Chapter 914: That scene was so spectacular (long chapter)
"Guangci!"
Wenjiu's pupils suddenly shrank.
Before he could say anything, Guangci attacked again the next second.
Wenjiu had no actual combat experience, and this was her first time fighting against someone like this. She knew Guangci was not an ordinary person, so she used a lot of force in the whip.
After several rounds, she forced Guangci to retreat more than ten steps. In the last whip, Guangci was unable to dodge and had to take the hit with his arm.
Guangci looked at the wound on his wrist and frowned slightly: "What kind of weapon is this? Why is it so tricky?"
Wenjiu frowned and looked at Guangci: "Why don't you use your full strength?"
Guangci clasped his hands together, chanted "Amitabha," and said, "I have no past grudges against you, nor do I have any present worries with you. I will certainly not harm you. I haven't even used any weapons, which is enough to show my sincerity."
Wen Jiu: "...Are you mocking me for whipping you? Master, you launched a sneak attack and still told me you were sincere? Are you thinking I'm a fool and easy to fool?"
Guangci was stunned, touched his nose and said, "Donor, whether you believe it or not, I really don't have the slightest ill will towards you."
Warming up the wine: "...If that's the case, Master, what brings you here today? If you're saying you want to take your disciple away, then that's really asking for trouble. I advise you to leave as soon as possible. If you wait until the prince returns, it will be difficult for you to leave."
The person in front of me had a foggy head, and it was impossible to tell whether he was good or evil.
But Wenjiu has had some doubts these past two days. It's about that mountain monster.
She and the Fourth Master had previously analyzed the reason why this thief turned ordinary people into mountain monsters.
The most likely possibility is that living people are used to practice evil skills.
That dark aura must be its product.
Xiaojin and I had previously read many books on the subject of dark energy. While there weren't many records, whenever it was mentioned, it was always associated with a major evil or devastating event. This dark energy, born from evil, was like a virus; once contaminated, it could destroy everything.
However, the spiritual energy cultivated by Wenjiu and Siye is different. Spiritual energy is vitality, gathering the spirits of all things in heaven and earth, nourishing all things wherever it passes.
When the two collide, the result can be imagined. This is also the reason why the dark energy can easily devour the spiritual energy.
Wenjiu and the Fourth Master had always suspected Guangci, but after fighting with him that day, some things didn't seem right.
If Guangci really absorbed the dark energy, then if he was injured and needed to recuperate, he would probably harm more people.
But recently everything has been very quiet, with no further news of mountain monsters.
Moreover, Wenjiu had just fought with Guangci, and it was obvious that his injuries had not yet fully healed.
At that moment, Wenjiu also had some doubts. Was she right or wrong in her belief in Guangci?
"Donor, my disciple...has been injured recently?" Guangci suddenly asked.
Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "How do you know?"
After a pause, Wen Jiu continued, "The person who assassinated me, are you related to him?"
"Donor, I've already said that I have no grudges against you in the past or in the present. I will not harm you. But benefactor, I want to take this disciple away today. Please be kind enough to help me."
Guangci said this and chanted "Amitabha" again.
Wen Jiu stared at Guangci for a long time, frowning: "Why? Give me a reason."
Could it be that he knew about Tanluan’s illness?
Yes, if Tan Luan had not been carefully cared for, how could he have lived to such an old age?
Guangci frowned slightly and pondered for a long time before saying, "Donor, please forgive me for not being able to say much. But if you don't want Tanluan to go with me, then there is another way. Donor, you can go with me."
Wen Jiu felt a bit ridiculous for a moment: "Master, do you want to listen to what you said? You don't care about your disciple's lifespan, but you care about me?"
"Donor, my disciple is no ordinary person. You... well, to be honest, my hexagram shows that you are in danger. This situation is very dangerous. Please leave with me, and I will explain it to you in detail..."
"Master?"
As soon as Guangci finished speaking, Wenjiu heard Tanluan's voice.
Wen Jiu frowned slightly. He took a few steps forward to support Tan Luan: "Why did you get out of bed? Your injury hasn't healed yet, you should take good care of yourself."
Tan Luan's face was pale, and he looked down at Wen Jiu: "I'm fine, I think I heard Master's voice, Benefactor, is Master here to pick me up?"
