Half an hour later.
Zhixi hurried to the top floor of the library.
For a while, she looked at Yang Jiao intently and pursed her lips slightly:
"Is this the love brain you once told me?"
Yang Jiao smiled brightly and asked:
"For the sake of so-called love, you seek life and death. If you don't have a love brain, what else could it be?"
Zhixi was helpless and distressed:
"Seeing that Yan Dan was about to go down to earth and experience calamity, leaving the heaven that has become a place of right and wrong, but I never expected that she would jump off the Wuqiao."
"Fortunately, she was rescued by Ying Yuan. Plus, not far from Wu Bridge is Ye Wangchuan, so entering the mortal world is not a bad thing."
Yang Jiao raised his eyes and said:
"There is a world of life, a land of death, and the land of the dead is called Wangchuan. And because it is always dark in the land of Wangchuan, it is named Night Wangchuan."
"The dead who come here can only enter the underworld, enter the mortal world, and be reincarnated after passing through the River of Forgetfulness and erasing their past lives."
"Then do you think that with Yan Dan's affectionate and unrepentant love mind, the road across the river will really be smooth?"
"Succeeded in forgetting past feelings and reincarnated?"
Zhixi frowned:
"I have read books about the Night Forgetting River. Most people can cross the river that day. Even if a small number of people cannot forget their past soon, it can take anywhere from a few decades to a few hundred years to cross the river. success."
A strange look flashed in Yang Jiao's eyes:
"Anyone who doesn't cross the Yewang River for nine hundred years will lose his soul and become ashes. Yan Dan should be able to live up to everyone's expectations and stay in the Yewang River for eight or nine hundred years."
Zhixi's brows furrowed deeper, precisely because he knew his sister's temperament, so he hesitated and said:
"Should. No."
A hint of deep meaning appeared in Yang Jiao's eyes, and he said softly:
"It doesn't matter. When I healed Yan Dan before, I already had a backup plan. Even if she stays in Yewangchuan for nine hundred years, she won't lose her soul. Maybe she can be reborn and change her past behavior."
A confused look appeared on Zhixi's beautiful face.
Yang Jiao chuckled and said:
"Some things can only be seen through experience. Once you experience it a lot, you will naturally be able to fully understand it. For Yan Dan, Ye Wangchuan is an excellent place to practice."
When Zhixi heard this, she couldn't help but think of the past, and suddenly she seemed to have some realization:
"You are also leaving a trace of spiritual consciousness on Yan Dan, and you plan to teach her how to practice."
Yang Jiao said with great interest:
"In the past, Yan Dan has always been heartless, lazy, and unwilling to make progress. I have no interest in spending more time and teaching about cultivation."
"But now I am the best at making people cut off their love."
Zhi Xi's figure froze when she heard this. She really didn't expect Yang Jiao to have such a hobby, and the wick in the knot lamp on the desk shone even brighter.
"Now Ying Yuan went to Yuqing Palace to plead guilty, saying that he not only committed the crime of forgetting the river in private at night, but also frankly said that he was moved by love and was willing to accept the punishment of love."
Yang Jiao heard this and said calmly:
"Ying Yuan is in the realm of the gods, and emotional punishment cannot save his life. He just wants to punish himself to make his heart feel better."
"Besides, he is not only the emperor of heaven, but also the god of war who protects the peace of the six realms. If any god in the ninth heaven does not respect him greatly, how can he ignore it?"
He paused slightly and said:
"I will give you a lively sister later, and then you can practice peacefully in Miaofa Pavilion. I am very much looking forward to the fact that in the future, after Shi Yuanzun, there will be another female god in heaven,"
After hearing this, Zhi Xi's expression relaxed and she couldn't help but let go of her worries.
Yang Jiao nodded again:
"From now on, Ying Yuan will definitely pay attention to the list of people who cross the river on the Yewang River and submit it to the heaven. In a few months, you can find the immortal official."
Zhixi Psychological God Hui said:
"Don't worry, I will ask the immortal official to forge a list of those who have crossed the river, saying that Ming Yandan has successfully crossed the river."
After Zhixi left, Ranqing appeared and said coldly:
"You really have high hopes for this little fairy."
Yang Jiao looked unmoved:
"That's natural. What I admire the most are people who are unwilling to accept their fate and work hard to make things better."
Ranqing didn't comment, and she also knew that the person in front of her was in the past years because of the short lifespan of the Shura clan, which led to a series of events.
"What do you want to do? When did you become good at helping people break up their love? Besides, don't you know that Ying Yuan and Yan Dan have feelings for each other?"
Yang Jiao asked with deep eyes:
"Don't you know who is the culprit who broke them up?"
Ranqing immediately fell into silence.
Yang Jiao said quietly:
"Moreover, when we were born in heaven and earth, there was more than just love and love. From ancient times to the present, only Tao has existed forever. We have never jumped out of even one part of the world to talk about love or love."
His eyes were dyed blue and he sarcastically said:
"Aren't you?"
Yang Jiao admitted openly:
"The same was true for me in the past, but now my realm has been seen through experience, and I have been able to go further and transcend."
"Otherwise, how would you have a chance to be resurrected?"
Faced with Yang Jiao, whose strength was becoming more and more unpredictable, Ran Qing felt a sense of urgency in his heart.
I don't want to talk nonsense anymore, I just want to quickly absorb the true nature of the soul in the devil's barrier, and use the soul knot lamp to rebuild my body, completely resurrect it, and then rebuild it, and strive to return to the top as soon as possible.
After she had thought about this, the light flashed and returned to the lamp.
Two hundred years later.
On the top floor of the library pavilion, a layer of barrier suddenly appeared, and then the barrier lamp shined brightly.
At the same time, Ye Wangchuan.
On an endless stretch of ice, countless ghosts are walking on the ice holding a lamp.
These are clearly many people crossing the river, and they all carry a dark fire lantern.
The lamp carries one's own memory. When you step into the River of Forgetfulness, the lamp will light up. When the memory is forgotten, the underworld fire lamp in your hand will be extinguished, and then you will enter the underworld and be reincarnated.
I saw countless lights on the white ice.
Not long after, many ghost fire lamps were extinguished, and many ghosts sank under the ice and entered the underworld.
However, somewhere on the ice, the ghosts that were densely packed before were reincarnated one after another.
But there was still a pretty woman in a white robe, who continued to move forward numbly.
Suddenly, a deep light flashed between her eyebrows, and her eyes returned to clarity. Suddenly, her face was filled with complex, unbearable and frightened expressions.
The pretty woman's thoughts moved slightly, and a trace of soul consciousness manifested herself in the soul sea.
"Yang Jiao, come out, I've had enough. What a dream."
"For two hundred years, do you know how I got here?"
The pretty woman, Yan Dan, said furiously in the sea of souls.
In an instant, Yang Jiao, wearing a light gray robe and with loose black hair, walked out slowly:
"Tsk tsk, seven thousand five hundred and ninety-two lifetimes of sinful debts and tribulations."
"Yan Dan, as expected of you, you are really firm in your Taoism."
Yan Dan listened without hearing anything, and said extremely decisively:
"This Meng Qianqiu's magic is a thousand times more terrifying than the so-called Wangchuan's power. I've had enough of the emotional calamity involved."
(End of chapter)
