Chapter 290 The Remnant Soul Enters the Egg and Awaits Nirvana
Lingxiang was playing with the fan in her hand. Although the fan was not opened, one could still see that the fan was dilapidated and there were some discordant gaps in the fan bones.
Patriarch Wuwei sat aside without saying a word, just quietly watching the hot steam in the teacup, as if he was extremely interested, and occasionally stirred it with his hand.
As Wuwei Patriarch fiddled with it, the misty air began to change. It suddenly turned into lotus flowers, which bloomed and melted into the air. Suddenly, it turned into small animals, which chased each other and drifted high. Looking closely, the small animals had pointed mouths and ears, which were very cute.
The grandfather and grandson just sat there like this, neither of them spoke first.
Perhaps she felt the atmosphere was too quiet, or perhaps she really felt uncomfortable, Lingxiang cleared her throat, but still said nothing, just stroking the fan in her hand.
Just at this moment, a cup of warm tea floated past her and landed safely on the table beside her.
"If you feel dry mouth, don't play anymore. Put it down and drink some tea." Patriarch Wuwei said calmly.
Lingxiang followed his instructions and picked up the teacup, but instead of sipping it carelessly like she usually did, she took a small sip and put it down, yet she still held the fan in her hand.
As soon as the sip of tea went into the mouth, the fragrance of tea spread out immediately. Lingxiang only felt a sweetness in the throat, and then a coolness passed through the lips and throat, which was extremely refreshing.
Perhaps it was because the sip of tea moistened her throat, Lingxiang let out a long sigh and raised her eyebrows from the fan: "Grandpa, I..."
Lingxiang seemed to have done something wrong. She opened her mouth but stopped again, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue were difficult to utter.
Patriarch Wuwei was not in a hurry either. He just smiled and fiddled with the heat from the teacup. The heat was about to dissipate, but it strangely shuttled through his fingers, sometimes like falling petals, sometimes like flowing water.
"If you haven't made up your mind yet, then think about it again. When you have thought it through, tell Grandfather. There is no rush."
As Patriarch Wuwei played with it, the mist kept changing and gathering, and it actually turned into a Tai Chi, spinning leisurely in his palms.
This time, Lingxiang seemed to have made up her mind. She slowly stood up, walked to the front of Ancestor Wuwei, and knelt down with a plop.
"Grandpa, if you still allow me to call you that, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
Having said this, Lingxiang's face was already covered with tears. Tears as big as beans slid down and dripped onto her plain clothes, and a bright flower instantly bloomed.
The mist dissipated from the hands of Patriarch Wuwei. He finally stopped playing with it, but stretched out his hand and gently lifted Lingxiang up.
"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? Grandpa will always be your grandpa, and you will always be your father's daughter. We love you so much and raise such a beautiful girl, and we don't want you to suffer any injustice."
The Wuwei Patriarch's hands were gentle, but he lifted Lingxiang up easily. Then he pulled the fan from her hand, slowly opened it, looked at the tattered but blank fan and said:
"Although he has temporarily strayed into a side path, he is still a good child. It would be a pity if he did not have a good ending."
Ling Xiang's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she stopped crying immediately. She looked up at the Wuwei Patriarch and said hastily, "Grandpa, you mean, you have a way..."
The Wuwei Patriarch sighed, "Demons are destroyed like wind erosion, rocks turn to dust, and scatter in all directions. How can it be so easy?"
"So there is still a way?" Lingxiang heard this and hurriedly grabbed the hem of Patriarch Wuwei's robe, "Grandpa, just tell me."
"Since things have already happened, just accept it calmly. Why go against the will of heaven?" Patriarch Wuwei wiped away the tears from the corners of Lingxiang's eyes and advised earnestly.
Lingxiang shook her head: "God is the knife and the chopping board, and my granddaughter does not want to be the fish. If I don't fight hard, how can I be worthy of my life in this world?"
