Chapter 18: The Queen Mother's Curse

That night the wind in the white bone cave was very strong, really big, the wind was not the southeast and northwest wind, nor the wind of smoked Jinshuo, nor the wind outside the sky, but the wind of nothingness, this wind blew from the fontanelle into the six intestines, through the dantian, through the nine orifices, straight into the place of the life, the soul belongs, destroys the human body, and urges people's lives.

The wind of nothingness is one of the three calamities on the path of cultivation.

Shi Ji was blown away by the wind of nothingness and blew away the Dao body.

When she woke up, Shi Ji was already gone, she was sitting alone in the white bone cave between thousands of white bones, she didn't know how she came here, and she didn't know where she was, she had already been frightened by the endless white bones, her soul was not possessed, her already weak poor soul was frightened by this, and it didn't become, it was like smoke.

Shi Ji's body was blown and broken by the strong wind, and the soul was barely able to recuperate, and her soul entered this body, just like a broken house in the wind, flickering and dimming, and it would be extinguished at any time.

She felt her spirit weaken all the time, her consciousness gradually drifted away from her, she felt herself float up, away from this broken but still warm and alive body.

When she thought she was going to go with the wind, a golden light fell from the sky, the golden light fixed her soul that was about to dissipate, she returned to consciousness, and looked up, a fairy in green clothes was smiling at her with a golden book, and the smile was extremely clean and beautiful.

The fairy in Tsing Yi opened the golden book and said solemnly: "The fairy of the white bone cave stone rock in Skull Mountain, 13,600 years old took off the stone fetus and turned into a human, 800 years of penance to cross the thunder and rob into the ground steps, 500 years of practice to cross the void wind disaster to achieve the heavenly level, today's list of the queen mother's golden book." ”

The fairy closed the golden book in her hand and congratulated Shiji Jishou and said: "Shiji Daoyou Daoist has achieved success, congratulations, Daoist friends need to know, all female fairies need to go to West Kunlun to worship the Queen Mother, please come with me." ”

Shi Ji followed the fairy in green clothes to the clouds in a daze, at this time it was full of stars, Shi Ji looked up at Zhou Tian Xingchen, only to feel that the stars were passing very fast, she seemed to be flying, Shi Ji lowered her head, only to find that it was not her flying, but the big bird was flying, and a big cyan bird carried her to fly very fast.

They walked through the clouds, I don't know how long they flew, the big bird landed on a sacred mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, and the big bird fell into the fairy in green clothes who read out the golden book, and the fairy smiled at Shi Ji and said: "I am the blue bird who received the messenger under the seat of the Queen Mother of the West, and the Taoist friends of Shi Ji please come with me." ”

Shi Ji nodded slightly, thanked him, and followed, she was not the slightest surprised to hear the name of the Queen Mother of the West, she was now in a state of extreme calm that did not like things and did not feel sorry for herself, perhaps because she had died again and again.

The blue bird messenger is in front, Shi Ji follows, the two of them embarked on a stone step path that winds like a dragon pan mountain into the clouds, the stone steps are very ordinary, made of blue-gray stone, the height is bumpy, this is a long bizarre stone path, Shi Ji does not know how long this stone path is, and how many stone steps, anyway, she walked most of the night is still on the stone steps, and when she looks back, she only sees clouds and mist, there is no circuit, and the future is endless and bleak.

When she took the last step, she didn't know that it was the last step, because there was still a long path in front of her, countless stone steps, she stepped into a place filled with water and gas, seeing flowers in the fog, the fairy aura was misty, the golden glow was swirling, and on the edge of a pool of luxurious golden lotus stood a woman in gray linen, the woman had a hair combed in a bun, and a green wood hairpin, and her dress was extremely simple.

The woman didn't look back, she looked at a pool of golden lotus and asked, "Little friend Shiji, is cultivation bitter?"

Her voice was as warm as a spring breeze, as if the elders were asking the juniors, Shi Ji shook her head first, and then nodded, she didn't cultivate the Tao, and she didn't know the joys and sorrows, she hesitated for a moment before replying: "I don't know either." ”

Shi Ji's answer seemed to be a little unexpected by the woman, she paused and asked, "Were you tired of walking that part of the road just now?"

It's simple, Shi Ji has experienced it all the way, she nodded, and replied, "Tired." ”

The woman nodded slightly, and said, "You have climbed 14,900 stone steps before you have come here, and it has taken nearly 15,000 years to come to this point, do you regret it?"

