Chapter 65: If Heaven is unjust, Wen Yu is willing to accept it...

"Hou Tu Temple has been in disrepair for a long time. Look at how drafty it is. It's probably cold in the winter and hot in the summer. A Yuan and the others can't stay there any longer."

As Wen Yu expected, Song Linsheng was indeed thinking about how to provide shelter for children like Ayuan.

"But most of them are orphans, with no relatives or friends, that's why they ended up taking shelter in Houtu Temple." Wen Yu frowned. "If you drive them away, where will they go?"

She knew that Song Linsheng felt that this place had been abandoned for a long time and no one had repaired it. Looking at the thin beams, he was afraid that it would not survive the next rainy season.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dangerous building.

However, the placement of these children is no small matter.

A gentle smile appeared on Song Linsheng's face. He had just arrived in Jiangyang and did not know much about people's livelihood. This was also what he had been worried about in recent days.

In the past, he read books and learned characters, lectured on scriptures and discussed doctrines, but he only learned the basics. How could it compare to practicing farming?

However, although he still had some shortcomings in governing the state and supporting the people's livelihood, what he lacked the most was money.

"Ayuan and his brothers and sisters will just go back to the Song residence with us temporarily."

Song Linsheng didn't even raise his eyebrows, as if what he was talking about was just a trivial matter of chopping melons and vegetables.

"Then I asked Uncle Song to give me some money to rebuild the Hou Tu Temple and expand the surrounding land to build an orphanage."

This was how he had been in Shangdu before, studying in the East Garden with other children of the same age from aristocratic families. There were teachers who taught, concubines who took care of his food and daily life, and boys who accompanied him in his studies, like washing inkstones.

Even if he couldn't run a school of the same scale and standard as Dongyuan, as long as he could ensure that these children had enough food and clothing, and could start their education and teach them some principles of life, it would be good.

"By then, not only Ayuan and his siblings, but any child from Jiangyang Prefecture will be able to come here to study and learn calligraphy."

"Apart from the teachers we hire from outside, if I have time, I can also teach one of the courses part-time."

Song Linsheng became more and more excited as he spoke. He seemed to see the rebuilt Hou Tu Temple and orphanage rising from the ground and standing tall before him.

At that time, he wrote "Asking the Silkworm", angered the emperor, and resolutely left Shangdu. Wasn't it just to return to Jiangyang Prefecture and do something that would truly benefit the people's livelihood?

Song Linsheng vaguely felt that he was finally no longer hanging on the castle in the air, but had calmed down and taken a step closer to people's livelihood.

"Song Linsheng? Song Linsheng?"

He was almost immersed in his imagination of what would happen next, and he barely even heard Wen Yu's call.

"Huh?" Song Linsheng was startled and had no time to think, so he could only respond in a panic.

When Wen Yu and Song Linsheng's eyes met, they were immediately met with those pure eyes.

Just like what is written in the poem——

He has never been tainted by fame or fortune, and his mouth has never tasted the smell of rancid meat.

She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Song Linsheng, a mortal, actually had such a pair of extraordinary and desireless eyes.

Once upon a time in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, the master said that every mortal has something to ask for, and the ribbons hanging on her body carried the wishes of mortals.

Could it be that Song Linsheng really has no selfish motives?

"What did you say? Wenyu...ma'am?"

Wen Yu gathered his thoughts, blinked, and couldn't help but let a deep smile appear on the corner of his lips.

"I said—"

"Song Linsheng, you are so nice."

Song Linsheng's pupils shrank slightly and his eyes froze.

She said she was fine.

Song Linsheng inexplicably thought of Sister Chen Chuo's Xiao Fei training again. He always felt as if a furry tail was about to grow behind him, and then sway proudly from side to side, swinging in the wind.

He hurriedly pressed his hands on his knees, causing wrinkles on the hem of his clothes, as if he was eager to hold down the tail that didn't exist.

"The smallest dust and mist can nourish the mountains and seas; the last ray of a candle can enhance the brightness of the sun and moon." [Note]

"I only want to ensure that all people have enough food to eat and that children no longer remain alone."

Even if he is alone, he will give his all.

Song Linsheng tilted his head to look at Wen Yu——

What's more, he is not alone.

Since he has become the prefect of Jiangyang, he will manage all the prefectures and counties under Jiangyang and will never slack off.

"But that's all for the future. The most important thing right now is to go back to the Song residence together."

Song Linsheng helped Wen Yu to stand up, and the two of them supported Zhibai Niangzi on the left and right. They were afraid of hurting Zhibai Niangzi, so they had to use some strength.

Wen Yu held her temples with one hand. She was still feeling a little dizzy, but it was better to keep her distance and not mention it. Otherwise, Song Linsheng would start talking again.

She pretended to be relaxed and joked with Song Linsheng: "Then Master Song, please ask Xiyan to come in and help the children clean up. We will rest for a while and then set off to return home..."

Wen Yu's voice grew weaker and weaker until it finally stopped. She clearly saw Song Linsheng's gaze change from sudden realization to confusion, as if he had heard something he had never heard before.

"Washing the inkstone?"

Song Linsheng clutched his sleeve with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other, coughing uncontrollably.

"Yes! I just asked Xiyan to go outside for a while. I think I should take the children to eat outside the courtyard!"

Or maybe they were just playing? Xiyan was a kind-hearted person, so if he was around children, he would definitely be able to talk to them.

"Where is the inkstone?"

