Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin Chapter Ch164.2 - System vs. System (14.2): Making things difficult, eternal life, a thousand years

Chapter Ch164.2 - System vs. System (14.2): Making things difficult, eternal life, a thousand years of friendship

Translator: kiribold
editor: yoantlers
In fact, for the mountain ghost, Su Ji, her chance encounter with the Goddess Cheng Wuyun was nothing dramatic.
In the beginning, it was just one person who met another person.
Cheng Wuyun was a female cultivator who came from a noble family. But she studied Daoism by herself and became a wandering cultivator. Because of her outstanding talent and beautiful appearance, people who had met her were more likely to call her “Goddess” rather than “Daoist Master Cheng” or “Wuyun-Jun.”
One day a thousand years ago, Cheng Wuyun passed the Mountain of Time and Rain. She heard that there was a ghost on the mountain, so she climbed the mountain to find out.
It was a starry night at that time, and Su Ji had just obtained a pair of beautiful eyes—so beautiful that they shouldn’t have belonged to a disciple with such a filthy heart.
Sitting on a rock among the bamboo forests in the mountains, she played the bamboo flute, enjoying the pleasure of her short-lived vision.
She saw Cheng Wuyun, and Cheng Wuyun also saw her.
Su Ji put down the bamboo flute and looked at her dumbly.
She was a girl from a small place. She had never seen the world or read a book. Cheng Wuyun was wearing a green dress and held a sword. She has an extraordinary temperament. For a moment, she felt that she really saw a celestial fairy.
The fairy had come to take her.
Su Ji stared blankly at Cheng Wuyun, watching her walk step by step in front of her.
Su Ji was a little flustered. “I, I’m Su…”
Her deceased father named her Su Niang, but everyone increasingly distorted the truth, and the news spread. They disliked her real name for being too soft. It didn’t sound as charming as the more ghostly name, Su Ji.
Cheng Wuyun walked up to her frankly, stretched out her hand, and gently caressed her long hair that hadn’t been washed for a long time. The strands were knotted in front of her eyes, covered with dust and mud but very soft.
This ghost’s body wasn’t heavy with hostility. She had clear grievances, never harmed good people, and could still be enlightened.
Because of her deep resentment before death, the resentment would damage every pair of stolen eyes in her body before long.
It was just that everyone was afraid and added fuel to the fire, which made her bear a lot of false infamy, even blaming her for the drought in the past year.
Cheng Wuyun stroked her hair and asked, “There are deer in the mountains, why don’t you use their eyes?”
Su Ji whispered, “They can’t hunt and live without their eyes.”
Cheng Wuyun smiled gently, and her eyes curled up. She was beautiful.
Su Ji blinked her eyes with fading vision and said enviously, “Your eyes are so beautiful.”
Cheng Wuyun asked, “Do you want them?”
Su Ji shook her head. “I don’t want.” She wanted to look at these eyes, to keep looking forever.
It was probably the fate between people. She saw Cheng Wuyun for the first time, and she liked her very much. She felt that she was a kind and good person, so she couldn’t help staring at her, wanting to take another look and another.
Cheng Wuyun took out a small white bottle of heavenly nectar from her bag, and slowly dripped the spiritual dew inside into Su Ji’s eyes. This was the treasure that her Shifu gave her before she left the mountain. A drop could be worth a hundred gold.
Su Ji’s eyes instantly became clear.
Cheng Wuyun said, “Use these eyes well in the future, don’t harm others.”
Cheng Wuyun wanted to leave, but Su Ji stopped her from going.
Cheng Wuyun looked at the dirty girl before her, feeling like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I seriously want to go. Miss, please.”
Su Ji fiercely said, “Don’t go.”
Cheng Wuyun: “Miss, I must travel, this is my teacher’s order and I can’t disobey.”
Su Ji: “What do you do when you travel?”
Cheng Wuyun: “Travel the world, gain knowledge, eliminate evil demons, subdue evil spirits, or eat some delicious food.”
Su Ji played a scoundrel and said, “If you leave, I will go catch people down the mountain, and I’ll eat them.”
