coobybook Chapter 393 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [69]
Chapter 393 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [69]
Until dawn, in this spring night, the gloomy omens finally transformed into a continuous drizzle. It fell between the clouds and the Bodhi tree, sometimes urgent, sometimes gentle. When the sky began to lighten, the raindrops hanging from the eaves fell into the lingering mist, floating like a faint fragrance.
Thus, the pain brought about by burning heart was silently dispelled.
The meditation room remained silent all night. The figures by the window still sat facing each other, one like a Buddha meditating with eyes closed, the other like a leaf falling in the rain, swaying precariously.
As the breeze blew in, before Shiga could even open his eyes, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder as something soft fell down.
He was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes with a flutter of his long eyelashes. He saw that Jiang Xiyu had already fallen into his arms, surrounded by a faint Buddhist light that appeared after the merit entered his body. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, as if he was entangled in an inescapable sorrow.
Shiga lowered his eyes and gazed quietly at Jiang Xiyu, his body motionless.
At that moment, he could clearly feel the breath of the person in his arms and the warmth of the place where they were touching.
The backlash and divine punishment caused his golden body and magical power to dissipate in the long night, but also granted him the five senses and warmth of a mortal.
At such close range, the cool temple incense and the faint fragrance intertwined and permeated the air. After a moment, the fragrance faded away, and the body in her arms slipped limply to the ground.
Shigawei raised his arm and pulled him into his embrace.
Jiang Xiyu bent his neck slightly and, following Shijia's force, buried his head deep into Shijia's neck.
Shijia knew that Jiang Xiyu would fall into a deep sleep after absorbing merit each time, because it would be easier for the merit to circulate through his limbs and bones and merge with his marrow after he fell asleep.
The only reason he didn't fall asleep last time at Tide Ridge was because there were many demons there, and he was no different from a mortal, so he endured it for his own safety.
Now that I am in Cibei Temple, no evil spirits dare to enter.
He didn't need to force himself, which is why he collapsed onto himself so unexpectedly.
Shiga slid the bead in his hand to his wrist, reached out to grab Jiang Xiyu's hand, gently brushed aside his sleeve, and took his pulse.
But when Shiga touched Jiang Xiyu's burning hot skin, he was taken aback.
His merits nearly filled Jiang Xiyu's entire body. In addition, Jiang Xiyu's body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, so it was as if there was lava flowing in his meridians and blood.
At such a temperature, Shiga's icy fingertips inexplicably became warm after only a moment.
Shiga examined Jiang Xiyu carefully for a while and, seeing that Jiang Xiyu had no other abnormalities except for a slightly elevated body temperature, withdrew his hand.
But as he stopped, his gaze fell upon the sorrow in Jiang Xiyu's eyes.
Shiga's hand, which was resting on his wrist, paused for a moment. After a short while, he lowered his eyes, his slender fingers curled slightly, and then, as if possessed, he moved closer to Jiang Xiyu's eyes and brows, wanting to dispel the strand of sorrow in him.
Suddenly, the ancient temple bell rang out, its sound echoing and startling the Bodhi tree. Fallen leaves drifted in on the breeze and landed on the windowsill of the meditation room.
Jiang Xiyu's brows inexplicably relaxed, his face became serene, and the shadow that had lingered on his face finally dissipated.
Shiga looked away, his gaze lingering briefly on a Bodhi leaf that had drifted down by, before calmly looking out the window again, seemingly looking at something else.
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At the same time, in the demon world.
The Demon Emperor's Palace was filled with incense and draped in layers of gauze curtains.
Suddenly, a suppressed groan broke the silence in the hall.
The sound was very soft and hard to suppress, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Even though the sound was short, it still couldn't hide the trembling and pain in his voice.
Having been punished by the heavens, Yuejia was clearly no longer as peaceful as Shijia.
The burning pain he suffered was three times that of Shiga, simply because he was the one who created the evil thought. No matter how he resisted, there was nowhere to relieve such pain. His heart was burned and tormented by the flames all night long, and even at dawn, the lingering pain had not completely dissipated.
Yuejia suddenly clutched his chest and coughed up blood. He then lost control and tumbled off the jade platform. The layers of light gauze, like clouds, were stained with his blood, like the blooming of spider lilies, eerily red and alluring.
The rain on the lotus platform stopped abruptly. Yuejia lay on the edge of the platform, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably from the pain. His long hair fell down with his trembling shoulders, some sticking to his face, some sliding into the pool like silk, reflecting his pale face on the water. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot, his red pupils as if filled with blood.
His heart felt like it was being burned by karmic fire. Yuejia gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles spasming. He closed his eyes and immediately swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throat.
This divine retribution came unexpectedly.
Yuejia had planned everything, but she never expected that the Heavenly Dao would intervene.
However, Shiga would suffer a backlash from the merit entering his body. He should have realized this long ago. In the human world, all of this was done by the Heavenly Way to maintain balance.
Yuejia endured this long and torturous night with great effort.
Upon hearing his uncontrollable groan of pain, the demon servants outside, fearing something might happen to him, quickly asked, "Your Highness, are you alright?"
Yuejia was already speechless. He casually wiped the blood from his lips and made a move to get up.
After several unsuccessful attempts, he began to hate this useless mortal body.
The demon servant, having received no response for a long time, assumed something terrible had happened to him and took it upon himself to open the palace door and enter.
The sunlight from outside entered with him.
After the draped veil was lifted, the light and shadow illuminated Yuejia's pale face, making it appear bloodless and as white as paper.
The demon servant's eyes widened in shock upon seeing the disheveled scene at the lotus pond.
The once holy and serene Empress was now lying on the ground, covered in blood. What was most terrifying was that when she looked up, her eerie red eyes seemed to be filled with blood, and the blood color was spreading as if it would completely occupy her pupils.
His face resembled that of a compassionate bodhisattva, yet the scene before him was like a statue of a deity collapsing, transforming into a hellish demon, causing inexplicable fear and panic.
The demon servant subconsciously took two steps back, then froze in place.
She couldn't understand how a mere mortal like the Demon Queen could display such a terrifying appearance.
She wanted to run, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.