Wang Xiaotai stayed in the Bailian Temple at the bottom of the mine for three days and three nights. No one knew what she was in there or what she was doing.
When Wang Xiaotai walked out of Bailian Temple, it was a sunny day.
Wang Xiaotai squinted her eyes and stretched out her hands to block the dazzling sunlight. A touch of warmth leaked out from between her fingers, making her whole body warm.
When Wang Xiaotai left, the power of countless faiths in Jiuzhou poured into this dim, small temple like a sky full of gold foil, gently wrapping the statue of the god, and the mine was filled with flowers in one day.
Colorful flowers dotted the dark mines, covering the mineral soil soaked with blood and sweat, and protecting everything in them, including miners, family members, statues of gods, heaven and earth, and mountain spirits, with a gentle and powerful gesture.
Wang Xiaotai walked step by step for a long time.
At such a leisurely pace, night soon arrived.
Everything during the day dispersed, including the light and red, the clouds and blue, the green vegetation, and the drunkenness of the valley, all submerged into black shadows in the dark night.
There was no one around Wang Xiaotai. She arrived at the boundary of the Old Mother Palace in Lishan Mountain without passing by the Keshan Mountain. At this time, she had already ascended to immortality. After Li Jiutuan died, such a powerful senior brother had never appeared in the Old Mother Palace again. Maintain the majesty of the Old Mother Palace.
Old Mother Lishan was silent and seemed to be still in seclusion.
Retreat, escape from the world.
Pretend to be deaf and mute, turning a deaf ear to the suffering in the world.
Wang Xiaotai returned to the old mother's palace alone, in the small courtyard where she once lived. In this small courtyard, there are 600,000 tombs that Wang Xiaotai built for the people of Dingzhou.
Under the bright sunshine, Wang Xiaotai crossed the remains of the protective formation set up by Li Jiutuan and pushed open the courtyard door with a creak.
Li Jiutuan felt a chill when he saw the dense tombs, but Wang Xiaotai laughed and said, "I'm back."
What greeted her were dense wooden tombstones. These tombstones were like silent faces, staring at Wang Xiaotai.
The names on the tombstones are chiselled with blood. Those with names are people Wang Xiaoti once knew. Those without names are replaced by place names.
The monuments are bleeding, the monuments are groaning, and the monuments are noisy.
Most of the souls of the 600,000 people in Dingzhou have been sent to hell by Wang Xiaotai and reincarnated as adults.
But after reincarnation, they were brand new people, no longer the people Wang Xiaoti knew.
Wang Xiaotai has never looked for them. In her place, death means death to 600,000 people.
There is no reincarnation, no future, the dead are dead.
In the vast world, this is the only place where there is evidence of their existence.
Wang Xiaotai walked to a blank tombstone, squatted down, and lightly scratched her fingernails. The golden blood slowly seeped out. She cut her finger and slowly wrote a few words on the blank tombstone:
'The Tomb of Xiao Tai, King of Dingzhou'.
Wang Xiaotai sat down in front of her freshly made tombstone. This was the tombstone she left for herself.
She has lived among these tombstones for a long time, cleaning them frequently, praying day and night, and not bearing the dust.
"Mom and dad, this wine is very delicious. In the past few years, when I had free time, I learned how to make wine from the Master of Wine. You see, I brewed very delicious wine with my own hands."
Wang Xiaomai waved her sleeves, and jars of wine were placed in front of all the tombstones in the entire yard. Wang Xiaomai herself was surrounded by heavy wine bottles that exuded a strong aroma.
"This wine tastes very good and should be very popular. I originally wanted to call it Fuyao wine, but I regretted it later. There are already many Fuyaos in the world, but there is only one Xiaomo."
Wang Xiaotai shook the wine pot and drank the whole jar in one gulp, "So I named this wine Xiaotai, Xiaotai wine, but it doesn't sound very good, and probably no one will like to drink it in the future."
"It's a pity that no one seems to come to drink with me tonight for such a delicious Xiaomai wine. You... please accompany me."
