{Past Life} Little Plane

[Past Life] If you want to know the cause of a past life, the recipient in this life is. If you want to know the result of the next life, the author in this life is. The world is inherently full of cause and effect; on the path of reincarnation, many people carrying attachments from past lives have plunged into the mortal world. Repeating this many times, each beginning is a zero, yet the ending echoes that attachment from afar. No matter whose past life or past life was one, there is always a cause. The seven emotions and six desires, birth, aging, sickness, and death—these are the thoughts one should have in the world. Goodness does not necessarily come after goodness, but it does not mean there is no goodness afterward; the time has not yet come. All matters, big and small, have a fixed number; this cause must have corresponding results. Anything beyond this fixed number is called defying heaven.

You are on the execution ground, your head instantly looked down. In that instant, you saw him—he rushed over, one of his shoes gone missing, looking utterly disheveled. The butler who followed closely behind, panting heavily, lifted the missing shoe, talking about something. What he saw was the end of your previous life, your head falling to the ground. He lunged onto the execution ground, crazily dragging your head to your neck, muttering, "Be good, it's okay. I can turn the clouds and rain, and I can restore you too. It's okay. It's okay." "
From the moment the head was taken, from the moment you landed until now, only a few breaths passed before your soul could leave your body. You were trapped in a lifeless body as a soul, watching the man who once made you walk through fire and water. Seeing the marks left by his tearful crying hanging on his face, expressionless, you clearly saw the word 'obsession.' Listening to him keep saying it's okay, you couldn't help but laugh at the strange feeling. Before you were beheaded, you had already seen two people standing together among the crowd. They were identical in stature, expressionless, pale faces, and looked at everything as if they were lifeless, without emotion. You had hoped he might come, even if you heard him say sorry and couldn't save you, you could have died with a smile. When you saw these two, your heart became completely stagnant. Everything in the world has its own destiny; these two were not ordinary people—they were probably ghosts of the underworld. It seemed his lifespan was truly over; there was no time left. This time, he had truly reached the end.You saw him being dragged away from the execution ground. He had long been in a daze, allowing others to pull him, yet he kept repeating, 'It's alright,' as if possessed. Your head was continually held by his trusted aides, never separated from your body, sewn back on by a specialist, placed in a coffin, and buried in the Gray Head Mountain, where commoners are usually interred. Initially, a gravestone was considered, but weighing the pros and cons, none was erected; it was simply buried underground.

In the darkness, you saw those two again, completely unaffected by the soil, standing there as if in a void. They looked at you, and after an indeterminate time, the one with the red belt said, 'Go back and check the Book of Life and Death, what's going on.' The one with the green belt nodded and disappeared. Soon after, they reappeared in the same spot. 'Her name has vanished. The King instructed us no need to wait. Go back.' The red belt nodded, and together with the green belt, disappeared.

Much later, you thought. You tried multiple times to separate from this body, but still couldn't. Suddenly, you felt a ray of light piercing through. It grew brighter and brighter, and you saw, under the reflection of the countless stars, a delicate, ethereal face, followed by a Daoist robe and a sword strapped to the back. He seemed to exert all his strength to move the coffin lid and sat aside, breathing heavily.

'Hey, come out. Actually, you could have come out a long time ago. It's just that this seal is too difficult to break; it took me several days as well.'

You tried to move, and indeed, with ease, you floated out. You stood at a height, looking down at the Daoist, your corpse, and the coffin covered in peculiar purple-gold runes, puzzled.

'You don't even thank me for letting you out. This Seventh Prince really has some skills—he can even keep a master of such ancient sealing techniques under his wing. Is he going to rebel?' The Daoist patted his mud-stained clothes and looked up at you. 'Standing that high isn't tiring? Come down, come down.'

You floated down, landing on the ground, feeling even more puzzled.

'Alright, alright, no need to rush. We'll take it slow. I know what you're going to ask. You're saying it's a dark, windy night, and today's moon is also a crescent, right? For a Daoist like me to come to this desolate mountain wilderness to dig a grave isn't easy, right? I need to rest first, okay? Then we'll go to my place and talk. Ah, yes, I must restore this place to its original state first, otherwise my master will blame me. Amitabha, Amitabha.'You watched him talking to himself, constantly claiming to be a practitioner of the Way, yet repeatedly chanting Amitabha Buddha. He sealed coffins in one place, filled soil in another, and then replanted the small grass that had been moved aside just now without damaging its roots. With his hands pressed together, he chanted 'Amitabha Buddha.' Then he turned to look at you, waved his hand in front of your eyes, which you had been staring at, and said, 'Are you silly?'

