Chapter 165 Mending
Chapter 165 Mending
Jin Zijiu turned around as well, first looking with his cloudy blind eyes, then tilted his face to the side, his expression still calm and composed: "You are the leader of Ranshan Sect, and you are also a swordsman?"
"Ah."
"Want me to hear your flying sword?"
Li Wuxiang immediately released the small sword and asked it to spin slightly at his fingertips. Jin Zijiu listened for a while and nodded: "The movement of the flying sword is so pleasant to hear. Are you a golden elixir... or a Yuanying?"
Li Wuxiang hesitated for a moment: "Just formed the elixir."
"I told you that this is weird. If you want to say it's Nascent Soul, then you haven't practiced the Feixian Sword Transformation Chapter of this flying sword to the right level. But if you want to say it's Golden Core, then your Taiyi Sect's internal energy has been cultivated to Golden Core, so the one on the sword is not blood, but blood evil, right?"
"Ah."
"Then the evil spirit on your flying sword is sufficient, which shows that you have a strong desire to kill. However, the blood energy is insufficient, so it is a stretch to say that it is blood evil... Is it because of your golden coil? Oh, because you are a Green Bag Immortal?"
After all, he was the Supreme Sect Master who had lived for more than four hundred years. Just by hearing this, he told all his background clearly!
"Yes, I am a Qing Nang fairy. I came to the garden to steal medicine because I want to cultivate myself to the realm of being covered with golden clouds."
Jin Zijiu sighed, walked into the room, bent down and groped for something under the bed: "Come in and sit down. Now that we've come to this, tell me what's going on. You're a swordsman and the leader of Ranshan Sect, why did Tianxin Sect also want to capture you?"
Li Wuxiang put away his flying sword and walked into the house. But there was only one chair by the table, so he stood there and watched Jin Zijiu take out a horseshoe needle from the wooden box under the bed and rub it on his clothes.
He recounted everything that happened from Ranshan to Deyang, and then to what happened in the Xuanguang Mirror tonight, but did not mention Jiang Jie's affairs in Youjiuyuan.
Jin Zi sat on the bedside holding the needle, groping to thread a dragon whisker in her hand. When Li Wuxiang finished speaking, she sighed, "If what you said is true, it is the people on Yulun Mountain who do not abide by the morality of the Thirty-Six Sects. As for you... seeing an old man like me guarding the garden alone but not having the intention to kill, I believe what you said."
She waved her hand and said, "Go get some water from the well."
Li Wuxiang saw a copper basin in the corner of the room, so he picked it up, walked outside, filled it with half a basin of water, and brought it to Jin Zijiu.
She put down the needle and washed her hands first. The skin on her hands was wrinkled and brown like chicken skin. But after washing in the water, the skin seemed to be full of water and immediately became plump and clean. After a few washes, it looked as slender and strong as a young person's, and no longer trembled slightly.
She dipped the water again and rubbed her eyes. Her pupils immediately changed from cloudy and pale to clear, and finally to distinct black and white.
She stared at Li Wuxiang and smiled: "What a handsome young man. Come, let me see your injury."
What kind of magic does this water have?! Li Wuxiang couldn't help but look at the water in the basin again, but Jin Zijiu said, "You can't touch this thing. It's not as good as you think."
Li Wuxiang put down the copper basin, sat down beside the bed, and lifted up the clothes on his chest.
Jin Zijiu reached in and first pulled the leather bag aside, revealing the damaged gold clasp. He then gently touched the edge of the gold clasp with a horseshoe needle with dragon whiskers, and Li Wuxiang shrank slightly in pain.
Jin Zijiu grabbed him and said, "Don't be so delicate. Bear with it. The pain is still to come."
Li Wuxiang could only say, "Yeah."
She began to sew, threading the golden thread as if she were actually mending. Li Wuxiang felt extremely painful, as if the needle was piercing his soul directly. But he could only hold back and not move, his skin began to shrink and contract, just like a person breathing in pain.
Jin Zijiu threaded a few stitches, glanced at him, and said, "Do you know the origin of this thing?"
Li Wuxiang pursed his lips tightly: "I don't know."
"Then you are not doing a very good job as the leader of Ranshan." Jin Zijiu said as he slowly threaded the thread, "This thing is the treasure of Ranshan. You should know its origin."
