Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty-Six

Xiangsi sat in the water with her knees hugged, unable to escape, and no longer afraid. Chong Jie waded in front of her, and slightly bent down. Xiangsi didn't dodge, and let him lift his jaw. There was no expression on his face, and he said lightly: "Do you know that you have committed an unforgivable crime." Looking at him, Xiangsi felt that the person in front of her was infinitely hateful, but also infinitely pitiful and pathetic: "The one who is wrong is you." Chong Jie closed his eyes lightly, as if he was using that short time to calm down his anger, and he said word by word: "Killing you thousands of times, I can't beat your crime."

This time, there was no excitement or frenzy in his voice, and he appeared extremely calm.It's just that this calmness is soaked in a gloomy killing intent, piercing every inch of Acacia's skin like needles. Acacia couldn't help trembling. Chong Jie slowly opened his eyes, his eyes fell on her face, and a sneer that was both very familiar and strange gradually appeared: "Three days later, it will be my birthday. You must make the Brahma statue for me on that day. " "Otherwise, your life will be worse than death." His voice was very soft, and he didn't deliberately threaten, as if he was only stating a fact.However, Sen Leng's murderous intent had already diffused like mist along with his sharpening gaze, condensing the entire pool into ice.

Xiangsi felt the biting cold, but there was no fear in her eyes. She shook her head: "I can't do it. No matter how hard you try, they will split again. This is simply a scam. Don't be obsessed with it..." "That's because you're not pious enough!" Chong Jie interrupted her with a roar. Xiangsi gently turned her face away: "Maybe you're right, I'm not pious enough...but I don't want such piousness." She closed her eyes suddenly, her voice revealed a trace of sadness and determination: "You kill me now I will." Chong Jie looked at her, his anger gradually dissipating.

He didn't speak. Because he saw determination from that gentle and beautiful face. No matter how much power is in hand, how terrible the punishment is, but when a person has nothing to fear, what else can he do to coerce her? He looked at the woman who had always trembled under his majesty, with a little surprise on her face. Gently, ice-cold applause sounded in front of her: "Very good, a gentle yet strong, persistent and fearless woman is really a rare treasure. It seems that I really underestimated you." As he spoke, Chong Jie held her chin and forcibly turned her head away: "Take a look at what this is?"

The indescribable mockery in his voice seemed as if another wonderful drama was about to be staged. A sense of ominous premonition welled up in his heart, Xiangsi suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a strand of long black hair hanging between his pale fingers, which looked particularly abrupt. Acacia froze for a moment, with deep bewilderment in her eyes. "Don't you remember?" Chong Jie sighed: "Women are really fickle. He once fought bloody battles for you, and he was alone among thousands of troops, but you actually forgot." Xiangsi couldn't help exclaiming: "Leader Yang...what did you do to him?"

With a light flick of Chong Jie's finger, the long jet black hair immediately fell loose on her face: "Not much." There was a meaningful smile in his eyes: "I just want to keep him and be with us forever. " Xiangsi heard the meaning of his words, and couldn't help being shocked. ——It turned out that the person Chong Jie mentioned in his coma, who was to be left forever, was actually Yang Yizhi. A trace of anger flashed across her gentle face: "You let him go!" Chong Jie leaned down, looked at her with a smile, and stroked her face with pale fingers: "Or, we should play a game together."

Xiangsi turned her face away in disgust, she knew what his so-called "game" meant. Chong Jie still smiled: "I originally wanted to keep him here forever, put on the most gorgeous royal robe, replace me, and rule this city forever. But seeing you, I suddenly felt that I was too selfish. He is so Yushan is handsome and graceful, and he should have wandered in the mountains and forests, continuing to be his gentleman and hermit. But I just want to keep him by my side and become a perfect doll. Isn’t this a bit violent? Maybe , I should give him a chance, and give you a chance too."

Xiangsi raised her head: "What exactly do you want?" Chongjie said: "Within three days, put together the statue of Brahma. Only the joy of Brahma's arrival can make me change my mind and let him go." Xiangsi looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "How can I trust you?" She knew that with the character of Zhongjie, the most likely ending would be to leave them underground together with the reconstructed Brahma statue. Chong Jie smiled sarcastically, and held her face lightly: "In your heart, I may be a demon with no faith. But you are the goddess of lotus flower. You are so beautiful and kind, you should try to use all these to influence I."

He stared at her, and a rippling smile faded from his eyes: "He has saved you countless times, regardless of the reason, regardless of success or failure, regardless of life or death. You can't risk being deceived by me, try Save him once?" There was deep sadness on Acacia's face, indeed, she owed him too much. Seeing her moved, his smile became even more alluring: "Even Brahma can be moved by the piety of an ascetic, let alone me?" Xiangsi bit her lip and nodded: "Okay, I'll try again." Chong Jie nodded in satisfaction, helped Xiangsi up, and walked towards the statue outside the door: "You have to figure out a way as soon as possible to become sufficiently pious."

Soon, he dragged her out of the corridor and came to the center of the palace. Chong Jie threw her into the pile of rubble, slowly stroked her face with his fingers, and said softly: "Be careful, your time is running out." The Silver Gate glowed dimly in the setting sun.A pale mask was reflected in the dim light, looking indescribably strange and terrifying. Heavy Tribulation pushed the Silver Gate open, and floated in like a ghost. In the serpentine stone prison, the chains made a crackling sound, and Yang Yizhi slowly raised his head. Without saying a word, Chong Jie untied the chain on his wrist, and led him out of the Silver Gate, and went straight to the Golden Gate.

