The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Chu Jin stood on the phoenix tail, reached out and plucked the strings.

Immortal sounds flowed out from her fingertips.

This kind of sound.

unique.

Can purify the soul.

Immortal sounds come out, and wonders appear.

Dragon and phoenix dance.

Can bring the dead back to life.

It can also cure people to death.

The legend of konghou is not false.

In the sky, Jinguang is doing it! Pieces of auspicious clouds came out.

The golden dragon and flying phoenix even came out at dawn, circling above Chu Jin's head, whining, as if reluctant to give up...

"Brother Jin, don't!" Ah Zi screamed when she realized something was wrong.

The glaciers melt and the land recovers.

All the evil cultivators disappeared with the sound of the piano.

The wounds on those lying on the ground began to slowly heal.

If you look carefully, you will find that those who have stopped breathing have begun to breathe weakly.

Broken trees began to recover.

The evil cultivators have also been wiped out, only Zhao Yiling and the great elder Chu Tianlingque, the four, are still turning around, wriggling on the ground, longing for the golden light to bring them rebirth.

pity.

The sound of the harp bringing the dead back to life did not have the slightest effect on them.

But they still didn't give up, squirmed their bodies like reptiles, and crawled in the direction of Kong Hou.

"Brother Jin, stop playing, if you keep playing, you will die..." Ah Zi was already sobbing.

"It's worth it for me to die alone in exchange for their lives... Besides, if I die, you can be completely reborn, a good thing." Chu Jin's voice could no longer hear any emotion, empty, sad, and cold ...

turn out to be.

She already knew everything, but she didn't reveal it.

"Brother Jin, I'm sorry..." Ah Zi slowly lowered her head, tears had already blurred his vision.

"Don't tell me I'm sorry," Chu Jin's voice has gradually weakened, "Everything is the way to survive. I am a dead person. No matter how much I do, I can't change the status quo. Ah Zi, I should thank you for your talent. Yes, if it weren't for you, I might not even have the chance to be reborn, you let me live for so long, I am content..."

"Brother Jin, I am not the one who revived you..." Ah Zi cried and said, "It was Xuanyuan Shangchen, it was him, it was always him, I just took advantage of a loophole so that I could entrust it to your consciousness , you are not Qin Jie, you are Junhuang, the real Qin Jie was killed by Shen Lingtian a long time ago, the so-called past life is just a dream I made for you, making you forget your identity, let Do you think that you are Qin Jie..."

Ah Zi cried and told everything.

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, it was just a game. He just wanted to use the spirit of the empress on Chu Jin to nourish himself, so as to achieve the purpose of rebirth.

Tarot cards, energy crystals, these are all used by him to restrain Chu Jin.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jin escaped his control and became one with the Tarot cards, and even conquered the energy crystal.

The faith value obtained from divination cannot maintain Chu Jin's life.

These belief values ​​are all the energy he needs on a daily basis.

These energies can make Ah Zi stronger.

Therefore, Ah Zi has been using Chu Jin.

Only Chu Jin can bring him back to life.

However, he did not expect that Chu Jin would reach the peak step by step, become a fortune teller admired by everyone in China, and use the Tarot technique to help so many people.

All of this was beyond Ah Zi's imagination.

Chu Jin made him see the kindest side of human nature.

She has flesh and blood, punishes evil and promotes good, and lives freely and freely.

And his cold and selfish heart was melted by Chu Jin.

From the inhuman and cold system at the beginning, it has become Ah Zi who can cry, laugh and eat gluttonously.

He was willing to call her Brother Jin.

even.

He still thought, and it had always been pinned in Chu Jin's consciousness.

He gave up his initial decision and became closest to Chu Jin.

However, he never expected that things would come to this point.

Chu Jin is going to die, he should be happy.

Happily.

He is so sad.

I was so sad that tears flowed involuntarily.

"Brother Jin..."

so.

Chu Jin has always been Chu Jin, but because the main soul has not returned, it has become a fool that everyone can bully.

Chu Jin is the ninth incarnation of Junhuang.

Qin Jie is nothing more than a piece of the past imposed on her by Ah Zi.

Ah Zi cried and said all this. Originally, he thought that Chu Jin would be very angry, but Chu Jin still looked calm, and she chuckled softly, "This is life, there are deceptions, but also true feelings, Ah Zi, Live well in the future, don't lie to others, not everyone is as generous as me."

Chu Jin smiled.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth gradually faded away, turning pale.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spat onto the strings.

Even so, the sound of the piano has not stopped.

Sometimes, forgetting is a blessing.