Cheng Wuyun had a deep family background. Most of the people she had contact with were elegant and talented women. She had never been entangled by a shrewd girl from the countryside. Fortunately, she had never been bad-tempered, so she asked, “Why?”
Su Ji said, “Then you’ll come to get rid of me, and I will see you again.”
This little devil’s strange words amused Cheng Wuyun. She said, “Don’t talk nonsense. Be a good ghost. The Dao is the Dao, ghosts also. Study spiritual practice well. Be good-hearted. You can also achieve the Dao.”
Su Ji said, “I don’t want to achieve the Dao, I want to follow you.”
She added, “Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”
Cheng Wuyun was new to the world and didn’t understand human feelings very well. She didn’t expect to risk being haunted by a ghost. She sat beside this little ghost and spent half the night with her agonizing, but she still couldn’t think of a good way to take her away.
She died here. She was a spirit bound by the earth. If she was forcibly taken away, she would die a second time and become ashes.
She had no choice but to sneak away when Su Ji fell asleep.
Obviously, she was doing a good thing to accumulate blessings, but doing it like a thief, Cheng Wuyun was also a little melancholy.
But after a mile from the Mountain of Time and Rain, from the shadows not far behind, she picked up the small Su Ji whose soul was near scattering.
Su Ji was still a child when she died. The lonely days in the mountains and forests made her a little more stubborn and animalistic. Whoever treated her well, she was willing to follow.
Cheng Wuyun couldn’t bear to see her die like this. She took the risk of letting her live in her body and finally saved her little life.
If Cheng Wuyun’s shixiong and Shifu were here, they would probably scold her for being crazy and for sharing a body with a little ghost of unknown origin.
Fortunately, Su Ji was very well-behaved.
During the drought, she picked up a woman who died of starvation as a body. She resurrected the corpse and became a human again.
People had hunger, thirst, and all kinds of pain and suffering. It was challenging to list all of them, but Su Ji still happily put on new clothes and twirled around in front of Cheng Wuyun.
Cheng Wuyun asked her, “Was it bad to use the same body as me?”
Su Ji put her hands behind her back and asked her in return, “Aren’t you tired of carrying me on your back?”
Cheng Wuyun touched Su Ji’s head, and she also bowed her head to receive.
They were master and servant. At least, that’s how Su Ji defined their relationship after fumbling with the rules of the human world that she hadn’t touched for a long time.
Su Ji had no spiritual power, so Cheng Wuyun accompanied her from behind and walked slowly.
The two went to many places. Su Ji helped wash Cheng Wuyun’s face, comb Cheng Wuyun’s hair, grind ink and hold her sword. When Cheng Wuyun wouldn’t allow her, she secretly did it, and would also steal Cheng Wuyun’s books to read.
She couldn’t read the words, so she followed Cheng Wuyun’s likeness, turning page by page and guessing page by page. Cheng Wuyun saw her like this and felt a little distressed, so she read to her. Over time, she learned to read and write a little bit.
She was a little wild dog that grew up in the countryside, died in the mountains, and was finally picked up and brought home. She tried to slowly domesticate herself, to make herself cuter and tamer, so that she would be easier to care for.
She wanted to be with her all the time, so she wanted to be better.
However, things are always impermanent.
After traveling with Su Ji for five years, Cheng Wuyun met her own calamity.
Cheng Wuyun could transcend the world, but she couldn’t transcend herself.
She fell in love with a young man from an aristocratic family.
If it were only an unrequited infatuation, it would just be the story of a goddess who had desire but couldn’t achieve the dream.
That nobleman was very much a rake, but he was very good to Cheng Wuyun. Su Ji was also happy to see this by her side.
She never expected to monopolize Cheng Wuyun. She was just a servant and, at most, a friend. As long as Cheng Wuyun was happy, she would be happy.
Like most wealthy people, the young master was interested in Daoism and wanted to seek immortality. Thus, Cheng Wuyun taught him how to do basic meditation, but he was more interested in refining elixir pills.
He had a childish personality. Like Su Ji, he always loved to pester people, so Cheng Wuyun also loved the house and the crow, and always followed him. She told him all kinds of alchemy secrets and explained that he must not spread it.
