White tea legend

Chapter 170 Returning the sun
The shadow of the guillotine casts a shadow over the impending tragedy.

Shijun was chained and stood on the edge of death.

His stepmother and brother were allowed to come to him at this last moment.

The stepmother held a bowl of steaming food in her hands, which was Shijun's favorite taste since he was a child.

Her eyes were red, and tears fell from her trembling hands, dripping into the bowl of food that seemed ordinary but extremely heavy.

Her voice was choked, but she still tried her best to comfort Shijun and let him eat this last meal as if it was the last bit of warmth in his life.

The younger brother stood aside, fear written on his immature face.

He held Shijun's hand tightly, his little body trembling, and his tears fell one by one like broken pearls.

His sobs were like the sound of a flute in the distant sad wind, desolate and helpless.

Shijun looked at them, his heart filled with endless pain and reluctance.

He knew that his fate could not be changed, but he still tried to keep a smile and told his stepmother and brother to live strong.

He told them not to be sad about their deaths, because the spirit in heaven would watch over them and he would pray for them in the other world.

There were low murmurs from the surrounding crowd, some sympathetic, some indifferent, but at this moment, all the sounds seemed to fade away, leaving only the family's cries and farewells.

When the time came for the execution, the executioner stepped forward and urged him expressionlessly.

The stepmother and brother were forced to leave, their cries becoming increasingly bleak in the morning air.

The stepmother looked back, her eyes full of endless love and despair, while the younger brother grabbed Shijun's hand and refused to let go.

However, the ruthless executioner finally pulled them off the guillotine.

Shijun closed his eyes, silently reciting his last blessings to his stepmother and brother.

Although his body was shaking, he tried to look calm, even in the face of death.

With a command, the executioner raised his machete.

The sun penetrated the dark clouds and cast a cold light on the sharp edge.

Then, at that moment, the sky seemed to feel the grief on the ground, as clouds gathered, thunder rumbled, and a heavy rain suddenly poured down.

The light of the sword flashed, and Shijun's head rolled down. The blood and rain mixed together, dyeing the ground under the guillotine red.

The rain in the sky seems to be the mourning between heaven and earth for this unfortunate young man, silently telling his innocence and injustice.

The cries of the stepmother and brother were almost drowned in the rain, and their figures drifted away in the rain until they disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

……

On a dark cloudy afternoon, a new corpse with its head missing was added to the mass grave.

That was Shijun who died unjustly.

The sad wind howled all around, and the cries of countless ghosts seemed to come and go, which was chilling.

In this desolate place, the messenger from the underworld, black and white, walked slowly, preparing to lure the soul of the king to the underworld.

Just as the two envoys of Impermanence in black and white robes were about to take action, suddenly two figures flew over the mass grave like flying swallows, and suddenly landed next to Shijun's body.

It was Bai Cha and Xuan Feng who came.

"Wait a minute!" Bai Cha saluted to Black and White Wuchang, holding a Taoist talisman in his hand, and said, "This man died unjustly and was not destined to be a ghost. I ask the two ghost messengers not to take him to the underworld!"

Hei Wuchang's face was gloomy, while Bai Wuchang's brows were furrowed.

Hei Wuchang said: "Who dares to obstruct the order of yin and yang? Is it because he wants to challenge the law of the underworld?"

Xuanfeng said: "The emperor's life should not be cut off. You are going to detain innocent people to the underworld. Isn't this a reckless act?"

Bai Wuchang said angrily: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. If every deceased person is allowed to be interfered by others, wouldn't it be a mess?"

"What happened today is not that we want to go against the will of heaven, but that the law of heaven has not yet been revealed!"

Bai Cha once again made a sincere request. However, Bai Cha and Xuan Feng were determined to take away Shi Jun's soul. In desperation, Bai Cha and Xuan Feng chanted a spell in unison to activate the Taoist magic.

Suddenly, the wind surged and thunder rumbled.

Both sides fight, each showing their magical powers.

Black and white impermanence responded with the method of seizing the soul, while Bai Cha used the ghost-suppressing talisman and the soul-fixing needle, which radiated light and shocked the magic power.

At the mass grave, the melee intensified.

In the end, Black and White were defeated by Wu Chang, and he put away the soul-binding chain in desperation, leaving Shijun's soul behind.

Hei Wuchang said warmly: "I will report this matter to King Yama when I return to Youdu. I will never let it go. You can take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, the black and white impermanent figure gradually disappeared into the air and disappeared.

Bai Cha and Xuan Feng looked at each other and knew that although they succeeded this time, they also caused a lot of trouble.

"Sister, is it worth doing this for Xiao Qing's willfulness?"

"If we don't come here for Xiaoqing, it will be Xiaoqing who is dueling with Black and White Wuchang today. She is a goblin, and I'm afraid she will offend Tiantiao even more. You and I still have the immortal book at least. Besides, Shijun is indeed a good boy. His sin will not lead to death.”

On the side, although Shijun's soul didn't know what happened, Baicha said that he was a good boy, which moved him deeply.

Bai Cha took in Shijun's soul, and together with Xuanfeng found Shijun's body and head, and brought them back to Lu Yu Thatched Cottage.

In Lu Yu Thatched Cottage, Xiao Qing was sealed in a secluded room by Bai Cha's magic power.

She anxiously wandered between the four walls. The wind outside the window brought the smell of flowers and plants, but it could not conceal the restlessness and longing in her heart.

"How can we escape from this trap and save Shijun?"

Xiaoqing thought silently in her heart. She tried the window and the crack in the door, but she always touched an invisible barrier, as if there was an invisible force that tightly bound her to this room.

Just when Xiao Qing was impatient and wanted to break through the barrier, Bai Cha and Xuan Feng pushed the door open and came in.

"elder sister……"

Bai Cha said "Shh" and cast a spell, and Shijun's body and head appeared on the bed, but the body and head were separated.

"Shijun!" Xiaoqing cried.

"Okay, don't make any noise, just help my sister save people!"

With a solemn expression, Bai Cha took out his sewing kit and talisman paper, preparing to use Taoist secret techniques to sew Shijun's body and head together.

She muttered words, her fingers moved swiftly between the skin and flesh, and every stitch was accompanied by a flash of inspiration on the talisman.

As the last stitch settled, Bai Cha's forehead began to break down with sweat. She lifted the soul-calling bell in her hand and shook it gently. The ringing sound was clear and melodious, echoing around the four walls.

Xiaoqing on the side was stunned. She had never seen such a mysterious scene, and she was both shocked and admired.

Suddenly, an invisible wind stirred up the dust in the room, as if something was responding to the call of the soul-calling bell.

As the sound of the white tea curse grew louder, the air around the sutured corpse began to twist, forming a swirling light group.

"Come back, wandering soul!"

Bai Cha drank loudly, and saw a vague figure slowly emerging from the light ball. It was Shijun's soul, with confusion and surprise on his face.

Xiao Qing gasped as she watched the soul gradually being attracted to the body, and finally merged into it in a golden light.

Shijun's body trembled slightly, as if it was alive, but then fell into a sleep-like tranquility.

"It's done." Bai Cha breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This is just the first step. To completely restore Shi Jun to the Yang state, more mana and time will be needed."

Bai Cha said to Xiao Qing.

Seeing Bai Cha's tired face covered with fragrant sweat, Xiao Qing was deeply moved.

"Thank you sister."