Chapter Ch121.2 - Snow Pear Flavored Dead Gong (20)
Translated by Hua Li ^_^
As Gou Liang chanted, the Nine PaG.o.da Tower soared into the sky, transforming into a majestic and towering structure. All the people and ghosts present were indiscriminately sucked into the tower, and then the tower reversed and flung Yuan Qing and the others out.
Only Gou Liang’s voice echoed from within the tower, “Chant the scriptures to vanquish evil and help me eliminate this fierce ghost!”
“Alright!”
Everyone hurriedly complied.
With nearly four thousand disciples of the Changtian Gate chanting the Golden Light Mantra in unison, their combined spiritual power reverberated through the mountains and rivers, incredibly potent. And when this vast spiritual power was absorbed by the Nine PaG.o.da Tower and circulated through the artifacts, its power increased ninefold, becoming extraordinary!
Even though Bi Xia wore a top-tier protective artifact purchased by Gou Liang from the system for the value of 6666, he felt his head splitting with pain, almost unable to stand steady, let alone Guyang.
Black blood burst from his seven orifices in an instant, and he abruptly separated from Du Gu Yang’s body. The ghostly aura on his body dissipated layer by layer and the Changtian Seal slipped out of his control.
“In the mysteries of heaven and earth, the root of ten thousand energies. Through extensive cultivation over countless eons, I demonstrate my divine power…”
One after another, the chanting of scriptures drilled into Guyang’s ears.
For three thousand years, he never slackened in his daily recitations of these scriptures. However, at this moment, the pain was unbearable as never before.
Guyang’s flesh, saturated with ghostly aura, was quickly crushed by the fierce and sharp qi. Layers upon layers of ghostly aura dispersed from his body, leaving him extremely weakened.
His protective garments began to tear apart, but Gou Liang found the speed insufficient. He cast spells to burn away Guyang’s clothing, exposing him completely beneath the laws of the heavens.
Previously, Guyang always carefully concealed his ghostly aura. With his acc.u.mulated merits, it was difficult for the heavens to detect the sins he had committed, such as using the blood of children for forbidden rituals, which should have incurred divine punishment. But now, with his ghostly aura emanating faintly and with Gou Liang deliberately channeling thunderous power, all of Guyang’s sins and deeds in this life were laid bare before the heavens, undeniable and unrepentant.
Although he possessed great merit, attempting to deceive the heavens was a crime that no amount of merit could offset.
Thunder and lightning descended from the sky, intensified several times over, and pierced through the Nine PaG.o.da Tower to strike Guyang’s soul, intending to scatter it. Guyang knew his death was imminent and exclaimed in anger, “Even if I die, I will still rid the world of your menace!”
Suddenly, he emitted a radiant aura of merit, using his three thousand years of acc.u.mulated merit to bargain with the heavens, trying to exchange it for Bi Xia’s life!
The heavens granted his final wish, and the thunder and lightning instantly split into two, with one bolt striking towards Bi Xia with unstoppable speed!
[Ding!! Executor No. 00401—]
“Bi Xia, get out of the way!!”
Gou Liang’s mind was roaring, not even hearing the full warning from the main system, and instinctively threw himself towards Bi Xia.
“Xiao Keng’erl!”
Bi Xia was greatly shocked and immediately flipped over to shield Gou Liang beneath him.
In an instant, the thunderbolt arrived!
“Don’t!!”
Holding onto Bi Xia, Gou Liang’s hands clung tightly, his mind blank and unable to even think about what tool to use to counter the imminent danger before them.
Just as Bi Xia and Gou Liang felt that they were doomed, the thunder and lightning about to strike them suddenly dissipated into nothingness. The triumphant laughter of Guyang abruptly ceased—he stared in disbelief as the thunderbolt, which should have blasted Bi Xia and Gou Liang into dust, instead forcefully propelled Bi Xia away, then, almost as if playfully, wrapped around Gou Liang’s hand, lifting him up from the ground.
Soon, he witnessed his three thousand years of merit, wrapped in the thunder, turning into a dazzling golden light, joyfully pouring into Gou Liang’s body.
Guyang didn’t understand what was happening. He wanted to question the heavens about why they betrayed him, why they gave his merit to his enemy, but he no longer had the chance.
Sensing Gou Liang’s anger and fear, the thunder and lightning struck Guyang with a hundredfold force, leaving behind only a cry—The heavens are unfair!
All of this happened in an instant. As Bi Xia landed on the ground, Guyang’s soul had already scattered. He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Ignoring the expulsion of the thunder and lightning, he ran back to Gou Liang and hugged him tightly. It wasn’t until all the golden merit was absorbed by Gou Liang, and the thunder and lightning subsided, that Gou Liang opened his eyes and realized that it was over.
Gou Liang, who had momentarily surpa.s.sed the soul coin limit of this world: Huh???
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The head of Changtian Gate sacrificed himself to eliminate the thousand-year-old ghost, causing grief among the disciples of Changtian Gate.
Originally scheduled to be held early, the academic conference was postponed for a year due to this incident. When Gou Liang received the invitation again, he didn’t refuse. Guyang’s three thousand years of Daoist writings were left in a secret room of Changtian Gate, and Gou Liang unceremoniously absorbed them. Although Guyang’s soul had already dispersed and he couldn’t die unburied, Gou Liang was still quite happy about it for a while.
He said, “If Guyang were still alive, he would definitely be hiding in a corner, crying to himself.”
Bi Xia, uninterestedly: “He was struck by lightning when he died, so it was a very ugly sight. What’s there to cry about?”
Gou Liang snorted, “I’m thirsty.”
