Ji Yun's eyes were filled with smiles, "I thought you would write to ask at that time, but I didn't expect that you would endure until today. I underestimated your endurance."
Jiao Jiao said angrily: "I want to ask about such an important matter in person. Besides, Fei Ge's message is not completely safe. What if someone peeks at it?"
Ji Yun raised his eyebrows: "Are you afraid that people will know that I am the reincarnation of a fierce ghost?"
"Bah, bah, bah, you're not a bad ghost. The bad ghosts are the ones who harm people, and you're not harming anyone."
He lowered his eyes and fiddled with Mo Li's sword tassel. His voice was soft and a little sad: "Seeing through the mortal world is like a fairy, and the obsession is like a ghost. I have obsessions in my heart, and I will never let go until I die. They said That’s right, I am indeed the reincarnation of a fierce ghost.”
"Obsession?" Jiao Jiao was curious, "What obsession?"
"I promised a person that I would find her in the next life, and I must do it!"
When he said this, his eyes were firm and his tone was gentle, with some strange emotion. Jiao Jiao's heart suddenly became heavy, and her intuition told her that this person was most likely a woman.
She looked away and asked naturally: "Who is it? Your sweetheart?"
Ji Yun looked at her and said softly, his tone becoming more and more sad, "Yes, my sweetheart, but I don't know if she also likes me."
Jiao Jiao's heart became more and more congested. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Her heart felt sour and tight.
Ji Yun's eyes flashed, "Jiaojiao, if you lived alone on an isolated island since you were a child, and then someone took you out of the island and took you to travel around the four seasons and see the local customs, would you like him?"
He looked at her steadily, his eyes a little uneasy: "Or are you just grateful and treating him as a friend? Or... will you like anyone who takes you out of the island?"
Jiao Jiao's heart froze, and he actually took her around!
"She is her and I am me, how do I know what she thinks!"
When she finished speaking, she realized that her tone was particularly bad, and she hurriedly said softly to compensate: "I mean, people think differently. You have to ask the person involved in this kind of thing. Haven't you found her yet in this life?"
"I found her. She is beyond my reach in this life." The cool night breeze blew the broken hair around Ji Yun's temples, and the silver moonlight fell on his lips, revealing a tasteless sadness.
Jiao Jiao caressed her increasingly uncomfortable heart, not wanting to continue talking about her, so she changed the topic: "The reincarnation of all things has its own reasons. Reincarnation with memories of previous lives is against reincarnation, and you will be punished."
Ji Yun seemed to sense that she was unwilling to answer, and his eyes fell silent, blending into the silent night.
After a while, he smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, my soul is just contaminated with yin energy. I'm used to it."
"It's not just that, your soul has become weak..."
The bright voice stopped suddenly, paused, and said worriedly: "You will lose your mind."
Ji Yun was stunned, "How do you know the condition of my soul?"
"What I saw." She slowly recounted what she saw that night, "If you compare your soul to a piece of cloth, your current situation is like a piece of cloth that has been buried in the soil for many years.
Old, tattered, fragile, the slightest tug will break it into crumbs. In the next life, you should forget her. "
"So, it was you that night!" Ji Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, smeared by the moonlight, so gentle that they seemed to be ripples.
Jiao Jiao nodded. She had thought about what happened that night for a long time, and she still could not figure out why her angry words came from the sky.
"By the way, how did you manage to not forget your past life? Didn't you drink Meng Po soup?" There are many people in the world who don't want to forget their past life, but not everyone can do it.
"Where did Meng Po soup come from? It's just a fabrication made by the world." Ji Yun laughed. "After death, most souls lose consciousness and are attracted by the strange fragrance. They jump into the pool like dumplings and are washed away. Go to memory and be reincarnated.”
"Pond of Rebirth?"
Ji Yun was stunned: "How did you know it was the Pond of Rebirth?"
Jiao Jiao was also stunned for a moment, tapping his head, "These three words suddenly popped into my head just now, and I seemed to have seen them somewhere before.
On the bank of the River Styx, there is a pond called Rebirth, with a fragrant and fragrant fragrance that can attract ghosts and gods, eliminate their sins, and enter reincarnation..."
After that, she couldn't remember it at all.
Ji Yun was stunned, but then he felt relieved when he remembered her origins, and said softly: "There is a woman on the bank of the River Styx. She is different from us muddy ghosts. Her eyes are clear and her soul is as condensed as a real person.
She helped me open a hole in the weak connection between the reincarnation passage and the pool of rebirth. The reincarnation I entered through that opening did not enter the pool of rebirth, so I was able to retain the memory of my previous life. "
"The woman by the River Styx? Po Meng? Why does she want to help you? What does she want?"
Ji Yun stretched out his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, covered his trembling fingertips with the wide cuffs, and said in a casual tone: "I am an ordinary mortal, what can I do that is worthy of others' plans? That's nothing to her. It’s a matter of effort, and there are ghosts in the underworld who are willing to help others.”
"Really?" Jiao Jiao was very doubtful. Is it really a simple matter to violate the law of reincarnation?
Ji Yun nodded affirmatively: "Although she is not Po Meng, she is not a mortal and cannot enter reincarnation."
When he said this, he had a thought in his mind and asked sideways: "What do you think will happen if a person is reincarnated without going through reincarnation?"
This doubt has troubled him for more than a hundred years. Now that she knows about the Pond of Rebirth, she may know the reason.
"Reincarnation without going through reincarnation?" Jiao Jiao scratched his head, "No way, reincarnation, first reincarnation and then reincarnation. If you don't enter the path of reincarnation, how can you be reincarnated?"
"I'm very sure that she has not entered reincarnation." Ji Yun looked at her steadily, "When I first died, my soul was very strong and I could stay awake in the face of the strange fragrance of the Pond of Rebirth.
We agreed to go together in the next life. I waited for her on the bank of the River Styx for more than a hundred years, but she didn't come.
Later, I met a soul who was also awake, and after questioning, I learned that she had already passed her life..."
Thinking of those years of waiting on the banks of the River Styx, Ji Yun's heart slowly twitched, and he was surrounded by endless fatigue and despair.
It was that woman again. Jiao Jiao pouted and said sourly: "Then she may not be a human being. Human beings have to go through reincarnation. She may be a monster, and she must be a very, very powerful monster. I don't know what harm..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ji Yun's dejected expression. She could no longer utter any slanderous words. She touched the tip of her nose and changed her words with a guilty conscience: "Of course, it could be a god, who has gone beyond reincarnation."
"Beyond reincarnation," Ji Yun whispered, "So, she didn't intentionally break the promise, she just couldn't help herself and didn't enter reincarnation."
There was a little smile in his eyes, and the dullness around him was swept away. The night wind blew by, and the ink hair flew in a brisk arc.