"My body has been incomplete since the moment I was born, but I don't believe it. I have to make up for the missing part so that I can live so firmly all these years." "My granddaughter is so stubborn. If I had surrendered to the will of heaven earlier, I'm afraid there wouldn't be such a disaster now. But even so, I will never exchange the lives of others for my own safety."
"No one should be nice to anyone in this world, but since others have been nice to me, I must repay them."
Hearing this, Patriarch Wuwei sighed again: "Forget it, forget it. Your senior brothers have taught you well, and Grandpa is very pleased. Since you insist on saving him, it is not difficult."
"Since he has good intentions in his heart, he is no longer a pure demon. Since he is not a demon, he will have residual souls. We only need to collect those residual souls and place them in common items to reshape his spirit. However, if we do this, it will become karma, and when he turns into a soul in the future, there will probably be a record of it in the Book of Life and Death."
Lingxiang smiled when she heard this: "Now that my granddaughter knows her life story, she is already half-demon, so how can she transform into a soul? Since she cannot transform into a soul, why should she be afraid of that useless new word book?"
After hearing what he said, Wuwei Patriarch knocked his fist on the table and said, "That old man is really bad at keeping his mouth shut. He told you everything, but didn't tell you the key points. But don't talk nonsense. Although you were born with a broken soul, you are nourished by your father's soul. Although you are not as good as ordinary people, you still have three souls and seven spirits. You still have to go through the Ten Palaces."
what?
Lingxiang's eyes widened when she heard that.
Lingxiang had been searching for a way to repair her spiritual roots for many years, so she naturally knew some things, but she was unwilling to face them before. But Wan Gu Qiong Cang put the facts in front of her, so she had to accept them, but now it seems that there are other hidden secrets.
Using one soul to nourish another is an extremely dangerous method!
Lingxiang was still in shock when she heard Patriarch Wuwei sigh again.
"We have been in this world together. Since I have been your grandfather for many years, I cannot watch you bear the consequences of your karma. Forget it, let me bear the consequences for you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Wuwei Patriarch pinched his fingers and chanted: "What is home? Where is home? Why not go home? Soul, come back, soul, come back..."
The broken fan began to glow as the old ancestor Wuwei muttered something. Suddenly, the house was filled with wind, and the lamps and lanterns fell to the ground one after another. The tidy house was instantly in chaos.
The wind was so strong that Lingxiang could not open her eyes. She quickly covered her face with her sleeves, leaving a gap. Then she saw that the wind was coming from the broken folding fan.
It is a necromancy technique, but this method can only be used on complete souls. Xiaobai's soul has already been scattered, so how can it be effective?
Just as Lingxiang was wondering, the wind in the room stopped. But before she could put down her sleeves, another gust of wind blew up. However, this time the wind did not come from the fan, but blew in from outside the room and gathered into the fan.
Looking through the sleeves, one could actually see wisps of broken souls carried into the fan by the wind.
After a while, the strong wind stopped, and the broken fan became neat.
At this moment, fluorescent light flew out from the fan and circled in the room. With the Old Ancestor Wuwei's shout of "Collect!", the fluorescent light flew into his palm.
Upon seeing this, Lingxiang quickly pinched her fingers and made some hand gestures, then took out the phoenix egg from her Qiankun bag.
Ancestor Wuwei took a deep look at Lingxiang, raised his palm and waved it, and the fluorescent light flew into the egg.
Seeing that Wuwei Patriarch calmly withdrew his attack, Lingxiang hurriedly asked: "Grandpa, do you think your cultivation level is…"
But Patriarch Wuwei waved his hand and said in a nonchalant manner: "Don't worry, a mere gathering of souls can't do anything to Grandpa."
Lingxiang was still a little worried, but at this moment, she heard Long Qi shouting outside the house:
"Where did this evil wind come from? It's blowing my head so hard that it hurts. Put me down now! Put me down!"
(End of this chapter)
