Chapter 12 — Christmas Fairy Tale at Ma Palace

Thien Quan immediately spoke: "The Dong Hai dragon vein is related to the water fortune of the entire Four Seas, Demon Venerable cannot act rashly." His father looked at him.

"This deity hasn't moved yet, are you already scared?"

Thien Quan gritted his teeth.

“If the dragon veins break, the coastal creatures will suffer.”

The royal father smiled faintly.

"So in the past, when you crushed her coffin and poured it into the dragon vein, did you think about the suffering souls?"

Thien Quan's throat was blocked, he couldn't utter a single word. The white-bearded old man stood up with difficulty using his cane. He seemed to have lost half his life, but his voice still tried to remain calm.

“Let's go to Dong Hai and see first.”

"If it's really a reincarnated soul, forcefully removing Tran Uyen Moc will only cause her more pain."

The royal father coldly shouted: "Do you also have the right to say the word pain?" The old man lowered his eyes.

“The old man is not worthy.”

“But this old man knows how to verify the old ban on loinclothing.”

The emperor did not immediately agree. The person just bowed his head and looked at me. My hand still points straight out of the temple. Actually, we don't know where Dong Hai is. I also don't understand what dragon veins are. But that soft cry became clearer and clearer. It was like there was a small child immersed in cold water, trembling and calling my name. Billion. Billion. I shivered coldly. His father's arms immediately tightened. Thieu Dieu stood outside the formation, three meters away from me, and suddenly raised his hand. Kim Van's broken part on his wrist glowed slightly.

“I can bring the water mirror.”

The royal father's eyes flashed coldly.

“You just stayed, and already you want to use the Celestial Clan's magic in the Demon Palace?”

Thieu Dieu lowered his voice and replied: "It's not the magic of the Celestial Clan."

"It's the Golden Van Protecting Compassion associated with Chieu Seal."

“What she hears, I can use the Golden Van to illuminate.”

Before my father could speak, the small seal between my eyebrows suddenly flashed. A thin ray of golden light flew out from my forehead and landed on Thieu Dieu's wrist. Thieu Dieu lightly snorted, then staggered to his knees. His father angrily shouted: "Chieu Chieu!" I was also startled. I just want to see that crying child. But that ray of light illuminated the traces of the black well in the middle of the main hall. On the traces of the well mouth appears a layer of water. The water color is getting darker and darker. Finally, it turns into a glass surface reflecting the undulating seabed. In the mirror is the abyss below the Dong Hai dragon palace. A giant strip of blue dragon veins curled up on the bottom of the sea, its body covered with white sealing nails. Right where the dragon's heart was, a dark gap opened. Next to the gap is a section of Tran Uyen Moc that has been broken in half. In the log there was a soaking wet child sitting. It looks like it's only about three or four years old. Her hair stuck to her face like seaweed. But the word Chieu on his forehead was bright red and dazzling. It didn't cry out loud. But the tears kept rolling down drop by drop, falling into the sea water, turning into black peach blossoms. The God of the East Sea stood far away, so afraid that he did not dare to come closer. The child suddenly raised his head. Through the glass, it sees me. At that moment, my eyelids felt like they were gently pricked by a needle. The child moved his lips. The voice from the mirror transmitted all the way to the Demon Palace.

“Sister.”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a sheet of paper. His father's breathing slowed down in the blink of an eye. These The mother's fingers tightly grasped my diaper. Thieu Dieu looked at the child, Kim Van's eyes trembled slightly. Thien Quan's face turned pale, as if he finally understood that everything was beyond just handing over a piece or two of Tran Uyen Moc. The white-bearded old man trembled and asked: "Who are you?" The child in the glass did not look at him. It just looks at me.

“Sister.”

“It's so cold.”

I suddenly burst into tears. I don't know why I'm crying. But as soon as he spoke coldly, I immediately felt like I had been immersed in the bottom of the East Sea for countless years. His father waved his hand, trying to break the glass. But the mother-in-law stopped her.

“Let Chieu Chieu see it all.”

His father's voice was hoarse.

“She will be in pain.”

The mother looked at me.

“But without watching, she still hurts.”

The child in the glass slowly stood up. The dragon vein behind it immediately let out a painful roar. The child bent down and caressed the veins.

“It also hurts.”

Then he pointed at his chest.

"Here, there are nails."

“Sister, spit it out for me.”

The Dong Hai Gods knelt down in panic.

“No way!”

“That's Tran Hai Dinh.”

