Feng Shui - Chapter 12
The other customers in the dog meat city had stopped eating and were all looking at the three drunk young men, because not everyone could sit there and talk nonsense after drinking eight bottles of beer.
The waiter brought over fifteen more bottles of beer and placed them in front of Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai.
The three of them started a new round of gambling on who would pay the bill, and as if drinking water, they began to gulp it down from the bottle.
Suddenly, Feng Shui choked on his drink. The sudden pause caused a nauseous feeling, and he was about to vomit. Yu Duotian and Fan Dao'ai also stopped drinking and looked at Feng Shui, both realizing that he was definitely going to pay for the meal.
The two exchanged a sly smile. But then, something even more outrageous happened.
Feng Shui pulled a purple bead from his pocket at some point, popped it into his mouth, swallowed it, and the urge to vomit immediately disappeared. It seems Feng Shui really did drink too much.
“This is called ‘covering the lid’!” Feng Shui took another deep breath, then patted his chest with a sense of satisfaction, and said smugly.
"You're ruthless!" Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai said simultaneously, their eyes wide.
Thus, in this drinking contest, feng shui prevailed. Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai couldn't keep up any longer, so they decided to split the bill so neither of them would lose out.
The three agreed to meet again another day. Since everyone had drunk quite a bit, the remaining entertainment was canceled, and everyone went their separate ways to enjoy their lonely Valentine's Day night in a drunken stupor.
The apartment rented by the Feng Shui master.
Everyone has a place they know best, and their own bed is that place. So, no matter what you forget, you'll never forget what your bed looks like. Because it's everyone's warmest haven.
Feng Shui was lying in his own haven, feeling an unbearable heat rising from his body. Perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, Feng Shui's thoughts were in disarray, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.
"The path of cultivation is divided into five schools!" Several large seal script characters suddenly appeared in the chaotic consciousness.
"What's going on?" Feng Shui asked vaguely.
However, no one answered him, and rows of small seal characters continued to appear uncontrollably in his mind's consciousness.
“Cultivating demonic arts involves entering the demonic formation, focusing on cultivating one’s soul, and reaching the realm of creating an avatar. Those who reach this realm will transcend all things and become the ultimate demon.”
"That's too much," he murmured, his feng shui consciousness already in disarray.
However, something even more outrageous almost drove the feng shui master completely mad.
Suddenly, layers of purple light, rippling like waves, emanated from Feng Shui's body and spread outwards. Wherever it passed, all objects instantly turned into atoms and disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Shui's eyes opened simultaneously, and two beams of azure light transformed into pillars that shot straight into the night sky. The night sky was torn open, creating a colossal black hole with a diameter of five thousand hectares. At the same time, an even more concentrated azure demonic light shot out from the black hole, completely enveloping Feng Shui, and Feng Shui's body also floated up.
His entire body was rapidly decomposed, compressed, recombined, and reassembled within the azure demonic light. After countless transformations, Feng Shui's body took shape again, but it had completely changed into a different form.
A dark blue "demon" pattern appeared on Feng Shui's spine. Feng Shui's clothes had been transformed into atoms during the modification. At this moment, Feng Shui was like a newborn baby, naked and surrounded by light.
At the same time, the "demon" pattern from before has disappeared into the back of the feng shui structure.
The black-blue light that had enveloped Feng Shui, which shot down from the sky, disappeared at the same time as the huge black hole. Feng Shui gently floated to the ground, completely unconscious.
The world was peaceful and quiet, as if nothing had happened.
2004-12-08 11:49:00
Chapter Eighteen: A Beautiful Day
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Rain was falling outside the window, like a pane of glass separating people from each other.
When Feng Shui opened his eyes, all he saw was the rain outside the window. It seemed he had lived in this city for a long time without realizing it, yet it always felt strangely unfamiliar. This place felt particularly foreign to him now, because it was a hospital ward.
He didn't know why he was lying there; his head was still a little dizzy. It was probably because he'd drunk too much last night, Feng Shui thought to himself. Suddenly, he felt another sharp pain in his head, and many familiar images flashed through his mind, yet he also felt they were waiting for him to become familiar with them. Everything seemed like a rapidly overlapping, flickering film, making Feng Shui feel that everything was constantly changing, and all he could perceive was change.
And everything in flux seems to be in constant motion—a flowing city, a flowing life, flowing crowds, flowing thoughts. All those scenes of gathering and parting, coming and going, welcoming and seeing off, eventually condense into one person, a doctor in a white coat.
She was beautiful, especially her eyes. I felt like I'd seen them somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place them. Perhaps it was because it had happened so long ago, and my mind couldn't process those scattered fragments, so I simply ignored them. But those eyes were truly beautiful, as if they shimmered with a purple ripple, making it impossible to look away.
