nycdaug Chapter 435: Exposed
Chapter 435: Exposed
At that time, the imperial capital of Jiling.
Mo Huaizun was filled with unprecedented anticipation. He dealt with unnecessary chores in a good mood and listened to the report from the library on Jueya on the way.
"Chief, after searching, we have found thirty methods to repair soul cracks."
The soul is mysterious after all, and records of it are pitifully few. Even in the all-encompassing Jueya Library, targeted historical records are few and far between.
"But based on the severity and feasibility you describe, only three can have a significant repair effect."
It can be seen that the path of soul is like an unexplored ocean floor to the Nine Netherworld, and they are helpless.
Mo Huaizun's expression darkened slightly, and he frowned.
The man continued, "One is the hidden world - the Heavenly Spring Pond in the Dead Soul Cave. It will be opened for two hundred years, and the opening area is unknown."
The Dead Soul Cave is a ghost cave and is extremely dangerous. It is said that the origin of soul cultivation in Yueyao Country was that someone brought out some kind of crystalline substance from the Tianquan Pond. The refracted waves had a profound impact on the Yueyao territory, leading to the birth of soul cultivation.
"The second one is the Loulan Soul Recalling Grass, which grows in the Longevity Valley. There are less than ten plants in the world. Master Chu has always been keen on collecting such herbs. He has collected four plants at auctions in recent years."
"There is one each in Qiankun Holy Temple and Penglai Fairy Island. Two more briefly appeared in public view, but were bought by mysterious buyers and their whereabouts remain unknown to this day."
Mo Huaizun turned his head and glanced at Chu Yi beside him, with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Chu Yi, who knew nothing, asked: "?"
He was a little alert. What was going on? It seemed like someone was plotting against him.
"The third one is..."
The man paused, as if hesitating to speak again, looking a little strange and surprised.
Mo Huaizun frowned, "What's wrong?"
The man was a little embarrassed, but still said in a serious tone: "According to the "Spiritual Language·Xue Ben Miscellaneous Talks", Wuji Lingzu once said that the soul has a spiritual connection, which is called soul communication. The effect is similar to dual cultivation. It is of great benefit to both parties and can replenish damage, strengthen, and repair."
"The stronger the soul, the more significant the effect."
Now Mo Huaizun was silent as well. He quickly smoothed the creases on his cuffs.
He was thinking about one thing. Zhu Jiu's soul was obviously seriously injured, but after only two soul exchanges, his soul became so powerful. How strong must the original Zhu Jiu be?
And he could clearly feel that although Zhu Jiu was happy and in good spirits after the incident, there was no overall change.
The disciples of the library suggested other methods of repair, but they were all just a drop in the bucket for Zhu Jiu.
As of now, only the second one can be done.
A heavy look flashed across Mo Huaizun's eyes, and this was after ruling out other influences.
Mo Huaizun was discussing the purchase of herbs with Chu Yi. Chu Yi was asking questions out of curiosity and taking the opportunity to maliciously raise the price.
At this moment, Mo Huaizun received a message from Zhu Jiu.
After listening, he had a blank expression on his face, and a cloud of dark clouds surrounded him, with the atmosphere as gloomy as the prelude to a storm.
Chu Yi was surprised and said, "Isn't it just to make things difficult for you? Is that so serious?"
Elder Mo retreated three steps, looking surprised and suspicious.
He swore that he had never seen Mo Huaizun's emotions fluctuate so much.
It was as if my partner had run away with someone. I was very angry and a little sad.
Of course, that is impossible, Mo Huaizun has no Taoist partner.
So why is this happening now?
Elder Mo pondered: Could it be that the sect leader died from drinking too much?
"Gather all your men immediately and prepare to return to Jueya. Closely monitor the route along the way. If there is anything unusual, investigate immediately." Mo Huaizun's voice was hoarse and heavy, and the teacup in his hand turned into powder.
When Zhu Jiu left, he told Mo Huaizun his route, so the latter knew which way it was.
In fact, at this moment, Mo Huaizun no longer knew whether what Zhu Jiu said was true or false.
Not just this one, but all of them.
When trust begins to be doubted, the building built on lies and deception collapses.
A brain immersed in love is like being poured with a basin of ice water, becoming extremely clear.
The burning affection is like the midday sun, while doubts and loopholes are creeping shadows that no one cares about.
But when the sunlight is blocked, it gradually emerges to the surface, so obvious.
Mo Huaizun suddenly realized that from the beginning to the end, he didn't know who Epiphyllum was, where it was born, where it died, how it became a ghost, where the wound came from, and why it never dissipated.
Last time, it seemed that he forced Zhu Jiu to reveal his injured face, but in fact his purpose was not achieved. He was just diverted and affected by a specious and tragic "true face".
What does she look like?
There is also the name Epiphyllum, which sounds like a nickname.
Looking at the message that was snuffed out, Mo Huaizun found that he seemed to have been completely fooled by that woman.
An unfamiliar rage and pain burned him.
"Epiphyllum... Epiphyllum blooms for a short time, just like at this moment, how could I believe it?" Mo Huaizun finally understood, and his slightly red eyes were full of intense self-mockery.
Ignoring Chu Yi and Elder Mo who asked further questions, Mo Huaizun went to look for Gu Yixiao first.