The man laughed and said, “I just want to live forever with you, how could I spread it around?”
But an immortal elixir that can reach the heavens in one step doesn’t exist in the world.
And those who can ascend to heaven in one step often use evil methods.
And the nobleman’s interest had never been those medicinal pills that could only prolong life a little bit.
In his backroom, in addition to the white rose that was Cheng Wuyun, there was also a poisonous red rose, beautiful and charming, and how luscious she was compared to Cheng Wuyun was unknown.
The young master and the demonic cultivator only saw Cheng Wuyun but never put the little maid Su Ji in their eyes.
When they successfully deceived Cheng Wuyun’s trust, achieved seven days of yin and yang harmony, and took out her refined golden core from the furnace, the maid would be useless. They only had to give her some poison, falsely claim that she dropped dead, wrap her in a rolled-up grass mat, and throw her deep into the mountains.
Their plan went well. Cheng Wuyun was drugged and suffered while moaning. She resisted frantically, but the jealous female demonic cultivator smashed half of her face.
Su Ji had long regarded the young master as Cheng Wuyun’s husband-to-be. He managed to transfer her away in advance to deliver letters to a neighboring city for him, and the round trip took almost seven days.
Su Ji missed Cheng Wuyun, bought her a beautiful rouge, and traveled day and night before rushing back in the early morning of the seventh day.
But in the Daoist temple where Cheng Wuyun and the man stayed, she couldn’t find Cheng Wuyun anywhere.
She asked a Daoist nun, “Excuse me, have you seen Miss Cheng?”
The Daoist nun nodded, took her to the woodshed in the backyard, directly locked her up, and reported to him, asking how to deal with her. Should she be fed poison or have someone beat her to death with a stick?
Cheng Wuyun, who was in the furnace room, vaguely heard the Daoist nun’s report in a daze.
The young master and the demonic cultivator only thought great things were about to be completed. No one believed that Cheng Wuyun would desperately escape on the seventh day when the alchemy pills were about to be completed.
Cheng Wuyun, in ragged clothes, stumbled all the way to the woodshed, running while using her power to force out her inner golden core.
There was absolutely no way to escape with her currently damaged cultivation base.
At least she could protect Su Ji, whom she picked up from the Mountain of Time and Rain. The little girl who had accompanied her for five years.
She tried her best to break the lock with her bare hands and grabbed Su Ji, who was huddled in the corner before the demonic cultivator caught up to her.
Su Ji was still holding the box of rouge in her hand, and when she saw Cheng Wuyun’s appearance, she was shocked and scared. “Miss Cheng?! You are…”
Cheng Wuyun hugged her, covered her mouth, and fed her flowing alchemic core into Su Ji’s mouth from her palm.
Pressed against Su Ji’s ear, she said, “You are well. Be well.”
After saying that, Cheng Wuyun, who lost her inner alchemy and was seriously injured, took her last breath and died.
The demonic cultivator chased after her. Seeing that the inner core that was about to be at hand was missing, she was furious. She swiped Su Ji’s neck with a sword, stabbed her corpse several times, and cut open her stomach, but found that the inner alchemy wasn’t there. Only then was she discouraged and thought Cheng Wuyun had self-destructed her own inner core, muttered some curse words, and had no choice but to give up.
The bodies of the two were thrown into the wild mountains in the countryside to be devoured by feral wolves.
That night, in the evening.
When the young master woke up with a start, he had already been drenched in wine. Su Ji, covered in blood, silently stood beside his bed and threw a fire stick onto it.
The fire broke out with a bang. The young master screamed and rolled into a ball, calling out for people to come. But the entire Daoist temple has been plunged into a sea of flames. Except for a few groaning in the fire, struggling on while at death’s door, there was no one else.
The demonic cultivator also slept beside him. When the fire started, she was only affected a little bit. She was proficient in spiritual arts, so she used a fire escape technique, drew out her sword, and fought with Su Ji.
