hui listen to what they said. What worried her was not just that she couldn't speak, but that this feeling of depression deepened her pain. It's like a ghost on the bed. Your eyes are open and your consciousness is awake, but your body can't move and you don't obey orders. Even if you know that maybe it will be better after a while, the helplessness at that moment is enough to make you anxious.
She covered her face and shed tears silently, leaving others at a loss.
At night, Shui Wujun stayed in the house with her. Master Lintian was not here, so he said he was looking for an herb on the mountain that was good for opening the throat. It might be useful after decoction. Although it's not a panacea that works immediately, it can make her feel better. Yin Huan must have wanted to say something at that time, otherwise he would have been silent for many years and would not have spoken for no reason. When they brought Yin Huan paper and pen in the afternoon, she shook her head with red eyes and didn't want to write anymore. It seemed that being unable to speak again was much more important than what she originally wanted to say. For Yin Huan, for the safety of those around her, she could remain silent for the rest of her life. But she must retain the ability to speak. This is her most basic right as a human being.
Now, it's gone. If God felt that she should not speak, why not let her be born mute and take away the things given to her? What kind of thing is this?
Shui Wujun sat face to face with her at the table, with a small candle in the middle. The light trembled slightly, causing their shadows to sway. In front of Ling Huan were polished ink and pen and paper, but she hadn't touched them yet. Shui Wujun said:
"It's getting late, and I don't know if the Heavenly Master can come back tonight. Why don't you go and rest for a while, and I'll wait."
Yin Huan did not shake his head, but sighed silently, blowing out the sensitive candlelight. She was in a daze for a while, then suddenly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few tiny characters on the paper. Shui Wujun took a look at it and felt that the calligraphy was very delicate. It was the result of many years of practice, although it was only a mere two characters on paper.
not sleepy.
"Okay, if you want to rest, just go to bed."
The weak candlelight fell in Yin Huan's eyes, but it couldn't illuminate what was inside. She raised her pen again and wrote two other words instead of "good".
Thanks.
Shui Wujun only said that there was nothing to thank, it was all work and it was due, so there was no need to be apologetic.
So Yin Huan asked again on the paper:
Will you be punished if the work is not completed?
"That's not the case. It shouldn't be, right? I've been acting as an impermanent person for all these years, and I can basically do what the Lord asked me to do. Generally speaking, there won't be any mistakes, and even if there are, they won't cause any bad things. The consequences of what I did during my lifetime...if I miss even the slightest bit, it will be irreversible. The adult also asked me to relax and not deliberately put so much pressure on me. What we received The missions we receive are all issued by that adult based on our temperament and expertise after looking at the situation. Because he is very accurate in judging people, not many terrible accidents have happened to this day."
Yin Quan was thoughtful. She raised her pen again and asked:
What did you do when you were alive? Why has it become the current six realms of impermanence? I was a little curious about these things along the way, but I didn't dare to ask. If it's inconvenient for you, it's okay not to say anything.
This time she wrote more. Shui Wujun read it for a while and was silent for a long time. He didn't know if he was offended. Yin Huan was wondering if he had too many things to worry about when Shui Wujun suddenly put down the paper with a calm expression.
"There's nothing to say. I... I met Master Lintian when I was still a human being. At that time, I had a normal relationship with his friends, but we had one thing in common - he was probably an enemy. Then At that time, Master Lintian was just an ordinary Taoist priest, and his disciple Aluan was still young. There was also a girl, who is now Lord Shuangyue, who was still a human at that time. My partner died in the battle that night, and she and I said a lot. I don’t remember what she said, I just felt... very special. She didn’t regard me as an enemy, and she didn’t have any friends. Although we were not friends, because I didn’t have any friends, So I always felt something unusual and something I had never seen before. They also had a friend with a beautiful female corpse who obeyed his command... He wanted to bring the corpse back to life, and even did it. But at that time, that The corpse no longer contains the soul of the person he was alive. In order to quell this unconventional thing, the master also recruited her to be the Impermanent Ghost. As for the owner of the corpse, you may or may not have heard of it, his name is Shi Wuqi, who is also known as Bai The owner of the corpse is still in the monster business. His shop used to be called the Weeping Corpse House, but now it has changed its location and has been renamed the Eclipse Palace. It’s a legend when you think about it... We are all alive to this day."
