I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 145 Past and Present Life
Since he had made up his mind, Li Qingyun took a deep breath and said to Yun Zhaozhong:
"Uncle Yun, you get up first. I promise you that I will do my best to find Su Yue'e.

"But let me be frank. The methods of the Pluto Dao practitioners are treacherous, and your wife's cultivation is very high. If she really wants to hide, I may not be able to find her in a short time."

When Yun Zhaozhong heard that Li Qingyun had agreed to this, hope ignited in his eyes again, and he quickly stood up and said:

"I know, I know! As long as you try your best..."

Li Qingyun nodded, and took Su Yue'e's clone to her boudoir. He then found a few of her personal belongings and used them as a medium to continue the divination:

"The location of Su Yue'e's true body..."

The next moment, a pitch-black cave suddenly appeared above the gray fog of the mysterious palace.

The entrance of the cave is surrounded by rugged rocks, like the open fangs of some giant creature, ready to devour any life that enters.

Li Qingyun was shocked and immediately held his breath and concentrated, wanting to further divine and probe his mind into it to find out the truth.

At this moment, thousands of dazzling golden lights suddenly burst out in the picture, like lightning tearing through the darkness, instantly illuminating the entire space.

What followed was an indescribable and strange figure that occupied all vision.

The image was huge and strange, as if it came from another dimension. It had no facial features or limbs, and its entire body was made up of endless darkness and shadows. It seemed to be the embodiment of pure nothingness and terror.

The shadow's shape is not fixed, it is constantly flowing and changing, like a twisted chaos in the darkness.

At the core of the figure, there was a thick black fog, so deep that it seemed to be able to swallow all light.

In the thick fog, countless tentacles can be vaguely seen. Their surfaces are covered with densely packed eyes, and they are constantly twisting irregularly. Every time they wriggle, they emit unbearable mutterings and whispers.

Li Qingyun looked at the image in front of him and immediately felt a strong resonance, and a large amount of knowledge instantly appeared in his mind.

It was information from another golden tablet that made him recognize the indescribable totem in front of him at once.

That is the mythical beast that possesses some of the powers of "distortion" and "confinement" - Chaos!
Li Qingyun was slightly surprised. It turned out that the third golden tablet was related to Su Yue'e.

However, the "Chaos" totem containing divinity naturally concealed some of the secrets and made it impossible for him to glimpse Su Yue'e's true location.

But if she had not gone far and was still in the city of Bianliang, then the dark cave in the divination picture might very well refer to the Wuyou Cave, or to an even more ancient ruin deeper underground.

Unfortunately, the interior of Wuyou Cave is very complicated and there is no clear revelation on how to use divination. Trying to find someone inside is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Li Qingyun thought about it and decided to look for other clues from other angles.

So he continued to divine:

"Su Yue'e's true identity..."

With Su Yue'e's clone as a medium and the sacrifice of his blood and energy, Li Qingyun finally saw the past and present lives of this Hades cultivator...

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The once peaceful and harmonious village now only has the shadow of death.

In the center of the village, the bodies of the children were piled up into a small hill. The ground was soaked with blood and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and decay.

Countless little hands and feet hung down limply, and the once innocent faces were now stiff and pale, with no light in their eyes anymore.

Next to the pile of corpses, a young and handsome Taoist priest knelt on the ground, holding his son in his trembling hands - that was his only child.

The little boy should have been playing carefree in the village, but at this moment the child's body was cold and stiff, and his eyes that once sparkled with curiosity were closed forever, and he could no longer respond to his father's call.

The Taoist's eyes were filled with unspeakable pain and despair, and tears silently slid down his fair face.

His throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make a sound. Only deep sobs came from deep in his chest.

His body trembled with grief, and his arms tightly held his son's body in his arms, as if he wanted to use his body temperature to exchange for his lost life.

Slowly, the Taoist's eyes became empty, and his soul seemed to have been torn apart by this endless grief. He untied his hair, took off his Taoist robe, put down his sword for slaying demons, and holding his son's body, he slowly walked into the afterglow of the sunset and disappeared beyond the horizon...