Su Ji’s swordsmanship wasn’t bad; every move and style had Cheng Wuyun’s shadow, but she was only a mortal, after all. This body had no spiritual roots, and she was firmly suppressed. The demonic cultivator got the advantage with even more fatal moves, vowing to capture and eat her alive. Maybe she could even absorb seventy to eighty percent of the medicinal properties.
But every time the sword cut Su Ji, she seemed to feel no pain.
Immortality, longevity and not dying, doesn’t mean that there wouldn’t be pain.
But Su Ji still seemed to feel nothing.
When the demonic cultivator realized something was wrong, she struck again, but Su Ji seized the opportunity and cut off her right arm with her sword.
The demoness howled in pain and fell to the ground, rolling around.
Su Ji didn’t stop. One strike and another strike.
In a roaring sea of fire, a mortal shattered a demonic cultivator into thousands of pieces.
Holding Cheng Wuyun’s sword, she staggered from the Daoist temple down the mountain with her body in flames. She returned to the outskirts of the wild mountains and first went to take a bath in the creek. Then she carried Cheng Wuyun’s body, which she had settled in an abandoned thatched hut, on her back and set out on the road.
She knew that it was very likely she would be hunted down. She couldn’t think of anywhere to go, so she returned to the Mountain of Time and Rain and buried Cheng Wuyun at the foot of the western mountain.
After burying her friend’s body, she didn’t know what to do.
Fortunately, she was no longer the ignorant brat who wanted to keep Cheng Wuyun by killing people.
The world Cheng Wuyun wanted and the Su Ji that she wanted her to be, she would try to preserve for Cheng Wuyun as much as possible.
She returned to the Mountain of Time and Rain, built a small thatched hut in the mountain, opened a vegetable field, and farmed day by day.
There was a temple for the goddess at the City of Time and Rain at the foot of the mountain. The incense was endless, and Cheng Wuyun’s name was written on it. She also occasionally went to worship, looking at the jade statues of the goddess that had been restored several times. She was a little unconvinced and thought that Miss Cheng looked better.
The bell chime lightly rang, and blue smoke swirled.
The woman beside her was begging for marriage, longing to marry a man of her choice. Meanwhile, the mountain ghost Su Ji, who the goddess should have killed, knelt side by side with her, but she didn’t know what to ask.
She thought for a long time, put her palms together, and said reverently, “I wish Miss Cheng good health and to have delicious food every year.”
One day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world.
The books that Cheng Wuyun had read, she had long been able to recite backward.
Later, even the books decayed and turned into dust and ash little by little.
To pass the time, she found other books to read.
Su Ji gradually faded away from the image of the vulgar, small village girl in the past. She became more and more like the old Cheng Wuyun, and she was more stable, gentle, and tolerant.
Except for not aging, dying, or having any injuries, she was mortal.
Successive generations of stars flowed slowly over her head, but she never left the Mountain of Time and Rain.
Some people’s love and hate are like the tide of the Qiantang River: it comes surging in and rolling into the sky. Even if it was only beautiful for a moment, they had to slam themselves hard against the rocks. In exchange for a white wave, wet a corner of your clothes, and it can count as having left a trace. Some are like the gurgling springs in the mountains, and sometimes you can’t even hear the sound of water flowing. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed in the world.
The stable life could have gone on forever. Who would have thought that half a month ago, a group of tomb robbers heard some rumors from who knows where that there was a mountain ghost tomb in the Mountain of Time and Rain, and there were treasures in it. They searched around and found Cheng Wuyun’s grave.
The thousand-year-old tomb next to the thousand-year-old trees was the most consistent place, so the grave robbers raised their shovels and dug. Su Ji heard the movement and ran from a distance to stop it, but was knocked down by the brutal tomb robber’s shovel.
Thousand-year-old blood seeped into the soil, and the transformation was subsequently born.
The tomb robber who had beaten Su Ji just now was dragged into the mud by a hand that reached out from the ground, and the sound of his bones being broken was incessant.
The thieves were so frightened that they lost their guts and scattered and fled. But the six people were dragged into the soil by the strange force. All their bones were broken, and they died without a burial place.
That was the first day Cheng Wuyun’s spirit was reborn into the world a thousand years later.
