Chapter 42: Ancient Mirror Observes the Divine

  Another soft laugh, and a woman's figure emerged from the ancient mirror, it was indeed the Mirror Fairy.

  She wore a playful smile, standing high above the law array, looking down at Dao Jing with an air of superiority, seemingly completely ignoring the biting cold air surrounding him.

  "You're a little overlord who dares to barge into my territory and question me? Well, I'd like to ask you first, who are you?"

  "Mount Tiantai, Daojing!"

  The master of the Wu Yue border, the first immortal sect of Sanping Dao, the orthodox heir of the family was killed at the door, but the woman seemed to be not afraid at all, with a calm and composed expression.

  "So you're a fairy, no wonder I couldn't see you. Alas! That foolish kid is in danger now"

  She must be bewildering herself with her own words, Dao Jing didn't think much of it and calmly said: "If he only has this little ability, then he's not worthy to be with me!"

  "Really?" Jing Xian gently wiped the ancient mirror in his hand, looking at Dao Jing with a playful gaze: "Then do you want to see what he's doing now? What did he do in the past? It's all very interesting!"

  Her magic was fierce, Dao Jing didn't dare to be careless, gripping the long sword in his hand tightly, he said sternly: "Who are you, a demon from where, why use this evil technique to harm people?"

  "Ah, let me think..." Jing Xian pretended to be deep in thought, but the cold smile on his face was unrelenting: "I remember telling your little sister about it, didn't she tell you? Or are you just very forgetful? Oh, I see, so you really do have a bad memory, very forgetful indeed."

  A sword light flashed past, and the mirror fairy was instantly shattered, but it was just an illusion. In the blink of an eye, she reassembled herself. The more angry her opponent became, the happier she laughed, and continued to taunt: "Isn't that so? Then tell me, where did you go on the evening of the eleventh day? You don't know, do you? Your friend hid you in a safe place, then he went alone to a dangerous place. Something terrible happened there. Although it was terrifying, it was also very exciting. It's a pity you didn't see it." She waved the ancient mirror in her hand, tempting him: "Do you want to take a look?"

  "Nonsense!"

  Jing Xian covered half of her face with her large sleeve, laughing so hard that she was trembling: "What's wrong? You look like a little kid. The more I look at you, the more I like you, why don't you stay and keep me company?"

  "You're dreaming!"

  Dào Jìng: *silence*

  If I didn't mishear, the sound that just rang out was Mumu's voice. Dao Jing looked around quietly to search, but only saw that the mirror immortal's face changed color and suddenly withdrew his body shape. In the air, there was only the back of the ancient mirror covered with dense incantations left, and the underground space suddenly fell silent.

  Under the throne of the main hall, Jing Xian appeared in front of her, and at this moment, was she still that ordinary woman?

  Meng Mu Hua held a large knife and looked at him with a gloomy face, scolding: "As a woman, you should know what to say and what not to say."

  "Whatever." Jing Xian Bao sneered, looking at him with disdain: "What? You can do it, but you won't let others talk about it? Your friend is very curious to know, though."

  "If he were as garrulous as you, I would have left early and wouldn't have had to take this muddy road."

  "What's going on?" Jing Xian couldn't stand for long, so he calmly found a low stool and sat down, rubbing his knees: "I feel like it's not your kindness, but rather intentional?"

  "Cut the nonsense. For the sake of being from the same Meng family, quickly withdraw your formation. My friend doesn't like killing, perhaps he can spare your life."

  "Oh?" Jing Xian was truly surprised this time: "Indeed, the younger generation is to be feared, and you actually figured it out. But how did you manage to see through it?"

  "I'm terribly sorry, I'm not one to enlighten others. I prefer to know things that others don't. And you, on the other hand, have learned too much. My clan, the Mong, has also come to know too many things that shouldn't be known by humans, which is why we've established so many taboos and restrictions for our people. Now, what exactly drove you to do something so contrary to the natural order?"

  "You're also worthy of discussing the Tao?" Jing Xian said, but didn't continue, lowering her head to stroke the ancient mirror in her hand, her expression filled with regret and sorrow.

  Mo Meng waited for a long time before she heard her soft voice again.

  "In fact, the Mong family now only has you and me left..."

  “……”

  Seeing his shocked face, Jing Xian smiled quietly: "Very surprised? That's right, strictly speaking, you are not my clansman either." She looked at the mirror where various scenes kept flashing, which was her hometown.

  "Bitter Mountain, can't go back anymore."

  The Meng clan originated from Kusou, and this clan has possessed a unique spiritual power since the beginning of heaven and earth, which is to control the soul through each person's eyes. After generations of evolution, this spiritual power eventually developed into a powerful spell. According to legend, during the peak period, it was possible to excavate memories that had been buried deep in people's minds and forgotten through spells. However, the person being cast must allow the caster to understand his entire experience. But for the caster, this is not only a burden but also often a danger, because many people have done things they don't want others to know about, and there are many things that shouldn't be known by outsiders.

  So later, the Mong family created a reverse technique to erase the memories that didn't belong to them after helping others, in order to protect the privacy of those who had been subjected to the technique. However, this destructive technique was misused by some members of the clan who were driven by personal gain and began to invade the memories of those they were supposed to be helping during the process of transferring spiritual energy. Others would extract the spiritual energy from one person and implant it into another's mind, allowing the former to achieve a kind of immortality.

