The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 252 Lang's Rebellious Spirit Rings the Soul-Guiding Bell

If we're talking about getting rid of a mess, Lang Jiuchuan also had this idea. The guards were beaten half to death by her and Gong Qi, and they were from the Xuan Clan, so handing them over to the Xuan Clan to deal with wouldn't be a problem, right?

Another point she wanted to know was what the young master of the palace would think and do after hearing about this.
Gong Qi was pushed into the Yin Path by Lang Jiuchuan, along with Zi Xiaozi. He had no choice but to earnestly advise before the gate of the Yin Path closed: "Don't be impulsive, wait for our news. This matter is different from the zombie matter, and you are not alone."

This matter concerns the fate of the nation and the dragon vein. The royal family will certainly not care about the heavens and the earth. If this commotion attracts the attention of the royal family, it's fine if they don't know what she did, but if they do know, the Gong family can still protect her, but what about the entire Marquis's mansion behind her?
The Lang family lived under the rule of the emperor.

Although it's unpleasant to hear, it's the truth; she's bound to this bloodline, and that bond can't be broken.

Lang Jiuchuan was well aware of this, and it was precisely because she knew that she felt irritable. This feeling of being restricted and unable to act freely made her extremely unhappy and depressed.

Gong Qi is gone.

The sky was dark and gloomy, but the sounds of battle could be heard from outside the city.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as the clusters of fiery souls transformed into golden starlight that flew toward the dragon vein, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Fu Qi emerged from the Nine Towers and stood beside her, his eyes already bloodshot. He never imagined that his inability to be reborn was due to human greed and evil.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and asked, "Can merit and vows really nourish the dragon vein and improve the nation's fortune?"

Lang Jiuchuan nodded and said, "Merit and vow power are just like the power of faith. They are a pure and powerful force that everyone wants, including me. If they fall on me, they can nourish my soul, making my path of cultivation broader and brighter, and my cultivation stronger. That's why Zixiaozi secretly intercepted them."

The same principle applies to intercepting the dragon vein's energy from Bian in the past.

Fu Qi looked at her.

Lang Jiuchuan did not dodge, and said, "I am just an ordinary person, and I also have selfish motives. I accepted the general's request for the sake of merit and to continue to live."

She needs to repair her body, to find the missing soul and two spirits, and for her soul and body to return to their rightful places intact, only then can she truly be reborn.

So she's not a saint; everything she does is for her own benefit.

Fu Qi replied, "Everyone has selfish desires, but you know what to do and what not to do, unlike some people who have no bottom line."

Some so-called righteous paths, for their own selfish reasons, go against the natural order.

Damn it!

Fu Qi's spirit was slightly weak. After a moment of silence, he said, "If this matter troubles you, you don't need to worry about it. The living are always more important than the dead. We have been dead for many years. If we are truly scattered throughout this world, protecting this land, then we can be considered to have achieved our goal."

He laughed to himself.

Lang Jiuchuan did not reply, but felt a strong sense of resentment and indignation rising up. He could see nothing but endless fog.

The thick fog trapped not only the soldiers, but also her, as if she too was struggling in some unknown place.

Why?
Lang Jiuchuan suddenly leaped onto the city wall and sat down, his legs dangling outside the wall. He closed his eyes slightly to regulate his breathing and sat there until midnight before taking off the imperial bell from his waist.

Her mind was clear, her energy focused in her dantian, and she slowly gathered the Dao intent within her body, condensing it in her hand and pouring it into the Emperor Bell.

Dao Yi, like a giant hammer in the hands of the Thunder God, struck the small bell tower.

thump.

A heavy, deep bell rang out.

One sound after another.

The sound of the bell echoed, breaking through layers of mist, like a sound from beyond the heavens, striking the eardrums of the deceased, who subconsciously stopped to listen intently.

The mountains and rivers are safe and sound, and the world is at peace.

His voice was as loud as a bell, deafening and awakening.

The three thousand Fu family soldiers looked bewildered, all turning towards the direction from which the bell tolled. The successive announcements were like a giant hammer shattering their convictions, and their spirits lifted. The land was safe!

Everyone wore relieved smiles, and as they listened to the increasingly soft and ethereal chimes, tears streamed down their faces.

Suddenly, a deep chanting voice broke through the air: Thus have I heard…

That is the Diamond Sutra. The reciter reads the sutra with the most sincere heart, transforming it into the power of merit to help the deceased souls repay past debts and resolve grievances.

The chanting continued, and the long, drawn-out tolling of the bells never ceased. Gradually, they coalesced into prayer flags covered with Sanskrit inscriptions, forming a path to guide the soul. Golden light, like smoke, reached the netherworld and knocked on the gates of hell.

Suddenly, in the western sky, a door slowly opened, and a golden light shone through the door, transforming into the Bridge of Helplessness, ferrying souls to the River of Oblivion.

Go back.

A single cry of departure echoes like ripples across the River of Oblivion.

Go back then.

Those souls that had lingered here for two hundred years exchanged glances, dropped their tinderboxes, smiled, and walked away in twos and threes, arm in arm, following the light.

Fu Qi was shocked and looked at the girl who had been standing on the city wall at some point. Her eyes were closed, her lips were moving, and the imperial bell in her hand was rhythmically striking out the sound of the soul-summoning bell.

The north wind howled, and light shone on her face, making her look snow-white and crystalline, as if a celestial being was about to return to the wind.

Fu Qi was shaken. He suddenly knelt down on one knee before her, clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and bowed.

Jiang Che, who had somehow managed to pull the wooden fish out, saw this scene, sighed slightly, but did not stop it.

Looking at that person, Muyu felt as if he saw the shadow of the monk, and was extremely excited.

Without breaking the formation, she rang the soul-guiding bell and opened the gates of the underworld. With her merits in reciting scriptures to guide souls, why would she need to break the formation? The gods will come to guide the souls; who would dare to obstruct them?
On the Bridge of Souls, countless souls appear, eventually transforming into fireflies and rushing into the Gates of the Underworld.

There is no more thought in this world.

Om.

As the scriptures sank into the night along with the last echo of the bell, countless golden fireflies rose from the gates of the underworld, their starlight like lamps before a Buddha, their wicks burning eternally.

Beneath the city walls, the sound of drums could no longer be heard, nor could any spirits be seen; only the desolate wind howled past.

Inside the small tower atop the monument, cracks appeared in the soul-suppressing talisman, and a swastika symbol with a faint golden light became stuck in the crack.

The bells stopped, the scriptures ceased, and Lang Jiuchuan, his spiritual power depleted and utterly exhausted, collapsed straight backward from the city wall.

Jiang Che cried out in surprise, spun around and flew over, and with a thud, became her cushion.

Lang Jiuchuan looked up at the countless golden lights flying towards him, and the resentment and frustration in his chest completely dissipated, revealing a relieved smile.

Snowing.

As the glistening snowflakes fell, she caught one with trembling hands.

When Gong Tinglan and Gong Qi rushed out of the Yin Road, they saw her lying on the ground, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Late.

She actually did it, and she succeeded, all by herself.

Gong Qi felt a chill run down his spine. This madman, how could he be so rebellious?

Meanwhile, atop a snow-capped mountain, someone was sitting cross-legged, meditating. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, looked up at the sliver of light peeking through the dark sky, and murmured, "The weather is about to change!"