"The Golden Chanzi, like the other thirty-five sects' treasures, is actually made from the same treasure. But it's a long story. Alas, I know about it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
Li Wuxiang endured the severe pain and whispered, "Senior, are you referring to... the memories that the True Spirit left for you?"
"Yes."
After she said this, she started inserting the needle again, and Li Wuxiang's whole body tensed up in pain again.
So she said, "Actually, it's not quite right to call that treasure a treasure, because it was once alive. During the war more than 3,000 years ago, we also had the help of demon kings. One of the demon kings called himself the Ninth Prince, and he was a dragon who had attained enlightenment."
Li Wuxiang was stunned: "Are there really dragons in this world?"
Jin Zijiu smiled and said, "If you say there is no dragon, there is indeed the Ninth Young Master. But if you say there is one, no one in the world has seen one since him. But Taiyi said before he became a Taoist that there are dragons in this world, so there are dragons, maybe just not in the Central Continent."
"The treasure you're talking about is the Ninth Young Master. He was killed by the Sun Emperor in a war before, and the people of Xuanjiao refined his body into a magic weapon. Since he is a friend who came to help, we naturally can't let him fall into the hands of the enemy, so Taiyi took his body back."
"But that was a long time later. Taiyi said before that if we took back his body, we could use the Netherworld Scroll to revive him, but at that time the Netherworld Scroll had been divided into eight parts, so we couldn't save him. So for the sake of the overall situation, we could only refine the magic weapon made from his body again and refine it into the magic weapon in the hands of the thirty-six True Immortals, which became the treasure of the thirty-six sects later."
The wound was half-sewn at this time. Li Wuxiang still felt pain, but the feeling in his heart was different.
The pain that Jin Chanzi had felt before was like a person waking up and finding pain somewhere in the body, not knowing the specific reason or how to solve it, so this pain was mixed with fear and worry, making the pain worse and making the mood become uncomfortable.
Now, as the wound was gradually sutured, the lingering pain disappeared, and the only thing left was the stinging pain of the horseshoe needle piercing the gold wrap. This kind of pain was like the doctor's debridement or the squeeze of acne. It was a kind of pain that I knew was controllable and would go away. That's why Li Wuxiang realized that Jin Zijiu seemed to be talking to him just to chat with him so that he wouldn't feel so much pain.
He sighed in his heart. After coming to this world, he had seen too much malice, and of course a lot of kindness. But because of what happened in You Jiuyuan, he had to stay away from that kindness before he had time to enjoy it.
So the current scene, the thatched hut, the oil lamp, and a kind elder sewing his body like a kind old mother... This feeling reminded him of the cold winter night, the lonely traveler, and the dim and warm campfire.
He even felt a little fear in his heart and hoped that he could leave here as soon as possible - to temporarily put an end to everything that was happening tonight in a friendly manner.
But he had to listen to everything Jin Zijiu said, and he had to ask questions. He endured the pain and said, "Senior, where is Jin Chanzi?"
"Golden Chanzi is made from dragon tendons. Tendons and bones are what hold people up. So you should have also practiced Guangchanzi from Taiyi Sect, and that's how you became a Qingnang Immortal."
"It sounds like... Jin Chanzi and Guang Chanzi are a perfect match?"
"In theory, Taiyi Sect is the ancestor of all sects in the world. When refining the thirty-six sect treasures, all the methods and techniques were preserved in Taiyi Sect. Although a lot of them have been lost over the years, there may still be some left. Guang Chanzi's method may have been figured out by Taiyi Sect based on the method of refining Jin Chanzi, which is not surprising."
"But the Golden Twister itself is rare. How should I put it? The treasures of the thirty-six sects are all rare. Have you been to Lingshan?"
"Yes. I used the Xuanguang Mirror from the Tianxin Sect, which I told you about before."
Jin Zijiu smiled slowly: "Ordinary people can't go to Lingshan Mountain if they stay in the Xuanguang Mirror. The mirror can only collect souls. But you can go to Lingshan Mountain with your physical body. Don't you find it strange?"
"...Guang Chanzi has reached the realm of Pi Jin Xia, so it seems that he can go there."
"That's right. Did you achieve the Golden Cloud?"
Li Wuxiang was stunned: "...Is it because of Jin Chanzi?"