A thousand years of prayers and the power of the ancestral shrine ensured that Cheng Wuyun’s body didn’t decay. But she also became the earth-bound spirit of the Mountain of Time and Rain.
She suffered a massive blow before her death. Her mind collapsed, she couldn’t remember who she was, and her wisdom and knowledge were returned to that of a child’s. Still, like a fledgling chick, she recognized Su Ji clearly, following behind her like a small tail, curiously asking questions.
A thousand years ago, a thousand years later, Cheng Wuyun and Su Ji completely switched places, whether it was temperament, knowledge, or personality.
However, the two were still close friends with each other. The heart had learned that a thousand years was not easy.
In the eyes of the world, the resurrection, revolt, and murders were all the mountain ghost who caused calamity and chaos everywhere a thousand years ago.
For Su Ji, this was something to be happy about.
The goddess should always be the goddess, clean, beautifully standing there, and surrounded by fireworks. Very beautiful and very good.
Su Ji knelt at the entrance of the pit and finished telling their stories.
061 couldn’t hide his surprise and asked Chi Xiaochi, “How did you know she was the mountain ghost?”
Chi Xiaochi said, “She was obviously a weak woman with no spiritual powers, but she’s always guarding the mountain path to do good deeds. There must be some explainable reason. In the legends about the mountain ghost, there were only two women, Su Ji, and the goddess.”
061 said, “Then why not guess that she’s the goddess?”
“I took a script about blind people before, and went to the special academy for further training. I know some characteristics of blind people.” Chi Xiaochi said, “As a mortal, her hearing is too keen.”
When she was on the mountain road, she didn’t have to turn around to identify the visitors as “four guests” accurately.
Wen Yujing walked like a cat, nearly silent.
When talking to the people in the sinkhole, her voice wasn’t very loud. When the people below spoke back, it often echoed badly, even covering the original voice. Still, she could easily tell what the other party was saying without needing them to repeat anything.
Chi Xiaochi was also just guessing, but he had bet correctly as far as the current situation was concerned.
“Although Miss Cheng’s spiritual power is strong, she’s very obedient.” After Su Ji finished speaking, she wanted to say something good for her friend. She paused, as if thinking of Cheng Wuyun’s trickery just now, and added a bit embarrassedly, “Just occasionally too capricious.”
Wen Yujing asked, “Those grave robbers aside, why did she capture common people and Daoist cultivators?”
Su Ji was almost embarrassed. “It’s like this, tomorrow is my birthday. She didn’t know what a birthday was, so she kept asking and pestering me. I told her that a birthday is the day of birth. When mortals celebrate a birthday, everyone needs to have close friends and relatives present to make it a lively celebration. She felt that the Mountain of Time and Rain was too deserted. There happened to be a Daoist that came to investigate the death of the tomb robbers and the reappearance of the mountain ghost. She caught the person, locked them at the bottom of the thousand caves in the back mountain, and sealed it with an array, saying…saying to wait until tomorrow to celebrate my birthday with me, and then she’ll let them go. Fortunately, those who were caught and the Daoist cultivators of Jingxu Peak are good people. After listening to my explanation, they all said that there was no harm in staying for a few more days. It’s just that neither she nor I can go down the mountain to Jingxu Peak to report the situation. She can’t leave, I can’t go far, and she’s too practical-minded to let anyone go back to explain the situation. It’s really causing you trouble…”
Chi Xiaochi was silent.
Now, what they had heard was the full picture of the story that the author of The Mermaid Immortal really wanted to tell.
There was no blood, fire, or fighting. No emotional ups and downs. It wasn’t even a deliberate attempt to sell white lilies. It was the story of two girls supporting each other.
Therefore, Duan Shujue would never kill her and take away her spiritual essence because it was unnecessary.
So Duan Shujue became close friends with her. The mountain ghost Su Ji also brought Duan Shujue home-brewed wine later as if they were good friends.
Therefore, seeing the pandemonium in the comment section, the author chose to cut the storyline after consideration and simply deleted the story of Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun. The author didn’t want these two girls to be regarded by YY readers as Duan Shujue’s harem flower sisters.