Wenjiu turned around in surprise, but found that Guangci was no longer around.
For a moment, I was a little confused about what kind of medicine was sold in the Guangci gourd.
"Donor, you didn't deny it. Did the master really come? What did he say? Did he miss me?"
After asking this question, noticing that Wenjiu remained silent for a long time, Tanluan finally let out a breath and said softly, "Donor, even if you tell me, I will not leave with my master. I have thought it through. I will stay with you until you find the real culprit and clear my master's name."
Wen Jiu was stunned: "You seem to have extraordinary trust in your master."
But you only have three days left to live, and I don’t know if you will still be able to see.
Tan Luan: "Master is my only relative."
Wenjiu: "...Okay, go in and wait until your injuries are healed."
How to take good care of it?
Wen Jiu also felt that there was nothing he could do to save the situation.
His condition was far more severe than Honghui's before. Even if he refined the Marrow Cleansing Pill again, there was no hope.
But Guangci’s words kept lingering in Wenjiu’s mind. What did he mean when he said Tanluan was not an ordinary person?
Forget it, I'll wait for the Fourth Master to return from the grand sacrifice today, then talk to him and ask him to help analyze it.
"Master, the servants are back."
Just after sending Tan Luan to rest, I saw Shanzha Xiaodouzi jogging back.
Wenjiu looked at her: "How is it?"
Shanzha smiled. "You didn't see it. It was a truly magnificent scene. Master, the prince stood on the highest altar, chanting a prayer so loudly that I, the servant, wanted to kowtow along with him."
"Sister Shanzha, do you miss me? You even pulled me to kowtow with you at that time." Xiaodouzi immediately said with a smile: "Master, you don't know that Sister Shanzha was secretly wiping away tears."
Shanzha rolled his eyes at Xiaodouzi and smiled sheepishly at Wenjiu, "Master, I was thinking that these days had been too difficult. It must be that the sincerity of you and the prince moved the heavens, otherwise, how could the gods have sent down gods to help us repair the altar? Those people, looking at them, had their heads banged and broken, and they kept shouting, 'Long Live the Prince!' My opinion is not an exaggeration."
Wen Jiu laughed as he listened: "So lively? Did you ever get a chance to talk to the prince?"
"Master, we servants are incompetent and couldn't squeeze in. Now, let alone talking to the prince, I couldn't even squeeze in even if I wanted to go and take a look at him. The people around the southern suburbs are thronging the place, all because they heard about the blessing from heaven yesterday and came today to share in the good fortune. And those officials, who used to be so polite to us, are now all smiling like flowers, surrounding the prince."
Shanzha's eyes were curved with laughter, which made her look particularly pleasing.
Wen Jiu pinched her face and laughed too: "It's so lively, why don't you watch for a while?"
Shanzha raised his face and let the warm wine squeeze him: "Master, you don't know, the Eighth Master's face turned green with anger, which made me laugh so hard. I thought I would hurry back to tell you, so that you can also be happy."
Wenjiu chuckled and said, "You."
"Master, I suddenly want to eat mung bean cakes. In this weather, it's a good idea to eat some mung beans to relieve dryness, right?" Hawthorn said teasingly.
"Go ahead. Your mung bean cakes are naturally good. Make more and send some to the Ninth Master and the Tenth Master later."
"Yes, I'll go right away. Master, can you send some back to the Eighth Master as well? He's the one who needs to keep the noise down the most."
"Pfft, you." Wen Jiu shook his head and laughed, "Don't provoke him. If he gets really angry, who knows what he might do. Don't waste your delicious mung bean cakes. Send some back to Dabao and the others. They love your cooking."
"Hey, I'll go right away and make the best for the young masters!"
"A-choo!"
Mr. Ba rubbed his nose and frowned even more.
"Ouch! Who stepped on my boots?"
"Ouch! My feet! Don't push! How dare you! When I find your people, I will chop you into pieces!"
By the time Prince Zhi finally managed to bring the Eighth Master out of the crowd, his hair was all messed up.
"I must kill them!"
Mr. Ba was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he wanted to rush in again.
"Well, these old bastards are all officials, and they didn't mean it." Prince Zhi held onto the Eighth Master, frowning as he helped braid his hair. "He's usually the most stable person here, but now he's acting even more childishly."
