Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 418 Sima Yi asks for a body again, Yan Huan rushes into the gate of heaven

Zhuge Bagua Village, Wuhou Sect.

Nearing the end of summer vacation, there are fewer students visiting the village, fewer tourists outside the village, and even the cicadas beside the bell pond have stopped chirping.

The rear hall of the Prime Minister's Temple is the Guandi Temple, which is a courtyard of its own.

Inside the hall there are statues of Guan Yu, Guan Ping and Zhou Cang. Outside the hall, green smoke is curling from the furnace in the ancient stone pagoda, and stone drums and stone lions stand proudly.

If someone passes by with care, they will find a newly built small shrine in the corner outside the temple.

The size of the small ancestral hall was about the same as that of the Fudebogong Temple. There was only an incense burner on the altar, but no incense was burning.

The tablet it enshrines has three simple gold-painted characters "Huang Zhengyang" written on it.

Next to the newly completed building, Zhuge Qing folded his arms and looked at the tablet, feeling a little confused.

"Grandfather, Mr. Shuijing's affairs have been settled for him, but can the temple built in this way really receive incense safely?"

The jade on his chest shone, and Zhuge Liang's voice came: "In modern terms, it is small profits but quick turnover."

There are many temples in Zhuge Village, and the beliefs and wishes of pilgrims coming and going are diverse. From the perspective of the nourishment of incense, the purity is far inferior to the development model of disciples who go out to perform rituals. Fortunately, there are an endless stream of visitors, and the incense offered makes up for the lack of quality with quantity.

"Would anyone be willing to worship a small shrine without a name?" Zhuge Qing asked again.

Zhuge Liang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but there must be incense. Is this probably some kind of habit of modern people?"

In short, when you see an ancestral hall or temple, no matter whether it is useful or not, it is always a good idea to pay your respects there first.

The incense offerings are guaranteed, and the next step is to see whether Zhengyang can satisfy the wishes of those who pray. If it works, the name will naturally become known. When there are too many believers, it may become too busy, so the shrine can be moved to another place and other plans can be made.

"I think this is probably what Mr. Shuijing is planning," Zhuge Liang said.

"I see."

While Zhuge Qing was replying, someone came out from the front hall of Wuhou Temple, with a small yellow weasel with smooth and shiny fur standing on his shoulder.

There was no one around, so Yan Huan was the first to greet people.

"Mr. Kong Ming, Qing."

Yan Huan bowed, and the little weasel on his shoulder imitated him.

One man and one elf, their movements are almost identical.

"Mr. Shuijing, please come to the back. The tea and chess game are ready." Zhuge Qing pointed to the moon cave door, and just then a few butterflies flew out from the holly next to it.

Tea and chess were obviously arranged by Mr. Kong Ming.

Yan Huan felt a little relieved. It seemed that the great sorcerer was still willing to treat a poor chess player like him well.

After entering the house, the two sat down on a straw mat.

The jade on Zhuge Qing's chest moved, and Zhuge Kongming, wearing a dark red sorcerer's robe, gathered his body and landed on one side of the chessboard.

"Mr. Shui Jing used the 'Qi Men Liu Jia Formation' and finally combined the 'Spell and Taoism' to add another layer of shackles to the extraordinary people in the world. I really didn't expect this."

"This formation can save a building from collapse, but it cannot change the nature of everyone in the world. That's all I can think of." Yan Huan took the tea handed over by Zhuge Qing and began to stare at the empty chessboard.

This time he still played black and went first, but he did not place the piece at the center. Instead, he changed to the "three-three" pattern.

"Hmm? Have you studied it?"

"I only know these two steps. I can't do any more than that." Yan Huan raised his hand and placed the pieces randomly. Although he didn't know how to play Go, every move he made was just right.

Zhuge Kongming stroked his long beard and said, "You... are a wizard blessed by a talisman after all. Every step you take is a blessing. It reminds me of the days when I played games with the heavens..."

"Some things are outside the chessboard. Just treat it as a battle of wits and courage with the Heavenly AI." Yan Huan smiled embarrassedly.

More and more pieces are placed on the chessboard, black and white are intertwined, yet distinct from each other.

Zhuge Liang held the smooth and round white piece, hesitating, and slowly said: "Yin and Yang are in balance. When the balance is broken, God will make up for the missing one."

Yan Huan raised his head slightly: "Mr. Kong Ming, do you mean the imbalance between good and evil?"

Snapped!
Zhuge Liang made his move and nodded: "Although people's hearts are still divided into good and evil, for the evil side, their means are suppressed, and I guess new ways of making up for it will emerge. This is exactly what I am worried about. But according to my calculations, the balance of yin and yang will be achieved at a certain time in the future."

