White Snake Uh... Biography

"where are you……"

"Why can't I see you..."

The Great Peacock King Ming finally withdrew from the magic way, and the common people who were huddled in the streets and houses finally came out of their homes slowly under my call.

On the long street, a woman in simple clothes suddenly knelt in front of the Demon King's Pavilion, lying on the outside of the black mask, and looked in hard. The soldiers and soldiers lowered their heads and looked at their brothers and relatives who died on the ground without saying a word.

"Husband, where are you..."

"Why... can't I see you..."

The woman outside the black mask suddenly murmured to herself again, grabbed the wall of the mask, and pressed her face tightly against the mask, tears were already streaming down her face, no one stopped her, she let her use her hands He slapped the enchantment that protected the lifeline of the magic way.

"Soul Jade, come back." I floated in the air and drank softly.

The black mask disappeared instantly, and the woman outside the mask suddenly lost strength and fell on the ground of the Demon King's Pavilion. She didn't care whether she was injured or not. After the black mask faded, she crawled to a pile of corpses with hands and feet Next to him, he picked up the corpses stacked on top of each other with his hands, and pulled a person's face with force, just muttering and repeating a few words in his mouth:

"do not be like this……"

"I can't find you..."

I couldn't bear to look any more, turned around in the air, and looked at the place of the secluded spring.

Those who should have returned long ago have not yet returned.

I hoped with all my heart that she was so angry with me that she didn't even want to go home.

In this way, I can lie to myself that she and Bai'er may have walked out of Fengdu safely, and at this moment they are staying safely in the world of mortals, bickering with each other.

The magic way is in such a mess now, if she doesn't come back, there will be one less person who will be implicated by me.

If she doesn't come back, I can imagine that Bai'er is safe and there is no bad news.

The sneak attack from the Buddhist sect has already destroyed half of my magic path in just a short moment. Seeing that the battle is imminent, I can't go out to find them no matter what.

After taking a look at the desolate Demonic Dao after the war, I flew into the Demon King's Pavilion without looking back.

Back to the study that has trapped me for thousands of years.

With my own strength, if I want to protect the magic way again, it is already a dream.The presence of a Peacock Ming King can already destroy half of my demonic path. If the Buddha Dharma appears in person, then my demonic path will really be stripped of its lifeblood and disappear in the Three Realms.

I want to be stronger.

The power of the soul jade is not enough, there must be some way to let me cultivate the power beyond the limit.

In the study room, I lavishly flipped through the ancient books on the Demonic Dao. If it was useless, I would throw it away casually. Xige's demeanor that day.

He had never found any use for these volumes--just some paper with words on it.

He often plucks at these ancient volumes in boredom, urging me to talk with him, and when he is bored, he will randomly throw down these "papers with long words."

It was really boring - he leaned over the desk, looked at me with a frown, and complained to me helplessly.

He... With such a lazy temperament, how can he have the ability to surpass me like that?

I looked at the table that he used to like to lie on when he was bored. A beam of sunlight came from the window, and there was some tiny brilliance on the table.

In this small study room, there are always two desks, one is for me to read while leaning over the desk, and the other is for some books that I don’t read often. Leaving a small space, the small space surrounded by books is the place where he likes to stand there and look at me in a daze.

I put away the irritability in my heart, slowly walked in front of the desk where he often sat, and gently sat on his favorite seat.

The line of sight was blocked for a moment, passing the books piled high in front of the table, looking from above the books, it happened to be able to see the whole book table I used to sit on, and that oblique angle must be the reason why he often looked at me. line of sight.

Following his example, I leaned over the table and buried my head between my arms. Under my arms, I could almost smell his familiar smell from the table.

It's a very good smell of grass, soil, and sweat, sandwiched together, always full of vitality.

When I raised my head, I could see everything on my desk, but there was no one in front of it.

I stroked his table with my hand, and it turned out that in his eyes, I was there, a place that he could see when he raised his head.

The table case that is so old over the years, you can feel a slight dry hand when you caress it with your fingers. After years of polishing, this book case hidden in the house still has a weather-beaten appearance.

Time flies, but it has never let go of all creatures.

That kind of jerky touch seemed to follow a certain pattern after touching it for a long time, and I looked down curiously, only then did I realize that on his desk case, there was a case full of words written in small letters. .