"You're awake." The beautiful female doctor's voice was so lovely, it sounded as if she were caring for her dearest loved one.
Feng Shui was somewhat confused, because no woman had ever spoken to him so gently, which moved him.
In the course of wandering and drifting, Feng Shui's heart was gradually worn down, hardened, and even numb. He wondered where there was still a corner where such a gentle voice could be kept. He felt the quiet elegance that the beautiful female doctor exuded unintentionally, the lingering tenderness in her eyes, the flower-like charm on her face, the slow sadness in her voice, and the excessively caring heart deep in her soul.
Feng shui is truly a bit of a mystery. Perhaps it's like a rope that's been taut all day, about to lose its elasticity, but then its weight is released, and it gains consciousness.
In that instant, Feng Shui's heart trembled slightly. A voice, seemingly distant yet so close, drifted over and echoed softly in his ears, as if telling him about the lingering emotions that were weighing on his mind.
Looking up at the beautiful woman before him, pondering her concerned gaze, so many seeds of doubt were sown in Feng Shui's heart, and endless hazy thoughts took flight.
"Who are you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before," Feng Shui asked curiously.
However, the beautiful female doctor did not answer him; her expression conveyed a sense of human emotion, or perhaps a touch of worldly wisdom.
"You're finally back." Tears of excitement were already welling up in the female doctor's eyes.
Feng Shui was even more confused, because he didn't know why the female doctor would answer him in this way.
"Do you know that in the years you've been gone, my world has shrunk? In our last reunion and separation, my feelings for you have been gradually tempered. Separation may be a unique way to rekindle those feelings. Feng Shui, therefore, destined the moment of parting to be difficult and reluctant. But in this life, in my life, you have once again become a new and important part of my being!" The beautiful female doctor said with a trembling voice.
Feng Shui didn't know what the female doctor meant by those words, but he felt in his heart that he seemed to know her very well, otherwise the female doctor would not have spoken to him in this tone.
As the wheel of reincarnation turns, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Feng Shui has forgotten that it once took away the hopes of loved ones and friends, leaving behind the worries and longings of others. At this moment, what the female doctor's eyes express is the chaotic joy of her longing and prayers finally being rewarded.
2004-12-08 11:50:00
"Heroes of the world emerge from our generation, once we embark on the path of cultivation, time flies by. A thousand years and ten thousand months are discussed in laughter, nothing surpasses a life of drunken revelry." The beautiful female doctor said excitedly as she looked at the feng shui.
"Sword in hand, steed in hand, tail waving in the rain, white bones piled high, birds startled into flight. The world is like a tide, people like water, alas, how many return to this world? You are...?" Feng Shui continued involuntarily.
However, after he spoke, he realized he was even more familiar with the female doctor's face, yet he had forgotten where they had met. Feng Shui's head throbbed again; he tightly closed his eyes, not wanting the woman before him to see the confusion in them. Because he realized he had begun to fall for this beautiful female doctor.
As the raindrops drifted in through the window, Feng Shui, in a hazy state, forgot who he was, only seeing the tears in the eyes of the beautiful woman before him. In this season, the ward was filled with a warm atmosphere.
The headache vanished instantly, and he found a pair of warm hands resting on his forehead. Feng Shui smelled a delicate fragrance emanating from those white arms, a scent that was refreshing and lingering. Feng Shui was somewhat bewildered, but then realized his consciousness was beginning to organize itself, recalling the events of the previous night.
However, he only remembered getting drunk with Yu Duotian and Fan Daoai, then going home to sleep, and he forgot everything after that.
"How did I get here?" Feng Shui calmed himself down and asked softly.
“Feng Shui, you were already exorcised by the ‘Soul Pill’ yesterday. I never imagined that you would be like me in this life, both of you having your reincarnation time warped. It seems that all of this is fate. However, I never expected that the imprint on your soul would be so strongly influenced by demonic cultivation, and you finally took this step.” The beautiful female doctor looked at Feng Shui with loving eyes and said gently.
"Beautiful lady, am I in a mental hospital?" Feng Shui asked the female doctor with a suspicious look in his eyes.
The female doctor was taken aback.
"Feng Shui, don't you remember me? I'm Jiang Yao!" the female doctor said excitedly.
"Jiang Yao?" Feng Shui felt that the name was familiar, but found that he really couldn't remember it.
"Feng Shui, what's wrong with you? Did you reincarnate and forget me?" Jiang Yao's voice held a hint of pain.
“How could a ‘Soul Pill’ made from a single soul possibly retain all memories? Demon Butterfly, you’re too naive.” At that moment, another man’s voice appeared behind Jiang Yao.
