Chapter 259

The Min Dynasty suffered a severe drought for three years, and the people were destitute.

The imperial palace and its magnificent buildings have lost their former glory. The entire city is filled with a gloomy and desolate atmosphere, and the prosperity of a hundred years ago is nowhere to be seen.

Occasionally, there are soup kitchens on street corners, but they have long been abandoned.

Begging, dying people, lay weakly on the street, letting the falling snow take away their last glimmer of life.

The road into the city was deserted.

An indigo oil-paper umbrella reveals the hem of a red spider lily beneath it.

The flamboyant-looking man, with long, black hair reaching his ankles, held an umbrella, seemingly careful not to let the person in front of him get wet in the snow. As he turned to the side, he even whispered something:

"Master, are you satisfied with me?"

When Si Baixue accepted the master's recognition, she even started playing the game between master and monster.

"good."

"It's just that the snow is a bit heavy."

Yingning raised her hand and waved it, and the snow falling all over the city stopped abruptly. A gentle breeze dispelled the chill of the streets, seemingly saving many people from their last breath.

"You let the whole imperial city snow just so you could play here with an umbrella?"

Si Baixue put away her umbrella without any remorse. "The mortals in this city are already exuding an aura of death. Rather than clinging to life for a moment, they would rather die in this snowstorm."

"Isn't that a beautiful sight too?"

It is difficult for demons to understand mortals who only have a lifespan of a hundred years.

In his view, they were a swarm of ants, only able to survive under protection.

Everyone has their own destiny; do not interfere.

"A thousand causes will produce a thousand effects."

“Their lives are not in our hands.” Si Baixue was puzzled by Ying Ning’s act of dispelling the wind and snow.

"The lives of ants with only meager strength are in our hands," Si Baixue said with a smile.

"Do you know that during the chaotic period of the Six Realms, the God Realm had the best lands and feng shui thanks to the ancient power, followed by the Immortal Realm, the Demon Realm had rare treasures, and the Demon Realm had countless demonic energies?"

"The ghost realm is unpredictable, and even the underworld has six paths of cultivation."

"Yet, the human realm has no cultivation and no spiritual energy, yet it has given rise to the most incomprehensible things in this world."

"What is it?" Si Baixue had never heard of any great treasure being born in the human world.

“One heart,” Yingning said.

Si Baixue touched his chest; he was also thoughtful.

"What kind of rare thing is that?" He felt that Yingning was teasing him.

"One that perfectly embodies the good and evil of the six realms."

"A heart that is both fearless and weak."

Si Baixue shook her head, although she had seen quite a few things along the way in the Jin Dynasty.

He maintained his view: "The incompetent are only weak and grovel at the feet of the strong."

This is the way of the demon realm, and naturally it is also his way.

In the demon realm, strength is paramount, and Si Baixue is competitive and boastful of his good looks.

Throughout the ages, the only person who could fascinate him in both strength and appearance was the one standing before him.

"However, whatever Master says, this servant will naturally listen."

When Si Baixue reads the words "master," it carries not only a hint of mockery but also an overwhelming sense of affection.

Just like him, he exudes a charming and obsequious air.

Within the imperial city, in the Min Dynasty's imperial palace.

Si Baixue prepared to push open the palace gate with force, but just as his hand was about to touch the gate, a powerful force bounced him back.

"Is this a barrier?" Si Baixue frowned.

No wonder there were no guards at the gates of the imperial city; it turns out there are such figures in the human realm.

Yingning cast a spell, intending to probe what was behind the door. But the moment she touched it, a mysterious force pulled her inside.

In an instant, Si Baixue saw that Yingning was already standing inside the barrier.

What's going on?

The little peacock immediately waved its paw, but its demonic power was directly absorbed by the barrier. At this moment, the scene inside the barrier became blurry, and large swaths of clouds and mist spread out, which startled Si Baixue.

"This is the power of the celestial realm..."

"No."

Si Baixue also couldn't discern the source of this strange power. It seemed to be celestial power, yet it was quite different, making it impossible to guess where the person who cast the barrier came from.

He was only stunned for a moment before he saw the scenery inside the barrier change drastically.

"Meng Aning!"

Si Baixue used her demonic power, but the barrier remained completely unmoved.

He saw that Ying Ning did not turn around, but walked straight into the depths of the barrier that was already shrouded in thick fog.

"hateful--"

...

Imperial City Barrier.

67 observed the surrounding environment while simultaneously checking the location of Jing Shilian:

“Master, Little Seven thinks this palace is very strange.”

"It's the aura of the supreme ruler, but it's been concealed."

Yingning looked into the depths of the thick fog: "And there seems to be a very familiar aura."

Deep within the thick fog, no majestic palace was in sight.

Instead, a desolate altar gradually came into view.

Above the altar stood a towering Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue has a half-smile, and its narrow eyes have a hint of demonic nature. Its upper body is not covered by any clothing, but instead exposes a large area of ​​skin.

He doesn't seem like a proper Buddhist.

In an instant, countless golden rays shot out from the Buddha statue, heading straight for Yingning. She did not dodge, but when the golden light landed on Yingning, she stopped making any further moves.

"If you're hiding it, why show your tail?" Yingning stared at the east side of the Buddha statue, where a figure could be vaguely seen in the thick fog.

"Amitabha."

"Wuwei was not intended to frighten the benefactor."

The monk's robes were no longer as tattered as they used to be, and the gold-threaded kasaya made him appear even taller.

He stood in the thick fog, like a heartless and ruthless Buddha.

The man's eyes were extremely deep, seemingly capable of holding all the joys and sorrows of the six realms, and even more so, the person standing before him.

He approached and said, "Please don't blame me, benefactor."

Wuwei looked at Yingning with an intriguing expression, as if he had known her for a very long time.

"Yeah?"

“But the killing intent of your Buddha light is indeed truly intense.” Ying Ning raised the whip, but the man leaped up and blocked it with his hand. He felt a stinging pain in the palm of his hand holding the snake whip.

"The Buddha statue is innocent; it was just that my eyes were blinded."

“Since you come from the underworld, why bother destroying this statue that is nothing but an empty shell?” Wuwei withdrew the Buddha light and continued.

“This place has been rather unsettled lately, which is why I’ve been on guard.” The monk put down his snake whip and bowed.

The Buddha statues behind them slowly dissipated, revealing the palace hidden behind them like an unfolding scroll.

The monk smiled and said:

"This humble monk, Wuwei, greets the benefactor."

"May I ask, how was your journey, benefactor?" he asked in a calm voice, as if he had traveled through time.

Yingning calmly put away the snake whip. "With immortals in charge of the Min Dynasty, there shouldn't be any demons causing trouble. The journey has been very peaceful."

Wuwei shook his head: "This humble Taoist cannot be considered a person of the Immortal Realm."

"oh?"

"In the eyes of the immortal sects, I am nothing more than a defector from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect."

"Then why is the master here?"

"I am here only to see one person," said Wuwei, the master of the Dao.

"Eternal Buddha Light, Fituo Barrier." Yingning sensed the barrier surrounding her.

Wuwei, who was able to defect from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect in the Immortal Realm and establish his own sect, possesses unfathomable strength.

"Even with the master's skills, there are still people he has to wait for."

"Of course it exists; I am merely clinging to a single thought in my heart." Wuwei lowered his hand, his eyes fixed on the shimmering corners of Yingning's eyes.

If we are destined to be together, we will not push away the opportunity. If we are not destined to be together, we will not seek it out.

"So, isn't this what I've been waiting for?" he said with a smile.