"Miss, the bed is ready, my servant will take care of you to rest?" Duofu asked.
Mingwei said to her: "You go to bed first, I will do it myself."
Duofu nodded in agreement and retreated.
It seemed that she was the only one in the room.
Actually...
Mingwei looked at Miss Mingqi in the corner of the bed.
"Sorry, I robbed your mother." she said.
Remnant Soul heard the voice and raised his head blankly, but he couldn't understand what she meant.
Mingwei was startled, then smiled self-deprecatingly: "What am I apologizing for? Since I think this is the best result, why bother showing off? After pretending to be a decent person for more than ten years, do you really think you are a decent person?"
She turned around and opened the window, and the moonlight shone in, spreading the soft color of water on the ground.
"Still not coming out?" she said coldly.
No one responded.
Mingwei sneered: "I don't have a very good temper. If you don't come out on your own, but let me find out, the consequences will not be good."
After a while, a thin stream of smoke escaped from her sleeves and turned into a thin rope-like object in the moonlight. The raised crown clearly looked like a snake.
"You, you are so cruel..."
The voice was thin and weak, like a child's, accusing with grievance: "Obviously it was you who killed me, but you are so cruel..."
Mingwei put his hands in his sleeves and looked at it coldly: "If you kill someone, you must pay for your life. Haven't you heard this sentence?"
"I, I didn't mean it..." The small voice became even more aggrieved, "She put the soup underneath, and the heat made me uncomfortable..."
"No matter what the reason is, people die because of you. Killing for food is the reincarnation of heaven, otherwise it is killing. If he dies, you will return his life. It is only natural and right."
"This, this..."
"If you don't die and carry this sinful karma, even if you are born spiritually, you will not be able to escape heaven's destiny. Just imagine that one day your merits will be perfect, but you can't get rid of the demon body because of your sinful karma. Then it will not be so easy to return it.
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The thin voice was full of confusion: "Why is it not easy? I had great magic power at that time, wouldn't it be better to repay it?"
Ming smiled and said: "Do you still remember one of your seniors? Like you, she is also a white snake. She has been practicing in Qingcheng Mountain for 1,700 years..."
"I know!" it said proudly, "She is the role model for our White Snake clan!"
Mingwei continued: "Because of a cause and effect in her early years, she had already perfected her merits, but she had to enter the world of mortals to repay her kindness. As a result, you must also know that she was almost doomed."
"Um……"
Mingwei was persuasive: "Think about it, is it better to pay back your life now and do it neatly, or is it better to take the risk of falling short in the future and pay it back in return?"
After some thinking, the little white snake said: "So, you helped me?"
"So to speak."
"But," its voice was full of confusion, "I don't have a physical body now. Although I have returned the cause and effect, I have to reincarnate again. Isn't it all in vain? I don't know whether I can cultivate spirituality in the next life..."
"Who said you must have a physical body to continue practicing?" Mingwei continued to teach it, "The difference between a demon and a spirit is only whether there is a physical body. The spirit is attached to things, and the demon is attached to flesh. Without the physical body, you are now the same as the spirit.
Same."
"This..." It thought for a long time and thought it made sense. "You mean, I can practice myself as a spirit without having to reincarnate again?"
Ming Wei smiled enigmatically: "You said it yourself, you don't know whether you can cultivate spirituality in the next life. If you are born as a mayfly and die day and night, then there is no hope at all. Reincarnation is risky, and reincarnation requires
cautious."
Little White Snake was in a dilemma: "However, spiritual cultivation is so slow. In a hundred years, they can only cultivate a weak consciousness."
Mingwei said: "Cultivation as a spirit alone is of course slow. However, there is a method that can greatly speed up the cultivation of a spirit, even faster than that of a demon."
"What is the solution?"
"The reason why spiritual cultivation is slow is because it has no physical body and cannot gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If someone feeds the spiritual energy back, this problem will be solved."
"Ah!" Little White Snake suddenly remembered, "You mean, forming a contract with others? I seem to have heard that there is a kind of people in this world called Xuanshi. They practice like demon spirits and use magic power to maintain order in the world.
If there are demons and ghosts causing trouble, they will come out to put it down. Are you, are you a Xuanshi?"
The voice was timid and filled with natural awe.
"To be precise," Mingwei paused, "I am a fortune teller."
"Fortune teller? A fortune teller?"
"That's called fortune teller." Mingwei explained to him, "Foreign master is an honorific title, and only one person in the world can use it. That's why there is a saying that the number one fortune teller in the world is called fortune teller."
Little White Snake thought hard for a while: "You mean, the fortune teller is the most powerful magician?"
"Yes." Mingwei smiled kindly.
"You are so powerful..."
Mingwei didn't answer, but just asked: "Then do you want to form a contract with me? Now I'm in a little trouble. The spirit I originally formed the contract with is no longer there. Although you are a little weaker, you are still useful."
"Can I?" Little White Snake was flattered.
It heard that only very powerful demon spirits can form contracts with people.
"If my original body is still there, of course it won't work. However, I am in trouble now and I can't take advantage of it for a while, so I can only lower my requirements."
"Hmm." The little white snake felt that he had gotten a big deal. After losing his body, there was actually a magician who was willing to form a contract with it. It was just a little snake that had recently cultivated spirituality, and a person with martial arts could take care of it.
"What should I do?" The thin voice revealed desire.
Mingwei picked up the scissors from the sewing basket, lightly scratched her fingers to squeeze out the blood beads.
"Eat my flesh and blood, live with me, obey my orders, and feed you back."
The shadow of the little white snake turned into smoke again and gathered on her fingertips.
The blood was slowly sucked dry, and the originally thin smoke gradually became solid. When it reshaped, the shape of its original body could already be seen.
"Sir." The snake lowered its head, "Please give me your instructions."
"You are too weak now, just look after your family for the time being." Mingwei put his hands back into his sleeves again and looked out the window, "The beauty of the sun and the moon cannot be missed. You must first cultivate your body."
"yes."
"Did you see that tree by the lake? There is a vicious spirit there. Don't provoke it. In other places, you can come and go as you like."
"yes."
"I'm going to rest, you go ahead."
"As commanded."
It turned into smoke again, escaped out of the window, quickly transformed into a snake shape, and disappeared into the grass.
It’s really hard to change your nature.
Ming smiled and said to himself: "Country snakes are so easy to trick."
How come spirits who are willing to form a contract are so common? Even Xuanshi, not everyone has one.
Speaking of which, what happened to Mr. Jiang? He is clearly not a Xuanshi, so why does he have a spirit accompanying him?
"There are so many secrets in this world..."
Mingwei pulled off the golden hairpin on her head and twisted the layered hairpin, revealing its inner structure.
She did nothing, pressed the hairpin back, closed the window, and prepared to rest.