On the way, he sent a message to Wenren Sejue: Yesterday you said that even if Zhu Jiu did not directly cause the national disaster, she must have appeared in this incident?
Wen Ren Sejue's feminine voice sounded a little tired, and there was a faint sound of rustling papers.
The error in the major prophecy has made him uneasy in recent days. He spends all day calculating and trying to figure out what went wrong.
He replied: The star tracks may have been misinterpreted, but the direction of the demon star is certain, she must be at Jiling.
Mo Huaizun clenched his teeth, his masseter muscles tensed, and asked with difficulty: So, what now?
Wen Ren Se was slightly startled, his bloodshot eyes left the densely packed star-connected diagram on the paper, and he looked up at the starry Twelve Constellations Crown Platform.
An ominous blood-red star had deviated from its original position at some point in time. Its light was dimming and it was gradually disappearing.
There is no doubt that before long, she will disappear completely.
Wenren Sejue opened his eyes slightly and stood up suddenly: She left Jiling! According to the trend of the stars...it seems to be in the west! And...two stars are parallel?
With a loud "boom", thunder exploded in Mo Huaizun's heart, shattering his only remaining calm.
For the first time in his life, Mo Huaizun felt the word "despair".
With a pale face, he crossed the barrier of the Princess' Mansion and stood in Fanghua Garden. He clearly saw that there was one less "corpse" beside Gu Yixiao, and his unrealistic expectation was completely shattered.
He was so sad and angry that he actually laughed.
Mo Huaizun discovered that he had never been an omnipotent, calm and steady judge. When he was deeply involved in a case, he was just an ordinary person dominated by various emotions, and he was fragile and fell into instinct.
Completely out of control, Wu Xingyun pressed against Gu Yixiao's neck.
"Who is she? Where did she go?"
Gu Yixiao looked at Mo Huaizun, whose eyes were cold and fierce, and alarm bells started ringing in her heart. The blade and the murderous intent raging around her made her hair stand on end.
He came to question with the result, and lying will really result in death.
Mo Huaizun is crazy.
Gu Yixiao's throat was dry and she gave up the futile resistance. She stood still, thinking of what Zhu Jiu had just suddenly told her.
"If he has a gentle attitude, we can try to deal with him."
"When things get tough... I'll tell you my true identity."
"You only said that you originally wanted to steal a good corpse to use as a weapon, but you didn't expect to be threatened by my soul and forced to conceal my identity. In short, just get yourself out of this and don't have anything to do with me when I'm alive."
Zhu Jiu chuckled twice, and it was hard to tell what the emotion was. "That's probably the truth, isn't it?"
Gu Yixiao pulled himself out of his memories, looked at Mo Huaizun, steadied his shaking body, and said, "Four days ago on a rainy night, I found a flawless body in a mass grave in the suburbs."
"She is Zhu Jiu."
Mo Huaizun's eyes fell completely into the pitch-black abyss, and his hands hidden under his sleeves suddenly clenched, his knuckles turned white, and trembled uncontrollably.
"It is the nature of corpse drivers to be greedy and love corpses. I am unwilling to give them up, so I will secretly intercept them."
"I never thought that Zhu Jiu's soul was still there."
The tip of Mo Huaizun's knife uncontrollably released a ray of destructive blade energy, which easily pierced Gu Yixiao's neck to a depth of one centimeter.
Warm blood spurted out, but Gu Yixiao's body was still unable to move due to the oppression of Mo Huaizun's momentum.
"She is a wanted criminal with heinous crimes. If you knew she was there, why didn't you tell us?"
Just as Zhu Jiu expected, Mo Huaizun asked this question.
This was a question that could be easily avoided if she just said she was coerced.
If it were Lily, a cowardly fence-sitter, she would have surrendered decisively, at least on the surface.
Gu Yixiao glanced at Wu Xingyun, whose spiritual power was raging. The blade reflected the blood on half of her body and her face, which was pale due to blood loss.
Gu Yixiao didn't hesitate, he stood straight, looked into Mo Huaizun's terrifying eyes, and said calmly, "She is my friend."
"Death is the end of sin and the prelude to new life. Since the Yin and Yang are separated, why should I judge the dead soul based on what happened in life?"
Well, well, if she became the King of Hell, hell would become the Paradise of Eden, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell would not have a chance to appear at all.
Stupid! Crazy!
Mo Huaizun struggled to restrain the urge of the blade.
"What if you were one of the souls killed by her knife?"
Yes, she is insignificant, isn't it because it has nothing to do with her?
Gu Yixiao smiled without thinking, his eyes were stiff, not like the eyes of a living person.
"Then thank her for the relief she gave me."
Mo Huaizun paused and recalled Gu Yixiao's experience.
Gu Yixiao never seeks death, but when it comes inevitably, she is happy to embrace it with a smile.
Like now.
Gu Yixiao raised his chin, hoping to die more cleanly, although death by cutting the neck would never be neat.
But Gu Yixiao had already realized that the way of death was like the lot drawn in the temple, and smiling in the afterlife was the best lot.
Most people are unlucky people who draw bad luck and die miserably.
It doesn’t matter. After death, we won’t care about what happened in life.
At this moment, death and desolation reached its peak in Gu Yixiao.
Mo Huaizun couldn't sense any fear from her at all, and even felt a little happy.
Perhaps for her, living is torture and death means reunion.