Chapter 36 Let's Go Together [Synopsis] There is still happiness in the future...
"Aren't you bringing this?"
Yi Jinxiang picked up the bracelet on the table and handed it to Wen Rensheng.
"This was given to you by Cangyu, wasn't it?"
Hearing the voice, he was slowly packing his things with his head down. When he heard the name "Cang Yu", his wolf ears twitched slightly, and he looked in the direction of Yi Jinxiang.
The bracelet in her hand was still very new. Although there had been a heavy rain, she had kept it hidden inside her clothes to prevent it from getting wet.
After watching for a moment, he heard someone shake their head.
“No,” he whispered, “it will interfere with the mountain god’s cultivation.”
Our connection with the mountain god ends here, so there's no need to leave any tokens.
After listening to the voice for a long time, I realized that I still couldn't do what my master said, to make both of us suffer because of this feeling without any burden.
He didn't want anyone else to suffer because of him.
Since the mountain god has chosen to leave, I will hide in a place where he cannot find me, and never see him again.
"..."
Yi Jinxiang remained silent for a moment before putting the bracelet back in its original place.
"You can decide for yourself."
Hearing voices, he tidied up the room thoroughly, leaving no trace of himself, as if he had never lived there.
Only a small brocade pouch remained on the table, containing a small tuft of rabbit fur belonging to the clan leader. Wen Rensheng carefully put it away and stuffed it into the innermost layer of the bundle.
“If possible, I will go to the Heavenly Court to find him for you,” Yi Jinxiang said soothingly, stroking Wen Rensheng’s hair. “But we need to lay low for a while, so we have to leave first.”
“It’s alright, Master, I’ve let him go,” Wenrensheng forced a smile. “Thank you for taking me in.”
After saying this, he slung his bag over his shoulder and took one last look at the room where he had lived for so many years and which had brought him brief moments of happiness.
He then looked away, turned around, and pushed open the door.
After the rain came the sunset, and the golden afterglow fell on Wenrensheng, radiating a gentle and warm light.
A brood of rabbits gathered at the door. As soon as they saw and heard human voices, they huddled together and rubbed against his feet. In no time, they formed a large, furry circle around him, making it impossible for him to move.
Yi Jinxiang looked slightly annoyed, but she still carefully caught the rabbits one by one and put them back in their burrows. Then she used her magic to lift them up along with their burrows and put them into her sleeve.
After doing all this, she put the straw hat on Wenrensheng and said, "Alright, let's go down the mountain."
Hearing the voice, she gripped the straps of her handbag with both hands and obediently hummed in agreement.
*
Xiangcheng is always rainy in winter. The sun only cleared up for a short while at dusk, and then it started to drizzle again after nightfall.
When Si Ming arrived with two palace guards, Fangze Mountain was already deserted.
She stared at the fox demon in front of her, whose chest and back were riddled with lustful rage and who was barely clinging to life. Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand and slapped it.
"waste!"
The fox demon was awakened by the slap. It suddenly widened its eyes and vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground.
"Where is the Heavenly Spiritual Root?" Siming grabbed its ear and said fiercely, "Didn't you say the Heavenly Spiritual Root committed suicide? Where did he go? Where is his body?!"
The fox demon took two deep breaths, struggling to sit up and looking at Siming, her eyes filled with panic: "Master, that Heavenly Spiritual Root, he has... he has a divine weapon! I was... he—"
Snap!
Before she could finish speaking, the fox demon was slapped hard across the face by Siming, and she swallowed the rest of her words.
Si Ming narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Who else is by the side of the Heavenly Spirit Root?"
The fox demon covered her face, not daring to delay for a moment, and hurriedly said, "The...the Star of Literature...I remember there is a Star of Literature..."
"The God of Literature—"
Si Ming grabbed her hair with one hand and screamed, looking like she was about to go crazy.
"It's the God of Literature again! I'll kill you!!"
“I told you he couldn’t be dead,” He Mu said, holding his sword and watching Si Ming go crazy in the distance. “Wenquxing is a snake demon, and he’s best at hiding his tracks. You can’t find them.”
