The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The red spider lily trembled even more violently in Li Muchen's palm, as if it was recalling the past that it couldn't bear to recall.

"I hid from him, but he still pulled me out and took away a trace of my most ancient soul. I never want to experience the pain of having my soul taken away again!"

"You also know it's very painful! What about the bones all over the ground? When you extracted their souls, did you feel their pain?" Xiang Wanqing asked.

"No, they won't be in pain! Red spider lilies bring people happiness. Weren't you happy too when you were running in the sea of ​​flowers just now?" said Red spider lily.

Xiang Wanqing was speechless for a moment.

Thinking back, I was indeed reckless just now and entered into an illusion without even realizing it. If Li Muchen hadn't been there, I would still be on the way to the other side and would be exhausted to death without even knowing it!

"Hey, let me go quickly. Triggering the heavenly calamity between the two worlds is no joke!" The red spider lily struggled and shouted, "Go where you want to go. The Three Lives Stone is in front of you. Go and see your past and future, and your three lives of love. Isn't this what you young lovers want to see?"

Xiang Wanqing was slightly stunned, a blush appeared on her face, she glanced at Li Muchen but didn't say anything.

Li Muchen didn't say anything, his eyes were even a little dull, as if he was thinking about something.

Bianhua thought there was hope, and said, "Let me go, I can show you a way, so you don't go the wrong way and end up in the City of the Dead."

"The City of Unjust Death..." Li Muchen retracted his gaze and looked at the bloody baby in his hand.

"Yes, the City of Wrongful Death. If you enter the City of Wrongful Death, no matter how powerful you are, you will never get out! The City of Wrongful Death is where the souls of those who died unjustly in the Yin and Yang worlds throughout the ages gather. Even the King of Hell doesn't dare to enter easily. Let me go, let me go, and I will show you the way."

Higanbana became more confident. He believed in the natural calamity between the two worlds and the road to the City of Wrongful Death. With these two conditions added together, even if the guy in front of him was a lunatic, there was no reason not to let him go.

Li Muchen nodded and said, "I understand."

After saying this, he applied slight force on his palms.

Along with the unwilling voice of the other shore flower: "You are really not afraid of the heavenly calamity... madman..."

A burst of blood spread out.

Blood rain suddenly fell from the gray sky, covering the sky and the ground.

The countless white bones on the endless land were nourished by the blood rain. They seemed to come alive and slowly crawled up.

In an instant, the entire mountain and field were filled with standing skeletons, like a vast army of bones.

Xiang Wanqing frowned as she watched. Even though she had achieved great success in her cultivation, had a wide range of knowledge, and had experienced many magical and strange things, the scene before her still made her feel a little creepy.

The blood rain was still falling, but the color had faded a lot, and these skeletons seemed to have grown flesh and blood, but it was somewhat transparent and looked very unreal.

The skeletons stood and looked at Li Muchen together.

Suddenly the blood rain stopped, and with a loud noise, white skeletons fell to the ground in groups, and clusters of small flowers bloomed on the ground.

The endless white bones were submerged in the endless flowers and disappeared.

Although these flowers are small and not as colorful as the sea of ​​flowers I saw when I arrived, they are real, growing on the ground, full of vitality and vigor.

At this time, Li Muchen was looking up at the sky. The sky was gray and there was nothing.

"Where is the promised heavenly tribulation?" Li Muchen muttered.

Xiang Wanqing could sense his disappointment and felt somewhat puzzled.

When she turned to look at him, she discovered that his body was covered with a layer of faint white glow, like the luster of thousand-year-old jade.

"You helped them to be liberated and reborn. This is a merit. How can it bring disaster?"

"Merit?" Li Muchen looked down at the end of the flower sea in the distance and murmured, "Did you do this on purpose? You took away the oldest soul and the root of evil thoughts just to leave all this to me? You have already calculated everything, you even knew that I would come here one day, right?"

Xiang Wanqing was surprised: "Mu Chen, what are you talking about?"

Li Muchen had already walked forward.

In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there was an empty space with dark brown soil and no life. In the middle lay a skeleton with a particularly tall frame. The skeleton was covered with a layer of lustrous luster, like a jade that had been sunken for thousands of years.

When Xiang Wanqing saw it, she immediately remembered the luster she had seen on Li Muchen just now, but when she looked at Li Muchen again, the luster had disappeared, probably because it had been absorbed.

"Is this the oldest soul that was extracted from the red spider lily? I wonder what kind of person he is? Why did he become the first person to die here?" she asked.

Li Muchen squatted down and gently stroked the white bones with his fingers. An inexplicable intimacy came from his skin.

He frowned slightly, then stood up and said, "No matter what kind of person he is, it's over. Let him rest here."

With a wave of his hand, the earth rolled up, burying the bones, and formed a black hill that stood abruptly in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Let's go." Li Muchen said.

The two of them walked through the sea of ​​flowers and headed into the darkness.

In the midst of desolation, they saw a strange stone standing there.

This stone is very regular, so regular that it doesn’t look like a stone but more like an industrial product.

It is a triangular pyramid with an extremely smooth surface that reflects light, as if it had been cut out by the most sophisticated machine and polished with the utmost care.

Xiang Wanqing walked closer and saw her own reflection in the smooth mirror.

I don’t know if it’s because of the gloom and desolation of being close to hell that makes her look particularly charming, or if it’s because she has experienced too much since entering the underworld and the improvement in her cultivation has changed her appearance. For the first time, she feels her own beauty.

In the past, some people also said that she was a beauty, but in Tiandu, beauty has never been a trait worthy of praise, because all the disciples of Tiandu are beautiful, not to mention the indescribably beautiful woman beside the Yaochi.

Xiang Wanqing never thought that she was beautiful, but at this moment, when she saw her own face, she felt a little moved.

This feeling is very strange.

"Is this the Three-Life Stone?"

Looking at the extremely smooth pyramid, which seemed like something from another world and did not belong to this world at all, Xiang Wanqing guessed its origin.

If it is the Three Lives Stone, what is reflected now should be the present life, and the other two mirrors should be able to reflect the past and the future.

Xiang Wanqing walked around the triangular cone and came to another cone.

She saw a childish face, unable to tell whether it was a boy or a girl, wearing an ancient coarse cotton jacket. The childish face seemed to be red from the cold weather.

“Is this me in my previous life?”

Xiang Wanqing asked herself, and then she saw the child in the mirror smiling at her.

Then, the surrounding scenery changed.

Barren mountains, dry riverbeds, barren land, dilapidated villages...

The men and women had pale faces. They knelt in the north wind, facing the mountains and worshipping, calling out the name of the Rain God...

Mother put two dried sweet potatoes in her hands and hid a leather bag filled with water inside her cotton-padded jacket.

Tell her: These are the last two sweet potatoes and the last bag of water in the village.

They will take her to the highest mountain and sacrifice her to the mountain god, praying that the god will bring rain to the land.