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In a desolate ruin, night fell and the wind howled.

The handsome man stood alone in front of a strange altar, his eyes flashing with madness and despair.

The altar was built of ancient black stones and was covered with runes filled with evil aura. It emitted a faint red light, silently summoning some forbidden power.

In the center of the altar, the man's son lay there quietly, his body cold and stiff, but because of petrification, he had not decayed.

The man gently stroked the child's forehead with his hands, endless sadness and pain in his eyes.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and began to chant the ancient spell softly. His low and hoarse voice was full of blasphemy and taboos.

As the spell sounded, the runes on the altar suddenly burst into a dazzling red light, the light was as thick as blood, illuminating the night sky.

The man's voice became deeper and more solemn, as if resonating with the existence of another world.

"Great Lord of the Netherworld, you are the king of the abyss, the ruler of darkness, and the master of all the creatures in the Netherworld!
"I, Niu Shaoquan, am willing to offer my three souls and seven spirits to you, and become your most loyal servant in exchange for your guidance to fulfill my wish!"

Suddenly, a dark light rose from the center of the altar and gradually enveloped the child.

Amid the alternation of light and darkness, the child's body kept trembling slightly, as if there was a force in his body struggling to escape from the strange beam of light.

However, the man's will was firm and unshakable. He continued to chant the spell until a ghost slowly rose from the child's body.

The ghost emitted a faint blue light, full of confusion and helplessness.

It circled the altar, as if searching for something familiar.

A trace of pain flashed in the man's eyes, but he did not stop what he was doing.

Just as the ghost was about to dissipate, he suddenly raised the crystal ruby ​​in his hand and chanted a spell. A dazzling red light burst out, making the ruby ​​look extremely charming. Under the strong suction, the ghost was quickly sucked into it.

The child's soul kept tumbling and spinning in the gem, and was finally completely sealed in blood.

The man showed a painful smile on his face. He inserted the gem into the pendant and slowly hung it around his neck. He gently stroked the warm and smooth surface and murmured:

"Xiao Jie, we succeeded. No matter what lies ahead, whether it is the corruption of the soul or the endless darkness, Dad has no regrets. I will find the murderer's clone and kill him completely to complete the revenge of our Niu Village!

"Moreover, I will definitely find a suitable body for you, even if it requires me to become a woman and personally carry you for ten months to give birth to you, I will do it at all costs..."

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On the vast wilderness, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the golden sea of ​​grass, dyeing the entire world into a vast blood-red.

The elderly man stood alone in the middle of the grassland, his hair white as frost, his face full of marks of time. His body was hunched by the ravages of time. His back looked so lonely and helpless, but in his eyes, the flames of unwillingness and anger were still burning.

The ruthless years have taken away his strength, leaving him no longer able to seek revenge on the enemy who destroyed everything he had.

This sadness and despair bound him like an iron chain, getting tighter and tighter, almost causing him to collapse.

The old man clenched his fists, his hatred uncontrollably in his chest. He suddenly jumped up, pointed at the cloudless sky and cursed:
"Thief God! Dog God! Robber God! Those who believe in you will not have a good death, while the evildoers who harm all living beings are at large! You bully the weak and fear the strong, and you can't tell right from wrong. Why do you have the right to be God?"

The man became crazier and crazier as he cursed, from God to the gods and Buddhas, and then to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Yao, Shun, Yu, Tang, the Qin Emperor and the Han Emperor, Confucius and all the sages, he cursed them all, but he still couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart.

At this moment, the rustling sound of footsteps broke the silence of the grassland. The man suddenly stopped talking and turned around, and found a middle-aged woman with a graceful temperament slowly walking towards him.

The woman's skin was as pale as snow, as if it had never been exposed to the sun. Her almost transparent skin made every blood vessel clearly visible, like blue-green threads winding on the back of her hands and cheeks.

Her hair was also pure white, like frosted grass in winter, hanging gently on her shoulders.

The woman's eyes were slightly sunken, and her eyeballs were a light pink, which made her look particularly sensitive and fragile. However, in those clear and pale eyes, there was a hint of the vicissitudes and wisdom of time, as if she had seen through the joys and sorrows of the world.

