Chapter 21: The hardest thing in the world is separation
Ye Hao walked to Han Ye's side, looked at these eight big characters, murmured a few times, as if he had gained some insight.
He has an innocent soul and an innocent body, but what about his heart?
In the world of Buddhism, Taoism, demons and monsters, who can possess a heart without blemish.
The Buddha ferries people across [the sea of suffering], why? Is it because of compassion or is it a hindrance?
Go against the heavens, why? Is desire a stain or not?
Since all emotions, desires, what is seen with the eyes and heard with the ears are defilements, where does a mind without defilement come from?
"This was written by my master, Qing Yun Zhen Ren. When I was young, whenever Master scolded or punished me, he would make me sit in front of these eight characters to reflect." Han Ye Yue suddenly spoke up, her clear and cold voice trembling slightly, containing an overly intense emotion.
"Your master is a true seeker of the Way, what she seeks is not just immortality." Ye Hao sighed lightly.
Han Ye's body trembled slightly as she turned her head to stare at Ye Hao, who also slowly came to understand Master's heart later on. But unexpectedly, this man seemed to have understood her even better than herself with just a few words from Master.
"Come with me to a place." Han Ye said, and without waiting for Ye Hao's response, she flew out.
Han Ye Moon turned left and right in the building complex of Fog Moon Peak and entered a elegant pavilion.
The attic is very simple and elegant, with walls full of calligraphy and paintings, and rows of bookshelves from the floor to the ceiling. It can be seen that this is a woman's residence, and it should be the dwelling place of Qingyue Rouyun, the master of Han Ye Yue.
Han Ye pressed the mechanism, and several rows of bookshelves rotated, revealing an entrance to a secret room. The entrance was guarded by powerful forbidden magic.
Ye Hao followed Han Ye Yue into the secret room, and felt a chill run down his spine as the cold yin energy hit him in the face.
"Yin soul?" Ye Hao's eyebrows rose, his body possessed the Heavenly Pulse, and he was extremely sensitive to all kinds of auras in the world.
After walking through the long and narrow corridor, a secret room appeared in front of Ye Hao, with an identical layout to the one above.
Ye Hao's eyes flickered, and he saw a delicate female ghost sitting at the head of the bed, holding a comb condensed from yin energy in her hand, slowly combing a long, beautiful hair.
Only, this female ghost's eyes were dull and stupid, having already lost her consciousness like most ordinary ghosts.
Ordinary ghosts, after losing their divine consciousness, will drift unconsciously in the world and turn to dust when they encounter sunlight. Only a very small number of ghosts can find a suitable place to settle under the right circumstances, and among them, a small portion will instinctively practice cultivation, eventually opening up their spiritual intelligence and becoming ghost cultivators.
However, in theory, after the death of Jin Dan Zhen Ren, if their yin soul is not extinguished, they can preserve most of their memories. Although they cannot seize a new body and be reborn like a strong Yuan Ying cultivator, it's no problem for them to become a ghost cultivator. How could they possibly become a foolish and dull ordinary ghost?
Ye Haofa's eyes were carefully sizing up the ghost of Qing Yun, and he had noticed something unusual. On her soul body, there were several blood-red threads entwined.
"This is my master, Qingyun Zhenren. After she brought back the Huantian Dan Ding, she died and disappeared, but her yin soul condensed and did not disperse, only to lose all her divine wisdom. It was only later that I discovered she had been affected by a wicked and poisonous Daoist technique called Sou Hun Jue, which made her soul unable to scatter after death. Even under the scorching sun, her yin soul would repeatedly dissipate and condense, forever trapped in this cycle of suffering." Han Ye Yue's voice was filled with intense hatred as tears fell from her eyes.
This was the first time Ye Hao saw Han Yemeng's inner emotions so vividly, loving to the point of being etched in his heart, hating to the point of being carved into his bones.
"So, you went through all that trouble to refine the Qian Kun Zhuan Sheng Dan, just to help your master attain liberation." Ye Hao's voice had a gentleness in it that even he himself was not aware of.
"Not bad." Han Ye Yue nodded, blinked her eyes, and the tear stains on her face had already dried up. She took out a black-and-white dan bead, which was the only successfully refined Qian Kun Zhuan Sheng Dan.
Ye Hao nodded, this Qian Kun transmigration pill had a hint of primordial aura, enough to dissolve those few strands of soul-binding threads.
Han Ye opened the forbidden technique of the secret room and slowly walked in, gathering all her spiritual energy, otherwise she would scare her master.
The ghost of Qingyu suddenly felt something, turned her head blankly and rushed towards Han Ye's direction, driven by an instinctual longing for the warmth of a living person, because she felt cold.
"Master!" Han Ye Yue opened her arms and hugged the rushing ghost of Qing Wu Zhen Ren, and even released the yang energy from her body, giving it to him as he wished.
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"Master, why am I called Night Moon?"
"It was because when I picked you up, it was on a night with a full moon, so I named you Yèyuè. I hope you will be like the bright moon in the night sky, not dazzling like the sun, nor as small as the stars, yet still able to illuminate the world."
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"Master, I'm innocent. Letting Hanhai Shixiong vomit and have diarrhea for a few days is already being lenient on him."
"Shut up! As your teacher, I'm punishing you to sit under the stone pillar for ten days and nights, reflect on yourself carefully."
"Even if I sit for a year, I am not wrong."
"You little scamp, you're driving me crazy!"
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"After Master leaves, you must take good care of Fog Moon Peak and are not allowed to cause any trouble."
"Master, when did I ever cause trouble? You always side with outsiders."
"Foolish girl, you're all about to achieve the Golden Elixir Great Dao, how can you still be so childish?"
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"Yè Yuè, this Heaven's Furnace Dan Ding you must keep well hidden, don't tell anyone, if someone really finds out, I permit you to silence them, inside here is hidden something earth-shaking..."
"Master, master, wake up, don't leave Ye Yue..."
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Tears fell like rain at night, she used all her strength to hold onto the intangible mist, a true person or ghost, as if wanting to tightly grasp that warmth which accompanied her growth, only, this warmth would from now on be forever gone.
Ye Hao silently watched this scene, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness, the hardest thing in life is separation.
As a cultivator, his long and arduous life had already made his heart as solid as a rock. In the vast expanse of the Heavenly Secret Realm, he played with mortals, leaving emotions in every place, but was reluctant to pay out true feelings. He feared that if he paid out his emotions, they would only become a burden on his path to enlightenment in the ruthless reality of the cultivation world. He also feared that after experiencing separation, either he or she would end up like Huan Ye Yue, unable to bear the pain.
Afraid?
It all originated from a single word: fear.
Ye Hao suddenly became as still as a wooden chicken, ridiculous to think that his heart was as solid as a rock, what is he afraid of? Since there are still fearful emotions hidden in the depths of his heart, how can he pursue the Great Way? A heart as solid as a rock is just a joke!
"Wherever sex goes, the way is born, follow nature and do it, all are the way!" Ye Hao's mind once again emerged with the opening sentence of Jing Tian Jue, as if sunlight had poured into the dark room, everything in front of him was brightened, and he suddenly understood.