'The lighting isn't good today. I'll look at your appearance again when we get back. Don't be too scary, may the ancestor master bless you.' He fumbled in his chest pocket for quite a while, finally pulling out a piece of gold paper, tore it in half, took out a fine brush with red hairs, licked the tip with his tongue, and scribbled the characters 'Earth Escape' on the gold paper in a crooked manner. Then he looked up and smiled at you, 'Hehe, done, come over.' You walked over, puzzled—why didn't this Taoist charge you, or perform a ritual to liberate you? He handed you one of the two pieces he had written, and you took it. Then he said to you, 'Remember, hold my hand tightly in a moment, don't let go, or else I'll have to find you again and dig you up.' You nodded. Naturally, you held his hand. At that moment, the person who had said those words shivered, 'Forgot you were a woman! Ah, what should I do? Never mind, never mind, I've already broken all the precepts I was supposed to, so one more won't matter.' After muttering to himself, he made a hand gesture. You heard a whooshing sound, and soon it stopped. You patted off non-existent dirt from your body and saw him collapse to the ground, coughing incessantly. You looked up and saw that you were actually inside a small bamboo house. It wasn't very delicate, but quite charming.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his coughing, then turned to wave at you. Clearly, he had no strength left to speak. You followed him inside. Above the front door was a talisman; you glanced at it and then entered. He widened his eyes at you, muttering anxiously, 'Defying heaven, defying heaven.'

You and he went upstairs. He sat down and poured a cup of tea for you. You sat in a chair made of bamboo as well and reached out to take it. He lit a candle and sat down, carefully observing you.

You could see calmness in your eyes and a faint chill in your phoenix-like gaze, with a palm-sized face, long black hair like ink, wearing a purple robe—looking like an immortal.

'What is your name?'

'I don't have a name.'"You don't want to bring up the name from your past life. So you spoke softly.\ "Shall I give you one, how about it?" He looked at you with anticipation. You nodded.\ "Look, look, you were dug out by me, right? I broke the seal, right? You are also starting a new life, right? Then let's go with my surname. My surname is Fang, I'm called Fang Chen, you will be called Fang Yu, Fang Yu. 'Yu' as in feather."\ "Why the character 'Yu'?"\ "Because it suits you, hehe."\ "Okay." You nodded. "Is there a mirror? I want to see what I look like now."\ Fang Chen hesitated a little and said, "It's not that I don't want to show you, ordinary mirrors simply cannot reflect you. You don't belong to the Three Realms, so the mirrors within the Three Realms naturally can't reflect you. Tomorrow, after the sun rises, I will take you to Mingjing Lake. Legend has it that the lake was formed from Pangu's left eye after he created the world. It can reflect all truth. However, for ordinary people, they will see their own sins, or some things they don't want to see or face. You are a rare Purple Spirit of the world; I don't know if it will also show those things for you. But your appearance can definitely be seen in the reflection."\ You nodded. "Why did you rescue me from the soil?"\ "Ah haha, finally we reached this topic? This will take a long story. It is said that the subordinates of the Seventh Prince, probably seeing you as an unusual corpse and fearing unforeseen events, used the most powerful sealing technique, the Purple Seal. It ranks among the sealing techniques of ancient spellcraft. And as for you, indeed you are different from ordinary people, but not yet abnormal enough to become a zombie. Their caution shaped you into the form you have now. I only heard a very long time ago, when my master was still alive, that in ancient times, many deities used secret techniques to kill their trusted subordinates, yet the soul and body could exist as two states in the same space. Using sealing techniques, the body absorbs the power of the seal, giving birth to a new spirit. These spirits have many types, for example, you, a Purple Spirit, belong to the superior spirits. The characteristic of a Purple Spirit is precisely like you. That secret technique has been lost for thousands of years, and your existence is purely by chance. It is extremely difficult to find a spirit that does not belong to the Three Realms; finding you is my fortune. Mainly, I want you to help with something. Can your spiritual power spare a little for me, hehe? I need to use it as a key to open my great-grandmaster Yuehua Mansion and rescue my senior brother.""To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode."