Chapter 0075: There was a Xun named Jinxuan in ancient times
After Su Zhen took a simple wash, she lay on the bed fully clothed. She felt tired and had not yet fallen asleep. She felt a burning sensation in her wrists.
This time she reacted quickly, pulling it off in time and throwing it to the ground. A dark yellow light flashed, and Yin Shen flew into the bed curtain and floated in the air.
Su Zhen covered her head with the quilt, but Yin Shen forcibly lifted her head up with a ginseng beard.
"Oh, brother, what are you going to do?!" Su Zhen said with great helplessness, "Why are you like Yu Ziye, always like to disturb other people's sleep?"
"Why are you so nice to Xiao Chuhong?"
"Because I'm sick, is that okay?" Su Zhen spread her hands and raised her eyebrows, "Besides, if you follow me, it means you are the same, so we share the same illness and live and die together!"
"No, your physique is better than ordinary people and you won't get sick easily."
Su Zhen felt the thunder rolling above her head, looked directly into his serious eyes, rolled her eyes, suddenly opened the quilt and sat up, wondering, "Well, actually I don't know, I always feel like I owe him something. Yes.
Yes, there's also the xun, I'll ask about it after they finish their household chores."
"Your xun is an ancient xun, it has been passed down for at least one hundred thousand years."
Su Zhen's interest was immediately aroused when she heard this, and all her sleepiness disappeared, "A hundred thousand years? But why can't I feel the spiritual power emerging at all? How could it fall into the Xiao family?"
"According to rumors, there was a Xun in ancient times, named Jinxuan, which was born from heaven and earth and specialized in defeating demons."
Su Zhen's smile gradually disappeared, and she chewed the word "Jinxuan" repeatedly, as if she had heard it somewhere before?
"You look strange, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, what a coincidence. The weapon I used in my previous life was also a xun, but it broke apart in a battle and cannot be repaired." Su Zhen sounded regretful.
"Previous life?"
Su Zhen sighed and said, "Yes, I used to be a demon master. My name is Jinse, and my nickname is Qingxian."
She had no mother in her previous life, and her only memory was that her father raised her to the age of hair, left a letter, and then disappeared.
'The moon is light and cold, and the Chinese years are long, and the brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason. The flowers are falling, the clouds are vast, and the drums and bells sound cool in the evening and morning.'
"..."
"Is something wrong?"
"Jinxuan's master's name is Jinse, and she is also a woman."
"What a coincidence? What else do you know?"
"These are all what Liao Chen told me, I don't know anything else."
"Speechless! Then you have been talking to me so much, go out and go to your house. I want to rest."
"..."
When Yin Shen turned into a stream of light and flew away, Su Zhen covered her head with a quilt, but found that she couldn't sleep no matter what.
Jin Xuan?
'Jin'er, the name of this xun is Jinxuan, and it is the object of love between the two of us.'
A man's voice appeared inexplicably in her mind. Su Zhen rubbed her arms and couldn't help but have an incredible idea.
Could this xun really be a gift from the mortal world? Is she the woman with whom he has a bad fate?! The most important thing is that she has been dead for a hundred thousand years?
"Looks like you are really sick! Forget it! Go to sleep!"
"..."
There was silence in the air for a long time, and the quilt was lifted again. Su Zhen wanted to cry but had no tears. She couldn't sleep!
...
The next day, the city of Kyoto became noisy again. People stood on both sides of the street to pray for the deceased Xiao Mohan.
There were not many people in the Xiao clan, but the long procession of mourners stretched from the front of the General's Mansion to several miles outside the gates of Kyoto. It was crowded, but very quiet, with no noise.
The boy at the general's residence pushed Xiao Mohan forward, his eyes were red and he could barely hold back his tears.
Master Qingmiao led a group of monks, muttered sutras, saved the souls of the dead, and sent Xiao Mohan on his way.
It had just fallen in the misty rain in the early morning, and the ground was slightly damp. As we walked to Helan Street, a disembodied sound of a xun suddenly sounded, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. Combined with the sound of chanting, it lingered in my heart, which was sad.
The mood gradually calmed down.
Master Qingmiao understood the meaning of the song and knew that the song was adapted from Buddhist scriptures and meant to save the souls of the dead so that they could be liberated and no longer bound to the mortal world.
Although there are no words in the song, one can still feel the reverence for the deceased. This chapter has been completed!