He opened the door and entered. The bloodstains in the golden pool have disappeared, and the water waves have returned to their original cleanliness. Chong Jie pointed to a pile of white clothes beside the clear pool, and said to Yang Yizhi, "Take a bath and change clothes." It was a pile of neatly stacked white coats. The middle coat was originally one of the three kinds of clothing that practitioners usually prepare.Transliterated as Antuohui, Anhe Posuo.Also known as inner garments, underwear, five pieces of clothing, middle clothing, and middle clothing.Later, it was also widely popular in the secular world, and was used to wear next to the body or when alone in private. This middle coat does not have a complicated style, but it is extremely well cut, and the fabric is even more delicate and soft, exuding a noble and elegant light, as if it were a section of white cloud cut from the sky. Zhong Jie smiled lightly: "This is the softest silk in the world. It takes a whole year to weave each piece of silk. It was only used to worship the gods before." He glanced at Yang Yizhi: "Take a bath, and then put it on, you must move faster, there are still a lot of clothes to try." Yang Yizhi frowned: "What are you going to do?" "Don't do anything," Chong Jie leisurely picked up the hair on his chest, and played with it lightly: "In the ceremony three days later, you will wear the costume of King Asura, kneel in front of the reborn Brahma statue, and beg He gave us a blessing. This is a sacred scripture that is rare in a thousand years, so before this day comes, I must choose the most suitable clothes for you, so that you can use the most perfect side to welcome the arrival of Brahma." He looked at Yang Yizhi, with obsession and envy in his eyes, as if the perfect scene had appeared in front of his eyes: "You will be dressed in fine clothes, kneel in front of Brahma for me, and pray sincerely that he will use his omnipotent magic power to give me Brand the seal of blessing on the banner of the undead of the clan." Yang Yizhi stared at him, with a hint of sadness in his voice: "Why not yourself?" Chong Jie's eyes were instantly filled with anger. He grabbed Yang Yizhi and hissed, "Why! Are you deliberately using this question to humiliate me?" Yang Yizhi said: "No one humiliates you. Since this is your responsibility and ideal, why don't you face it yourself?" "Why?" Chong Jie repeated, and couldn't help laughing up to the sky. There was incomparable sarcasm in his laughter, but it gradually turned into despair, and it sounded more like a low cry. His voice was already hoarse, but he still didn't stop, and he laughed so hard that he couldn't even straighten his waist. After a long time, Chong Jie stopped laughing, raised his head slowly, and stared at Yang Yizhi. Suddenly, he lifted the mask off his face. Under the disheveled silver hair, there was endless sadness in his transparent eyes: "Because Brahma will not bless an ugly and cruel monster." When Yang Yizhi first saw his face under the mask, he couldn't help being startled, and was speechless for a moment. What surprised him was not the paleness and strangeness on Chong Jie's face, but the desperation and sadness on that face. He seemed to understand why he wanted to keep himself, why he wanted to put himself on the crown of Asura King, to replace him to perform the holy scriptures he had spent his life in exchange for asceticism. In order to obtain the coming of Brahma, he did not hesitate to use purgatory-like asceticism to burn up his health, years, appearance, and all virtues, and turned into a monster curled up in the ground, full of hatred and sorrow. However, when Brahma was finally moved by his piety and came down again, he no longer had the courage to stand before God. He has deeply disgusted his withered body and rotten soul. How sad this is. With a light snap, the mask has returned to Chong Jie's face. His pupils slowly contracted, covering all the trembling, fear, and cowardice just now.His voice has become cold again: "If you succeed, I will let her go. If not, you will die." After saying that, he turned and stepped out the door. With a bang, the door was slammed shut by him. Yang Yizhi stood quietly beside the clear pool, hesitated for a long time, finally sighed, and picked up the pile of clothes. The golden city gate opened again. A ray of sunset light cast from the city gate, illuminating the dim corridor with a ray of light. Yang Yizhi, dressed in white and barefoot, with long hair hanging down, stood in the faint twilight. There is no extra decoration in the jacket, it is just a long dress, which is casually draped over the body, but precisely in this casualness and simplicity, the most precise tailoring is implied.The soft pleats were like flowing water, hanging down along his slender figure, revealing the lofty Qinghua like the bright moon. His long black hair was still wet, hanging on his white clothes that were as clear as the moon, revealing an indescribable idleness, he looked like those famous Wei and Jin scholars who wandered out in the mountains and forests at sunset.Although the clothes are not in order, there is a kind of relaxed wind spirit. Chong Jie stared at him for a long time. Envy, jealousy, admiration, and obsession rose alternately in his eyes, like a tangled mess, stirring his originally transparent and dust-free eyes into chaos. He closed his eyes suddenly, as if trying to calm down his emotions.After a long time, he said softly: "Very good, it really didn't disappoint me." Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "Can we start?" Chong Jie nodded and pointed to the gate of the Black Iron City. Yang Yizhi pushed the door open and entered. A burst of gorgeous pearl light rushed towards the face, almost dazzled people's eyes. It was a huge treasury, a treasury of hidden treasures. Perhaps all the treasures have been transferred here since the Sanlian City was broken, and all the treasures they collected were gathered here when the Asura kings of later generations cherished the dream of rebuilding the glory. That is a moment of wealth unimaginable by any king. It is conceivable how much the Asura kings hope to see them shining in the sun, redecorating the glory of the three cities of gold, silver and iron.But now, they are all covered by thousands of years of dust. Every piece of treasure has never been touched since it was placed here, because the deep hope has never had a chance to be realized.But the light of the treasure cannot be blocked.They are in the dim ground, counting the lonely time, just like the short and sad life of each generation of Asura kings. These treasures include treasures from every age, scrolls, jade, gold and silver, precious stones, all-encompassing, and the styles are very different, not only from the Central Plains, but also from Persia, India, Tatar, Siam, and even It is an exotic treasure from the far west.And the most of them are those huge ancient spirit treasures with simple carvings but extremely clumsy. These almost fill the entire treasure house. An elephant carved from a whole piece of jade stands in the center of the treasure house. The whole body of the jade is jade white, like congealed suet, extremely warm and soft, revealing a very clear color in the dim light.The elephant is several feet tall, and such a huge jade is rare in the world. The elephant is carved so mighty and lifelike, as if it was handed by ghosts and gods. In an instant, it will roar and wake up. There are seven layers of huge lotus platforms on the elephant's body, on which are placed countless monsters carved from various kinds of jade. Each monster carries a lotus platform on its back, and a god sits on the lotus platform.There are thousands of gods, and there are thousands of lotus platforms, which make people dizzy and solemn.The treasures collected by the Asura kings were held in the hands of these gods, and the rest were hung on the tall body of the jade elephant, and the larger ones were piled up on the ground. Every piece of treasure here, if left in the world, will make the world feel shocked, and instantly achieve the wealth of the enemy country. Chong Jie didn't even look at these treasures, his eyes fell on the seven exquisite wooden boxes placed under the elephant's feet. The wooden box is very tall, and the whole body is carved with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars, and the patterns are inlaid with various gemstones.The lids of the boxes have all been opened, and the dazzling silver light overflows from these wooden boxes, looking noble and solemn, as if the sunshine from heaven, which makes people dare not feel any blasphemy.Against their background, the surrounding colorful treasure lights suddenly looked gaudy and gloomy. He raised his sleeves and pointed to the wooden box: "These are the seven sets of dresses of King Asura. The clothes for war, the clothes for sacrifices, the clothes for banquets, the clothes for asceticism, the clothes for pleasure, the clothes for administrators, and the clothes for crowns. You must Try them all to find the perfect one." Yang Yizhi looked at those huge wooden boxes. Every dress was extremely complicated. From the inside to the outside, it was divided into dozens of parts, and there were countless accessories and jewelry. His smile was a little bitter. It's child's play to put on all these cumbersome costumes. But when this game is related to Xiangsi's life and death, he also has to play with him. He sighed, and said, "Which set do we start with?" He was about to bend down to pick up some clothes in a box, when suddenly, a icy cold air brushed past him, the acupuncture points on the back of his neck went numb, and his breath suddenly stagnated. Completely unable to move. Yang Yizhi couldn't help smiling wryly, he had already noticed it when Chong Jie's figure just moved. However, although his power of insight remained the same, his physical skills were no longer the same as before, and he was completely unable to avoid this ghostly attack. If his martial arts were still there, how could he be so easily restrained? Yang Yizhi sneered: "Why do you need to do anything unnecessary, the princess is already a perfect threat in your hands." Chong Jie slowly withdrew his hand, and said slightly: "Do you think I am afraid that you will escape? Or resist?" He shook his head, staring at Yang Yizhi with a childlike tenderness in his eyes: "I did this just to enjoy the fun better - you are just a perfect puppet, I will dress it up myself." Yang Yizhi was speechless. For him, this was a humiliation that was more unbearable than torture. Chong Jie carefully took out a pair of shining silver armor from the first wooden box. This is an armor made of pure silver, but it is not ordinary silver, but white mithril dripped from the dew condensed from the lotus under the seat when Brahma was born.When Brahma promised to bless King Asura, he personally handed it over to this war clan.Afterwards, the Furnace of Asura in the Asura Clan has been casting for a whole thousand years before creating this suit of battle armor.It is said that when this battle armor was born, Zhou Tian was shocked by it, and thousands of gods showed fear in their eyes. King Asura relied on this armor to almost rule the