Legend indeed. Ye Yinquan felt like he was listening to a book. He only felt that her plain tone told the story wonderfully. However, Shui Wujun was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted:
"Sorry, I don't seem to have answered your question... I was a killer during my lifetime. Do you believe it?"
Yin Huan opened his eyes wide, but was not too surprised. Not to mention the lightweight attire, she still remembered the moment when Shui Wujun used a short knife to cut open the iron lock. She would not be surprised by this skill to say what she was doing. Although Shui Wujun is cold, he has an indescribable gentleness in his words and deeds. It is difficult for her to directly associate the word killer with him.
"The outfit I wear now is pretty much the same as when I was alive. Although it doesn't look complicated, it is full of hidden weapons. My partner once joked with me before he was alive, saying that we are all hedgehogs wrapped in a piece of cloth. Whoever speaks will be unlucky. Are your eyes questioning my identity? They are not new. Hundreds of years have passed, and time can change a lot. Some people tend to go crazy in their long lifespan, while others are looking for the truth in infinite time. It’s up to you how to use it. Time is something that everyone has but is rare. Not to mention it’s hard-earned, and you don’t even have to find where it came from.”
Shui Wujun started talking more. She didn't actually keep talking along the way, it was just that she didn't speak, so it seemed that only Shui Wujun was talking. Yin Huan felt much better now. She held her face and listened quietly to Shui Wujun's words.
"I have killed many people." She said calmly, "Are you afraid?"
Yin Huan shook his head.
"Whether you believe it or not, whether you are afraid or not, I have indeed done this. Almost all of those people have nothing to do with me and are part of the mission. If I don't kill them, I won't be able to live. There are many bad people and many good people under our hands. , we have to treat everyone equally. The lives of others are not just money, but also our own lives. And these two knives..."
Shui Wujun took off the knives from the rings on both sides of his waist. The colors and styles of the two scabbards are different, but it can be seen that the workmanship is similar. One of them is more refined and may have been finished later. They are old but well maintained. The exquisite Yin Quan had seen it before, and it was exactly the sword with uneven cross-sections. Shui Mujun pulled it out first in front of her, confirming her memory.
Mizuwu-kun took out another one.
It was still a broken knife.
Yin Huan was stunned and didn't understand what was going on. Why are both of her weapons incomplete? Yin Huan leaned forward and watched the other person hold the knife in his hand, staring at it with the same expression as the previous one. However, Yin Huan saw clearly that the broken part of this knife was smooth and neat, and it was a horizontal knife.
There were two scabbards placed in front of Shui Wujun, and two parallel broken knives placed on the left and right. She pointed at the sword and said:
"This is my brother's pistol. We usually fight together. After he died, I used it alone. Later, I fought with the man who killed him, blocked the fatal blow, and broke it. And this pistol... "She paused, "It was the enemy's sword, the hand of Lord Shuangyue - this sword was broken by the Demon-Sealing Blade. After that, I walked far away, to a place where no one knew me, carrying a knife covered with blood. His hand lived to middle age. I died... There was no ghost chasing me, no old friend calling me, and I didn’t need any special reason. I think I didn’t want to escape, I wanted to atone for my sins. I saw the man Sir, I was told that my sins should be repaid by my own way, so I agreed. It would be better to say that I got what I wanted."
Across the light, Yin Quan stared blankly at her calm, unruffled face.
In her eyes, there is only plainness, only the human world accumulated over hundreds of years.
The remaining blood is pure, and both hands are empty; one hand is full of love, and the other is thick with hatred. One sword cuts love apart, one sword cuts hatred for a long time.
All the mundane things that cannot be escaped from the world of mortals are all dull and indifferent, and there is nothing to talk about and it is understandable. The joy of life, the sorrow of old age, the pain of illness, the sorrow of death, the deepness of love, the deepness of hatred, and the lack of what you want. Where the roots take root, the four elements of color and yin are not harmonious, receiving the yin, accepting and distinguishing, thinking about the yin and pursuing each other, The yin of action arises to create various karma, and the yin of consciousness causes confusion and karma. This is the blazing of the five yin.
It is called the eight sufferings.
