Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 319: The Blessed One

In the dead of night, a paper figure was muttering about marriage and auspicious times, which was quite humorous.

Unfortunately, Wei Xi, the person involved, couldn't laugh.

The paper man stood in front of Wei Xi, his narrow eyes revealing a malicious look. The remaining few flower-mouthed monkeys trembled and lay on the ground, fearing that they would follow in the same fate as their companions.

Wei Xi suppressed his uneasiness and calmly put the bamboo knife in his sleeve.

"It's really not good to miss the auspicious time..." Wei Xi paused for a moment, then said in a nonchalant tone: "It's probably too late to rush over now, why not find another time..."

"Not right!" The paper figurine's voice suddenly became sharp, and the paper scraps rustled. "The auspicious time is the auspicious time. If you miss it, you will miss the Empress's important event!"

"Don't worry, my dear guest. I've already prepared a sedan chair just a few steps away. I won't miss you!"

After saying this, the paper man's face folded into an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and with the flickering lights, it was a scene that would give a child nightmares at the first sight of it.

Wei Xi didn't know what the other party was up to, but she absolutely refused to sit in the sedan chair: the sedan chair mentioned by Zhiren might be made of paper. What if she jumped into it and got burned?
If Lian Gou Xie were here, perhaps we could try to get him to crawl into the paper man to find out what's going on.

So Wei Xi smiled and said, "Since it's only a few steps away, please lead the way. I'll be there in a few quick steps!"

Upon hearing this, the paper man did not object and walked out, grabbing a paper lantern. A cluster of flames flickered from inside the lantern, which looked from a distance like a ghost fire floating in the thick night.

On the other hand, the flower-mouthed monkeys were timid and cowardly, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They were afraid of the paper man like a tiger, but they dared to get angry with Wei Xi, waving their weapons to intimidate him.

Little did he know that Wei Xi's mind was no longer on these monkeys, and he didn't take their provocation seriously: judging from the performance of the paper figures, these monkeys were not important characters.

Wei Xi was not very old, and she had always been taboo against weddings in the past, so she had no idea about her chances of getting married, and she was extremely nervous.

Therefore, Wei Xi put more energy into observing the surrounding environment: this is an exquisite garden, without the magnificent style of the northern border, but with the utmost tenderness in the details, pavilions, towers, grass and trees, just like phantoms in a dream and landscapes in pots.

Perhaps because of the wedding mentioned by the paper, the yard was full of festive decorations. The bright red satin fit the curves of the building, as if it was covered with a layer of skin, or as if a layer of bloody skin had been peeled off.

A flower-mouthed monkey pretended to approach Wei Xi and was about to charge into him, but Wei Xi, who was always keeping an eye on everything, kicked it hard and made it fall to the ground.

The flower-mouthed monkey was furious and was about to pounce. Unfortunately, the situation changed. Wei Xi, furious, grabbed the shovel and hit the monkey's head violently a dozen times, beating it until it was pissing and shitting.

The poor flower-mouthed monkey failed to take advantage of the situation and could only seize the opportunity to rush back to his companions, trying to hide himself from Wei Xi's sight.

Wei Xi, who witnessed all this, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then lowered his eyes and pretended to be a fool who turned a blind eye.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the team led by the paper man arrived at the gate of a small courtyard.

Pushing open the door, a row of paper figures stood inside, all in different colors and shapes: some were painted in coarse cloth, some were painted in silk and satin, and some were thick-shouldered and muscular...

Wei Xi could see clearly that the largest room in the courtyard had two red lanterns hanging in it. Although there was light, he could only see the couplets on both sides, which contained nothing more than some words expressing feelings about the mountains and rivers.

At this point, the six-fingered monkeys stopped outside the courtyard and squatted quietly in a row against the wall. A paper figure holding a paper lantern gestured to the uneasy Wei Xi to follow it. The latter took a deep breath and walked heavily into the courtyard.

The short distance was extremely difficult to walk. Wei Xi's right hand, covered by his sleeve, tightly gripped the knife handle, ready to chop this crazy world apart at any time.

The seemingly short distance actually felt extremely long. The calmer the situation was, the tighter the string of reason in Wei Xi's mind became.

Halfway through the journey, the paper mannequin in the yard seemed to have some sense and suddenly turned its face towards Wei Xi.

Looking at those horrific faces, Wei Xi's heart was overwhelmed: the faces of these paper figures were covered with wounds of varying severity, and most of them were knife wounds; some of them had no eyes, or more accurately, where they should have eyes was painted with a thick red horizontal line...

"These people were clearly massacred!" Wei Xi thought to himself, "Could it be that they are the villagers who died in vain?"

"What on earth is this? The Immortality Wood helps believers realize their dreams in the underworld?" Wei Xi couldn't help but twitch his lips. "It's a pretty good wood!"

"But what is the purpose of the Longevity Wood? To inherit the tribe or to seek revenge?"

Wei Xi couldn't figure out the thoughts of the Longevity Wood for the time being, but she was 80% sure that this strange scene was related to the tragedy that had happened in the village.

"If that's the case... the protagonist of this marriage..."

While Wei Xi was thinking, he had already arrived at the door of the house following the paper man with the lantern.

The paper figure holding the lantern bent down slightly and knocked on the door. A rustling sound rang out, "The Quanfu people are here!"

Wei Xi was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she was a blessed person!

The hair-combing ceremony before a bride's wedding often carries a symbol of blessing. It is usually performed by the bride's mother or a "Quanfu Ren" (a person of good fortune). A "Quanfu Ren" is considered a person of good fortune, and having her comb the bride's hair symbolizes a future as blissful and fulfilling as that of a "Quanfu Ren" (a person of good fortune).

Before Wei Xi was born, Wei Li would occasionally be the lucky bride. After Wei Xi was born, no one asked Wei Li to comb the bride's hair anymore.

Wei Xi originally thought that she was here as a guest, but she didn't expect that she actually had such an identity; moreover, if measured by tradition, the fact that she was mute alone would not make her a so-called blessed person.

Wei Xi doesn't believe there is something fishy going on here.

The thing inside heard the paper figurine's words, slowly opened the door, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Come in quickly! This is the only one missing!"

The one who opened the door was not a paper man, to be precise, it was a half-paper man: its head, right leg and left arm were all cut out of paper, and the wooden torso was relatively intact. Occasional damage was covered with paper, making it look both funny and scary.

What made Wei Xi even more uneasy was that the other party's words implied that there was more than one happy person: Could it be that the bride had several heads?

"It would be great if she had multiple heads," Wei Xi thought secretly, "If Qin Feng and the others get dragged into this, it would be disastrous!"

　Wei Xi (trying to understand): It must be for revenge!
　　Changshengmu (scratching the roots): Catch two unlucky guys for fun!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)