Bi Xia hurried to fetch him some water. Despite his constant complaints, he was still looked down upon: “Why don’t you ask His Majesty to come out? Do I have to do everything, even pour water for myself?”
Bi Xia crushed the cup and gave a dark look back at someone who was spoiled and arrogant.
Then… he reluctantly changed the cup and poured Gou Liang a gla.s.s of warm water.
The academic conference lasted for two months. When Gou Liang returned to Qizang Pavilion, he found a man and a woman crying and making a scene at his door. The heavily made-up young woman was crying particularly miserably, almost kneeling down to the man. The people around were pointing and whispering, casting disdainful looks at the man.
Gou Liang: “…Azhuo, what did you do to the girl?”
As soon as the words fell, the girl, with tears in her eyes, turned her gaze towards Gou Liang, “Meng Qining…”
“Qining, you’ve finally come back!”
Sun Zhuozhuo also burst into tears.
The gaze of the crowd was copied and pasted onto Gou Liang.
Gou Liang: “…”
Bringing these two troublemakers into the shop, and listening to the whole story, Gou Liang finally understood that the heavily made-up girl was a cla.s.smate of the original owner.
Last time, when this cla.s.smate got married, he had received an invitation, but coincidentally, it clashed with Guyang’s incident, so he happily saved some money and didn’t go. Now, the girl’s husband fell in love with someone else, and after having a meal with a formidable “Daoist”, he resolutely decided to divorce the girl and marry the other woman.
Of course, the girl refused to accept it and begged Sun Zhuozhuo to find Gou Liang. Following the same script, she also wanted Gou Liang to have a meal with her husband.
Gou Liang looked at her speechlessly, “Girl, it is inappropriate for you to come to me for this matter. You should have called 110 instead.”
After sending away the fiercely determined cla.s.smate, Gou Liang stared at Sun Zhuozhuo, “Stop causing trouble for me, okay?”
Bi Xia, coldly, said, “If you cause any more trouble, I’ll kill you.”
Sun Zhuozhuo: “…”
He took a deep breath, leaned in towards Gou Liang’s ear, and thought he was speaking softly, “Bro, is your man suffering from multiple personality disorder? He wasn’t like this last time…”
The conversation was cut short as Bi Xia picked up Gou Liang and tossed him out the door. The signboard at the entrance flipped over: “Temporarily Closed.”
Bi Xia hugged Gou Liang and flew upstairs. After being forbidden from eating for two months at Changtian Gate, he had had enough. Whoever dared to disturb them would face his wrath!
As a result, the citizens of Chaoyang only felt an unusually warm winter.
Experts heartbreakingly appealed: “Gentlemen, drive less, please drive less!”
Later, the members of the special department knew that there was a top consultant in the organization, because he carried the mark of a fierce ghost. For thirty-one days a month he kept the Dual Yin-Yang Formation active to cleanse the impurities.
After guarding the capital for twenty years, Gou Liang and Bi Xia, whose appearances hadn’t changed in the slightest, began to travel the world.
If they didn’t leave, even the logistical department working twenty-four hours a day couldn’t stop the curiosity and adventurous spirit of the ma.s.ses.
Thirty years later, Zhang Dou, who had retired from the position of minister, arranged to meet Gou Liang one last time as he approached death.
Looking at Gou Liang and Bi Xia, who were as youthful as ever, in contrast to his own aging self, Zhang Dou sadly bequeathed all his lifelong merits to Gou Liang.
Bi Xia was itching to shred Zhang Dou’s soul into pieces, but Gou Liang stopped him. Finally, after resorting to both threats and inducements, they persuaded the Black and White Impermanence to add a destined three-lifetime bond to Zhang Dou’s Book of Life and Death, and then they called it quits.
Gou Liang chuckled as he looked at Bi Xia. “Alright, let’s go home and I’ll make you some stewed snow pears with rock sugar to cool off.”
After twenty more years, one day, Gou Liang encountered a dying stray dog on the street. With a sudden inspiration, he started singing a lullaby to it, to help it peacefully pa.s.s away.
“Sleep, my dear baby…”
He was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.
The stray dog suddenly erupted with a strong will to survive, stood up abruptly, and was about to flee this purgatory on earth—
Bi Xia smiled and watched it.
The stray dog, feeling humiliated, collapsed back onto the ground, complaining in its heart, “Woof… Let me die, I don’t want to live for another second QAQ.”
Feeling the body in his arms losing warmth, Gou Liang suddenly looked up at Bi Xia, saying, “Bi Xia, my life is ending.”
Bi Xia froze.
He stepped forward, embracing Gou Liang tightly, and said softly, “Darling, don’t be afraid. Xiao Keng’er, I’ve always been here, I won’t let you leave me for a moment.”
Just as the words fell, his expression suddenly changed to one of anxiety and panic. Bi Xia urgently said, “Xiao Keng’er, don’t be afraid, never be afraid. There’s nothing to fear about death, it’ll be over soon. You carry my mark on you, no matter where you go, whether your soul remembers me or not, I’ll find you! Xiao Keng’er…”
At this moment of Gou Liang’s life force depleting and breath ceasing, his young and delicate face turned into a withered skin devoid of moisture.
Though he knew he would return soon, Bi Xia felt as if a piece of his heart had been torn away. He kissed Gou Liang’s lips, no longer plump and tender.
“Xiao Keng’er, don’t be afraid, I’ll watch over you, always.”
In this moment of vulnerability, Bi Xia, who was usually so domineering, shed a tear that rolled down onto Gou Liang’s face—
Then.
[Ding! Mission progress advances, current mission progress: 100%!!]
The just-separated Gou • Ghost • Liang: ?!!