Chapter 26 A Hairpin, A Story, A Moment in Time

  The first generation was a hairpin on the head of an unmarried woman. Because she was insulted and pulled it out, she killed herself with fresh blood soaking the entire hairpin.

  In the second generation, it was a famous decoration on the hair of palace women. Alas, today it is given to those who are about to be executed, and in desperation, they use it to cut their own throat.

  The third generation is an indispensable personal item in the hands of a dashing young man, but alas, it was used to express deep emotions and ultimately ended up being used by him to take his own life in front of the tomb of the woman he loved.

  The fourth son was sent as a tribute to the neighboring country's princess and married her, but unexpectedly fell into the hands of a concubine, harming the current empress.

  The fifth generation was a branch of the Zhizhi family in Huaxi, but because the woman's appearance was ugly and she couldn't go out all day, evil arose from her heart. She peeled off someone's skin and applied it to her face. Later, the crime was exposed, and the woman was punished with extreme severity. The hairpin was handed over to the national treasury.

  The sixth generation was a toy in the hands of Chancellor Qianjin, only because **** and his beloved committed double suicide.

  The seventh life was found by someone from under the cliff and sent to his beloved, but because of his unknown identity, he used it again to commit suicide.

  The eighth generation fell into the hands of monks and was trapped in the Buddhist hall all day.

  In the ninth life, he was stolen from the temple to make a living by selling him, but no one wanted to buy him. "How can this be sold?" One day, a warm and gentle voice entered his ears. "Young master, do you want it? This hairpin is of excellent quality and workmanship." The vendor saw someone approaching to buy it and hastily opened his mouth. "Just take it for a few coins." After finishing speaking, the hairpin was picked up by a pair of slender yet icy hands. Later, he learned that he was a god, a clean-hearted and lust-free god who had been discarded in the humblest small house in the heavenly realm to cultivate himself.

  The tenth generation was able to shape and seek pleasure all day, but it was comfortable to recognize the various gods. However, he never saw him again. Later, I heard that he was imprisoned by the Heavenly Emperor and sneaked into the inner chamber, but still with a cold body, softly calling out to him, turning around in a daze for half a moment, and then laughing lightly. "Little hairpin, it's really you who has cultivated human form!" She thought he wouldn't laugh, but didn't know that he would smile every day when she finished talking to him, and it was harmonious.

  A group of demons rose up, and the Heavenly Emperor ordered him to go out and fight. Only then did she realize that he was a general. After pacifying the Heavenly Emperor, however, he blamed her for bringing about the demonic uprising, saying that there were too many grievances and hatreds accumulated on her body. It was true, her body carried the resentment of eight lifetimes. For the first time, she felt afraid, looking up at him with a sheet of ice-cold indifference. "Meng, kill her!" The Heavenly Emperor's voice was soft but his words were ruthless.

  He walked towards her with his sword, his expression still icy cold. Finally, his sword pointed at her heart. She was too weak to dodge, and as the sword pierced her, she heard him say, "Shift your body's energy to avoid harm." She smiled, closed her eyes, and the sword still pierced through her entire heart. She heard her own faint voice saying, "You're right... this life... won't... cough... in the future... cough... will never... meet you again." Her hand fell weakly, turned to dust, and disappeared. Only he remained standing there, his expression dull and stupid, holding his sword. If I didn't believe, why would I still be standing in this world?