AhZi cried and nodded, her small face was full of tears.

He regrets it.

He wants Brother Jin to live.

same as before.

"Ah Zi, men don't flick their tears easily, don't cry, there is always a banquet in the world,"

The excruciating pain spread to all limbs, Chu Jin clenched his teeth tightly, but the speed of his hands plucking the strings never slowed down, and continued.

"Tell Mo Zhixuan that you must live a good life, together with mine, and... and Xiaobai, I may not be able to help him feed the fish. I am not good at keeping pets, so it is better for him to do it himself. , you remember to tell it, don't hold back one day, secretly eat the fish, and put the blame on the bread, to be a cat, you have to be a cat with a conscience..."

"Ah Zi, eat less melon seeds in the future, too much melon seeds can cause stomach problems, um, you can't eat too many potato chips..."

AhZi was already sobbing, she nodded while crying.

"Oh..." She sighed softly, "I really miss this world..."

She was reluctant to leave, Mo Zhixuan, and everyone else.

For such a rigid and serious old man like Mo Zhixuan, except for himself liking him, he will definitely not be fooled by young and beautiful girls in the future.

And Zhao Xian, she has just woken up, and she will go through the pain of bereavement, if she leaves, she will be very sad, her body recovered with great difficulty, when the time comes, will she be able to withstand such a blow?

Miao Xinran came back, but he hadn't talked to her properly yet.

She hasn't seen Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi find their own happiness yet.

She hasn't seen Chuxiu and little Lolita grow up yet, she is about to take the first step as a sister...

And those fans who liked her, if they knew that she was gone, would they be sad? Will you cry?

Um.

And Qin Zhenglin.

I hope that after she leaves, he can manage the king well.

There are too many people and scenes that she didn't have time to see.

This life is too short too short...

Chu Jin's voice became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness became more and more blurred. She seemed to be trapped in a boundless black hole. At this moment, she clearly felt that something was pulled out of her mind.

"Brother Jin, goodbye."

The sky is full of golden light.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The golden light filled the earth, and the sun peeked out from the clouds.

sunny.

At this moment, the people who had already died slowly opened their eyes and looked around with blank eyes.

Their first reaction was to look at their hands first, and doubts flashed in their minds.

Isn't he... already dead?

Here...is hell?

Mo Zhixuan stood up abruptly, raised his eyes and looked up to the sky. The sky was clear and cloudless, and the way of heaven was dead. He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and looked down.

Seeing this, panic appeared in his eyes, who had always been calm.

"Chu Jin!" He ran over there quickly, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, feeling that his footsteps were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't take half a step.

Is the sky falling?

collapsed.

She is his God, his everything.

Mo Zhixuan looked at the front with a dull expression, the blood flowed backwards all over his body, and a huge sadness enveloped his whole body!

I see.

The ancient harp was covered in blood, bright red, the blood even dyed her hair red, making her delicate cheeks as white as a piece of paper, only her lips were as red as fire, with a hint of a smile Meaning, the dimples at the corners of the mouth are shallow.

Gives the illusion that she is still alive.

Mo Zhixuan's breathing was unsteady, he staggered a few steps, and finally knelt down directly, holding her in his arms with trembling hands, and kissing her forehead.

"A Jin, Ah Jin..." Mo Zhixuan's voice was hoarse, panicked and helpless.

How did things become like this?

Why is it not me who is dying now? but she...

Mo Zhixuan couldn't believe that all this was true, he stretched out his hand to hold Chu Jin's wrist, and felt for her pulse. There, there was no longer any fluctuation, and her breathing had also stopped.

She really is gone.

Mo Zhixuan felt dizzy before his eyes, and the ground shook, but he still held on and did not fall down.

He cannot fall.

His life was bought by Ah Jin.

How could she be willing.

How dare you abandon yourself.

With trembling lips, Mo Zhixuan held her tightly in his arms, his cheek against hers, and gently patted her back with his left hand, "Ah Jin, don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! I will be with you, always looking at you..."

Mo Qianjue and Xuanyuan Shangchen left here directly.

Walk towards the distance.

No one knows where their destination is.

Several other people also got up from the ground and walked to Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin, watching this scene in disbelief, they didn't even know what expressions to use to face this matter.

Like a stick in the throat.

The sun was so bright, but they suddenly felt that the sky was falling——

The world is dark.

She exchanged her death for their lives.

"Ah Jin, I'll take you home, let's go home," Mo Zhixuan hugged her, stood up slowly, his legs were shaking, and his black hair, under the sun, quickly turned white.