"Yes. In this world, when you reach the highest realm, you become a Golden Immortal. If you are a little worse, you become a True Immortal, and then a Yang God. But in fact, between Yang God and True Immortal, there is a Void. The golden entanglement on you and the other thirty-five items all have that Void. This Void is a good thing. For example, if you have it, although your strength is not there, your realm seems to have reached it. You can reach the Lingshan Mountain in the realm of Jie Jiugong. But there is also a disadvantage, that is, if you don't give it up, then when you reach the top in the future, this Void will always be above Yang God and below True Immortal."
"So, it is said that cultivating Guang Chanzi can make one become a Qing Nang Immortal. This is a real immortal, but one needs the Jin Chanzi to become one. As for the choices in the future, it's up to you." She slowly finished the last stitch, and just used up two dragon whiskers. "I used this thing to replenish you. In fact, it is still not as good as dragon tendons, but I think there are no dragon tendons in the world. It's not good, but it can be used for a few decades."
She put away the needle, stood up from the bedside, and walked to the door of the thatched cottage. Li Wuxiang saw her slowly straighten her body and look outside, as if she was enjoying the beautiful scenery in the garden.
He put on his clothes and walked to the door. At this time, Jin Zijiu hunched over again and turned his head.
Her eyes became cloudy again. Before, they were cloudy and pale, but still round, but now they became wrinkled, like two dried fruits. Li Wuxiang looked at her hands again and found that they had become older than before, with only bones and thin skin left, and they were shaking violently.
He let out a breath: "Senior, please don't let me touch the well water... You used this water, so..."
Jin Zijiu walked to the table and sat down, waving his hand: "Don't worry about it. The Thirty-Six Sects should help each other. But I can't take care of the people on Yulun Mountain, so I'll just do my best to atone for their sins. This is what I should do. Go ahead, take two of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head in the garden. But these two are not for atonement, but to exchange for two things with you."
"what's up?"
"Hearing what you said, I think the fate of Tianxin Sect is about to end, but I hope you can give Yulun Mountain a glimmer of hope. Didn't you say that you led a girl named Cheng Shengfei to become a swordsman? You have to save her life and bring her to me."
"The second thing is not urgent. It's just that if the Tianxin Sect sided with the Liubu Xuan Sect, they would definitely want to take away the sect's treasure, the Finger to the Moon Mysterious Light. Then your Taiyi Sect would definitely try to prevent that thing from falling into their hands. By then, I hope that the treasure will fall into your hands, not someone else's."
Li Wuxiang was stunned: "Senior, this is the first time we meet, you——"
Jin Zijiu smiled and said, "I have lived for more than 400 years. I can tell whether a person is good or bad at a glance. When I look at you, I think you are a good person. You see, my eyes are blind, but my heart is not blind. Go, go under that tree and dig deeper to see."
Li Wuxiang followed his instructions and walked to the nearest medicinal tree, raised his flying sword, and suddenly spun under the tree.
After Jin Chanzi was stitched up, the wound on his body began to heal gradually. He used his Dan power and drilled a deep hole in just one breath. When the flying sword went down, some white bone fragments were mixed in the flying soil. Li Wuxiang put away the flying sword and took a closer look - there were human bones buried there, and it looked like not just one, but several.
"You are not the only one who has come here all these years. If it is good, I will give him some gifts and send him away. If it is bad, it is under this tree. There are 112 sabdariffa trees in this garden, and there are some under each tree, some with more, some with less." Jin Zijiu stood far away, "If you promise me, go and get the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, and get out now."
Li Wuxiang was silent for a while, then asked: "Senior, is there anything I can do for you? If you are trapped here——"
Jin Zijiu slowly shook his head: "That's my own business."
"Okay. Then...several of my friends are trapped in the forbidden formation of Tianxin Sect——"
Jin Zijiu smiled and said, "You shouldn't ask me this. I am the Supreme Master of Tianxin Sect, but you have to fight me. I won't teach you how to deal with my disciples."
Li Wuxiang nodded: "I understand."
In fact, he still had many questions to ask. If Jin Zijiu retained some of Guiyin Zhenjun's memories in her mind, then she must know more details and secrets of the battle three thousand years ago, especially those related to the Netherworld Earth Mother.
However, she seemed to have already expressed her intention to thank him, so Li Wuxiang could only bow to her and said, "Okay. Senior, I have one last question - if I want to know about the Netherworld Mother, can I still come to ask you in the future?"
"If you can bring the little girl here, you can ask me three things. Go ahead."
(End of this chapter)