The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Her voice is her own.

Could it be...

The woman said softly, "I didn't want you to know all this."

“No, no, no.” Wen Youqing took two steps back in panic and denied it repeatedly: “No, these are just my inner demons, they are all fake. I am me, I am Wen Youqing, not some crazy pope.”

The girl chanted the Heart Purification Mantra in her heart, but the spell that was once extremely effective now had no effect. In front of Wen Youqing, the woman who looked 80% similar to her was looking at her with her eyes lowered.

"I know you're scared."

The woman thought about it.

"When I first appeared here, I was also very scared. Everything here is so unfamiliar. But when the chains pierced through my body, I felt calm inside."

Her voice was very kind, which made Wen Youqing unconsciously feel close to her.

At this moment, even if Wen Youqing vetoed it again, he had a guess in his mind.

The woman in front of him was the Pope whose existence was erased from the history of the Demon Cult and whose name was unknown.

"you are me?"

Wen Youqing blinked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Do not."

The woman smiled.

"I am not you, and you are not me. Although we are somewhat similar, you and I are still two completely different people."

"After all, I'm already dead, and what exists now is just a remnant of my soul."

"Then my master and your master..."

“As for this, I’m sorry.” The woman lowered her head slightly: “My master does look exactly like your master. I was also shocked when I first saw him, but I don’t know what kind of connection there is between them. After all, I am just a remnant soul.”

As she said this, she smiled and said, "You are my reincarnation. Maybe your master is also the reincarnation of my master. Now he has the strength to protect himself. That's great."

"Of course, this is just my guess."

The woman waved her hand.

"I don't know if it's right or not."

Wen Youqing swallowed and asked in a puzzled voice.

"Then why did you say that when the chains pierced your body, your heart calmed down?"

"This."

The Mad Pope paused.

Smiled:

"Because I feel your presence."

"Do you remember the wish I made?"

"I accept any punishment... I am willing to be condemned to eternal damnation, to lose my soul, to suffer all the punishments..."

"Just to take one more look at my master."

As she spoke, a tear came out of the Mad Pope's eyes, but she was smiling.

"I saw you. I saw someone who looked exactly like my master."

"Even if this is purgatory, what can I not be satisfied with?"

215. Forbidden Techniques

Mad Pope.

The name is very suitable.

When she was on the throne and was pierced by a sharp arrow, the Pope suddenly felt that this title was very suitable for her.

Then call yourself the Mad Pope.

When darkness appeared before her eyes, she felt her vitality gradually slipping away. She could use her spiritual energy to repair the wounds on her body, but she had no intention of doing so.

Hell and heaven.

This is a story her master once told her. In the story, good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell.

There are eighteen levels of hell. If one commits greed, anger, ignorance, violence and doubt during life, he will be whipped, burned, or cooked with an axe after death.

Am I a good person?

Not really. How many sins had she committed, how many people had she killed, and how many people had she made homeless?

Too many to count and calculate.

I must be going to hell.

But what about Master? He has been a good person all his life. He teaches and educates people and is always so gentle. If he cannot go to heaven, who can stay in heaven?

The Mad Pope doesn’t understand.

She became scared.

She was afraid that there was heaven and hell between her and her master. She was not afraid of going to hell to suffer, but she was afraid that she would not be able to see her master at the last moment.

Her vitality was gradually declining, and she was even dissipating her own cultivation. After all, with her cultivation, she could still hold on even if she was cut into pieces.

After all, she had already seen the Heavenly Gate.

No one would have thought that she, who was good at political affairs, had such a terrifying talent in cultivation. Everyone forgot that she was elected Pope because of the extremely pure blood in her body.

When the pure spiritual energy disappeared, endless darkness surged towards her, and the Pope understood that her life was coming to an end.

She recalled the stories her master had told her, which said that after a person dies, two messengers, Black and White Impermanence, would take her soul to the underworld, where the King of Hell would judge her for her sins throughout her life.

Black and White Impermanence?

What is their cultivation level like?

Is there a Mahayana? Can it defeat me?

What about the King of Hell? How many soldiers and horses does he have? Can he resist the cavalry of the Demon Cult?

If he sentenced me to hell, could I lead the cavalry to chop them down, and threaten them that if they didn't turn it into heaven, I would destroy their palace?

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but laugh.

I don’t know why, but the closer people get to their death, the more they think and the more sentimental they become, even the Mad Pope is no exception.

Oh, yes, she is no longer the Pope.

He can no longer command the cult's cavalry.

So I had no choice but to accept the verdict.

Sighed.

She awaited her death.

......

But the expected death did not come.

There is no Black and White Impermanence, nor is there a King of Hell. I just feel that my soul has become light.

The Mad Pope opened his eyes and looked around.

She was suspended in the air, surrounded by the sight of a high platform, with her own body dumped on the throne.

She watched the purple cardinal holding an eternal lamp and searching for something on her body. Finally, something was put into the eternal lamp and left to burn forever.

The usurpers from all around gathered together, most of them were ministers of the Holy See.

The Mad Pope looked at them, but they could not see the Mad Pope.

Is this the world after death? Becoming a lonely ghost, there is no heaven or hell, only the endless time that slowly wears away one's consciousness.

The Mad Pope found it boring.

She felt very tired and wanted to take a nap.

Just like that, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

......

I don’t know how much time has passed.

She finally woke up slowly.

After waking up, she saw a handsome young man in white clothes squatting in front of her.

"From today on, I will be your master."

His voice was gentle and magnetic, his eyebrows and eyes were like works of art created by nature. He squinted his eyes and touched "his" hair.

The Mad Pope was stunned.

The young man in front of him was so familiar. His expression, his voice, were... so similar to his master's.

"My name is Jingyan, you can call me Master."

The young man in white said in a low voice.

But she "herself" spoke timidly, her voice clear and childish.

"Hello... Master, my name is... Wen Youqing."

The tone is so shy and awkward.

The Mad Pope didn't understand. She wanted to move forward, but she couldn't control her body at all. She even felt a tingling sensation in her shoulders.

It was not until this time that she realized that she had sat on the throne without knowing when. A never-ending black rain was falling endlessly. A sword was stuck in her body and blood was dripping from the wound. There were only towering black towers all around her. Cold iron chains pierced her body, binding her tightly to the throne.

The stinging sensation came over her, so intense that she had to dig her nails deep into her skin to relieve it.

But she was smiling.

That's it...

Is this the Master’s reincarnation?

It turned out that the wish she had made was finally fulfilled by God.

Even if it was not what I saw, as long as I could see the appearance of my master and see him living in the sunshine at this moment.

That's good.

The Mad Pope just watched like that. Even though her body was stinging with pain, she still persisted. Her nails dug deep into her flesh, but she didn't make a sound.

Just take one look, and then one more look.

she thought.

Fell into coma.

......

When the Mad Pope opened his eyes again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

She felt that her perspective had broadened a lot, but her master was still so young.

She stared at it infatuatedly, not knowing how long she could watch.

Jingyan is teaching "himself" to practice sword.

Wen Youqing raised the sword awkwardly and stabbed forward, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The Mad Pope smiled bitterly, wondering why his reincarnation in this life seemed a little less intelligent.

Jing Yan came to Wen Youqing's side, gently picked her up, and brushed the dust off her body.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked.

"It hurts." Wen Youqing said aggrievedly with tears in the corners of her eyes.