Mo Zhixuan was still wearing that wedding dress.

in the sun.

It's so red.

Holding Chu Jin in his arms, he walked forward tremblingly, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Mo Qingyi and Miao Xinran hugged each other and cried.

Tong Zhi's eyes were already red and swollen.

There are also Duanmuzhe, Zhou Xunian, and other people in the supernatural world, all burst into tears.

Xiaobai stood in the crowd in a daze, almost afraid to breathe loudly.

Only.

Mo Zhixuan didn't shed a single tear.

Three thousand blue hairs turned white, but he didn't shed a single tear.

"Old Nine..." Han Zixiu uttered worriedly, and wanted to reach out to help Mo Zhixuan, but when he reached halfway, he retracted.

He didn't know how to comfort Mo Zhixuan.

In the lobby.

Still a happy arrangement.

Mrs. Mo heard footsteps outside the door, and rushed to meet her.

When she saw Mo Zhixuan walking in with Chu Jin in his arms, she was shocked and asked quickly, "Zhixuan, what's wrong with Ah Jin?"

Mrs. Mo didn't even notice that Mo Zhixuan's hair had turned white.

Mo Zhixuan acted as if he hadn't seen Mrs. Mo, without the slightest trace of popularity on his body, he hugged Chu Jin and walked upstairs numbly.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Mo saw Tong Zhi, Mo Qingyi, Miao Xinran, Duanmu Zhe, Zhou Xunian walking in from the door...

The expressions on their faces were not very good, very bad.

There were tears on his face.

Especially Tong Zhi, Mo Qingyi, and Miao Xinran, their eyes were almost swollen from crying.

This moment.

It made Mrs. Mo feel panic, she was a little unsteady on her feet, and quickly supported the vase next to her, an ominous atmosphere enveloped her surroundings.

"Sister," Tong Zhi walked to Mrs. Mo's side, weeping, "Ah Jin is gone!"

gone?

Mrs. Mo, who was always calm, suddenly went dark and passed out.

Chu Jin left.

This made Mo Zhixuan how to live in the future?

This makes them Mo family, how will they live in the future?

"Sister!" Tong Zhi quickly supported Mrs. Mo.

"Mom!" Mo Qingyi broke down emotionally and cried directly.

upstairs.

Mo Zhixuan gently put Chu Jin on the marriage bed.

On the bed, there were lotus seeds and peanuts.

Mo Zhixuan slowly took the peanuts and lotus seeds away, then opened the closet, and took out Chu Jin's favorite outfit.

White shirt.

black trousers.

Mo Zhixuan looked at her and his clothes in the closet calmly.

These clothes seemed to still be stained with her breath.

His Ah Jin.

My favorite is clean.

Now, with so much blood on her body, she must be very uncomfortable.

"Ah Jin, don't be afraid, I'll clean it up for you." Mo Zhixuan walked to the bedside, reached out and stroked Chu Jin's cheek, no trace of expression could be seen on his stern face.

Mo Zhixuan bent down and carried Chu Jin to the bathroom.

Untied the red dress, put her in the bathtub, picked up the towel, and carefully wiped her body.

The water was dyed red a little bit.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Zhixuan came out of the bathroom with Chu Jin in his arms, and gently put her on the bed.

Pick up the clothes and put them on her slowly.

The white clothes and black trousers made her so elegant, as if she was still alive.

Mo Zhixuan lowered his head and kissed her bloodless lips, tenderly, lingeringly, lingeringly, reluctantly...

The people downstairs did not dare to disturb Mo Zhixuan.

Just stay in the hall like this.

It wasn't until the next day that someone brought the ice coffin over, and Mo Zhixuan walked down the stairs with Chu Jin in his arms.

Everyone just watched him holding Chu Jin, walking over step by step.

I thought that Mo Zhixuan would lose control, go crazy, and be unable to hold on.

Never thought about it.

He was always calm, terrifyingly calm, and a chill radiated from his whole body.

It was freezing cold.

It seems to be able to freeze people.

"Brother," Mo Qingyi stepped forward, trying to comfort Mo Zhixuan, but as soon as he uttered a syllable, he couldn't help crying.

"I'm fine." Mo Zhixuan glanced at Mo Qingyi, and slowly uttered three words, then carefully placed Chu Jin in the ice coffin, and closed the coffin lid calmly.

In the bottom of the deep eyes, there is no trace of waves.

"Ajin!" Tong Zhi and Miao Xinran couldn't hold back and rushed over, lying on the ice coffin, crying out.

Several other people, seeing this scene, also had red eyes.

