Chapter 21: White Bones Watching Red Makeup

  Zhu Dachang was a man of action, and upon hearing the heavenly music, he lifted his leg and was about to step inside.

  "Master Zhu asked him to stay a while longer, and said that there were people in the front building who would attend to him."

  Zhu Daichang smiled awkwardly and waved his hand towards Liangshan, saying: "Shan Bo, go ahead and find out some news about your wife."

  The woman inside said: "What is Young Master Liang doing still standing at the gate?"

  In front of the door was a bead curtain, and when he glanced over, he saw that the person was half-hidden and half-revealed. Liangshan roughly guessed Zhu Dachang's intention, and at this time, he was still lingering in the brothel, his reputation would be completely ruined. Liangshan slightly furrowed his brow, raised his hand to lift the curtain, and walked into the room with his head held high.

  The room has a bamboo floor, with two walls hanging what seems to be famous paintings of mountains and rivers. Below the painting is an ancient zither, next to which is a wooden frame holding a small incense burner, from which a faint wisp of smoke is rising, filling the air with a refreshing scent. On the right hand side is a screen, carved with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, exuding an elegant charm. Behind the screen stands a high bed, partially hidden by curtains embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, gently swaying. In the center of the room is a reclining chair, upon which sits a beautiful young woman with a high bun, bright eyes, and white teeth, lounging lazily in a half-reclined position.

  Liáng Shān bowed his hands and said: "I've met Huā Mèi sister."

  "Has your family's daughter ever compared to me?" Flower Sister's voice was as gentle as a swallow's chirp.

  "Flower Maiden has a message, can you tell me about my wife's news?" Liangshan was cautious in his heart and regretted coming here.

  "If two people are meant to be together for a long time, how can they be together every morning and evening?" Hua Mei sister recited leisurely, "This sentence is the ultimate expression of the emotions between men and women in the world. I invited you here, sir, just to ask you to compose a poem for me." As she spoke, Hua Mei got out of bed and was about to curtsy deeply.

  Liáng Shān instinctively went to support him, and just as he was about to touch him, he quickly withdrew his hand, saying: "I will certainly do my best."

  Hua Mei's sister stretched out her arms, shook her water sleeves and said: "I'd like to dance for you, to make you smile." After speaking, she didn't wait for Liangshan to respond, but jumped up and started dancing.

  After a while, Hua Mei's dance came to an end...

  "Come on, I'll take you out for a walk. It's too boring staying in the room alone." Ma Wencai said softly outside the door.

  "It's late at night, Master Ma, please go back."

  "Liáng Shān Bó came today, doesn't Miss Zhū want to go see him?"

  After a while, the door opened and revealed a beautiful face. Ma Wencai's heart was on fire as he said: "Since Liangshan Bo has arrived, let's go see him, Guniang. Whatever needs to be said can be discussed openly."

  "What do you want me to say?" Zong Qingyun said coldly. Although Zong Qingyun's thoughts were simple, Ma Wencai had been coming to "visit" her every day for the past few days, clearly with ill intentions.

  "We all thought that Zhu Yingtai was not worthy of him, but Liang Shanbo's behavior was despicable and unscrupulous..."

  "Shut up!"

  Ma Wencai smiled slightly and said, "It's wrong to talk about others behind their backs. I'll take you to see Liang Shanbo, so that no one can accuse the Ma family of being unkind." Although Zhu Yingtai spoke harshly to him, Ma Wencai didn't mind.

  Ma Wenzai led the way in front, followed by two guards behind him. Unbeknownst to them, a master of the Xiantian Sect was secretly following, his presence concealed, but Zhu Qingyun could sense his existence.

  Majia Fortress, apart from Yin Shangzi's old way, Zhu Qingyun asked herself that she had no opponent, and she thought she could leave at any time. However, she couldn't leave, because once she left, Xiaoniu Mountain would be implicated.

  These days, staying in the core area of Qingyulou, Zhu Liyun has gained some insight. The ancestral spirits of the Ma family and the symbol of worldly power, the Ma family seal, have formed an invisible restraint on her. Of course, Zhu Liyun can also break free from it.

  In the past, Zhu Qingyun mourned his filial piety period and saw that the villagers were poor and struggling, selling their sons and daughters. He pitied them in his heart and thus stole from rich families at night. Zhu Qingyun did not regret it, one person does something and one person bears the consequences, this is the cause and effect.

  The cultivator is most afraid of inadvertently incurring karma, and if it is not repaid, it will inevitably form a difficult pass on the path of cultivation. Therefore, ancient cultivators were often solitary figures with no attachments or entanglements. Those who had parents, wives, children, and homes would have to obtain their family's consent and make a vow before embarking on this path. This is the fundamental difference between cultivators and those who practice specific techniques. Practicing techniques means cultivating certain types of skills, often by making vows such as "heavenly deficiency and earthly insufficiency" or other forms of payment, which can lead to rapid success.