Song Linsheng asked curiously.

Only then did he remember that the scene of Madam Wenyu and Madam Zhibai covered in blood had shocked him so much that he had forgotten for a moment that there was Xiyan traveling with Wenyu.

But when he came in from outside, except for the sound of someone moving in front of the main hall door, everything else was silent and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Didn't you see Xiyan along the way?"

Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and thought, the scale of the Houtu Temple was not very large. He came in from the front gate and had never seen any other courtyards, let alone the inkstone washing area, let alone the children.

Song Linsheng's silence made Wen Yu and Zhi Bai understand something, and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Indeed... I haven't seen Xiyan and the children..."

Song Linsheng felt an inexplicable difficulty in his throat, and he finally managed to utter a complete sentence. However, he pondered for a moment and did not notice anything unusual.

"Perhaps Xiyan took the children out for dinner?"

Didn’t Madam Wenyu just say that she asked Xiyan to take the children out for dinner?

Song Linsheng didn't think about it, nor did he want to think about it.

Wen Yu and Zhi Bai just looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

How far could Xiyan go to eat with these half-grown children? Moreover, it was far from the city gate! He certainly wouldn't take the children into the city to eat, right?

At this point, if Song Linsheng still couldn't understand the reason, then he would have read so many books in vain.

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not completely sure.

"Not good!" Wen Yu was the first to cry out. She let go of the hand that was supporting her sunxue and walked quickly towards the door.

She shouldn't have asked Xiyan and the children to go out. It was just getting light, and it had only been a few hours since Zhi Bainiang was in danger. The bandits might not have gone far at all, but were somewhere, secretly spying and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Wen Yu was extremely anxious. She kept walking, and her pace became faster and faster. She almost stepped on her dress several times. The last three or two steps were almost flying to the door.

Song Linsheng, who was behind them, supported Zhibai and followed slowly. Zhibai was heavy and could not be compared with Wen Yu, who was as light as a swallow, so the two of them had to fall behind by a few steps.

"Madam Wenyu! Be careful!" Song Linsheng reminded Wenyu with his back to him, as if he didn't hear it.

Xiyan, Ah Zhu, and those children! How could they be gone?

Wen Yu paused, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

No, there's also Yan Zi...

Just now, she was so focused on Zhibai that she didn't see the young man named Yanzi clearly. However, the subtle aura around him always made Wen Yu feel that something was wrong.

She originally thought that the safety of Zhi Bai Niangzi was the top priority, and all other trivial matters could be discussed later.

But now, in the blink of an eye, he and his group disappeared. Could it be that there was really something... unusual about Yan Zi?

Wen Yu's heart sank a little. It was really one wave after another. This ups and downs was more exciting than practicing in the Temple of Spring.

With a "creak", Wen Yu rushed out of the door, but because he walked too fast, his steps were weak and he couldn't help stumbling.

She had already used up most of her magic power to save Zhibai, so she really shouldn't force herself to go out now.

Wen Yu paused for a moment and closed her eyes.

She knows her situation.

She was just a little fairy who had just transformed. Even if she was protected by the divine breath of the Temple of Spring, it could not change the fact that she was still inexperienced and lacked magical power.

But the situation is critical now. No matter how weak or bad she is, she will not be worse off than the unarmed Xiyan and the children who cannot save themselves.

"Wenyu!"

"Madam Wenyu!"

Behind her were the voices of Zhibai and Song Linsheng. The urgent calls were clearly trying to stop Wen Yu from moving forward, but Wen Yu knew that she should never stop here.

It was because she came too late that Zhi Bai Niangzi bleeds so much and nearly loses her life. Now Xi Yan and the children are missing. She must not be late for a moment and put Xi Yan and the others in greater danger!

Wen Yu endured the discomfort, stubbornly swallowed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat, suppressed the surging blood in his chest, and walked towards the outer courtyard.

When she first came to the mortal world, she only wanted to protect Song Linsheng. She would not interfere with anything else. After he was safe and sound and died of old age, she could return to the East Heaven and practice with her master and ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

Originally, whether it was Zhibai, Xiyan, or Ayuan's brothers and sisters, they all belonged to the "rest" except Song Linsheng, and she should not have interfered.

Everything in the mortal world has its own destiny. Her master is in charge of the immortal tree in the East Heaven. He knows everything about life and death and the fortunes of all directions, but he still does not interfere with the fate of mortals.

She was a newborn demon, and ruining Song Linsheng's fate was already a big taboo. Even if she went to the lower world to make amends, she would do it secretly, let alone interfering in the affairs of Zhibai and Xiyan...

Wen Yu gritted her teeth. It’s not that she wasn’t afraid, on the contrary, she was extremely scared.

Master often said that Heaven has its own way and reincarnation. No matter whether one is a god, immortal, demon, spirit or monster, no matter how powerful one is or how much one has cultivated, as long as one breaks Heaven's way, one will suffer retribution due to evil.

She was just a tree spirit that had just transformed. Apart from a few wisps of divine aura from the Temple of Spring, she could be said to be empty-handed and without any special abilities. If she was truly punished by heaven, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she would be reduced to ashes.

Wen Yu took steps forward, making a rustling sound on the ground. The sound was solid and powerful, and every step touched Wen Yu's heart.

If Heaven has justice, it will distinguish right from wrong.

She was trying to save lives, not cause trouble, so why not?

If heaven is unjust, she, Wen Yu, is willing to accept punishment.