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After reporting the matter of the Geisha to the Jade Emperor, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin came to the place where pregnant women often gather. They always felt that this pregnant woman, in all likelihood, was the most easily communicable among all the transformed beings.
The sound of flowing water under the Qingxi Bridge is like the gentle silk slowly sliding over jade.
The sunlight shines through the dense leaves, casting mottled shadows on a huge banyan tree. If the banyan tree has spirituality, its roots are like the many-handed and many-footed deities, deeply embedded in the soil, as if also embedded in the hearts of the villagers.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin stand at the bridge, gazing at this large banyan tree. The two of them have serious expressions, their eyes seemingly hiding countless question marks, just like the intertwined and inseparable roots of this banyan tree.
Night falls, and a thin mist envelops the Qingxi Bridge and the giant banyan tree, creating a hazy and mysterious atmosphere. Just then, a figure slowly walks to the base of the banyan tree and stands at one end of the bridge.
It's a pregnant woman undergoing a transformation.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin immediately walked over, but unexpectedly felt a chill rising from their hearts.
The pregnant woman's face carried a sorrowful expression. She smiled faintly, turned to look at the banyan tree, and then shifted her gaze to Wu Sheng and Hang Lin, "I know you've come to find me, and I know what you want to ask."
"Why are you doing this?" Wu Sheng asked the question directly from the bottom of his heart.
A tear slid through the eyes of the pregnant woman, shaking her head, "I want revenge."
"Retaliate against whom?" Hang Lin she continued to ask.
"Retaliate against those who have disrupted my peaceful life. You don't understand, I once had a home, but now I have nothing." Her voice gradually became low, and the air seemed to grow heavy along with it.
"You... which incarnation of The Immortal in the Painting are you? Hang Lin's gaze turned cold."
pregnant woman said slowly, "Doppelganger? No, I am the soul of his family, The Immortal in the Painting Liang Jing. In order for his family to be reborn, he made a deal with a monster, so we became a part of him."
Wu Sheng was first surprised, never thought that Liang Jing's family had not been reincarnated, then asked, "Why do you keep being reborn? Are you seeking revenge on someone?"
pregnant woman said in a heavy tone, "I don't know why I keep being reborn, but I know that as long as there are people with evil intentions towards me, they should be killed! I cannot tolerate those who have evil intentions towards me; they should not exist in this world."
"What makes you so determined?" Wu Sheng flashed a cold light in his eyes.
The pregnant woman slowly stood up and walked to an ancient scroll hanging on a tree. She gently touched the painting, as if trying to draw some strength from it.
"My loved ones were betrayed to death by a group of villains. If I don't seek revenge, how can I ever do right by them?" Her voice was low, but filled with determination.
Hang Lin and Wu Sheng exchanged a glance, seeing the worry in each other's eyes.
"But this endless cycle of revenge will never bring true peace to the soul," Wu Sheng said.
"You don't understand!" She transform revealed a hint of helplessness and sadness in her eyes, "What I've been through, how could you understand?"
"If we could understand, maybe we could help you solve the problem." Wu Sheng spoke gently but firmly.
Hang Lin Lowering my head in contemplation, I asked, "Can you reveal the story behind you?"
The smile of the pregnant woman disappeared, and she slowly spoke, holding her arms tightly around her abdomen, a tear flashing in her eyes. "My name is Fan Yao. I used to be an ordinary woman, living a quiet and fulfilling life. My husband is a reliable and bookish weakling. Although our life was not wealthy, we were both content. Then, suddenly everything changed.
"After my husband returned to the capital after taking an exam, he encountered a corrupt official who falsely accused him of theft."
"Later, he was arrested and imprisoned."
"Three months pregnant, I hurriedly carried his paintings to the capital in an attempt to sell them to raise money to rescue my husband. However, during one of the sales, I encountered malicious individuals who not only robbed me of my money but also subjected me to humiliation. As a result, I lost the child. Unable to bear the shame, I ended my own life under a large banyan tree."
"My world has collapsed. My dearest person has been wronged, and my unborn child has lost its life. All the pain comes from those greedy and evil people. So, after I am reborn, I will make all those who have ill intentions towards me pay the price."
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin looked at each other, feeling a shock in their hearts at the same time. Fan Yao's pain and hatred were like a sharp knife, piercing their souls.
They fell silent, feeling anger and injustice towards Fan Yao's story. Their anger was not directed at Fan Yao, but at those who had caused the destruction of her family.