Si Ming then noticed He Mu. Realizing she had lost her composure, she immediately composed herself and resumed her haughty demeanor.
She said coldly, "Whether or not we can find the Heavenly Spiritual Root is a matter for the Heavenly Court, and it has nothing to do with a mortal like you."
After saying that, she gave a wink to the palace guards beside her, and the group was about to rush back to the Siming Palace.
He Mu glanced down at the fox demon on the ground and casually asked, "You're not taking your disciple with you?"
Si Ming clicked his tongue in disapproval and angrily brushed past He Mu.
"Do with it as you please, I don't need any useless people under my command."
After saying this, the group rode away on the clouds and soon disappeared into the horizon without a trace.
He Mu stood at a distance and stared at the fox demon for a few seconds, then straightened up, stepped on the withered branches and fallen leaves, and slowly walked up to it.
The fox demon was knocked unconscious by the two slaps from the god of fate, and one of its eyes was already blind. It lay prostrate on the ground, struggling to take away the lecherous killer from behind its back.
He Mu squatted down and waved to him.
"May I have your name?"
The fox demon struggled to look up at He Mu, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thousand... Thousand Forms..."
After losing his divine status, He Mu's aura became less fierce, and someone meeting him for the first time might even find him to be quite kind.
But Qianxiang knew him; he was the mountain god of Fangze Mountain and the leader of the Heavenly Court's martial gods.
Even if such a person were to return to the status of an ordinary human, their power would be enough to inspire fear.
He pulled on Qianxiang's hair and forced it to look up at him.
A few hoarse groans escaped from Qianxiang's throat, and his remaining eye stared at Hemu with horror.
He Mu smiled and asked, "How long have you been staring at Wen Rensheng?"
"I...cough cough! I..."
"Alright, let's change the subject," He Mu said slowly, pulling its hair tightly. "Was it you who impersonated 'Wu Di' at the Guiyi Sword Sect?"
Qianxiang felt as if its scalp was being ripped off. It struggled a few times and said urgently, "Yes, it was me! I stayed in that Sword Sect and instigated Chen Lian to capture the Heavenly Spirit Root. It was me!"
"I know I was wrong, you...you better give me a quick death! You're a god, you can't just kill people like that, I know, you can give me the sword, I'll do it myself! Ugh—"
He Mu snorted and forcefully shoved its head into the mud.
Give me a quick death?
Dream on.
He Mu stood up, walked around behind Qian Xiang, stepped on his shoulder, and slowly pulled the lecherous sword out from behind him.
As flesh was torn open, the blocked blood gushed out instantly, splattering He Mu's body with a fishy smell.
Mu didn't flinch, looking down at the wound gushing blood.
This sword strike looks a lot like a move I know how to use.
The blade struck the vital point cleanly and swiftly; had the fox demon not been inhuman, it would have been dead by now.
He taught Wenrensheng.
He sighed, dulled the color-killing sword in his hand a little, and the serrated edge of the blade got stuck in Qianxiang's throat.
"When you're a god, you have to wear a dog leash around your neck, you have to ring a bell when you kill someone, and you have to slap someone to get some merit."
He Mu looked at Qian Xiang on the ground with a cold gaze, tightening his grip inch by inch.
"Now that I'm no longer a god, I'm completely free to kill whoever I want."
The blunt blade began to inflict excruciating pain on Qianxiang, the blade slowly tearing at its skin and flesh, each inch of pain exploding, causing it to let out a shrill scream from its throat.
"Coo-coo-"
In the shadows of the bare branches, the night owl cried out at just the right moment.
The moonlight, mixed with the pattering cold rain, soaked the people under the tree.
After an unknown amount of time, the piercing shriek gradually subsided. He Mu lowered his wrist and sheathed the sword that had absorbed all its cold light. A short, sharp tremor came from the blade and the scabbard.
His complexion remained unchanged, but his eyes, hidden beneath his wet hair, were cloudy and unclear.
*
When they returned to the temple, Mu found that it had been completely cleaned up.
He first went to the scripture pavilion and the mountain spring, two places he often frequented when he heard voices. There were no traces of life there anymore, as if he had always lived alone in the mountains.
Finally, he walked dejectedly to Wenrensheng's room.