world undefeated. Therefore, this armor is called "Eternity of the Sky". The gemstones of seven colors are inlaid on the armor, which indicates that the armor carries the seven blessings of Brahma. The silver helmet was cast into a huge peacock, with its wings spread out, hanging on its shoulders, and its slender colorful tail feathers hanging down to protect its ankles.The tail feathers are covered with colorful gemstones, and each gemstone is a kind of power.That is the trust of thousands of courtiers of the Asura clan in the king, and it is the blessing of faith. Two huge and delicate shoulder armors are on both sides of the armor. They are two lotus flowers, each lotus petal has been struck 30 million times, which is enough to block any powerful attack.Each lotus blooms reverently on the shoulder armor, symbolizing mercy for every kill.For the blessing of mercy. A vast expanse of sea waves is permanently cast on mithril, forming the main body of this suit of armor - the breastplate of the sea.The sea is the source of all power, so before the Asura clan cast this armor, 3,000 Asura warriors voluntarily sacrificed themselves in the sea to absorb the power of the sea into the mithril before forging it.Contained in this set of armor is the most ancient and simple power in the entire universe, and it is the blessing of power. Under the breastplate was a wide belt, and in the middle of the belt was a huge lion's head, ferocious and lifelike.It is said that this is the king of Ashura who personally entered the demon realm, fought the most ferocious demon lion, and combined his heart with mithril to cast this belt.This symbolizes the fearless bravery and might of Asura King, and is the blessing of bravery. A majestic mountain split in two forms the skirt of this armor.That is Mount Gang Rinpoche, the holy mountain where the gods live. The mithril forged for thousands of years is like the snow on the top of the holy mountain, facing the world proudly and calmly. The world will not fall, and this mountain will not fall, which symbolizes King Shura's unbeatable kingship is the blessing of majesty. There are also two knee pads tied to the leg armor, and a huge bodhi tree is carved on each knee pad. The stars in the sky are the leaves of the tree, which symbolizes that all thoughts in the world are like these stars, and all of them come from Asura. The king's heart is for the blessing of wisdom. In the end, there are two combat boots, but they are extremely refined, and there are almost no carvings that can be seen, but what are locked in the middle are the four elements that make up this world, earth, water, fire, and wind.It symbolizes that King Ashura can control the whole world, which is the blessing of eternity. With the movement of heavy robbery, the peacock battle helmet, lotus shoulder pads, sea breastplate, lion armor belt, sacred mountain armor skirt, Bodhi knee armor... were unfolded one by one and laid on the ground. Then, he picked them up one by one very seriously, gently brushed off the invisible dust on them, and put them on Yang Yizhi's body one by one. His expression is focused and gentle, like a child who is completely addicted to the joy of dressing up a doll. In front of this motionless doll, his love and pity that had been dusty for a long time spewed out uncontrollably, and under the water of loneliness all year round, it became so strong and unforgettable. The silver light of Shura's battle armor was shining, and at a certain moment, his soul seemed to be separated from his body, and what he was dressing up was no longer a doll, but another self. A perfect self. All his unrealized dreams, his final imagination of beauty, are pinned on those gorgeous clothes.In his meticulous movements, he became touchable. Finally, he inserted Yang Yizhi's battle helmet into the last decoration.This extremely majestic and brilliant armor, which seemed to be matched only by gods, was completely worn on Yang Yizhi's body. They are finally no longer the cold ice at the bottom of the sleeping box under the touch of my fingers, but on the man in front of me, showing the majesty like a god. Chong Jie looked up at Yang Yizhi.At that moment, layers of tears flashed in his eyes, and his breathing stopped.He stepped back, almost having the urge to kneel at his feet and worship devoutly. The silver light shines like a bright moon in full bloom, which has been hanging in the sky since ancient times. However, this ray of light is as beautiful as the heavens and the earth. Although it is unattainable, it is not eye-catching. It is a kind of inclusive and quiet beauty, neither squeezing the brilliance of all things, nor showing the insignificance of others. No matter how outstanding Fenghua is, she is like a bright moon, not only shining on herself, but also illuminating others. Just like Yang Yizhi himself. Under his light, no matter how mediocre, ugly, and mediocre people are, they can recall the light in their hearts, and feel that they are gradually becoming like him, beautiful, noble, and beyond the world. As a result, the awe and admiration of the heavy robbery gradually faded in this changing light. At that moment, Yang Yizhi was no longer an untouchable god, but himself. At that moment, he seemed to share in all his glory, splendor, and virtue. All ugliness, cruelty, darkness, and cowardice are far away from him. He seemed to be himself. Handsome and majestic, graceful, standing in the most brilliant light between heaven and earth. Become an invincible king who conquers all directions. Chong Jie knelt on the ground, weeping with joy. That was the Asura King in his dream. Also myself.