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u go for a few days already, and the scent of me on your body has faded... If I don't replenish it, how can I claim ownership Hmm"In my drowsy state, I inexplicably recalled what my brother had said....My older brother dug a pit behind the wooden house. He first cleansed the human skin of its evil spirits, then used talisman paper to set it on fire.

Master Huisqing had changed into a monk's robe and was chanting scriptures by the side, performing a ritual of sending off the deceased. The scene was oddly harmonious and almost comical.

A monk and a Taoist priest actually went together to help someone cross over.

By the time we were finished, Jiang Qiyun also drifted over. As he led me into the house, I realized that everyone else was living in tents – the entire house was just for the two of us.

I looked back, and Shen Qingrui gave me a cold glance. The other people's eyes held anticipation and curiosity.

"This place is so big, why can't they come in" I asked curiously.

"Because I covered it."

Jiang Qiyun pulled me into the back hall of the wooden house. It was hung with white, long gauze curtains, making it look mysterious and hazy.

There was only a rectangular jade table in the hall, covered with a white cloth. Jiang Qiyun pulled me to the side of the jade table and asked in a low voice, “Mu Xiaoqiao, have you thought about what request you want to make”

Huh

I nodded slightly. "I've thought it through, but I can't say it yet..."

He frowned and looked at me, asking in confusion, "If not now, when do you want to say it"

"... I don't think it would make any difference if I said anything." I lowered my eyes, avoiding his gaze.

I'm afraid to look into his eyes.

That kind of profound black was like an abyss, making me dizzy involuntarily. And the dark golden irises were like lava in the depths, just needing to get closer would burn and corrode my bones.

Jiang Qiyun let out a soft sigh, her icy hand resting on the side of my neck: "You, sometimes you're so stubborn... Your demands are childish, aren't they"

My forehead pressed against his icy chest, was his chest not warm enough to cover

Jiang Qiyun gently lifted the white cloth from the jade platform, turning me around.

I saw a lotus flower as white as jade, with seven petals... and a piece...a piece of lotus stem

What is this used for

"...Do you know the Azure Emperor The Supreme Deity Taiyi."

I nodded. As long as those who learn know, it's enough. The Supreme God Taiyi and the Azure Emperor Qinghua reside in the Dongji Miaoyan Palace... These are classic descriptions of him. He is also the first generation ruler of the underworld, so to speak, Jiang Qiyun's old boss. Last time Jiang Qiyun wasn't punished by him to reflect at the Blood Pool and endure the ordeal of planting lotus flowers

"The Jade Emperor once used a lotus to manifest a deity. I thought long and hard about this, using this method could minimize your harm..."

"At first, we planned to use a substitution technique, replacing the spirit child you carry with a wooden puppet as the focal point of the formation."

"But…" he sighed, shaking his head gently. “Forget it, I won't say anything.”

"Why don't you say it" I looked up at him.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he frowned, pinching my chin. "But there's a little one who doesn't want to," he said. "He keeps making a fuss about this. Every time we talk about the child, he cries and wails, and even sheds tears in the middle of the night. You must hate me deeply in your heart, right"

"...I'm just an ordinary person, how can you be so merciful and sacrifice your own children I couldn't do that." I said dejectedly. "And not just one, but two! How can you bear it"

His hands gradually tightened, pressing me against his chest: "I was willing to... but didn't want to see you worry. So at the Blood Pool, I thought that if I turned the three souls and seven spirits into a lotus flower and placed it in the formation to break all the evil energy, then immediately withdraw... This way, I wouldn't harm your body, nor would I need to sacrifice the soul fetus. Even if the lotus was injured by evil energy, I could immediately use a magic weapon to recall the three souls and seven spirits, allowing them to return to their original place."

A lotus transforming into a person… How many years has this mythical story about immortals been passed down

Besides the venerated deities, who else could create and mold beings

I whispered, "So, two babies, whose three souls and seven essences do you need to make them die"

"Is there any foolproof way in this world Everything can have unexpected occurrences. If something unexpected happens... you could die." Jiang Qiyun lowered his eyes and looked at me.

As soon as I heard that there was a possibility of death, my eyes welled up again.

"Mu Xia Qiao," he sighed helplessly, "if you want children, we can always have more later... but this child was born with a mission."

"If you wish to blame me for being heartless..."

"I admit it."

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I buried my head in his arms, whispering hoarsely, "This is your child, I don't want to lose any of them. Is that greedy"

"Not at all," he sighed softly. "I just underestimated your persistence, worried you might do something foolish."

Worried about me

I looked up at him, and he frowned and looked back at me.

"Are you worried about me too"

"What do you say, Mu Xiaqiao Don't think I don't know, you're planning to run away. Where do you think you can go!"

...He knows this too!

"I, I didn't…" I quickly shook my head. Only an idiot would admit this in front of everyone!

He tilted his head slightly, his thin lips pressing down.

"Is that all You think you can escape by going to the heavens or the underworld How naive..."

Jiang Qiyun let out a displeased cold snort, grabbed my waist, and pulled me up onto the jade platform.

This height is a little...a bit off, isn't it

"I want... two names." I bit my lip, trying to keep my gaze clear on him.

Jiang Qiyun paused slightly, lifting those eyes that made me willing to throw myself into the flames.

"Name" He had a moment of surprise.

I smiled wryly. "Well, name, you probably didn't even think about this question."

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine—

"The son of return, the misty south mountain... Let's call him Mu Yu Gui and Mu You Nan."

"Mu"

"Hmm, Mu."

"Why... um... just stop for a moment..."

"Why" he chuckled softly, biting my lip and saying, "Little Qiao, my wife... figure it out for yourself..." for too long.The feeling of being displaced and without a sense of belonging is very difficult to bear.Wherever you are, there I am.Mú Wǎnchen slightly lowered her head, pressing her forehead against...