Qiong Yi had previously been determined to defeat Cheng Shaozheng, but now he helped Yun Ya to take revenge, and now he is relaxing in the Demon Sect. In addition to meditating and practicing every day, he just lies on the canopy bed covered with thick blankets in the yard and reads in a daze.
Yun Ya could see her listless look. Although Ming Mingqiong looks young, her state of mind has gone through many changes, and she is less energetic than herself, who has gray hair.
Yun Ya felt so distressed that she couldn't help but think of many ways to make Qiong Yi happy. Rare and rare objects offered by her disciples were delivered to Qiong Yi's hands without blinking an eye. She always came to her side to relieve her boredom and tell her interesting things. Tease her.
Qiong also laughed when she heard interesting stories. She slightly curved her lips and fluttered her eyelashes, but her smile was very shallow and did not reach her eyes.
As thoughtful as Qiong Yi, she naturally knew that Yun Ya was thinking about herself and not letting her sorrow accumulate and hurt her body.
But the north is really cold and quiet, with the unique gloomy atmosphere of the Demon Sect. Spring comes late and the nights are long. It takes a long time for the sun in the yard to warm my hair. Qiong Yi curled up on the canopy bed, watching the blackbirds rising and falling on the gray stone wall. The birds saw her looking sad and flew away again. When she was bored, Qiong Yi counted the bricks on the ground and pieced together the whole yard one by one. She thought to herself: I have been in the north for too long. When the news of the evil curse is found out, I might as well continue to pray for the souls as before. .
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Two or three months later, the Demon Sect disciples who were investigating the evil curse came back.
In addition to the news, they also brought back several rather strange statues that looked like objects but not human beings.
After hearing the reports from these disciples, Yun Ya looked a little solemn and called Qiong Yi over.
When Qiong Yi came, there was no one in the lobby. There were only a few strange-looking statues. She thought the statues were extremely ugly, so she glanced at them a few more times and asked, "Yunya, what's wrong? Didn't you say that the evil curse was found?" Do you have any information?"
"It was indeed found." Yun Ya replied: "I guessed before that this curse was imprisoning and consuming your soul. Now it seems that it is true."
"how you said that?"
"You have heard of the Ji'e sect. Their sect is good at curses and witchcraft. Disciples of our sect found the descendants of the Ji'e sect and asked about this curse that locks souls and increases life." Yun Ya paused, then continued Said: "This curse was spread from the Western Border. It is very rare. It has been lost in the Northern Territory for a long time. In the past, the Demon Sect used it to punish people who committed serious crimes, so that they could not live or die."
"Because of the loss of legend, very few people who were cursed are still alive in the north. In the end, only these statues were found. Humanity says that after a dead person is resurrected after being planted with this evil curse, most people will have a short period of mental illness. Insanity is because the recalled soul is fighting against the curse. In other words, the stronger the soul's resilience, the longer the period of insanity, the more deeply ingrained the curse will be."
Qiong also recalled that she had been wandering like a ghost in Yanduan Mountain for more than a year, and her scalp became numb.
Yun Ya didn't know if the explanation just now was accurate, so she pointed to the statue in the hall: "Qiong Yi, these are the cursed living dead found by my disciples. You can listen to them using psychic skills, and you will understand."
She couldn't bear to look at those strange-looking objects. Some looked like short footstools holding round bottles, some looked like hairless statues in the shape of dogs, and some looked like extremely writhing red deers.
Qiong Yi had already sensed that these strange things were not made of animal skin and flesh, but human beings. However, they no longer looked human at all. Her stomach was churning and she felt like vomiting. She did not dare to use psychic skills and only asked Yun Ya : "These...people, are they still alive?"
Yun Ya nodded: "Yes. The soul is immortal and will never die."
Qiong Yi took a deep breath, flipped her wrist, the silver bell rang, and dots of white light emitted from her fingertips. She cast a spell and channeled: "Listen."
The sharp screams rushed into my ears the moment the technique was completed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh""
"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts!————"
“So hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, so hungry—”
"Why don't you die! Why don't you die! Why don't you let me die!!————"
"Hate! I hate! I hate it!!!————"
It didn't sound like a human wailing at all, but like a resentful spirit that had been sealed for a hundred years, but those words were indeed those of a voiceless person, which only made Qiong Yi feel terrified and chilled her back.
She quickly dismissed the spell, her ears were buzzing, she shook her head vigorously, still in shock, and asked: "Yunya, how many years have these living dead been alive?"
