The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

Chapter 67: I dare not look at the Buddha.

In the end, Shen Wanqing still couldn’t control Xie Wuyan.

He struggled to stand up, his body burning strangely, his meridians on the verge of bursting, and he could die at any moment.

However, he smiled softly, just like when Shen Wanqing saw him in the Sealed Demon Cave, his eyes filled with crimson, and his smile revealed not only madness but also a numbness to killing intent.

Xie Wuyan tore through the surrounding vines, as if he couldn’t feel any pain, completely unconcerned about the deep wounds where the thorns had cut into his body.

Suppressing Xie Wuyan had already consumed most of Shen Wanqing’s strength. She knelt in the midst of those vines, looking up at his figure.

“What keeps him alive is the desire for battle ingrained in his bones. As long as he lives, he will continue to kill until his wounds cannot heal, his body rots completely, and he exhausts his strength.”

“Why does he refuse to leave? He insists on living in this world, becoming something neither human nor ghost.”

“Perhaps I should ask you一”

Xia Qing’s voice drew nearer. She appeared behind Shen Wanqing like a fiend, her breath slithering like a snake as she licked her neck. “Why don’t you want to let him go?”

Shen Wanqing gazed at Xie Wuyan not far away.

She didn’t realize just how much pain Xie Wuyan was currently in.

His body temperature is no longer cold, and a strong desire compels every part of his body to turn into a weapon, even the blood flowing beneath his skin becomes scorching hot.

He was like a weapon taking on human form without consciousness.

“Admit it, being a little selfish isn’t a bad thing at all.”

The vines quietly grew, binding Shen Wanqing inch by inch, as if trying to envelop her completely in an airtight cocoon.

Xia Qing: “You can stay here with me, with him. Chitong Pass will turn into a dead city, and no one in the world will disturb you anymore.”

The surrounding sound of wind gradually weakened as vines pulled her body closer to Xia Qing.

Vaguely, it seemed like she could hear the voices of Feng Yaoqing and Ji Feichen getting closer, but due to the barrier of the vines, all the voices became indistinct.

“Come to me.” Xia Qing’s voice was low, sounding incredibly clear in Shen Wanqing’s ears. “We are the same kind of people. No one will understand you better than I do.”

Is that so?

In an instant, flames converged into the form of a sword, emerging from Shen Wanqing’s hand. Almost in the blink of an eye, she swiftly flipped and, with their proximity, accurately thrust the sword into Xia Qing’s body.

She looked up at Xia Qing’s face and sighed helplessly. “I’ve said it before, no one understands enchantment better than me.”

Xia Qing was indeed very clever, always exploiting Shen Wanqing’s weakness, provoking her to relax her guard in order to find a breakthrough.

“Moreover,” Shen Wanqing added, “I am different from you. Your words hold no sway.”

With that, taking advantage of Xia Qing’s absorption of the strike and her temporary inability to move, she quickly reached her hand into the chest of the monk bound by vines beside them.

In an instant, Xia Qing’s pupils contracted, and she let out a piercing scream. Then, in an instant, she forcefully broke free from the sword and reached her hand towards the monk.

But Shen Wanqing had already grasped the heart of the monk within her hand.

Burning hot.

Beating within her.

. . . . .

“Master.”

“Master.”

“Please tell me about Buddhist scriptures, Master.”

Xia Qing sat on the stone steps in front of the temple, resting her chin on her hands, and looked at the monk sweeping the floor with a serene smile. Her white skirt trailed on the ground, stained with a little dust.

It was not a pleasant encounter.

When Xia Qing was young, her parents provoked people in the martial world, and the entire family was killed. The owner of the Yueying Tower found her beautiful and pulled her out from among the dead bodies.

She had made a living by killing since she was young, practicing seductive techniques, using her charms to deceive and then killing ruthlessly. As long as the price was right, she would kill anyone, dare to kill anyone.

The owner raised her, providing her with luxurious clothes and food, treating her kindly.

But when someone treats you well, they always want something from you.

Xia Qing had always known that.

When there were tasks, they would send her out, and when there were none, she was kept like a pet. Xia Qing had everything, but at the same time, she had nothing.

Over time, many things became less significant.

After killing numerous people, she would secretly feel sorrowful every night, but it seemed too melodramatic.

From beginning to end, she was a wicked person by her own choice, and no one forced her.

. . . . .

Xia Qing could predict many things.

For example, if the Yueying Tower provoked enemies and the owner sent her out to face danger, without the protection of the person who sheltered her, even if Xia Qing was a useful weapon, it would eventually break.

She was exhausted and worn out, but finally found an opportunity to escape.

Then he saved her.

The monk was not a highly accomplished monk; he was very young and his dharma name is Qingyuan.

The temple is very small, and the surrounding villages are all poor, without much money for incense offerings. However, every time there are people fleeing famine who come here to beg for food, Qingyuan always gives most of its grain.