  Wishing Qingyun to be filial during the mourning period, to understand thoroughly that life and death are like morning and evening, to have a firm mind, and to marry Liangshan is to repay karma. Originally as clear and calm as a deep pool, without any entanglements, but now there is a subtle "red thread" in her heart.

  Wishing Qingyun a deep and solid foundation, yet not surprising or afraid, letting things be as they are, everything follows the heart. Ma Wencai suddenly wanted to take her to meet her husband, although she felt strange, but was happy and excited, wondering if her husband had eaten the red fruit?

  I hope Qingyun has no experience, otherwise, if Zhu Guo hadn't been so careless and didn't thoroughly purify his mind and body, he would have died from eating it, or at least lost a layer of skin. This is also the disadvantage of being a loose cultivator like Qingyun who hasn't undergone systematic learning.

  It wasn't long before Zhi Qingyun realized she had actually arrived at Xunfang Building.

  The three-story building was resplendent with golden and emerald decorations, wrapped in pink ribbons. Where is the Xiangfang Building? Zeng Qingyun had heard of it when he was at Zhu's Valley, but how could Mr. Xiang be here? Zeng Qingyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  Ma Wenzai stole a glance and was secretly delighted.

  At the moment when Liangshan's eyes were dim, the beauty in front of him suddenly changed. First, blood flowed from his seven orifices, followed by pus, and his skin quickly wrinkled and turned black and rotten, soon becoming a white skeleton.

  Liangshan let out an "ah" and released his hands.

  Hua Mei fell to the ground without defense and cried out in pain: "Young Master, how could you..."

  Liáng Shān had already gotten up and turned to the corner of the wall, facing that one stem of orchid, where he let out a loud belch. His chest and abdomen were tightening in waves, his mind having long since cleared up.

  It turns out that the saying "a wife and concubine cannot be moved arbitrarily" is true, and the White Bone Scripture was actually the White Bone Spirit! Liangshan originally thought this was a leftover symptom from his cultivation, which would cause many inconveniences in the future, but unexpectedly it came in handy today. If not for this, Liangshan would have fallen into this woman's trap.

  "Gongzi, what's wrong with you?" Huā Mèi jiě called out in a coquettish tone, her eyes flashing with surprise deep within. The Great Soul-Enchanting Technique of the Seductress unexpectedly had no effect. This Huā Mèi niáng seemed to be just an ordinary singing girl, but actually came from a rather impressive background.

  "It's nothing!" Liang Shan said with a wave of his hand.

  Ma Wenzai was now on the corridor of the lotus pond, his ears slightly trembling as he heard the panting sounds coming from inside the house, thinking that everything had gone according to plan.

  Liangshan has been under his surveillance since he entered Majiabao. Ma Wen summoned Liangshan's old friend and classmate Zhu Dachang, told him the pros and cons, and asked him to bring Liangshan to Xunfang Building, just to let Zhu Yingtai see her husband's ugliest side, in order to set off his own nobility.

  Arriving at the door, Ma Wencai pretended to hesitate for a moment, turned around, and with an expression of reluctance on his face, said in a low voice: "Your husband is inside, do you really want to go in?"

  Ruan Yun suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, and a slight wave rose in her mind, but she still nodded slightly.

  Ma Wenzai pretended to sigh, slightly exerting his strength to push open the door. Just then, a clear and resonant sound rang out, it was an ancient zither being played, shaking people's hearts.

  Ma Wencai was stunned on the spot, but saw Hua Mei sitting on a tiger stool, while Liang Shan was playing an ancient zither. The two people's demeanor was far from what he had imagined.

  Although Liangshan is a world-class master of the violin, he is also skilled in the guqin and can be called a master of stringed instruments. As soon as he lightly plucked the strings, the tune "Qing Xin Pu An Zhou" was like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers from the sky. Huamei's face still had a few shades of charming redness, her eyes seemed drunk, but she quickly recovered her clarity.

  Ma Wenzai pricked up his ears and listened, but it was a tune he had never heard before, extremely elegant.

  Ma Wenzai, however, did not have Hua Mei's appreciation for it and clapped his hands in praise: "Good tune! Good tune!"

  Liang Shan stopped, saw Zhu Qingyun behind Ma Wencai, his face lit up with joy, and immediately stood up, almost knocking over the guqin. Hua Mei saw that the music was interrupted, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she secretly felt annoyed.

  Ma Wencai continued, "In the past there was Bo Ya and Zhong Ziqi, now there is Shanbo and Yingtai." Ma Wencai compared the two to high mountains and flowing water meeting a kindred spirit, which wasn't a bad intention.