“If you spit it out, the Dong Hai river will definitely be in chaos.”

The royal father coldly looked into the mirror.

“So you guys used her soul to make pins for dragon veins.”

The Dong Hai God's face turned gray.

“This lord doesn't know that it's the spirit wood of his little highness.”

The child in the glass suddenly turned to look at him. Those eyes were empty and lifeless.

“You know.”

The Dong Hai Divine Monarch stiffened. The child whispered: "Every day you hear me cry."

"You said, just try to hold back a little."

In the main hall, the demon generals' swords were pulled out of their sheaths inch by inch. The emperor's father said every word: "Dong Hai, this deity is engraved in my heart." At that moment, another alarm flew in from outside the palace.

“Your Majesty!”

“Something happened to the Snow North Palace too!”

"The fetus was buried in Tran Uyen wood shavings. Just now he opened his mouth to talk!"

My heart hurts so much. The Dong Hai child in the glass also turned his head and looked towards the North. The next moment, an extremely fragile sound echoed from the depths of the wind and snow.

“A Chieu sister.”

“Why don't you need us?”

14

The words "Why don't you need us" are like a tiny needle piercing straight into my heart. Apparently I was only born a few days ago. Don't know how to go yet. Don't know who they are either. But when we hear that sentence, we suddenly feel like we have done something wrong for a long, long time. I curled up in my father's arms, sobbing softly. Father bowed his head to comfort me. His voice was both stiff and heavy.

“It's not your fault.”

“Did Chieu Chieu hear that?”

“It's not your fault.”

The queen mother also rubbed her forehead against my face.

“They are in pain because someone harmed them.”

“It's not because Chieu Chieu doesn't need them.”

But the sound from Bac Hoang still echoed intermittently in the snowstorm.

“Sister.”

“It's so dark.”

“It's so cold.”

“They buried me.”

Thieu Dieu stood three meters outside the formation, his face even paler than before. The Kim Van on his wrist was torn by two calls, and the crack split a little more. The white-bearded old man saw it and immediately raised his staff seal it for him. But Thieu Dieu dodged.

“Don't seal it.”

“If sealed, she won't be able to hear their location.”

The royal father coldly glanced at him.

“Do you want to use your own life to guide them?”

Thieu Dieu lowered his voice and replied: "If you don't lead the way, they will find you themselves." This statement made everyone silent. I still don't understand what "find her yourself" means. But in the next moment, the baby Dong Hai in the glass suddenly pressed close to the mirror. Its face was pressed close to the glass. Empty eyes stared at me.

“Sister.”

“Can I go over there?”

The glass surface rippled with waves. His father swung his sword and slashed upward once. The glass cracked with a black line. The shocked Dong Hai child was thrown back next to the dragon vein, but the word Chieu on his forehead became even redder. It doesn't cry or fuss. Just curled up on my knees and snuggled into Tran Uyen Moc.

“My sister won't let me pass.”

I frantically reached out my hand.

“No…”

The royal father held my small hand.

“We can't let it get here.”

I look at you. His father's eyes were filled with suppressed anger and fear.

“Chieu Chieu, he is not a normal child.”

“On its body it carries the remains of my soul, and also the debt of the Dong Hai dragon vein.”

“Once it comes close to you, the debt will also come close to you.”

The white-bearded old man whispered: "Demon Venerable is right."

“The remnants of the wood fetus cannot enter within three meters of the subject.”

“Otherwise Chieu Seal will mistakenly think it is the soul returning to the place.”

“The more souls return, the faster the door will awaken.”

The mother looked towards the ancestor.

“So how to save them?”

The old man was silent. The royal father laughed faintly.

“There is no other way?”

The old man grasped the staff tightly.

“There is a way.”

“But it's very difficult.”

Thien Quan immediately frowned.

“Old Ancestor.”

The white-bearded old man didn't pay any attention to him.

“Using the Seal as the master, not collecting souls, only giving names.”

“So that each remnant soul of the wood fetus can have its own name.”

“Once they have a name, they will no longer just cling to the word Chieu.”

“Having a name, they can temporarily escape the debt.”

The Great Hall momentarily fell into silence. General Huu Ma said in a deep voice: "Giving names to the remnant souls means recognizing them as independent souls."

“Dragon veins of the East Sea, spiritual fetuses of the North Hoang, gates of heaven, long lights, all must give place to that soul.”

Thien Quan's face was unsightly.

“That will shake all the seals everywhere.”

His father coldly interrupted: "Then let it shake."