Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 59 For Her, I Am Willing to Do This
"As long as Hongye can be saved, Deng Jiuwu can sacrifice everything."

The faint blue candlelight flickered like tears, and the floating light of gold foil in the room was shattered like residual snow.

The woman in Deng Jiuwu's arms had long, black hair that flowed down to the floor, her red dress drenched in a deep crimson. It vaguely resembled the flowing wedding gown they'd first seen in the red gauze tent. His knees thumped against the black crystal floor tiles. He looked up to see a sandalwood table surrounded by twelve bronze lamps. Copper coins fluttered like butterflies between the fingers of a black-robed man, their tinkling echoing the causal connection of millennia.

Since Li Xuanxiao opened a pawnshop in Kujing, there have been people who come to trade for love, or even pawn everything they have, but Deng Jiuwu was the first to kneel down as soon as he came in.

"Since you've entered the pawnshop, you're a distinguished guest. Please stand." Li Xuanxiao flicked his wide sleeves, and Deng Jiuwu felt a strong wind lift him up, and in an instant he was sitting upright in a lotus-patterned armchair. The cinnabar mole on his forehead, the red leaf in his arms, trembled slightly, like a wick about to go out before a Buddha.

"This promise can withstand eternity, provided that you can afford the price." Li Xuanxiao looked at Deng Jiuwu and said slowly.

"As long as Hongye can be saved, Deng Jiuwu will grant you whatever you ask for!" A hoarse laugh rolled from Deng Jiuwu's throat, shaking the glass lampshade on the table. "Even if it means Deng Jiuwu's life."

Beichen Yuanhuang's transformation was due to a pawnshop. It can also be said that the pawnshop played an "indispensable role" in what happened to Deng Jiuwu and Hongye.

But Deng Jiuwu is still the Deng Jiuwu that Li Xuanxiao knows. Between revenge and resurrecting Hongye, he chose to resurrect Hongye first.

The one who is stained with sin and has blood on his hands is Deng Jiuwu. The one who should pay the price should not be Hongye, who devotes herself to worshipping Buddha and does not kill ants.

"Sixty to seventy of your bones are shattered, and your internal organs are all dislocated. Without a miracle doctor, you'd be dead the moment you left the pawnshop," Li Xuanxiao said. "Your life wasn't your own to begin with."

"Life is only one of the values ​​of selling gold and silver. Beichen Yuanhuang is alive, which means that living people are not out of reach for your store. Tell me frankly, what should I pay in exchange for Hongye's resurrection?" Deng Jiuwu said to Li Xuanxiao after regaining some composure.

"Oh? Just to revive Hongye, you don't want to take revenge on Beichen Yuanhuang?"

"I... don't want revenge!" Deng Jiuwu shouted, then suddenly stopped, lowering his head to stare at Hongye's pale lips, his voice suddenly soft as a whisper: "But, these white hands should never be stained by dust again, and this Buddha's heart should always be with the green lamp. Deng Jiuwu's sins are heinous, and now she has been implicated. How can I bear to let her resurrect and enter the world of martial arts again."

There's always a way to conquer something. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that a tyrant like Deng Jiuwu could be so completely devoted to a woman? With Deng Jiuwu's cultivation and power, if he really wanted a woman, he wouldn't have found one who looked just like Hongye. It's not that he couldn't find one, but...

"The last person who exchanged life for death sacrificed everything he had, giving future generations a chance to rise again."

Li Xuanxiao did not say who that person was, but Deng Jiuwu could guess.

Beichen Yin is worthy of being the pillar of Beichen, a hero of his generation!
"Before that, someone left everything they had in a pawnshop, just so the one they loved could live ten more years longer. And you, Deng Jiuwu..."

"I want Hongye to live well and die of old age!" Deng Jiuwu interrupted Li Xuanxiao before he could finish his words, "No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice, as long as it is rewarding, for him, Deng Jiuwu is willing."