The Eighth Master's teeth were grinding. "Big Brother! Are you just going to look at me like that? Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince! These old bastards keep calling me Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince in my ears all day long. If you don't know, you'd think they're calling me dad!"
The Prince of Zhi was seriously plaiting his hair, but was also amused by the Eighth Master's words: "You and I had expected this, so why are you so angry? Well, the sacrifice is now completed. At the latest, it will be the day after tomorrow. When I return, I will be able to rest."
"What's completed? How is it completed? Big brother, you are not going to continue to be confused, are you? When Fourth Brother returns with his gilded gil, you will really have no chance! In this situation, we have to fight to the death!"
As he said this, Mr. Ba got a little too excited and moved a little too much, and immediately pulled his hair: "Hiss, it hurts, big brother, please be gentle."
Prince Zhi: "How can it hurt if you don't move? Just be steady, it will be fine soon."
When he was young, he often helped the Eighth Master braid his hair. But now that his brother has grown up, his hands are a little rusty. After he barely tied it with a rope, the Prince of Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done, let's go back."
"Return? What return? Return to where?" Master Ba glared, "Are we just giving up like that? Big brother, I refuse to accept!"
Prince Zhi frowned slightly. "Eighth Brother, what are you making such a fuss about? The matter has been settled. To be honest, it's us who are incompetent and can't compare to Fourth Brother. I admit that. Stop making such a fuss and go back. Mother is waiting for us."
"Brother! Why? You accept, but I don't! Does Fourth Brother think he has won? It's just that you, Big Brother, have never used any tricks.
"Brother, think carefully about what Fourth Brother did to you. What are you hesitating about?"
"Your Highness, I also think that what the Eighth Master said is right."
As soon as Mr. Ba finished speaking, he heard these words coming from behind him.
"Sir, when did you arrive?" When the Eighth Master saw Mingzhu, his expression calmed down a little and he returned to his usual polite and calm self.
"I have been here for a while, and wanted to go to the Fourth Master to see what a grand occasion it is, but unfortunately, I couldn't squeeze in."
"Oh, Master Mingzhu, are you also thinking of joining in the fun?" The Eighth Master's expression turned slightly cold. "That's right. Following us is not as promising as following Fourth Brother. And Fourth Brother is now widely recognized as a man blessed by Heaven. If Master Mingzhu goes over now, Fourth Brother might even give you a bowl of leftovers."
"How dare you! Old Eight, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!" Prince Zhi scolded coldly, "Hurry up and apologize to the adults."
The Eighth Master stiffened his neck and remained silent, but Mingzhu smiled. "Your Highness, it's only natural for the Eighth Master to be like this. After all, everyone we've been with lately has come to the Fourth Master's presence. It's only natural for the Eighth Master to be upset. I won't take it to heart."
Prince Zhi: "Sir, please bear with me."
Mingzhu waved her hands repeatedly, then smiled faintly and said, "Your Highness, what do you think of this situation? Can you think of a way to break it?"
Prince Zhi frowned, but before he could say anything, Master Ba looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mingzhu cast a calm gaze at the Fourth Master who was surrounded in the distance: "With so many officials, if they were old, it would be common for them to fall or be trampled to death."
After saying that, he shifted his attention to the civilians who were stopped by the guards in the distance.
"I heard that many people came across the long bridge to see our Fourth Prince. If the bridge breaks..."
"Sir!" Before Mingzhu could finish her words, Prince Zhi scolded her, "Don't mention it again now. That's enough. If you want to say more, don't have tea with me in the future."
The words were a bit harsh, and even the Eighth Master was startled. "Brother, why are you so irritable again? This is Master Mingzhu, and he's giving you some good advice. Even though they're all bad ideas that won't work, they're still effective. If you feel uncomfortable listening to him, just scold him."
After hearing this, Prince Zhi suddenly looked at the Eighth Master with a cold face and said, "If you also think this method is good, you don't have to drink tea in my house."
Having said this, Prince Zhi turned away.
The Eighth Master behind him glanced at Mingzhu and glared at him: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and chase him. It's all your fault for coming up with such a bad idea. You must be angry!"
Mingzhu didn't seem surprised, and just followed slowly. After a little quiet, Mingzhu took a closer look at the Eighth Master who was not far away and said, "Eighth Master, I have another plan. Would you like to hear it?"
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