A man with a thick black braid down his back, exuding a mysterious and classical aristocratic air, and with a blue glint in his eyes, appeared in Jiang Yao and Feng Shui's sight.
"Who are you?" Jiang Yao asked, looking at the man who had suddenly appeared, somewhat shocked.
Given Jiang Yao's skill as a demonic butterfly, there are very few people who can appear within half a meter of her silently, yet this man was able to do so, which shocked Jiang Yao about his identity.
However, the man didn't answer her question. He walked with light and graceful steps to Feng Shui's bedside, his eyes never once looking at Jiang Yao, remaining fixed on Feng Shui. Feng Shui was startled by the sudden appearance of the man, especially by his face. A man with such a handsome face couldn't possibly exist in this world. However, Feng Shui noticed that the man seemed particularly interested in her, because he felt the man's eyes were constantly fixed on her, and there was an inexplicable smile in them. Feng Shui began to suspect that the man might be gay.
"Feng Shui, you can finally reshape your demonic body." The man who suddenly appeared said to Feng Shui.
"I don't quite understand what you mean." Feng Shui looked at the man in front of the bed, puzzled.
2004-12-08 11:51:00
"Hehe, that's not important. The Demon Butterfly refined the 'Soul Spirit Pill' with a fragment of your soul from your past life, hoping to continue our bond in this life. However, it didn't realize that it only retained less than one percent of your memories and power. But that's even better. Start cultivating demonic arts from scratch, using your demonic body transformed by the 'Soul Spirit Pill.' Your path of demonic cultivation will be twice as effective. Once you've completely purged your demonic nature, you'll possess power on par with mine. At that time, I'll come back to find you. Remember my name, I'm called 'Jimmy,' and like you, I'm a demon cultivator." The man who called himself Jimmy said mysteriously.
"A demon cultivator?" Jiang Yao was even more shocked when she heard Jimi's words, and looked at Jimi in disbelief.
“That’s right, I am a demon cultivator, and so is Feng Shui. In this world, only the two of us can become true demon cultivators.” Jimi smiled strangely at Jiang Yao and said softly.
Jiang Yao was even more shocked, because she herself had once been a demon cultivator, yet she couldn't fully break through to the realm of refining demonic nature. Ultimately, she had to transform into a goddess in the "Demon Realm." The "Demon Realm" wasn't a world for demon cultivators, but rather a place where demons, having nowhere else to go, resided—completely different from demon cultivation. In ancient times, a demon cultivator had refined a universe, leading later cultivators to emulate him, only to discover that the path of demon cultivation was far from simple. Some demon cultivators, unable to cultivate a demonic body, ultimately fell into the Demon Realm, becoming demons. The Demon Butterfly was one of them, but a standout among cultivators who fell into the Demon Realm, thus becoming the Demon Butterfly she is today. However, the Demon Butterfly couldn't cultivate a true demonic body, reaching the level of completely refining a planet.
In later generations, cultivating demonic arts was regarded as an extreme taboo on the path of cultivation, abandoned by later generations, and no one dared to try it again. The path of cultivating demonic arts is truly too difficult, and it consumes not only life but also the soul. This is because cultivating immortality and cultivating divinity only requires cultivating the nascent soul formed from essence, qi, and spirit, while cultivating demonic arts requires cultivating one's own soul.
From ancient times to the present, demon cultivators have virtually vanished from this world, and the feng shui of the past life was but a drop in the ocean, achieving nothing of great significance. However, the man who now appears here, calling himself Jimi, makes Jiang Yao unable to believe her eyes. Because, she can't sense any demonic nature from Jimi at all. And Jiang Yao knows that this is a very high realm within the realm of demon cultivation, a realm she herself couldn't break through to achieve—Demonic Transformation of Tranquil Spirit.
"Enjoy these peaceful days. Once you have truly obtained all your memories, you will face hardships and dangers you never imagined. I will come back to you then, when you have completely refined your demonic nature," Jimi said mysteriously.
Before Feng Shui and Jiang Yao could understand the meaning behind his words, Jimi had already turned into a gentle breeze and disappeared.
"What exactly is he saying?" Feng Shui asked, puzzled.
Jiang Yao didn't answer his question. Her brows furrowed, and as she watched the spot where he had disappeared a few meters away, her heart was in turmoil, and she vaguely sensed a very ominous premonition. Jiang Yao knew that the future she and Feng Shui were about to face would be the most difficult fate she had encountered in all her years of cultivation.
Suddenly, Jiang Yao smiled again, her smile returning to its warm and beautiful form. Looking at Feng Shui lying on the hospital bed, she seemed to have come to some kind of realization, yet something remained elusive. Feng Shui was somewhat bewildered by Jiang Yao's smile.