No one answered, and there was no gentle breeze blowing against her warm cheeks. The world was silent, not even the chirping of cicadas or the chirping of insects.
Only herself.
Accompanying her were only 600,000 cold and silent tombstones.
The real farewell does not involve the long pavilion, nor does it persuade you to drink another glass of wine. It is just a morning like usual, and some people stay in yesterday.
Everyone was moving forward, as if she was the only one left behind from yesterday.
A brooding yesterday.
Wang Xiaomai drank all the Xiaomai wine in this small courtyard. She toasted to every tombstone, drunkenly talking to each tombstone.
"Will you be happy when you see me now? Will you like me now?"
"But it doesn't matter whether you like it or not."
"I've done everything I need to do."
After Wang Xiaotai fell asleep in front of the tombstone with the wine jar in her arms, the cold mountain wind from Lishan Mountain finally found a gap and blew in.
The mountain breeze blew slightly, as if someone was talking or answering.
Those sounds were floating, overlapping and mixed together. It was difficult to hear clearly, and there was no need to listen clearly. In an instant, it was as if the wind all over the mountains and plains was making a noisy whisper.
In an instant, the entire cemetery seemed to come alive.
The whole mountain seemed to be alive.
They clamored, whispered, and made countless noises, and enthusiastically surrounded Wang Xiaotai, who was drunk on the ground.
They are working for the living, for life, for suffering, and for happiness.
Noisy and shouting for all the precious things in this world.
But Wang Xiaotai could no longer hear these sounds.
She didn't dream, she just had a peaceful and peaceful sleep.
When she woke up, it was bright and clear. Wang Xiaotai stretched her waist and laughed.
She rolled up her sleeves, made a small bowl of braised pork in the yard, stir-fried vegetables, cooked pickled soup, cooked a bowl of rice, and ate happily.
You can have a good meal alone.
After eating, he put away the dishes and restored everything to the original state. Wang Xiaotai had not eaten human food for a long time and ate up all the vegetables and rice. It was rare to be so full and she couldn't help feeling full.
She could actually use her spiritual power to digest these foods, but she didn't. She just felt the delicious food that she hadn't eaten in a long time, the wind blowing in the world, and the sunshine shining in it.
Everything is perfect.
Before closing the courtyard door, Wang Xiaotai said goodbye to the tombstones all over the courtyard, "I'm leaving. Maybe I won't come back this time."
"You guys, don't wait for me anymore!"
Wang Xiaotai walked out of the Old Mother's Palace step by step and went down to Lishan Mountain.
Under Lishan Mountain, all the black-robed priests from Jiuzhou had gathered at the foot of the mountain. They had been waiting for her for a long time, and everyone had wet marks from dew on their bodies.
Wang Xiaotai looked at them and nodded slightly without saying anything extra.
There are many familiar faces in the team, Li Hei, Xingzhu, Xiaobao...
Those familiar and unfamiliar all came to the foot of Lishan Mountain to welcome Wang Xiaotai who came down the mountain.
Everyone left on the clouds, and there was only one destination for this trip, Mount Tai, the head of the Five Mountains, the auspicious sky.
In this battle, the sword is pointed at Mount Tai.
At the same time, the Heavenly Court also discovered something strange in the mortal world, and finally confirmed that Wang Xiaotai had somehow managed to escape detection. The one who survived the Shiwan Mountains was not Wang Fuyao, but Fuyao Empress Wang Xiaotai.
Wang Xiaotai is not dead at all.
Wang Xiaotai braved the disapproval of the world, killed Yunzhongjun, and deceived the Heavenly Palace.
What a heinous crime!
The Emperor of Heaven was furious and ordered fifty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals to come down to earth and kill Wang Xiaotai.
The men and horses on both sides were ready to go.
A war is imminent and about to break out.
Once the sword is drawn, another ten years of calamity will befall the people.
The next chapter should be fatter, putting the final battle in one chapter. The hard work of the battle scenes... is in sight!
