Stop In The Deep Sea

Wang Xin came to the bathroom. After draining the water, he stood in front of the mirror and found a purple vertical line on his neck.

This vertical line extends from the lower jaw to the middle of the collarbone.

"Holy crap, isn't this the classic symbol of those spirited guys from hundreds of years ago?"

He has been working hard in the short video field for six or seven years, and of course he knows the history. It seems that it was the era when short videos were just emerging, and technology had not yet exploded.

At that time, many young people became rich overnight by relying on short videos. Some young boys among them had a vertical line tattooed on their necks to show their "power".

Until now, you can still find videos about them on some archaeological accounts. Wang Xin remembered that he came across one a few days ago, and he seemed to be called "the youngest general in history."

Wang Xin dipped his hand in water and wiped it gently on his neck, but no matter how he did it, the purple vertical line remained motionless, really like a tattoo.

"How could something that was popular hundreds of years ago appear on me? What is this? Renaissance?"

There were only two people in the villa. Could it be that Dai Xingyue gave him the tattoo while he was sleeping?

No, she shouldn't be that boring.

When I was wondering, a strong smell of Chinese medicine came from downstairs.

Wang Xin went downstairs and saw Dai Xingyue decoction.

"You are weak now. It's better to rest more. Let me help you." Wang Xin stepped forward and snatched the casserole from Dai Xingyue's hand.

In the pot, the black medicinal soup was bubbling.

The strange thing is that there is no fire source under the casserole, but an ordinary A4 paper.

It's just that I don't know what kind of special paint is used to depict a formation on the paper, and blazing flames are constantly spraying out from the formation.

"Awesome, is this also witchcraft?" Wang Xin asked in surprise.

Dai Xingyue's face recovered a little, and was no longer as pale as yesterday. She explained in a deep voice: "The fire on the gas stove is too small, and the medicine boiled out is not strong enough. This is the soul fire of the Miao people, which is what you call it. The true fire of samadhi.”

In ancient Chinese legends, the Samadhi True Fire is a taboo object that can burn all things. The upper part is the king's fire, the middle is the minister's fire, and the bottom is the people's fire. It is mentioned in many cultural allusions.

For example, in the well-known "Journey to the West", Taishang Laojun, Honghai'er and Pleiades Star Officer all know this spell.

It has been passed down to modern times that only some esoteric cults hidden in the mountains can master this magical technique. Unexpectedly, the Miao people also practice it, but they just changed their name and called it "Soul Fire".

"Although I also practice ancient martial arts, I still don't quite understand the witchcraft of your Miao people. It feels a bit contrary to current science." Wang Xin scratched his head and laughed.

"Witchcraft or ancient martial arts, they are all just interpreting the world from different perspectives." Dai Xingyue sat on the sofa.

Wang Xin strongly agrees with this statement.

The world originally operates in many ways, just like the current Mimic, which does not conflict with the ancient martial arts.

"Then can you cast poison?" Wang Xin asked tentatively, keeping an eye on Dai Xingyue from the corner of his eye.

He was actually a little panicked. After all, something very embarrassing happened when the two of them first met. Now that the black cat was sacrificed to save him, Wang Xin himself couldn't stand it anymore and wouldn't play a trick on him. Even if you play, I feel sorry for my identity as a descendant of the Miao ethnic group.

To Wang Xin's surprise, Dai Xingyue shook his head.

"The art of Gu was lost hundreds of years ago."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Dai Xingyue continued: "There are many types of wizards now. For example, the 'Bone Witches' of the Yuanling lineage can exorcise corpses, the 'Medical Witches' of the Luxi lineage are good at healing, and the 'Spirit Witches' of our Donghe lineage can 'You believe in the power of the soul."

Hearing Dai Xingyue mention the soul, Wang Xin remembered that after revising the "Great Heaven Sutra", he could open his inner vision and enter the sea of ​​consciousness. Perhaps this was similar to the soul power believed in by the spirit shaman. .

There are also Yuxi who is sealed in the bronze tiles and the black cat who temporarily lives in Wang Xin's sea of ​​consciousness. They should all be in a soul state.

After a while, the medicine was finally cooked. Wang Xin poured it into a bowl and gave it to Dai Xingyue.

"Drink it, be careful not to burn it."

"Thanks."

Dai Xingyue took the medicine and accidentally saw the purple vertical line on Wang Xin's neck. He was suddenly startled. The medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a thud and broke into several pieces. The brown medicine soup splashed all over. Everywhere.

Wang Xin thought she was too weak to hold it steady, but when he looked up, Dai Xingyue was staring at his neck in shock.

"Oh, by the way, I was just about to ask you, did you use witchcraft to get this line on my neck?"

Dai Xingyue seemed not to hear, his eyes were empty, his expression was dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Xin bent down and waved his hand in front of her, bringing her thoughts back to reality.

But for some reason, her face was flushed, as charming as if she had been drunk.

"Is this fate?" She lowered her head, fiddled with her hanging hair, and murmured to herself.

Wang Xin was very depressed. From the first time he came into contact with him until now, Dai Xingyue always spoke half of his words and hesitated, which was very annoying.

Although this fits her cold personality, it really makes others uncomfortable.

When he looked up at Wang Xin again, there was a hint of confusion in Dai Xingyue's eyes.

"In our Donghe lineage belief, there is a saying of soul bond. According to legend, people who are selected by the 'spiritual master' will have this mark on their chin. But you are not a Miao nationality, and you don't have Chi You's true blood in your body, so I Don’t take what you say seriously.”

The Spiritual Lord is an existence that many people in Xiangxi believe in, which is somewhat similar to gods in other faiths.

The witchcraft of Dong He lineage uses the soul as the medium and borrows the power of the spirit master. Therefore, there are many mysterious legends about the spirit master.

"Oh, there is another theory." Wang Xin responded politely, but in fact, he did not agree with Xiao Yue's explanation of this tattoo.

Because he felt that the purple mark that suddenly appeared on his body was definitely not some soul bond of the Miao people.

In the past twenty years since he was born, except for Dai Xingyue, he has never had any contact with the Miao people. He has never even been to western Hunan. How could he be selected by some "spiritual master".

But Dai Xingyue knew very well that this tattoo was the bond of the soul.

She only told half of the story about the origin of the purple line. In fact, it will continue to appear on both wrists in the future. The first tattoo on the lower jaw is just a test for the chosen one by the "Spirit Master". When the time comes, the remaining two tattoos will appear at the same time.

What really made her blush was that if Wang Xin passed the spirit master's test, he would have a soul bond with the Miao goddess, which translated into Mandarin means - get married.

And she, Dai Xingyue, is the contemporary goddess of the Miao people!