Seeing her pale face, Yun Ya helped her and said, "The oldest one is one or two hundred years old."
Qiong couldn't imagine how painful it would be to have her body twisted like this and unable to die for a hundred or two hundred years. No wonder Ling Yu's resentment was so heavy.
Qiong also committed suicide by jumping into a river before. Her body was soaked in water for several days, and she was still swollen and still not dead. She guessed that this evil curse could help her save her life, but she didn't know to what extent it could be saved. It seems now that the body has been destroyed to an extent that it cannot be restored, and there is no way to escape.
She asked Yun Ya: "In other words, even if you are cursed and your body is chopped into mud, you can't die?"
"Yes." Yun Ya nodded: "There is still a lot of pain. Even if it turns into flesh and mud, the soul will still be locked in the mud."
He added: "Otherwise, the body will turn into ashes and the soul will be destroyed as well. There will still be no good death and no reincarnation."
Qiong also closed her eyes and couldn't breathe for a long time.
"I'm sorry, Qiong Yi." Yun Ya whispered: "This is the only thing that the disciples of the sect have found. The ordinary methods of transforming souls have no effect on the evil curse. Even the Ji E sect has no way to undo this curse." .”
Seeing Qiong Yi frowning, she hurriedly said: "Don't be sad, Qiong Yi, I won't let you die because of the evil curse. I will then send my men to find a way to break the curse. Even if the curse cannot be broken, You have to find a way to free your soul and achieve your afterlife."
Qiong Yi squeezed her hand and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's okay. Come to think of it, the way to undo the evil curse is not that easy to find."
"Qiong Yi, I stabilized your soul earlier, and you said your body will feel much better." Yun Ya rubbed the back of her hand: "As long as you remain in this state and coexist with the evil curse, you will have an extremely long life. Being able to grow old but not die, isn't that the 'immortality' that people in the world strive for?"
"Changsheng..." Qiong Yi murmured, and after sighing, he said to her: "Yunya, I plan to leave."
Yun Ya was stunned: "Are you leaving? Don't you want to sit in the northern border with me?"
Qiong Yi shook his head: "It's too cold here, and I don't like being in a high position and being jealous. A livelier place is more suitable for me. There are people, fireworks, the hustle and bustle of the city, and the flow of cars and horses."
Then he said: "Yunya, you are the only friend I can talk to from the bottom of my heart. I will come back to see you from time to time."
Those who decide to leave cannot be kept.
Yun Ya comforted Qiong Yi's soul before she set off, and the two decided on a method of contact. Yun Ya continued to find clues about the evil curse for her, while Qiong Yi herself traveled through the ages, transmigrating the souls of the dead, and also looking for The method of reincarnation.
*
Qiong also left the northern border and embarked on the extremely long journey to cross the soul.
The clouds in the sky are different every day, sometimes piled up like cotton, sometimes as thin as feathers. Qiong also likes to look at the sky. When the wind blows, her hair around her ears will sway in the wind. It only takes a moment to go from desolation to enlightenment.
She has been to many places and seen all kinds of people, the splendor and splendor of the city that never sleeps, the money and food, the decay and dilapidation of thatched houses, and the waste of food. Every moment and every place is just a short stay.
Qiong Yidu has transformed into many ghosts, and he has also looked at the world of the world. There are the dead souls of poor children who have never eaten candied haws; A greedy guy who can't even part with money...
Fulfilling the obsession of the deceased and sending them to the underworld and farewell to the world of the sun seems to be saying goodbye again and again to the self who cannot leave.
Qiong will also collect the souls that cannot be transformed and the evil souls that do many evil things in the bell, string them together, and unknowingly tie them up around her wrists and waist.
The world is really big and big, so big that even after so many years of walking slowly and leisurely, she couldn't finish it.
It wasn't until the wife of the wine stall he frequented passed away and the young man making pancakes at the intersection had gray hair and stooped waist that Qiong Yi realized how short a mortal's life was.
She would return to the North every ten or twenty years and ask Yunya to help her stabilize her soul. Although Yunya did not look older after using the beauty-retention technique, fine lines were still beginning to appear.
There was nothing abnormal about Qiong Yi's body, and her evil curse was stable. She didn't know how long she could live, maybe another hundred or thousand years.
Perhaps, she would have to witness the death of her friend again, just like the ordinary people she met one after another along the long road.
Birth, old age, illness and death, all things reincarnate, this is how it should be.
It's just that he forced her to stay.