Those who only cared about their own survival didn’t know gratitude.

As time went on, poor people would often lie in front of the temple, avoiding work and just trying to get by.

Xia Qing would always watch Master Qingyuan as he went out with his rice pouch, well aware of their intentions, but still kindly giving away most of the rice.

She thought to herself, “What a fool.”

But then she realized that if he wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t have saved her.

She exudes a smell of blood, even if she lies on the main road, no one dares to bother with her.

. . . . .

But the temple was really poor.

With her added burden and the need to take care of the nearby poor people, the porridge in the monk’s bowl became thinner and thinner, but he still strained out most of the water and scooped out more than half of the rice for her.

Xia Qing didn’t like being indebted to others.

But besides killing, she couldn’t do anything else.

However, she was very beautiful, and many shopkeepers were willing to pay a high price to hire her. Just standing there, she attracted customers.

Xia Qing is not someone who cares about face. Occasionally, when encountering some lecherous individuals trying to take advantage, she would playfully tease them with a smile. As a result, business at the store improved.

Until one day, a big shot arrived and took advantage of the situation.

Xia Qing offended someone and hadn’t fully recovered from her injuries when she was stopped by the guards under that person’s command and humiliated.

It happened to be a day of heavy rain.

The shopkeeper dared not let her stay any longer.

She quietly watched the rain for a while, and suddenly saw Qingyuan.

He was standing not far away, holding an umbrella and saying that he was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to return in the rainy weather.

Xia Qing suddenly realized that there would always be someone who would unreasonably treat others well.

Whoever she liked, she would directly express it.

Whatever she wanted to do, she would do it directly.

She was never a kind and well-behaved person, and despite Qingyuan asking her to turn back, she refused to do so.

. . . . .

However, many things have no results.

No matter how fiercely the fire burns, Qingyuan always stands quietly on the opposite shore of the flames, softly calling out to her: “Donor, do not make mistakes knowingly.”

Not long after, the village was struck by famine, and more than half of the people died.

Qingyuan wanted to save people.

He supported himself with a Zen staff and took out all the food from the temple, going from house to house knocking on doors.

But those were just moths flying into the flame.

The food in the temple was empty.

The people in the village had no choice but to eat whatever was available.

Qingyuan went on another trip.

When he returned, his whole body was covered in blood. Xia Qing uncovered his robe, and even though she had seen countless blood before, she couldn’t help but feel aghast.

He sacrificed his own flesh and blood to save those children.

Xia Qing called him a fool.

He said, “How can this humble monk not save the people?”

Yes.

Qingyuan saves the people, never just her alone.

. . . . .

Xia Qing resumed her livelihood of killing. She didn’t go back to the temple, but every once in a while, she would leave a bundle of silver in front of the temple.

Until one night, as she was about to leave after placing down the bundle, the temple door opened.

Xia Qing put down her straw hat and turned to leave.

But Qingyuan called out to her, saying that the weather outside was harsh and the road ahead was difficult. He asked if she wanted to come in for a cup of tea.

A cup of hot tea.

Qingyuan persuades her to turn back.

Xia Qing asked him why he had the audacity to persuades her to turn back.

Silence as expected.

Xia Qing stood up with a smile, while Qingyuan looked up at the Buddha statue in the temple without saying a word.

She leaned forward and kissed the Buddha statue, then turned to look at Qingyuan.

“The Buddha dares to look at me, why don’t you?”

. . . . .

Without the Yueying Tower, Xia Qing was quickly approached by the Buddhist sect again.

She didn’t remember how many people she had killed that day, only that she fell into a cold pool of blood and suddenly saw a figure.

Yellow robe, Zen staff.

He carried her away, but was caught up by enemies.

He told her to go and said, “Donor, do not turn back.”

When Xia Qing returned, the monk was hung on a cross, exposed to the scorching sun, covered in blood, dyeing his robe red.

She reached out and held his face.

The monk opened his eyes, with only a last breath, staring fixedly into her eyes.

He asked her why she turned back.

Xia Qing: “I insist on turning back.”

In an instant, a huge fire ignited around them, and the enemies clamored, determined to burn her to ashes this time.

But Xia Qing didn’t die, she turned into a spirit.

It was a brutal massacre.

Xia Qing, covered in blood, knelt in front of the monk, took out her own heart, and stuffed it into the monk’s chest, reaching out to touch his cheek, waking him up.

The monk opened his eyes.

But his eyes were empty.

However, Xia Qing turned a blind eye to this and reached out to embrace him.

“Master, please don’t make the same mistake knowingly again.”

“What if I insist on going my own way?”

. . . . .

It was too late.

While Xia Qing was rushing over, Shen Wanqing pulled out the heart from Qingyuan’s chest.

“No一”

In an instant, Xia Qing’s power suddenly broke through the bottleneck and rushed towards Shen Wanqing with a strong impact, reaching out to retrieve her heart.

“Give him back to me, give him back.”

“Sorry,” Shen Wanqing said.

The next moment, she crushed the heart.

Xia Qing’s pupils instantly contracted, her face filled with intense anger and despair. She screamed as if she wanted to perish together with Shen Wanqing.

“Xia Qing,” Shen Wanqing called out to her, “turn around.”

Xia Qing froze for a moment and stiffly turned her head.

The body of the monk was rapidly decaying, but his eyes had opened without anyone noticing. There was a glimmer of light in his gaze as he looked in Xia Qing’s direction.

The frenzy within Xia Qing gradually calmed down. She turned around, took a step forward, and knelt beside the monk.

The monk’s mouth moved, but his voice was inaudible.

She leaned closer to his ear.

Qingyuan said, “Miss Xia Qing, I dare not look at the Buddha.”

This was the first time he called her by her name.

Instead of donors.

He no longer referred to himself as “this humble monk.”

一一The Buddha dares to look at me, why don’t you?

一一I dare not look at the Buddha.

This was what he wanted to say to her, his selfish desire.

“So I must destroy your heart,” Shen Wanqing said, “This is his last bit of regret, a regret you don’t even know about. It was his final words he wanted to say to you back then.”

“With this little regret, he might still have a chance for reincarnation. If you refuse to let him go, he will die completely.”

“I don’t want to be reincarnated.” Xia Qing trembled and stood up, tears falling one by one. She reached out her hand, embracing Qingyuan’s decaying body, pressing against his forehead. “I don’t want the next life.”

Xia Qing’s body rapidly decayed. She used her own soul as a catalyst, enveloping the last trace of Qingyuan’s regret, gradually wrapping it up.

…Was she intending to exhaust her own soul and leave behind Qingyuan’s regret, turning both of them into irredeemable evil spirits?

Finally, Qingyuan’s body completely decayed, unable to take on any concrete form.

Xia Qing lifted her head and closed her eyes.

“The next life?”

“I don’t want to live another life.”

Shen Wanqing looked at her.

Xia Qing’s eyelashes trembled, and finally, she let out a desperate howl and fell to the ground.

She emitted a radiant glow all over her body, gradually converging and forming a path straight to the sky, sending Qingyuan’s regrets away.

In the end, she did not leave behind any regrets in Qingyuan.

Instead, she used her own soul as protection to ensure his peaceful reincarnation.

However, in doing so, Xia Qing’s soul would completely dissipate.

Shen Wanqing turned around without saying a word.

“Shen Wanqing,” Xia Qing suddenly called out to her.

Shen Wanqing turned her head slightly.

Xia Qing stood up, but her body also began to dissipate little by little. “Once Xie Wuyan’s consciousness disappear, if he hasn’t been revived yet, he will be like Qingyuan, unable to be reincarnated.”

Shen Wanqing replied, “I understand.”

Xia Qing suddenly smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. It seemed like she was mocking, but it was also a reflection of her own despair. “See, I told you, you will end up just like me.”

“You will also reach this point.”

After the light and shadows passed, Xia Qing’s figure disappeared into the night.

Shen Wanqing looked up at a nearby location.

Just as Ji Feichen and Feng Yaoqing, who hurried here a moment ago, saw Shen Wanqing attacking Xia Qing, they immediately turned around and chose to control the rioting Xie Wuyan.

Xie Wuyan is still out of control.

Even if the two of them were reasonable, they could only barely restrain him.

Shen Wanqing rubbed her nose and walked forward, saying, “Let me do it.”

“You…” Feng Yaoqing hesitated, anxiously looked at her, but still stepped aside.

Shen Wanqing reached out and put her hand on Xie Wuyan’s shoulder, but he shrugged her off.

He felt like a trapped beast, slamming against the barrier set by Ji Feichen, blood flowing from his wounds.

The emotions that had been suppressed from the beginning were finally difficult to control.

Shen Wanqing bit her lip tightly, slowly crouched down, supporting her forehead with her hand, and tears finally fell uncontrollably.

After an unknown period of time, the surroundings suddenly quieted down.

Someone was crouching in front of her.

That person reached out and held Shen Wanqing’s cheek, using a warm thumb to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, with awkward and stiff movements.

Shen Wanqing was slightly stunned, raising her head in surprise.

Xie Wuyan looked at her, his eyes still empty, but faintly, a glimmer of light seemed to be visible. He furrowed his brow, his lips moved, as if he said something.

Shen Wanqing instinctively moved closer, and after hearing the few words he said, she choked up instantly and held Xie Wuyan tightly.

“Shen Wanqing.”

What made him struggle to survive was not just that promise.

He still remembered her name.

TL/Note:

The story of the past between Xia Qing and Qingyuan really … 

And Xie Wuyan still remembered our Palace Master ಥ_ಥ