"who are you?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a deep sense of vigilance.

The mysterious woman smiled slightly, her white hair fluttering gently, and her eyes were like a bright moon, full of silent power and deep tranquility:
"Like you, I am also a poor person abandoned by the evil God. You curse very well, I love to listen to you, tell me your story, maybe I can help you."

When the man saw the woman in front of him, even though he was heartbroken, he still instinctively felt a deep fear. He took two steps back, turned around and was about to run.

However, the next moment, seven huge furry tails suddenly burst out from behind the woman, forming a huge net that covered the sky and the earth, completely blocking the man's way in all directions.

The man trembled and looked at the woman desperately, his eyes full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, my child, everything will be fine, tell me your story..."

The voice full of temptation like a silver bell drilled into the man's mind. His expression gradually became peaceful. The desire to confide overcame his reason. The secret buried for many years was like a flood that broke through the dam, and it kept pouring out...

His wife and children died tragically, but he was powerless to seek revenge...

She sold her soul and left her son's soul behind, but she couldn't find a suitable body for him to be resurrected...

"...Over the years, I have traveled through mountains and rivers, through the Song Dynasty, Dali, Daxia and Liao, but I have always missed my enemy! What should I do! What should I do!"

At the end of his speech, the man roared at the top of his lungs, madly venting the depression and dissatisfaction in his heart.

The woman remained motionless and listened quietly, like a cold statue standing alone in the long river of time.

After a long silence, she finally spoke:
“You didn’t identify the murderer, perhaps because you were looking in the wrong direction at the beginning.

“The Devil Way has a secret technique. When the main body dies, the clone he leaves behind not only inherits the main body’s memory and cultivation, but can also jump to a new cultivation path under special opportunities because the main body’s fate is erased, without being restricted by the collapse and backlash.

“This kind of thing is very complicated to do and the success rate is extremely slim, but it is not impossible.

"The reason why you can't use the power of the underworld to lock onto the enemy who is deeply bound to your fate is probably because he is an extremely rare dual-path practitioner, and the other path is a witch. He can pray to the power of the ancestor witch to change his fate, so that all the previous causes and effects can be transferred to the dead master, and you can end up with a clean slate."

Every word the woman spoke hit the man's heart like a sledgehammer.

He was finally moved:
"so what should I do?"

The woman did not answer, but took out an ancient bronze mirror and a golden tablet emitting divine light from her bosom, handed them to the other party and said:
“Apart from the three orthodox paths, there are very few dual-path practitioners. It’s not difficult to find them. But I have other things to do, so I can’t always stay by your side and teach you step by step.

"I'll lend you this bronze mirror. You and I can communicate with each other through it. In the next few years, I will continue to instruct you, teach you how to rely on the power of the netherworld to take over another body and be reborn, teach you how to find your enemies and take revenge, and teach you how to reshape Xiaojie's body.

"This golden tablet will give you infinite power and help you defeat your enemies, but you must not expose it unless it is absolutely necessary."

"As long as you do what I say, you will get what you want."

The man's hands trembled slightly as he took the bronze mirror, seeming to be able to feel the powerful force coming from it.

However, there was still a trace of hesitation and fear in his heart:

"Why do you want to help me? What price do you want me to pay? I have already offered my three souls and seven spirits to the 'Lord of the Underworld'. I have nothing left to give you."

The woman smiled slightly, her pale face showing a chilly chill:
"I've said before, I'm also a poor person who was harmed by others. We share the same suffering, so we should help each other. Maybe one day, you will help me realize my wish of killing my enemies..."

As she spoke, she stood up, moved her shoulders, retracted her huge white tail, turned around and disappeared at the end of the sunset on the grassland, leaving only the man kneeling on the ground, holding a bronze mirror and a golden tablet in his hands, with an ecstatic smile on his face...

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The picture shattered into pieces, and Li Qingyun came back to his senses from the long divination image, but his heart was full of shock.

He looked up and saw a bronze mirror engraved with strange patterns on the dressing table in front of him...

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(End of this chapter)