"What an admirable love." Li Xuanxiao clapped his hands lightly, a smile on his face as he looked at Deng Jiuwu and said, "Then you can also do as your predecessors did, leaving everything you have forever in a pawnshop. As for Hongye, she can live. If she doesn't seek death, she can live without illness or disaster, and finally die of old age. How do you think?"

For a Hongye, with his foundation, identity, and theory of cause and effect, the cost of bringing him back to life is far less than that of Beichen Yuanhuang, and the Tongbao points required are also much less. What takes a little more effort is the after-sales service. However, Hongye has no cultivation, and if he is resurrected, he will only live for a hundred years or more. The value brought by Deng Jiuwu is far greater than these expenses.

No disease, no disaster, no harm...

Deng Jiuwu's heart trembled when he heard what Li Xuanxiao said.

Yes, yes, that's good, that's the only natural outcome.

Deng Jiuwu got what he deserved, and Hongye also had the stable life that was supposed to belong to her.

"Okay, okay." Deng Jiuwu nodded, his eyes flashing with peace of mind and relief. He looked at Hongye in his arms, his face full of undisguised affection.

"This ending is very good, very good." Deng Jiuwu murmured, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Li Xuanxiao and said, "Also, I have one more request."

"Oh?"

"in this way……"

After hearing Deng Jiuwu's request, Li Xuanxiao thought for a moment and then nodded: "Since you have such a request, it will be considered a small gift from the pawnshop to you. I will arrange it myself."

"Deng Jiuwu, I'm here. Thank you very much."

Deng Jiuwu's appearance did surprise Li Xuanxiao somewhat. Although the original plot had him undergo a profound change of heart and turn to Buddhism after Hongye's death, there was still a process of pain, confusion, and enlightenment. He had originally planned a deal where Deng Jiuwu would sacrifice everything to avenge Beichen Yuanhuang, but now it seemed he had finally seen through Deng Jiuwu's love for Hongye.

So, even if we provide a little after-sales service for the sake of the affection between the two of them, what's the harm?

……

……

"I, this is..." Hongye slowly woke up on the rattan chair, and was stunned by the unfamiliar scenery in front of her. "Is this the underworld?"

"This place is not the underworld, but a vast ocean."

At this moment, a gentle voice echoed, and a white light condensed in front of Hongye's eyes, revealing a Buddhist monk with white hair and a white robe carrying a sword, with the rosary in his hand flowing like moonlight.

"Wangyang?" Hongye was stunned when she heard that and looked around. "This is clearly a cliff..."

"That's why it's called the Waterless Ocean." The Buddhist said with a smile, and raised his hand to pour the tea.

"Tea, please."

"Thank you, Master." Hongye came back to his senses and clasped his hands together in a salute to the person before him. Then he said, "Excuse me, Master, I'm already dead, so why am I here?"

"This place is not real, but in your dream." The Buddha said, "I know everything about your past. Someone, willing to atone for their sins and save the world, begged for a chance to save you. I granted your request, and so you are here."

"Yes, Nine Five?" Hongye felt a pain in his heart when he heard the Buddha say this, and asked hurriedly.

The Buddhist shook his head and said, "Deng Jiuwu is dead. Only Xingkong is left in the world."

"Xingkong, Xingkong." Upon hearing this, Hongye staggered back a few steps, muttering to himself, then came to his senses and was about to ask again, but the Buddha in front of him and the illusion around him all turned into white light and disappeared.

"Live well, and one day you will have your karma paid off. Perhaps you will have another chance to meet me again. Amitabha."

"Grandmaster……"

As dusk shone through the window lattice, Hongye woke with a start in an unfamiliar Zen room. The letter beside her pillow emanated a faint scent of sandalwood, and the golden palm print on the wax still carried a lingering warmth. Trembling, she unfolded the letter and saw the familiar handwriting:

"My wife, Hongye, seeing this letter is like meeting you. Now I bid you farewell, abandoning my body, my name, and my karma. I hope you won't think of the golden armor when you wake up, and won't think of Yutangchun when you sleep. I bow my head again and pray to the Buddha... I promise that you will never know Deng Jiuwu in your next life."

(End of this chapter)