After Qiong also realized this, she gradually had less interactions and ties with mortals. She got to know many monsters and spirits, and her reputation as a "soul-wavers" became more and more popular through the mouths of spirits.
In the thirty-first year of Xingchen, Qiong also returned to the north as agreed to meet Yunya and reminisce about the past.
Yunya might be able to stay with her for another hundred and eighty years, but after that, the monk's lifespan would be gone.
No one mentioned anything about the future, they just gathered together to talk, laugh, and ask questions. After living in the Northern Demon Sect for a while, Qiong left as usual and took a break at a roadside tea stall that he had frequented for decades. As a result, he encountered a living soul kneeling under the scorching sun to petition.
Another soul-carrying errand came to my door.
Qiong Yi was already used to strange things. She skillfully asked the spirit and solved the last wish of the living soul Jiang Zhiran. However, when she saw the old things of her old friend, she became confused.
She couldn't believe it was true or not, and she was so obsessed with it. Even if it was false, a coincidence, or a conjecture, she would still follow the lead.
In the Taoist temple, what came to her was her long-dead sweetheart.
After that, she was no longer alone.
*
Qiong also finished drinking the hot tea and calmly finished talking about the past events over the years.
The tea in the inn was not cooked well, and the filtered tea was bitter and took a long time to taste sweet. Qiong also put down the cup, and the sky outside the window was getting dark.
Sheng Xuanyuan knew again why she was in the northern border and why she was carrying so many ghosts. As a spiritual cultivator, Qiong Yi's Qi is still as white as snow. She has never used ghosts to practice, but has transformed them from pure to dead. Even the evil ghosts carried in the silver bell were sealed because they could not be properly dealt with. , don't let them cause harm to the world.
Her path has never changed.
When Qiong Yi asked Sheng Xuanyuan if she felt that she had changed beyond recognition because he had practiced the spiritual path, he had sour eyes and shook his head in denial.
The person sitting in front of him was always the smiling girl who told him what the heart of the sword was and what the path was.
It was the snow in the world that he could never forget since he fell in love.
Sheng Xuanyuan hugged her: "Qiong Yi, I've made you suffer."
Qiong Yi didn't like to complain along the way. Only in front of him was she willing to take off all the shells bit by bit. She pursed her lips, wrapped her arms around his neck, hugged him with all her strength, and let their bodies stick together tightly. : "Sheng Kyung, don't ever separate us again."
"...Never leave me again."
"No more." His arms around her back became stronger: "I have found you, and we will never be separated."
The two of them seemed to want to rub each other into their bodies, neither of them willing to let go of their hands. The voice, breath, and smell of the person in their arms were gradually separated from the strangeness of the years of separation, and overlapped with the appearance in the memory. You can feel each other's heartbeats between the close chests, which are gentle and powerful. I don't know whose kiss fell first, from the forehead to the corners of the eyes, touching the tip of the nose, and then to the lips, from the outside to the inside, the breaths intertwined.
When Qiong Yi took a breath, she was already pressed on the bed. The man's ears were all red, and his black eyes were full of her. Qiong Yi reached out to hold his cheek and stroked his burned ears with her fingertips. , whispering his name. Sheng Xuanyuan kissed her deeply and fiercely, and every kiss and bite was filled with thoughts that he had suppressed to the extreme.
It is difficult to describe all the past events, and it is difficult to describe all the thoughts.
There is no need to explain the rest of it in words, she understands it, and he also knows it.
Sheng Xuanyuan's body was so hot that it set her on fire beneath him. Qiong Yi's breathing and calling were woven together. She clung to his chest, hugged him in his arms, left marks with her teeth, and branded them one after another. A mark that belongs to her. She was crying, not because of pain or joy, but because she suddenly felt that she was alive.
He melted into her body, grabbing her every inch, the waves surging, the corners of his eyes turned red unconsciously, the force became stronger and stronger, he pressed the base of her legs and leaned over to collect tears. Qiong Yi shouted to him tremblingly, "Leave him alone". Sheng Xuanyuan couldn't bear to pull away. He was sweating profusely and he didn't know how long it lasted. After a pause, the tide came up again. They rubbed their ears and temples thoroughly until they were exhausted, and then they hugged each other and fell asleep.
Qiong Yi was buried in his arms, subconsciously holding his hand in her dream, for fear of losing it if she didn't hold it tighter. Sheng Xuanyuan rubbed her hair, clasped her hand tightly, and kissed her tear-stained , caressing her cheek.
He found her and never let her go.
