Chapter 46: Threading the needle and repairing the soul
Fu Qi, Song Xi, and Su Xian who came later, all prostrated themselves in front of Mu Ji, begging him to save Xia Ze.
"This kid's heart stopped. It stands to reason that he should have died long ago. Thanks to the unknown beast in his body, which forcibly retained his last breath, he had this hard-won glimmer of hope."
Mu Ji inspected Xia Ze's whole body using the method of inward vision. All the meridians in his body were interrupted by this fierce palm. The most pitiful ones were his three souls and seven souls.
The three souls are divided into: Fei Guang, Shuang Ling, and You Jing.
Among them, Fei Guang is the main god, responsible for life, and Shuang Ling is responsible for people's sanity. Two of these three souls were smashed to pieces, so Mu Jicai said that even if they were saved, they would remain stupid and demented for the rest of their lives.
The remaining three broken souls and the three souls complement each other, and every connection is crucial.
"There is no way to save this kid. This gourd peak is the transformation of the ancient immortal Purple Gold Gourd, which seals the world's most yang to yin gods and demons. I want to use Mu Tao's fairy body as a needle and thread to transfer a trace of divine energy
, thread a needle and thread, get into this kid's body, and rebuild his soul."
The old man looked solemn and said to Mu Tao: "But this process is extremely painful and unbearable. To peel off the real fairy spirit in your bloodline, little by little, is like scraping a bone with a dull knife and is thousands of times more painful. Can you bear it?
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Seeing that Mu Tao had helped Xia Ze seize a glimmer of hope, regardless of the danger, she solemnly nodded and said: "Ancestor, I can bear it, please save him quickly."
Li You jumped in front of Fuqi and said, "Ancestor, can you let me replace Mu Tao?"
"You? Just you?" Mu Ji raised his eyebrows, "The gods and demons have been fighting for thousands of years. If a trace of mixed demonic energy unfortunately escapes, it will immediately rise from the corpse and turn into a walking corpse demon.
Even a real immortal cannot be saved. That’s why we have to re-differentiate it and then introduce it into this kid’s body. Without Mu Tao’s immortal body, it would not be easy.”
Li You looked gloomy and stopped talking.
"Without further delay, ancestor, please hurry up." Mu Tao said anxiously.
Outside the canopy, the old man holding the pen stopped drinking and looked at the people climbing to the top of the mountain in silence.
A woman beside me asked anxiously: "The two spirits of gods and demons have been suppressed here for thousands of years. They are the last pillar supporting the Yunxi Cave Heaven. Do you really want to let this kid take it without doing anything to stop it?"
Mu Tao carried Xia Ze, who was already cold, to the top of the gourd, while the others carried Mu Ji, who had difficulty moving with his legs crossed.
Putting Xia Ze on top of the gourd, Mu Tao used her sleeves to gently wipe away the blood on his face.
"Ancestor, let's get started, I'm ready. The girl sat down cross-legged and glanced at Xia Ze, who was covered in blood, as if she had made a crucial decision.
Mu Ji nodded, made seals with his hands, and shouted angrily towards the heaven and the earth: "The cloud seal script is too empty, at the beginning of the catastrophe. It is far away and near, sinking or floating. It is wandering in five directions, and it is more than one foot away. The real emperor, the pen is a book
.To perform the cave chapter, and then write the spiritual talisman. In the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the true text was born and applied. It is obvious that it exists, but it is unknown that it does not exist.
The disease can be cured by itself, and the tiredness of the world can be helped. The underworld will depend on it. From this, it will be promoted to the immortal capital."
Traces of red silk threads began to slowly spread from Mu Tao's body, like the entwined roots of an old tree, and wrapped around Xia Ze along the gourd's mouth.
In the Calabash Peak, the two immortal energies of gods and demons were entangled together and began to retreat. The golden divine energy began to fly out from the mouth of the gourd, then fell on Xia Ze and disappeared into it.
not see.
Just like this, Mu Tao's face turned pale, as if there were thousands of dull knives on her spine, cutting her flesh and blood all the time. The indescribable pain made her almost convulse and coma.
Li You and Fu Qi tried to rush forward to stop Mu Tao several times, but finally stopped. Mu Tao looked at Xia Ze on the platform, his sunken face gradually recovered, showing a peaceful and sleeping posture, so he gritted his teeth
She closed her teeth and allowed the old man to activate the spell, drawing out her immortal body bit by bit.
"Little girl, if it's really unbearable, just shout out and it will make you feel better." Mu Ji couldn't bear it.
Mu Tao braced herself hard, and then shook her head: "Ancestor, I am too worried, I can bear it, please be sure to save him, Ancestor."
Strands of golden threads, wrapped with pure spirit, kept falling into Xia Ze's body, like a clever peasant woman stepping on a machine. Half an hour had passed since this process. Mu Tao's face became increasingly pale, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.
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Su Xian, who was accompanying Mu Tao, burst into tears when she saw Mu Tao looking like this.
The rest of the people couldn't do much to help, so they had to pray aside that everything would go smoothly.
Mu Ji slowly exhaled a ball of turbid air, and finally rescued Fei Guang and the other two souls out of the three souls of this boy. Whether the remaining souls can be saved or not depends entirely on his luck.
As an ancestor of the Mu family, how could he not think about his great-great-grandson if he hadn't been controlled by a demonic energy before? What's more, he was born with half of the immortal body of an ancient god, and was expected to ascend the road of ascension and regain the glory of the wooden style.
