Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 53 Soul Enlightenment

"But Grandpa, that memory is too hard, I really can't move it." Lu Liang didn't dare to look up, but just covered his cheeks that had just become red and swollen, and his eyes fell on the Grandpa's brand new cloth shoes.

Copying and snooping are easy to deal with, but the modification issue is something I can't defeat this old man.

Lu Ci kept silent, hovered his right palm in the air, and then gently dropped it.

Tough, of course. His obsession with the history of humiliation and resistance in the past is the result of a soldier's strong character and iron will.

Yan Huan grabbed the small stool and sat in front of Mr. Chang's bed.

It's a bit too hard, old man. This is the art of soul enlightenment!
The old man's eyes were closed tightly, wrinkles were densely packed in the corners of his eyes, his eyelids rose and fell from time to time, and his body occasionally twitched, sometimes louder and sometimes softer, and when it was severe, it could even make the whole wooden bed shake.

“Kill…kill…kill!”

“Save...save...them...let’s go together, let’s go together..."

···
Yan Huan listened to the dream talk, not knowing what he was thinking. He turned around and asked Lu Liang, "What is the knot in Chang Lao's heart?"

The man with the pot-covered hair swallowed a mouthful of blood, staggered to his feet, and walked back to the bed.

"In the Battle of Taierzhuang, a team of 20 people fought against the Japanese invaders, and he was the only one who survived. During the Korean War, there was a shortage of cold-weather supplies, and most people only had thin cotton coats and trousers. Chang and his comrades huddled together to keep warm. One cold night, four of the six people who huddled together froze to death, and the last one froze beside him."

"Mr. Chang wants to rescue these people." Lu Liang bit his lip, hesitating to speak.

"No." Yan Huan shook his head. If that were the case, then the problem could be solved with a happy ending where a comrade returned. However, the soul-clarifying technique that touched this memory was pushed back, which meant that Chang Lao's wish was still in conflict with the fact that his comrade had passed away.

Could it be...
"Mr. Chang believed that the death of his comrades was sacrifice for the country and should be engraved on the monument for future generations to admire and remember. There was a sense of justice in their death, so even if the old man wanted his comrades to survive, he felt that he had no right to change their choices and endings."

"This little contradiction is knotted in my heart, and this is the symptom."

Lu Liang nodded heavily.

There is no need for this pot-head to say anything about the rest, Yan Huan can guess it roughly by himself.

War stress trauma means that the soul is left on the battlefield. Everything about the war is engraved in the bones of the patients. Even if they return to a peaceful life, the sound of breaking glass or the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground without warning can easily pull them back.

In addition, there are people who cannot get out of the shadow of the death of their comrades. The one who survives is the luckiest, but often also the most tragic.

Old Master Chang couldn't find a way out, and gradually, he made a decision, probably wanting to drown himself in the deep sea of ​​memories.

"I want to die in battle with my comrades." Yan Huan clenched his fists.

Lu Liang rubbed his red and swollen cheeks, spat a mouthful of blood to the side, and said something shocking.

"So I tried to make the memory go to the ending of everyone being killed, but the partial transformation also failed."

Yan Huan raised her eyebrows slightly.

To be honest, even if there was no false accusation of Lu Huan's murder, Lu Liang would probably still choose to join "Quan Xing" without hesitation. Just for this kind of willful attitude, he deserves a slap in the face from Lu Ci.

If the transformation of that memory is completed, it is estimated that Mr. Chang will never be able to open his eyes again.

"This old man is a bit too stubborn. I have never encountered such a person before. When I peeked into his memory, I clearly noticed that there was something wrong with one part." "At that time, the war was intense and both sides had no time to take care of the battlefield. Chang Lao crawled out from the pile of dead bodies and seemed to be dragging the bodies of his comrades to look for something. But before that, I didn't notice that there were any extra things in his memory."

"It was as if the thing he was looking for appeared out of thin air."

Wood Spirit Bifang···
Lu Liang explained patiently, but Yan Huan also knew that these words were half spoken to himself and half to Lu Ci.

As for the younger generations of the Lu family, each one is more gifted than the other in understanding the "Soul Enlightenment Art". Lu Ci appears to be a bit ruthless on the surface, but in his heart he has an extremely strong desire to see the Lu family prosper. Lu Liang, as the great-grandson, knows this and has to give his grandfather some feedback on his cultivation.

But it was obvious that he disappointed his grandfather today.

It's not just disappointment in terms of techniques, but also disappointment in terms of character and personality.

"Master, there's really nothing we can do. We can only break it down and start over..."

"No!" Yan Huan said, "There is another way. Send me in."

"Ah?" Lu Liang was stunned.

"The Lu family is more knowledgeable about soul-clearing techniques, but sorcerers are more knowledgeable about the connection between heaven, earth and all things. Elder Chang is simply suffering from a problem with the 'spirit' among the three treasures. Dealing with lost spirits is a sorcerer's specialty. Even if they are two different 'spirits' of living people, as long as a medium appears, we can build a bridge between them."

Yan Huan said, since it is impossible to blast Chang Lao's "spirit" out of the body by blowing air, then try another method and let himself in.

When a person is alive, the restriction of "essence" on "spirit" is too great for a sorcerer. The "soul-clarifying technique" that can affect the memory regardless of the person's life or death just makes up for this.

clatter! clatter! clatter!
Lu Ci tapped the eight-immortals table with his fingers, and his scarred eyes opened slightly.

"What do you think, Patriarch Lu, would you be willing to let this kid lend a helping hand?" Yan said with a smile.

"I've already said that since Brother Chong Qingsong has saved dozens of Japanese lives, there's no reason for me not to help him. But this is related to the innate magic of our clan, so we have to be on guard. If you hide your hand and can analyze the structure of the magic, then my Lu family will suffer a great loss, and maybe we will fight to the death at that time."

"So before we do anything, let me have a few words with this useless great-grandson. Lu Liang, come here! Let's go out and talk."

Yan laughed and made a "go ahead" gesture.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes. Are they here to play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?
Even some great masters who founded various schools in ancient times might not be able to decompose the structure of magic. How can such an unreliable reason be spoken so openly?
Yan Huan thought to herself, maybe this old guy still doesn't trust her, and wanted Lu Liang to tamper with her memory when establishing the connection.

"What a pity! If it was a 'Ruyi Jin' that could exert energy on the surrounding environment, I would be looking forward to it."

Forget about the soul-clarifying technique.

The only thing Yan Huan was not afraid of was anyone tampering with his memory. To be frank, even if everyone from Lujia Village came over, they might not be able to change his memory Qi ball in the slightest.

"Okay, let's get started. This is a good opportunity for me to see the sorcerer's skills." Lu Ci patted Lu Liang's shoulder and pushed him forward.

When the guy with the pot-cover hair came closer, Yan Huan lowered his head and whispered something in his ear.

Lu Liang's body stiffened, and he turned to look at the grandfather who had returned to the armchair. Lu Ci remained calm, still looking relaxed with his eyes closed.

Are there also memories that my Lu family’s “Soul-Clearing Technique” cannot bear to see?
Just give it a try!
(End of this chapter)