The ice coffin is transparent, and everything inside can be seen clearly.

Chu Jin just lay there, in white clothes and black trousers, clear eyebrows, red lips like fire, skin white and almost transparent, curly and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, as if he was asleep.

Looking at Chu Jin.

Chu Xiu's emotions completely collapsed, he bent down, squatted on the ground, hugged his knees with his hands, sobs overflowed from his throat, and his shoulders trembled non-stop.

He escaped death in Tianluo's laboratory, but he didn't shed a single tear.

But this time.

He couldn't help it.

Seeing off relatives has become a farewell.

He never thought that one day, his sister would leave him.

Sister is so strong.

How could she leave herself?

When Zhao Yuan learned of the disappearance, she fainted and went directly to the ICU.

three days later.

The funeral took place as scheduled.

Chu Jin's body was not cremated, but was directly buried in the ground together with the ice coffin.

Nor was it buried in a cemetery.

He was buried in Mo's garden.

It was raining lightly.

When little Lolita rushed over, the grave had already been dug.

The ice coffin was put aside.

After attending Brother Jin's wedding, Papa seemed to have changed into a different person. He was drunk all day long, and asked him what happened, but he didn't answer.

Little Loli missed Brother Jin's wedding because of some things.

It wasn't until today that she had time to come and see Brother Jin.

I haven't seen you for so many days, I really miss Brother Jin.

It would be great if Brother Jin married Papa, then I could see Brother Jin every day...

As soon as little Lolita walked to the gate of Mo's house, she sensed that something was wrong. Shouldn't marriage be joyful? Why, there are white lanterns hanging on the gate of Mo's house?

He has never experienced life and death before, nor has he participated in any funeral.

So, little loli didn't understand what was going on.

Little Lolita entered Mo's house very smoothly.

The weird thing is.

Every servant I met on the way had a very heavy and sad expression on their faces, and they wore white flowers on their chests.

The air was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.

Little Loli found the back garden easily.

But when we got there.

But they found that a bunch of them were gathered there.

It's raining.

They didn't have umbrellas either.

Little Lolita was a little strange, thinking to herself, are these adults stupid?

I don't know how to hold an umbrella.

The weird thing is.

Brother Jin was not seen in the crowd.

Didn't the servants just say that Brother Jin is in the garden?

Little Lolita quickened her pace, and she didn't care about opening her umbrella, and ran directly into the crowd, "Brother Jin, Brother Jin."

A child's voice suddenly appeared in the air, and everyone looked back subconsciously.

I see.

A seven or eight-year-old child is running here.

"Grandma, aunt, aunt, why are you all crying?" Little Lolita looked at everyone strangely. Why, do the adults have weird expressions?

"Where's Brother Jin? Why didn't you see her?" Little Lolita looked around strangely.

Mo Qingyi couldn't hold back, and directly covered his mouth and began to cry.

"Auntie, did someone bully you?" Little Lolita pulled the corner of La Mo Qingyi's clothes, her big watery eyes were shining with concern.

As if Mo Qingyi couldn't bear the weight of his body, he knelt down on the ground, sobbing softly.

She didn't know how to answer the little loli's question.

Little Lolita had vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and then walked up to Chu Xiu, "Brother Xiu, where is Brother Jin? Where is she? Talk to me!"

Chu Xiu turned her face away, her lips trembled violently, she didn't want to look at Little Lolita, but tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Little Lolita panicked.

She then walked up to Mo Zhixuan, raised her eyes to look at him, "Uncle Mo, where's Brother Jin? Where's her? Why don't they talk?"

"I'm sorry," Mo Zhixuan said dryly, "Pengpeng, I lost Ah Jin..."

The little loli froze in place.

For a while, some couldn't digest the meaning of Mo Zhixuan's words.

She looked around blankly, trying to see Chu Jin, and suddenly, her eyes touched the ice coffin.

Little Lolita hurried over.

When she saw clearly the person lying in the ice coffin, she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it was because Mo Qianjue protected her too well. Little Lolita had no concept of life and death. She thought that Chu Jin was just asleep.

"Brother Jin, why are you sleeping here, get up quickly, Peng Peng is here to see you." Little Lolita patted the ice coffin vigorously.

But the people in the ice coffin did not respond at all.

"Brother Jin, wake up..." Little Lolita was anxious, and reached out to push the lid of the ice coffin.

When writing this chapter, Deyin was actually quite uncomfortable.

Ah Jin has carried too many things in his life.

Then.

Deyin is his real mother!

There is no doubt about this.