Upon entering, he noticed that the bracelet he had given to Wenrensheng was left on the table.
He Mu hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the bracelet, and stroked the beads with his fingertips, trying to find a trace of the spiritual power that could hear human voices.
"Sound after sound..."
But after touching it for a long time, there was no trace at all. Everything had been wiped clean, and the voice had quietly left my life.
He Mu took two deep breaths and slumped onto the bed in a daze.
It's gone.
Where will they go?
He had just spoken confidently to Si Ming, saying that no one in the world could find the person Wen Qu Xing wanted to hide, but now this knife had cut into his heart.
Is he still alive and well?
When he heard the palace guard announce Wen Rensheng's death from the Ninth Heaven, his mind went almost blank.
The mere thought of the possibility of dying from hearing human voices for even a moment made his body tremble uncontrollably, his heart felt as if it were being torn apart, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.
After being reborn as a mortal, all the emotions that the ruthless Dao had once sealed away for him—sorrow, resentment, unrequited love, and all the seven emotions and six desires—were returned to him a thousandfold, causing him pain to the point of near suffocation.
Why did I choose the wrong path? Why didn't I cut my losses in time? Why did one wrong step lead to another?
On the way back to the temple, Mu and He saw a tombstone, which seemed to have been left by Wenren Sheng. There was a line of delicate handwriting on it, engraved with the name "Wenren Jing".
This is the first family member who hears human voices.
What did he experience during his time away from Wenrensheng?
Mu and He stood in front of the monument for a long time, thinking of all sorts of things. From the time they met to their separation, there was not a single way to ensure a perfect outcome.
No matter which choice you make, it will be wrong; no matter which choice you make, you will be separated; no matter which choice you make, you will be forever apart and unable to have a good ending.
It seems as if the red thread of fate is destined to break from birth.
"…………"
After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, He Mu finally broke free from these chaotic thoughts and stared blankly into the empty room.
Hearing people's voices, he noticed that the little bag he always carried with him when he went out was gone.
He really left; he didn't want to see me again.
Mu slowly closed the beaded string, lowered her head and rested her hand on it, taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, Shengsheng," he choked up, "I'm so sorry..."
*
The night was deep.
Fangze Mountain was still under the Heavenly Court's watchful eye, so the master and disciple did not use the Shrinking Earth Technique to make a show of themselves. Instead, they chose a small path and quietly sneaked down the mountain.
Hearing the voice, he pressed down his straw hat and followed closely behind Yi Jinxiang. He focused all his attention on his lightness skill and tried not to think about those bad things.
As he passed the former site of the Guiyi Sword Sect, he slowed down slightly, stopped at the entrance, and looked at the old door.
Nine years ago, half of his Heavenly Spiritual Root was removed here.
At that time, he was all alone, with no relatives or friends, and his strength was pitifully weak. He could only be fish on the chopping block, getting covered in blood. It was Fangze Mountain who gave him a little bit of happiness that he wanted to protect.
Although this happiness was short-lived, he lost it before he could grow up to be able to protect it.
Hearing the voice, his eyes darkened.
Just as I was concentrating, I suddenly heard a dog barking.
Hearing the voice, he looked in the direction of the sound and found the guard dog standing at the door, wagging its tail and looking at him.
He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly ran over, squatted down in front of the dog, and patted its head.
Were you waiting for me?
It barked once, circled the hand that heard the voice, and then nodded.
Hearing the voice, the gloom in his eyes dissipated slightly, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in his pupils.
He asked in a low voice, "Don't you have a home either?"
The dog sat there, wagging its tail, its bright eyes staring at him.
The Heavenly Spirit Root allows the speaker to perceive all things, clearly hearing the withering of flowers, the passing of life, and the increasingly weak heartbeats.
At this moment, he can also hear the thoughts of living beings.
Like myself, it was a wanderer forced to leave its hometown.
Hearing the voice, she smiled gently, picked up the dog, and gently stroked its fur.
"Then let's go together."
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Author's note: I didn't feel anything when I was writing the beginning, but now I feel like crying!
But since I've already finished writing the next chapter, I'm laughing again.
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