He is such a person who doesn't like words, paper, and these things, he has the heart to write so much content in front of the table. I carefully removed the books piled up on the table and looked carefully. The handwriting is old, it is indeed a thousand years old. traces left before.

"Brother, if you see this, I'm afraid I'm already gone."

At the very beginning of the table case, it was actually the words that poked my heart like this. I collected myself and tried hard to identify the unclear characters——

How old was I that year, maybe five years old, no one told me, so naturally I can’t remember, I just remember my father holding my hand and walking on a foggy road without saying a word.

There was no place to rest on that road, and my father just led me on and on.

I told my father that my feet were a little sore.

My father squatted down, hugged me on his lap, and carefully pressed my ankle.I hugged my father's neck and asked him curiously, "Father, where are we going? There is so much yellow mist here that I can't see anything clearly. It's not as clean as our magic way."

But my father didn't answer me. After rubbing my ankles for a while, he hugged me. I hugged my father's neck, but I could only see a piece of the way behind my father, which had long since disappeared.

As if here, after passing by, there is no trace.

In the yellow mist, a ray of light pierced through, and I looked along the bright light, and it was a black butterfly that I had never seen before, flying back and forth against the sky.

I stretched out my hand to grab him, but my father's footsteps were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the black butterfly disappeared.

When my father stopped again, a man in red clothes in front of me looked at his father with some contempt while stroking his beard. My father put me on the ground, and the man signed a paper with his father. After that, my father didn't even look at me, and walked away without saying a word.

I stood there, not knowing whether I should call out to my father.

The grandma who raised me said that I am a prince of a Tao, so I should have the bearing of a prince of a Tao.

I bit my lip, wiped away the tears I almost shed because of fear, looked at the man in front of me, and held my head high.

I can't lose face of Mo Dao, that's what my father told me since I was a child.

"Little guy, you look quite good." The man looked at me, touched the top of my head, and said with a grim smile.

I saw that the top of his head seemed to be different from mine, my head was empty, but above his head, there was a quadrangular black precious jade faintly hanging.

That piece of precious jade is somewhat similar to the thing hanging on my father's head.

"When will you take me home?" I looked at the man and asked.

"Home?" Xuanyu's man suddenly smiled, then waved his hand to call two miserable-looking people, one black and one white, and said to me: "Little guy, this...is your home. "

I wondered in my heart: "My home is in the Devil's Way, in the Demon King's Pavilion, how can this be my home?"

"Didn't your father tell you that he gave you to us?" The man in black laughed bitterly, and said with a smile on my face.

I was afraid in my heart, but I warned myself not to take half a step back, straightened my chest even more, and said bravely: "I will give it away, then I am here, where do I want to live?"

The man in white followed suit, with a cloudy face that could not be said to be smiling or crying. He pointed to a door not far away and said, "You, live there."

"Where is that?" I asked again.

"That's the endless hell of ghosts." The man in red leaned forward, looked at me and replied.

After living in it, I realized what kind of place this endless hell is.

When there are people around, I try my best to look at those living souls who are always being tortured, pretending to be indifferent and saying: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

But in the dark night when no one was there, I couldn't help shivering in the corner, watching those people who were tortured day and night shivering.

I was so scared, so afraid that the faces of those tortured people would one day change to my appearance.

I began to slowly resent my father, the Demonic Dao, and everyone for sending me to such a terrible place.

With resentment, it is much better than hypnotizing yourself every day, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid".

Hell is like the best teacher, subtly taught me how to hate.

During those days, it seemed that I knew nothing but hatred.

Such a single and terrible day has become the most innocent part of my life.

Later, the man in red came again, and I already knew who he was.

He is Yan Luo, the master of the lineage of ghosts.

He is different from my father, I stay in the ghost realm, he will never abandon me without reason.

For a period of time, Yan Luo always went in and out of hell very frequently, brought me some food, and also taught me some ghostly spells.

He said that by learning these techniques, one can control one's own destiny and no longer be dominated by others.

I seem to be very talented in learning these things, and I also study hard, because I always hope that after I finish my studies, I can personally seek justice from my father.

At first, I just wanted to have a chance to get out of this endless hell, and ask my father why he abandoned me here, no matter what.