  "Master!" Zhu Qingyun stepped forward and asked with a slight bow, "Master, what is this tune?"

  Liangshan grasped Zhu Qingyun's hand and said, "The 'Clear Mind and Universal Harmony Mantra' is the most effective way to concentrate one's mind and calm one's spirit, washing away worldly thoughts." Ma Wencai saw Liangshan massaging and pinching Zhu Qingyun's hands, and his heart burned with jealousy, hoping that Zhu Qingyun would slap him hard.

  Wishing Qingyun's eyes are bright and clear, with joy in her heart. Although it was just a few short melodies, Qingyun already felt as if she had heard the music of the gods, and it somehow harmonized with her own cultivation of the "Xuannü Jing".

  "Who composed this piece?" Zhū Qīngyún's voice trembled slightly.

  "I'm fine." Liang Shan said with a big smile.

  Qingyun's heart lit up, and she grasped her husband's hand tightly. It turned out that her husband had such a clever idea. Ma Wencai saw this scene and almost fainted.

  I wanted to show you the ugly side of men and women, but I didn't want it to end up like this!

  Liáng Shān felt a twinge of shame, the Pure Mind Mantra was created by the eighth ground Bodhisattva of Buddhism, it is said that the sound is the sound of Anuttara, its wonderful uses are endless. Liáng Shān's heart stirred, and he thought about whether his musical attainments could be combined with the practice of the "White Bone Sutra". Liáng Shān had a vague direction in mind, but these were not things to consider at present.

  Two people hold hands and gaze at each other, no words are needed, and the days of separation are all cleared up.

  Ma Wencai was completely ignored, and the provocative words were not even noticed by the other party. His handsome face twisted in shock as he suddenly realized that Zhu Yingtai actually liked Liang Shanbo.

  Ma Wenzai had an urge to hit the wall, his own sister was like this, and Xian Nu-like Zhu Yingtai was also like this, were they blind?

  Hua Mei also felt like she was being ignored.

  In Huajiantang, Hua Meijie was not even an outer disciple, but just a miscellaneous servant. However, the charm technique she learned as this miscellaneous servant was taught by a superior, and ordinary men in the secular world could hardly resist it. Only eunuchs, people with extremely deep minds, and masters from the military and Confucian families could withstand it. In the countryside of Majiabao, even if one were a master of Xiantian, what could they do?

  Jing Mountain, the moonlight is clear and cold. In front of Ma Wenshou's grave, a fragrant case is set up, three animals are released together, and on both sides, four vermilion sand cloud phoenix patterned flags are erected, fluttering in the wind. The incense burner has three sticks of incense, with misty smoke rising. Yin Shangzi sits cross-legged on the grass, his five hearts facing upwards, muttering to himself: "Hunna, tunna...".

  Dark winds blow fiercely, piercing bones and forcing people to submit!

  "Ma Wenshou's spirit is restless, urgent as a summons! Out!"

  Nothing's happening!

  "Ma Wenshou's spirit is restless, urgent as a summons! Out!"

  Still no news.

  Yin Shangzi called out three times in a row, but there was no response. Sweat beads the size of beans rolled down his forehead. He took out a mirror from his backpack, bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the mirror's surface, shouting: "Open!"

  In the mirror was a mass of cloud and mist, after spraying fresh blood, the cloud and mist dispersed, Yin Shangzi saw Ma Wenshu sleeping as usual in the tomb coffin, two thorough bone-cold springs flowing unchanged for ten thousand years.

  Ma Wenshou is a person of the five yin, buried in this land is the merit of Yin Shangzi. After 100 days, he will become the king of ghosts and use the yin spring to nourish himself back into the world of humans, and must make Majiabao strong and prosperous.

  Yin Shangzi was in a low position within the sect and often suffered from bullying, so he thought of ways to get tasks that would allow him to frequently go out into the secular world. His Dao heart had already been broken, his cultivation had also stagnated, but living for another fifty years wouldn't be a problem.

  At the beginning of his cultivation, he cut off all worldly ties. The spirit and vigor of that time can no longer be recalled. Now in this state, Yin Shangzi still thinks about having worldly connections and continuation, so he regards Ma Wencai as a son. He devotes himself to Ma Wencai and the affairs of the Ma family.

  Yin Shangzi spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion greatly weakened, and muttered: "How could it be like this?"

  He had just cast the Soul Gathering Technique and the Soul Locking Technique, but unexpectedly failed to capture Ma Wenshu's soul. Ma Wenshu was buried at the intersection of two Yin Springs, so he would never enter reincarnation. Yín Shàngzi looked again carefully, and saw that there was a faint soul on the corpse. In his heart, Yín Shàngzi sighed, "Forget about summoning him, who knows when his soul will re-condense."

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