The reincarnation of gods.
He was just about to pretend that he had tried his best, but the boy's remaining soul was really powerless to save Mu Tao, but he heard Mu Tao in the distance groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Bundles of red rays of light rose behind Mu Tao, slowly condensing into the shadow of a female spirit, and the shadow slowly merged into Mu Tao's body. A red robe covered Mu Tao's body. She was draped in silk, with bright eyes and bright teeth.
, lips as bright as blood.
"Girl! Are you crazy? In order to save this boy, you are willing to risk even the body of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady? Do you know that if you completely peel it off, you will die for it!" The old man smacked the ground angrily and stood up.
Mu Tao smiled, his face as pale as snow: "Ancestor, there is no need to care about Mu Tao. Today I will risk my life and fortune to completely save him. I also ask my ancestors to take the trouble to save his last soul."
Po, save him!"
Mu Ji punched the ground, and the majestic fist shook the sand and rocks everywhere. He cursed angrily: "Boy! My great-great-granddaughter is willing to risk her life and career to save you today. If you fail in the future,
She, I will cut you into pieces even if I am under the Nine Springs!"
In Xia Zexin Lake, there was a young man who was all white and naked, squatting on the ground. Slowly, the young man's eyes began to look bright. He looked around, as if he was curious about why he appeared here.
The surrounding area gradually became colorful. It was an ordinary short house. There was a young couple busy in the yard. The man was spreading the few rice harvested this year in the yard.
The sun was shining just right, but the man's brows were furrowed, as if he was complaining about the poor harvest this year, the severe drought, and the increasing taxes required by the authorities. It was really a bad year.
The woman was very beautiful in appearance, but she had worked hard all year round, and her face was a little haggard and thin. When she saw her man complaining, she hurriedly sang a tactful folk tune, which made the man laugh, and then the woman sang and her husband followed her.
Xia Ze, who was squatting on the ground, gradually got dressed. He looked at the scenes flashing before his eyes, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and he followed the couple to sing that little tune.
A four or five-year-old child ran out of the house. He was born fair and white, holding a piece of firewood in his hand. He shouted that he wanted to go up to the mountains to kill tigers, go to the sea to slay dragons, and fight with the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the five directions and the five elders, the three pure and the four emperors.
, let’s compare!
The child ran from the house to the front of the hall. There was a boy who looked like him. He was rubbing his head sillyly and giving a box of rouge to a plump girl. When he saw the child running towards him, he smiled and smiled at him.
A kick on the butt.
The child dodged, turned around, twisted his butt, made a face, and disappeared into the alley.
A little girl of about the same age stuck her head out from the door frame, looking for him, but saw nothing and shrank back.
Behind the child was a group of children of about the same age. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they climbed up a large tree that was quite tall for children of the same age. They slowly stretched their hands towards the eggs in the nest, as if they couldn't bear it, but also
He retracted his hand.
During this moment of hesitation, the mother bird, which had been dormant for a long time, flew down and pecked the child on the forehead.
The child fell from the tree and fell into a mud pit. He was covered in mud and cried loudly.
Xia Ze found it a bit funny and smiled, his eyes full of sadness.
In the next scene, the children seemed to have grown up all of a sudden, kneeling in front of their parents' graves, and later, the elder brother, covered with white cloth, was lying on the coffin. Children in shabby clothes, in the winter
Shivering from the cold and ravenous with hunger, he followed closely behind the young man, holding out the broken bowls pitifully.
Xia Ze rubbed his eyes and thought for a moment, he was only ten years old at that time.
An uninvited guest wandered into Xia Zexin Lake. He was not polite and just sat next to Xia Ze.
Xia Ze turned his head and took one look at the old man with a gray beard, the kindest god in the world. He didn't dare to look anymore and lowered his head.
The old man still had that kind look on his face, patting Xia Ze on the shoulder: "There is no need to blame yourself, I have never been disappointed in you, it's just that you have to walk your own way in the future."
"Take a good look at the mountains and rivers of Kyushu for me." The old man finally warned.
When Xia Ze turned his head, the figure of the old man had disappeared, replaced by the old man holding a writing brush and a gourd, smelling of alcohol.
Xia Ze felt that it was a bit embarrassing, so he kept his head down. Unexpectedly, the old man handed over the gourd filled with wine in his hand: "Are you very disappointed with yourself?"
Xia Ze hesitated for a moment, then took a big sip from the gourd. The spicy taste filled his nose and throat, and tears came down immediately: "I don't know why Mr. Qier chose me. I have failed, so it means Mr. Qier
The choice is fully compensated.”
He turned around and asked the old man with a disgusted look on his face: "Do you know why Mr. Qier chose me?"
The old man was stunned for a moment and said in deep thought: "Maybe we are all the same. We are all very disappointed with the world and have a lot of complaints to vent to the world, so I chose you. From now on, when I go out and encounter unreasonable people, I can punch without any scruples.
, I probably also hope that you can be a gentleman who is not pedantic in the future, right..."
The red silk thread pulled out from the girl's body was already seeping with dripping blood, and her face was like gold paper, crumbling.
"That's enough, girl! Even if it takes all your life, it's not enough to repair the rest of his soul. Why are you bothering?" Mu Ji cursed.
There was no blood on Mu Tao's lips, and her eyes were full of exhaustion, but she still shook her head.
At this moment, a cloud of extremely cold black mist, taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, suddenly submerged into Xia Ze's body, and his body immediately turned into a terrifying purple mist.