"Your experience is indeed sympathetic, and we cannot say whether your actions were right or wrong. However, one person's resentment and pain should not be a reason to harm others," Wu Sheng said calmly.
"They should receive punishment for causing harm," Fan Yao sneered.
"There is a boundary between punishing wrongdoers and disrupting the balance of the whole society. We are here to find that boundary," Hang Lin added solemnly, taking a deep breath.
Fan Yao slowly put down the paintbrush in his hand, his eyes sharp as swords staring at Hang Lin, "If finding that boundary can give my family life, I am willing. But if it requires me to give up seeking revenge for them, that is impossible."
Wu Sheng also walked over, gazing at Fan Yao and said, "But continuously seeking revenge will instill fear in people's hearts. It will make the whole society even more unstable."
"Unstable? This society is already a big unfair stage. If I can punish all of this and let people make their own choices, then why not?" Fan Yao's trembling voice revealed the deep-seated resentment and unwillingness.
Hang Lin and Wu Sheng exchanged a glance, both seeing the hesitation and unease in each other's eyes. Finally, Hang Lin spoke.
"Perhaps we can find a compromise that will bring peace to your family and also protect the balance of this society."
Fan Yao smiled, but the smile was filled with pain and sarcasm. "Compromise? Do you really think there's still a possibility for compromise in all of this?"
Wu Sheng walked slowly up to Fan Yao and said firmly, "But this kind of retaliation will harm more innocent people."
"Innocent? Hmph, I have never harmed a truly innocent person in my entire life."
"Even so, you were still controlled by that demonic power, and that's not right," Wu Sheng continued.
Fan Yao A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "In that case, do you have any way to help me get rid of this so-called demonic power?"
"We will find a way, but first, you must stop seeking revenge," Wu Sheng declared solemnly.
Fan Yao took a deep breath and gradually relaxed the tightly held white bone hairpin in his hand, looking at Wu Sheng and Hang Lin, a barely perceptible sense of gratitude flashing in his eyes.
"I didn't want to do this, but sometimes, revenge seems to be the only way to quiet my mind."
Hang Lin Walking forward, pregnant woman handed a jade bi to pregnant woman and said, "This is the Qiankun Jade Bi, which can temporarily seal your power and prevent you from being affected by that evil force."
Fan Yao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted the jade bi and placed it on her abdomen. Then, a golden light shot out from the jade bi, instantly illuminating the entire room. Her body visibly relaxed, as if a great burden had been lifted.
"We will find that monster and give you and your family a fair resolution." Wu Sheng guaranteed.
"What should I do now?" Fan Yao asked.
"You just need to stay here, we will take care of everything," Hang Lin replied.
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew through, and the surrounding candles suddenly extinguished. A chilling voice echoed in the cramped space.
"None of you can stop me."
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin immediately became alert, gathering their celestial powers in their palms. Hang Lin gritted their teeth and made a decision.
" Wu Sheng, it seems that the sound is coming from an evil demon. Let's take care of it here once and for all!"
Wu Sheng nodded, and then the two of them joined forces to release a fairy aura surrounding the three of them, attempting to resist the owner of that eerie voice.
Suddenly, the eerie voice became sharp and piercing, as if coming from the depths of hell. Then, a blurry figure appeared in front of them.
"You can't stop me, because I am the resentment deep inside your hearts."
Hang Lin The tense expression suddenly relaxed, "In that case, we'll let you experience what true power is!"
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin shouted at the same time, releasing the gathered immortal power in their hands, blasting it towards the blurry figure. A dazzling light illuminated the entire space, causing the blurry figure to disappear without a trace in the light.
Fan Yao remained silent, watching all of this. He knew that his choice was imminent: to continue indulging in hatred and pain, or to accept the olive branch extended by the two immortals before him and seek another path.
Suddenly, a blurry figure rapidly approached, like an unstable fluctuation in the night. In an instant, this blurry shadow seemed to penetrate countless layers of mist, tightly attaching itself to Fan Yao's body.
"Huh, what is this?" Wu Sheng felt a chill, a hint of unease flashing in their eyes, while Hang Lin also tensed their body at that moment.
Fan Yao's body trembled, his face twisted, and a different kind of aura suddenly burst out. There seemed to be a flash of red light in his eyes, and then it disappeared instantly.
"Don't let him control you, Fan Yao!" Hang Lin shouted anxiously, preparing to take action.
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