"Alas, everything seems to be a cycle, or maybe the law of nature has some self-correction, but it seems there is no need to worry too much, and the future will be left to future people."

Yan Huan agreed: "After all, nothing is perfect."

For Yan Huan, smoothing out the aftermath of the Jiashen Rebellion, revealing all of the "Eight Wonderful Skills" to the world, and restricting the means of those with evil intentions were what he accomplished during this period of time. However, after another sixty years, or another two sixty years, new loopholes will appear in the rules, and new troubles will arise.

However, since even a great sorcerer like Zhuge Kongming could not predict this, there was no need for Yan Huan to worry about it. He could only hope that future generations would be able to resolve the disaster at the appropriate time.

"This is when we see the importance of inheritance." Zhuge Liang stroked his beard and chuckled, patting Zhuge Qing on the shoulder. "This is my successor. His future is unknown, but he will be able to contribute in the next eighty or ninety years."

Zhuge Qing was neither panic-stricken nor proud and complacent. He took over the conversation calmly.

"It is my duty to contribute to worldly peace."

"As for inheritance..." Yan Huan pondered over these two words, wondering how Zhuang Sheng and Kui Ye viewed him.

Relieved? Recognized?
Or more of a nonchalant attitude?
Yan Huan took a sip of tea, supported his arms behind his back, raised his head, and looked at the quaint ceiling in the room.

It was as if the sight penetrated the mundane things all at once, and saw the brilliant scene where thousands of paths converged in one place.

You should be relieved, after all, "I am not alone".

After being absent-minded for a while, Yan Huan calmed down again and found that the grandparents and grandchildren of the Zhuge family were staring at him intently.

"How long do you plan to stay in this world?" Zhuge Liang asked.

Yan Huan thought for a while, "Five years, or ten years, or twenty years, I always feel like there are things that are not finished after me."

"Of course, it could also be at the end of the year, when the first fireworks of the New Year are launched into the sky. After all, I don't think I have to give up everything to ascend to heaven. Maybe there is no difference between being in heaven and on earth."

"The only difference is the result, success or failure. If you fail, you can start all over again. If you succeed, it will probably be no different from now."

Zhuge Liang touched the teacup with his fingertips, and the color of the brewed tea dimmed a little.

Compared to Shui Jing in his previous life, his determination in this life is more resolute.

"If it works, please let me see the scenery on the other side."

"Of course." Yan Huan replied with a bow.

For some reason, Zhuge Qing always felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart when listening to the conversation between the two.

Perhaps the friend is about to pass away, or perhaps the ancestor's body is hopeless, and even if the soul is still alive, it will be difficult to achieve great success...

Ugh!
"Xiaoqing, why are you sighing for no reason? Are you thinking about me?" The descendants' thoughts cannot be hidden from their ancestors.

Without waiting for Zhuge Qing to reply, Zhuge Liang continued, "I am a remnant soul that has temporarily survived in the world relying on worldly beliefs. When the world forgets me, my soul will return to heaven and earth. That will be my final fate."

"That day will never come..." Zhuge Qing said stubbornly.

During the conversation, the spiritual flag behind Yan Huan trembled slightly, and a ray of evil spirit slowly gathered.

Sima Yi rushed out and repeatedly advised: "No, no!"

"Shui Jing~ Remember our agreement before you leave, my body, my body~"

"After all, I am different from Zhuge Cunfu. It doesn't matter if there is one more or one less me in the world."

Yan Huan looked up and asked, "When did we make this agreement?"

"As for the Wang family, from top to bottom, inside and outside, from young to old, even the dogs on the other side, I was the one who instigated them to rebel! Even if I don't count their merits, I still count their hard work~"

"Please~Shuijing~Shuijing~"

Sima Yi pleaded shamelessly, putting his arms over Yan Huan's shoulders and moving his face closer and closer.

Zhuge Liang looked at him coldly: "Your shameless spirit has not changed at all."

"Hehehe, country boy, you understand me~" Sima Yi loosened his arms and turned around in the air, showing off his light purple clothes.

It was a gown with pale white patterns, which was worn by noble women in ancient times.

"Back then, my first women's clothing was given by you. You wanted to provoke me to go out of the city to fight, but what was the result? Don't tell me, I don't mind this little habit at all."

Zhuge Qing has witnessed how difficult his ancestor's enemy is. He is shameless and truly invincible.

By the way, this female costume really only has zero times and countless times...
"Hey, answer me, Shui Jing, are you talking?" Sima Yi was still not giving in.

Yan Huan and Zhuge Liang instantly lost interest in playing chess.

While Sima Yi was chattering away, Yan Huan stood up, said goodbye, and left Zhuge Bagua Village.

Standing in the mountains surrounding the village and seeing the prosperous summer scenery, Yan Huan finally had the mind to reply.

"This state is not good. You must be attached to the body."