Shi Ji didn't rush to answer this time, she was thinking about her who had passed away, this question should be answered by her, but the 15,000 years of persistence finally disappeared, did she regret it? Shi Ji thought for a while before thinking clearly, she raised her head and replied on her behalf: "No regrets, even if the catastrophe is not recovered and the soul is scattered, there is no regret." ”

If she regrets, she will not regret it, and if she regrets it, will her persistence and efforts in 15,000 years from an ignorant stone to a human being be completely denied, she will not regret it, and she will never regret it.

"No regrets, it's a catastrophe...... No regrets, what a soul...... No regrets! Poor people are not as good as Taoist friends. ”

The woman turned around, she smiled and said to Shi Ji: "You are very similar to one of my daughters, her name is Xuannu, she has average qualifications, but she never slackens. ”

Shi Ji's eyes suddenly blurred, as if she saw her mother, who would always smile and talk to her like this, her tears dripping and flowing.

The woman walked up to her, handed her a handkerchief, and said worriedly, "Don't cry, don't cry, your spirit is already weak, and if you cry again, it will be gone." ”

Shi Ji heard that the tears were even more like bursting the embankment, no matter how she couldn't stop it, everything that happened tonight was already beyond her bearing, she was panicked in the middle of the night, her heart was haggard, and she almost died several times, in fact, she had already collapsed and even numb, and she only came back to life at this time.

The woman sighed and said slowly: "There are always thousands of difficulties and hardships in cultivation, and the Dao heart is not bitter if it is grinded, and the poor Dao has been in charge of the golden book for 30,000 years. ”

"Poor Dao often thinks, the reason why this world is more difficult for our female cultivators is probably because this flood is opened by Pangu, so the unrighteous man can be favored by heaven and earth to cultivate smoothly, while the sentimental infatuated woman is full of obstacles, if this flood is opened by the poor Dao, then the result will be different, I and other women will be able to have fewer disasters and fewer difficulties, above men. ”

Shi Ji was stunned for a while when he heard this, this idea was too strange and too bold, and the Queen Mother of the West actually had the ambition to open up the world and reverse the world.

"Mother, you will succeed. ”

The Queen Mother of the West smiled: "Little Daoyou is still the first person to identify with the poor Dao so much, but unfortunately the poor Dao does not have the great mana like Pangu, and even the people who want to protect can't protect it...... Shiji Daoist you are the last female fairy to meet Poor Dao, and after you leave, Poor Dao will send someone to send this golden book to Heaven and close the mountain to retreat. ”

"Isn't the Queen Mother's Golden Book yours, why do you want to give it away?" Shi Ji asked suspiciously.

The Queen Mother of the West said bitterly: "After the fall of the Eastern Prince, the poor road was cold, thinking that he had worked hard for 30,000 years to sort out the desolate land, and the merits obtained were immeasurable, so many heaven and earth merits could not escape death, people died, what is the use of merit, the poor road is understood, the way of heaven is smooth, the time and the situation are changing, the poor road and the eastern prince should give way, if they do not retreat, the poor road under the way of heaven may not escape the catastrophe." ”

At this moment, the blue bird came over, and she reminded softly: "Niangniang, it's almost dawn, I should send Shiji Daoyou back." ”

The Queen Mother of the West looked up at the sky, it was indeed not early, she looked at Shi Ji and said worriedly: "Shiji Xiaoyou was blown away by the wind and scattered ninety percent of the soul, but now it is difficult to survive for a long time, there is a queen mother mantra here in the poor road, this spell has the power of fixing the soul and nourishing the gods, the poor road is now passing on to you, I hope that the Taoist friend will get rid of this misfortune as soon as possible and rebuild the road." ”

......

Everything was like a dream, except for a mantra of the Queen Mother, a handkerchief that had never left her body for two hundred and fifty years, and for the first ten years after waking up from the dream, her body was stiff and unable to move, and she recited the mantra twelve hours a day, day and night......

For more than 250 years, she has not practiced for a day, one is that the Dao body is damaged and cannot practice, and the other is that she is not able to practice, in two hundred and fifty years, she has been playing the qin in addition to chanting mantras, and unconsciously the Tao has gradually deepened into Taiyi, but the cultivation has not advanced but retreated.