But then gradually these questions all turned into venomous thoughts—some questions are destined to have no answers.

So one day when Yan Luo came to the Infernal Hell again, I told him that I wanted to kill my father.

Perhaps from that day on, my life was doomed to perish.

In that year, I had been in hell for three years.That year, I should be about eight years old.

Yan Luo said that ordinary practice can never kill the father.

If you want to kill the father, you must have power beyond the Lord of the One.

The heaven and the earth are only divided into six parts, and the six masters of the six realms possess the six most powerful forces in the world. If one wants to surpass this kind of power, ordinary practice is not enough.

I begged him to tell me about the unusual method of cultivation, he hesitated for a while, and then took out an ancient book written "Double Body" from the package he carried with him.

I didn't hesitate at all, when I got the book, I practiced it immediately, and when the night fell and the wailing in the endless hell became more and more noisy, I saw the flaw in the law of practice in the back of the book .

"Those who practice this method will be trapped forever in the original body, and there will be no time for freedom."

At that time, I was so scared that I was worried about the arrival of the cocooning day in the book every day. I had too little in this life, and when the cocooning day came, I would have to even the only thing left. Freedom is lost.

I walked out of the cage where I lived, and looked at the dying souls tied to the iron frame, and many instruments of torture were still hanging on their bodies. These people were tortured day after day, and they couldn’t die even if they wanted to die. Trapped in this endless hell, there is no time to escape.

Presumably, they, like me, have nothing but despair in their hearts.

Seeing the tortured people on both sides fall behind one after another, I walked forward, but this corridor seemed to have no end.

It would be great if we could keep going like this.There is no end to the road, and there is no choice at the end of the road. If you keep walking, you will never stop facing.

Among these tortured people, a smiling face suddenly eased.

I wondered in my heart, how could anyone laugh in such a hell?

I turned around and walked, followed the smiling face that flashed just now, and found the owner of the smiling face after a while.

This is a person who was tortured to be dismembered. I don't know what wrong things he did before he was alive. After his death, he was pulled by two huge iron rods. The iron chains covered his whole body. The two iron rods retreated slowly in opposite directions, the pulled bones stretched apart, and the skin and flesh bloomed. After a while, the person was about to be torn in half from the middle.

It's just that this face is about to become two halves, the left half is still crying, but the right half seems to be smiling foolishly.

It seems that the left face is suffering from the pain of reality, but the right face is sunk in a sweet dream, unwilling to wake up.

Such a strange face and expression, I looked at it, and stayed on the spot for a while.

It wasn't until this person was finally torn apart and divided into two halves that I came back to my senses.

But at this time, my heart suddenly cleared up.

I actually came up with a solution to the disadvantage of practicing double body.

Back in the cage where I lived, according to my mind, I practiced Zhou Tian for a few days. I only felt that the source power in my body had soared by more than two times, but the faint sign of cocooning in my heart had long since disappeared without a trace.

With my own strength, I easily walked out of the hell that had trapped me for three years.

The gate of hell, which should have been extremely strong, is now made of tofu in my eyes. The time of entering and exiting hell is as easy as strolling in a courtyard.

Standing in front of Yan Luo, I released the source power of my whole body, and a trace of fear suddenly appeared on the face of the master of the way.

I know that I can finally kill my father.

So I asked Yan Luo to send a letter to Mo Dao, telling Mo Dao that Gui Dao voluntarily returned Yuanbi, the second prince of Mo Dao who was regarded as a proton.

I finally returned home, met my father, and met the elder brother who had the same origin but different fate.

Everyone thought it was the Ghost Dao intending to form an alliance with the Devil Dao, so they sent me back, but no one knew that I was the one who forced Yan Luo to release me, and sent the disaster bred by the Ghost Dao back to the Devil Dao .

Until I met my brother, my resentment had always been an indestructible determination.

But after getting along with him, I realized that there is a person in the world who I envy and get close to.

In the whole world, he is the only one who doesn't regard me as a different kind, a curse, or a burden.He looked at me very lightly, just like looking at the most ordinary ordinary person.

I actually, will be treated as a person.

My father regards me as a scheme to quell the dispute between the two, Yama regards me as a tool to assassinate my father, but he only regards me as a naughty child.