Sima Yi shook his head: "The pleasure of the tongue, the pleasure of the body, and the pleasure that the soul can feel are completely incomparable to the 'sex and life'. Now, except for the restrictions of the spirit flag, I can be said to be free, but the difference between me and what I want to pursue is too great."

"Your pursuit is a bit vulgar and dirty."

"After all, I am just an ordinary person. I don't want to become an immortal or a saint. I just want to live a carefree life in this world."

Obtaining a body also means bearing the test of time, but Sima Yi doesn't care about that at all.

One should enjoy life while he can, and leave what happens after death to future generations.

"Then accompany me on this journey, and I will find a way to give you the best of both worlds." Yan Huan agreed to Sima Yi's request.

"Yeah? Really?"

"real."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Sima Yi put two fingers together and used the wind-controlling technique that he had copied from somewhere, and flew towards the northwest carrying Yan Huan.

During this five-month journey, Yan Huan walked from the hazy poetry of the south of the Yangtze River to the ruggedness and grandeur of the Northwest, and crossed the high and vast plateau.

Along the way, a total of seventy-eight shrines were established. For those elves whose opportunities had not yet come, Yan Huan left them in the Qunling Mountain to continue their practice, waiting for the next blessing of fate.

Gradually, the New Year is approaching, and the festive atmosphere has begun to spread unknowingly.

On New Year's Eve, Qunling Mountain was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns. Brand new Spring Festival couplets were posted on the door of the cottage at the foot of the mountain, with the writing in vigorous and powerful handwriting. The red lanterns outside the house swayed gently in the breeze, revealing a ray of bright red light, which was warm and peaceful.

On both sides of the path leading into the mountain, small lanterns are dotted like stars, and the light spots extend into the distance, passing through the winding path, all the way to the ancestral hall of Yan Huan's parents.

The lights cast soft shadows in the quiet forest, as if countless prayers were gathering in the night sky and slowly rising.

"Wa, cack, cack!" Shui Jing Wang Xiang sat at the table, holding a pair of chopsticks in one hand, eating dumplings with great relish.

Yan Huan watched from the side. For some reason, the little merman particularly liked the Spanish mackerel dumplings, while Jin Jing Qingming asked for a few dumplings with sugar filling.

"This is not a matter of adding sugar and salt to the tofu. Sugar-coated dumplings are a complete heresy..."

Because it is not the kind of syrup filling made of white sugar or brown sugar, but hard fruit candies are wrapped in it.

After thinking about it, he didn't dare say anything.

Who says that the five elements can't have some unique taste quirks?

From the TV hanging on the wall behind me, I could still hear the crosstalk and the applause of the audience. The Spring Festival Gala had lasted for three and a half hours, and there was still some time before "Unforgettable Tonight". However, the New Year's bell, New Year's fireworks and firecrackers would soon arrive.

After dinner, Yan Huan cleaned up the table, walked out slowly, and went into the mountains along the winding path.

After chatting with his parents about family matters, he went to the top of the mountain.

In terms of altitude, Qunling Mountain is less than 100 meters. Yet, living here, one can have a view of the entire world. How strange!

Even Yan Huan had to admit the fact that Qunling Mountain was gradually turning into an atmospheric system that helped people regulate their bodies and communicate with all things, but the specific rules for its occurrence had not yet been written.

"It's almost time."

Yan Huan sat cross-legged on the spot and tried to break through the Heavenly Gate for the first time.

Whoosh!

The Qi of the Five Elements rose from the body, and in a trance, a golden elixir entered the stomach.

Yan Huan concentrated his mind and gathered his energy, taking his body as the heaven and earth. A new self was born in his body, which was the Yuanying. The Yuanying communicated with the heaven and earth inside his body, while his outer body communicated and sensed with the heaven and earth it was in.

Suddenly, Yan Huan put two fingers together and lightly tapped in the night sky. The deep, dark sky was slowly unveiled, revealing an even brighter and more dazzling endless starry sky.

A long, misty bridge built of clouds leads to the depths of the starry sky, surrounded by silver stardust, which converge into a dreamy and hazy river of light.

In an instant, the world seemed to lose the distinction between up and down, left and right, and even the passage of time became blurred.

Yan Huan and his Nascent Soul began to sense each other and merge into one. The world outside his body and the world inside his body gradually merged. An unknown force arose, carrying him slowly into the air, into the long bridge of clouds and mist, and then slowly flowed along with the river of light.

clap clap clap!
Firecrackers to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new year rang from all directions, and fireworks bloomed one after another in the sky.

When "Unforgettable Tonight" drew down the stage curtain of the Spring Festival Gala, a snow came unexpectedly, falling on the Qunling Mountains and even scattered all over the country.

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest.

(End of this chapter)