  These two magical techniques have already fallen into evil ways, and the tribe has split apart because of this. Some members of the tribe took these evil techniques and left Mount Ku, later said to be banned by several Supreme Immortals, but unexpectedly the remaining members of the tribe were captured by San Ping Dao.

  Jing Xian was forced to flee from Ku Shan, but unexpectedly, even after fleeing to the southern border, he still couldn't escape the punishment of the heavenly retribution. The Meng clan may be skilled in spiritual energy conversion, but it's still a minor technique; although they refused to yield until death, there are still people who cherish their lives. Just like Jing Xian, who is willing to be driven and enslaved by others, using evil techniques to harm people, also wants to survive in the world.

  "Now that the temple is destroyed, you won't be in this world for long either. Why must you unnecessarily add to the slaughter? Is your life so important?"

  The sorrowful color in Jing Xian's eyes had not yet dissipated, and upon hearing Meng Mu say this, he became even more indignant: "What? My life isn't a life? You can be indifferent, but is it wrong for me to want to live? What business is it of yours? Is it up to you, a half-demon monster, to criticize me?"

  She sneered at Meng Mu: "You still don't know what's going on with yourself, and I'm not going to tell you! Oh, by the way, it seems like you were learning my Lingering Spirit Technique just now. What about that ugly copper mirror of yours? The Xuanzhu Heart Mirror. You keep taking it out to look at it when you're at home, and even bring it with you when you go out. Are you trying to recall your friend's memories? I advise you to give up on that idea as soon as possible."

  Meng Mu was unhappy, and rightly so; whoever knew they were being spied on all the time would find it hard to remain calm.

  He scowled and weighed the large knife in his hand, threatening: "Speak nonsense again, and I won't be polite!"

  Jing Xian floated and flew to the top of the divine throne, sitting cross-legged and looking down at him: "What? You don't want to know? I'm actually curious, people spend all their wealth just to see me once, only to ask about trivial matters. Now that it concerns your life and fate, I'm willing to tell you for free, but you're not even grateful, and yet you still don't want to listen. Young one, I'm truly doing this out of consideration for our shared heritage, so let me advise you..."

  She suddenly turned stern and gazed at him deeply: "Don't play with fire!"

  Meng Mu could no longer bear it, and with a swift swing of his knife, he chopped straight at her. However, he didn't expect the mirror in front of him to flash suddenly, and in an instant, both the knife and himself were split into thin air. When he came back to his senses, he found himself in another space.

  Mengjia Village!

  The white snowflakes covered the sky, it was snowing heavily. The big snowflakes fell to the ground one after another, covering up the bloodstains that shocked people at a glance.

  There is a small courtyard built on the waist of a mountain, and in the courtyard, there is only one short tree that remains green even in winter. Under the tree, a boy is squatting with his face covered, crying.

  Why was he crying? Perhaps it was because of the cold weather? Yes, he was thinly dressed and barefooted, but there was no snow falling on his head.

  An umbrella appeared above his head, but the person under the umbrella was invisible. It must be a powerful demon or immortal that even Mirror Immortal couldn't see.

  Starting from under the eaves, the ice and snow gradually melted away until the entire small courtyard was completely uncovered, revealing its original appearance.

  Three corpses were found in the courtyard!

  A woman was hugging a little girl less than five years old, collapsed at the door, her body covered in knife wounds, several of which were deep enough to expose bone. The bloodstains on her body had congealed into ice and frozen onto the floor tiles. The girl in her arms was also dead, with purple lips, apparently strangled to death.

  A few steps away from them, a man lay on his back, eyes tightly closed and tears streaming down his face. His hands were clenched around the hilt of a knife, its blade plunged into his chest - he had taken his own life.

  "This is the consequence of the truth, have you ever thought of it?"

  The person under the umbrella spoke calmly.

  Meng Mu thought, he already knew who it was...

  The boy sobbed uncontrollably, muttering words of apology, but what's the use of apologizing, a dead person can't be brought back to life after all.

  Originally thought that can't live in ignorance, but now what?

  The man who eloped with another's wife and had a daughter, only to discover years later that she didn't resemble him. He searched the mountains and countryside, finally finding the last surviving member of the Mong family...

  The boy cried for a long time and finally seemed to have made up his mind. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve and stood up.

  It was originally just a kind intention, but it caused an irreparable mistake. It seems that people don't need to be enlightened, they are only worthy of and willing to live in confusion.

  People need to learn to let go, Meng needs to learn to be perfect!

  "It's my fault, I'll take responsibility!"

  He walked up to the man and woman, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times heavily towards them.

  Then, from between his eyebrows, he took out a crystal-like object, which was his inner elixir!

  "Boy, what are you doing?" Meng Mu suddenly had a bad premonition and hurriedly ran forward, wanting to jump over the courtyard wall to stop him!

  But everything was already too late, a line of clear tears flowed down the boy's eyes, his hands merged together and instantly crushed his own inner elixir.

  His figure gradually turned into twinkling stardust, dispersing in the cold wind.

  The small tree under the eaves also lost its vitality and began to wither.

  It seemed that someone let out a soft sigh, and as the umbrella was closed, a ray of light flew out and merged into the small tree.

  The small tree shook violently for a moment, dropping some leaves, but the remaining buds stood up straight.

  This little tree has regained its life.

  A drop of blood that came out of thin air fell onto the trunk, and the entire tree instantly burst into dazzling light, transforming back into a human figure.

  "Your humble servant greets you, master!"

  "From today on, you will be called Meng Mu!"