"Feng Shui, let's start dating." Jiang Yao leaned down and kissed Feng Shui deeply on the lips.
Feng Shui couldn't resist those smooth, gentle lips, losing his soul in Jiang Yao's kiss. Feng Shui closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet kiss, yet also feeling a hint of bitterness. But he had no time to think about it anymore, because his kiss had already begun to intertwine with Jiang Yao's lips.
2004-12-08 11:54:00
Chapter Nineteen: The Garden of the Dead
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In the dark world, there was a strange hole in front of the crack in the depression. The area around the hole was full of foul-smelling mud, and the water was still like stagnant water. Fragrance and shimmering smoke occasionally emanated from the hole.
As you descend from the cave entrance, the path becomes increasingly complex and winding, continuing down into the darkness where visibility is virtually zero. You can only continue downwards in the darkness, seemingly without end.
I don't know how long we've been walking, but swirling black mist keeps rising upwards, and slowly, faint red lights begin to appear ahead. Finally, we're getting closer, and a vast expanse of land appears before us. As far as the eye can see, there is only desolate land, with dead trees everywhere. Beyond the dead trees, there are many filthy houses and streets, and the stench grows stronger and stronger.
Although this wasn't Cao Hui's first time here, each visit made him feel himself drawing closer to depravity, not just in his body, but also in his heart. Slowly, he could feel his soul emanating the same stench as this place. He loathed this feeling, yet he couldn't escape it, for it was his destiny.
Looking out, all that could be seen were countless "pure" beings walking aimlessly in this vast space. In the distance, a colossal mountain range, seemingly reaching to the sky, was advancing towards Cao Hui with the terrifying force of a raging torrent. Countless "pure" beings let out pitiful screams, fleeing for their lives. As the mountain range, tens of thousands of meters high, drew ever closer like the collapse of the heavens, Cao Hui felt his entire body tremble violently. Although he had experienced this formation countless times, he had never been able to fully control his mind, for it was simply beyond the power of any force to resist, not even a god.
The "Su" didn't even have time to catch their breath; they were already frozen in place, too terrified to make a sound. Some were completely paralyzed with fear, while others couldn't help but lie on the ground, desperately trying to burrow into the earth, only to find themselves powerless.
Soon the sound stopped, and birdsong began to fill the air. The "Su" regained consciousness, but for some unknown reason, they were suddenly sucked into the mountain crevice that had appeared earlier. Grass Ash knew that the path to the Underworld had opened, and countless faint threads emerged from the crack, pulling Grass Ash and the "Su" towards the Underworld.
The world of the underworld is similar to the human world, but its vastness cannot be described in words. The orderly buildings there do not make the "souls" lose their way. Cao Hui found himself as if he had become a "soul", and was constantly being led through those buildings. Before his eyes appeared an even more vast world of water. There was no bridge, and he could only vaguely see a wider land on the other side.
This is the "River of Three Crossings," and the other side of the river is what Buddhists call the "Other Shore," which refers to the true underworld.
To reach the other side of the Sanzu River, one must relinquish human emotions such as hatred and jealousy.
These "Souls" are the souls of the dead. When they leave the human world, they surely discard their human emotions. However, many Souls cannot do this; their attempts to carry their emotions across the river often lead to failure. There are no ferries like those in the human world; the Souls must fly across the water themselves. If they don't discard their human emotions while flying, these emotions become heavy hammers, weighing them down and growing heavier until they can no longer fly across. Meanwhile, a stronger suction force arises in the water, pulling the emotion-laden Souls into the water. The Souls don't sink but move forward step by step as if on land. Then, they feel they can fly, and their speed increases. As they ascend, they see other Souls on the surface, but they can never see the opposite bank again.
As Su began to realize this, everything around her turned crimson, the sky and water turning red simultaneously. The Sanzu River and the sky above it were filled with an indescribably beautiful red light. Su seemed to see the center of the underworld and flew into the air at the speed of an arrow, no longer feeling any wonder at the crimson surroundings. However, as her speed increased, Su's consciousness became completely blank, losing all sense of being a soul, forever wandering in a world of nothingness.
Grass Ash was currently soaring above the "River of Three Crossings," watching as some of the "Plain Ones" around him had already ascended into the sky. Grass Ash felt nothing, for he had completely lost all emotion. Soon, Grass Ash reached the other side and truly entered the "Yellow Springs."
The true Yellow Springs is filled with clear lakes and rivers, and nearby stretches of gardens. Looking at all this, Grass Ash couldn't help but think of someone—a woman waiting for him in the mortal realm. But Grass Ash could no longer turn back, for coming here meant forever betraying everything he once possessed; this was his true destiny.
2004-12-08 11:55:00