I couldn't tell whether it was my scruples about my father's soul jade, or my attachment to him, but my murderous intention was suddenly pressed down and buried deep.

Until that day, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I took my brother to Youquan to see the rare beauty, when a ray of light from the cold moon suddenly shone on me.

I suddenly felt a confusion in my head, tiredness quickly hit my body, I leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.

It wasn't until that day passed that I realized that what the yin energy of the cold moon attracted was another soul that had been dormant in my body for a long time.

I thought I had found a way to eliminate the disadvantages of the double body technique, but I didn't know that what I learned from the split body was a greater disaster than the cocoon.

I didn't know that when I was still in the endless hell, because I wanted to escape my original body and transform into a cocoon, I forcibly divided my soul into two parts.

That evil spirit has been dormant in my body for a long time, but at this moment it was finally attracted by Hanyue's yin energy, flooding out of my body.

So far, the handwriting has become very blurred. Looking at the terrible experience described in the case, I didn't know that behind my peaceful childhood, that poor child had already suffered so much torture.

Xige... I recalled that day when he lazily leaned on my shoulder and watched the moon side by side with me under the secluded spring, but I didn't know that at that moment, I was destined to say goodbye forever.

I struggled to trace the notes he left with my fingers, and I just felt like a knife was twisting my heart.

If this world is destined to have so many misfortunes, why do the six realms still exist in this unfortunate world!

I put both hands in front of the desk he had touched, desperately trying to get closer to him. Pressing my fingers, I suddenly discovered that there was an even more hidden paragraph on the side of such a small handwriting.

If the long paragraph of description seemed like he was talking to himself, then on this small paragraph, it pointed out the person who said it.

"Brother, I know that after I have fallen into the schemes of ghosts step by step, the child who has practiced a double body in the endless hell is already doomed to annihilate the demonic way. I don't care about the demonic way that can be overthrown by flipping a hand, but But I can't let go of you who live in the magic way."

"Brother, in the Three Realms and Six Paths, I can't let you go."

"But... I can't do it anymore. The evil spirit has been born, and I can't restrain him in my body. It's only a matter of time."

"I wrote down the method of double body, and I also wrote down the method of attracting two souls that I realized here. This night, I sat down at my desk and wrote for a long time. I wanted to let you come over at dawn. Find flaws in the two methods recorded, so that I can be erased."

"But after I finished writing, I found that I didn't have the courage... I knew that I didn't have the courage to tell you this in person, so I used this method to tell you that I knew it. I don't even have the courage to..."

"Brother, if you don't kill me, the Demon Dao and you will be destroyed by me alone. I only want to die myself in exchange for your safety. But... But I am so afraid that if you force you to kill me with your own hands , you yourself...will feel sorry for yourself."

"Brother, the evil spirit has strangled my lifeline. I can't kill myself. I hope someone else will kill me, but I just want to die in your hands..."

"Because of this, when I am about to die, I can spend more time with you..."

"Brother, I..."

The last two characters seem to have been written, but he crossed them out with his own hands. He scratched them thoroughly, no matter how hard I try to identify them, I still can't recognize the ending of the characters.

I stroked his signed name, and when my fingers touched "Xige", I felt like my heart was shattered into ashes, and even my breath became a sharp knife.

I silently wrote down the spell he wrote, and after confirming that it was firmly in my mind, I took the soul jade from the top of my head, remained silent for a while, and finally smashed the soul jade on his desk.

The brilliance rose and fell, the sawdust flew, and the smoke and dust swayed, leaving only pieces of ash. The table case with his blood and tears had completely disappeared in the Three Realms.

The soul jade that fell to the ground shone brightly and swayed in the dust. I still remember my obsession to destroy the ghost way after Xige and Wansu died, but at this moment, this obsession finally disappeared from my heart.

This world is already like this, this world is already heartless, what's the use of annihilating a ghost realm?

I picked up the soul jade again, hung the soul jade high above my head and returned it to its place, and when I walked out of the study, I already had the means to solve the upcoming war between the demonic way and the Buddhist way.

Perhaps, if the Six Paths are annihilated, there will be no more misfortunes.

With a clear heart, I turned around and walked out of the Youquan of the Demon Path.

The author has something to say: You may wish to guess what the last two words Xige left in front of the case are...

In fact, I am the heart of Sima Zhao...