How can such a good person just disappear like that?

Jiang Muyu really didn't understand. He had just met this person a month ago, and he looked very healthy at that time. How could he suddenly...

The little monk sighed and walked away.

Jiang Muyu stood in front of the main hall, staring at the bell tower standing not far away for a long time. It was misty and shrouded in fog.

Jiang Muyu picked up the oil-paper umbrella hanging by the door, walked down the stone steps, and passed the bell tower. She came to the foot of the mountain that she had not climbed before.

The fog was even thicker here. She could no longer see the strange pines and rocks on the mountain from where she stood below. She climbed the stairs and could not even see the scenery beyond three steps.

But for some reason, she couldn't help but keep moving forward.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but it seemed that there was no road ahead. She looked around, and the mountain breeze was blowing, making her hair messy and her dress fluttering.

The oil-paper umbrella in her hand was swaying in the wind and almost knocked her down. She had no choice but to let go of the umbrella, and it was immediately blown away.

She staggered and nearly fell, and immediately grabbed a rock beside her. Then she realized that she had reached the edge of a cliff, and if she took another step forward she would fall into the abyss.

"That was close." Jiang Muyu covered his chest and relaxed for a while.

Just as she was about to stand up, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that there were some words carved on the stone next to her. She looked over and took a closer look, and her whole body from head to toes suddenly went numb.

This stone turned out to be a stele, on which were engraved some large ink characters - Tomb of Xiankao Jiang Muyu.

…

When Jiang Muyu woke up, he felt a splitting headache. He rubbed his temples, propped himself up, slowly stood up, and looked around.

Obviously, this is the Putuo Temple's chamber. In order to show that all people are equal, Putuo Temple provides the same chambers for dignitaries and common people.

She remembered that she was clearly on that mountain just now, how did she suddenly lie in this room? The tombstone appeared in her mind again. Was it a dream? But why was it so real?

"Are you awake?"

Suddenly a male voice brought her back to her senses.

Jiang Muyu looked over and saw the person coming in a plain white robe with wide sleeves. He had a very beautiful face, a pair of seductive fox eyes, a high nose, and light-colored thin lips with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Heather? Why are you here?" She looked at him, blinked, and blinked again.

Heather smiled faintly, as charming as a seductive fox spirit, "I saved you, shouldn't you say a few words of thanks first?"

"Oh...thank you." She paused and asked, "Why am I here?"

"Drink this first." Heather handed over a glass of light blue water.

Jiang Muyu took it and felt it was still warm. He leaned in to smell it but there was no smell.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

She said awkwardly, "That's not what I meant."

Then she drank the glass of water in one gulp.

Heather took the empty cup away, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Jiang Muyu shook his head and said in surprise, "My headache is gone, I feel refreshed! What is this thing you gave me to drink?"

Heather walked to a wooden chair nearby and sat down, then casually placed the cup on the table and asked, "Have you been having headaches, feeling sleepy, or even having palpitations recently?"

Jiang Muyu nodded, "How do you know?"

"To be honest with you, I actually have another identity. In addition to being the owner of Zhulin Youju, I am also a particularly good doctor." Heather threw her a wink.

Jiang Muyu couldn't help but shiver, and got goosebumps all over his body. "My dear, please be careful with your behavior."

Heather said, "You are so ignorant. I don't treat other people like this. You are the first woman who rejects my beauty."

"Haha-should I still feel proud?"

"That's natural."

Jiang Muyu rolled his eyes and changed the subject. "Okay, great doctor, what disease do I have? Wait...doctor?"

This word doesn't seem to be used by people in this era, right? Could it be...

Jiang Muyu's eyes were suddenly full of brilliance, sparkling, looking at him, and then asked: "Odd changes, but even remains the same?"

Heather glanced at her speechlessly and said, "The symbol depends on the quadrant."

Holy shit! They're right!

Jiang Muyu immediately threw back the quilt, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and crawled over to him, hugging him tightly, "Fellow countrymen meeting! I'm so moved, wuwuwu..."

Heather tried to push her away in disgust, but failed. She said helplessly, "Can you show some of the reserve and dignity that a princess should have?"

"It's fake anyway." Jiang Muyu stepped back, looked at his calm face, and said, "Aren't you moved? We are from the same world, right?"

Heather shook her head and said, "We did come from the same world, but I am originally from this world."

"Ah?" Jiang Muyu was confused. He looked at him, blinked, and blinked again.

Heather stood up, pushed her back to the bed, pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down, and said seriously: "What I am going to say next may be beyond your cognition, but please believe that what I say is true."

Jiang Muyu's heart was beating like a drum, and he nodded hesitantly, "Okay."

Heather stretched out his hand towards her and said, "Let me introduce you again. I am Heather, the lay disciple of Master Huiming."

She held his hand blankly, "Master Huiming is not..."

He nodded. "My master has passed away, but I believe he has just gone to another world."

"Another world?"

"Yes, like us, but a little different from us. Anyway, my master is a very powerful person. He has his own mission, so he travels through various worlds." He sat back in his chair.

Then he continued, "I was originally from this world. For some reason, I traveled to the 21st century. After living there for a lifetime, I returned here, but to a time many years earlier than when I traveled back. This means that I can start my life over again, correct the mistakes I made in the past, and make up for my regrets."

Jiang Muyu was stunned when he heard this.

"But you and I are a little different." Heather smiled, "You are not from this world, but you should belong to this world."

"What do you mean?" The more she listened, the more confused she became.

"You thought you had traveled into a novel, but in fact, this is one world. You and the previous Jiang Muyu were originally the same person, but were divided into two people for some unknown reasons." As he spoke, he was afraid that Jiang Muyu would not understand, so he went to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone and spread them on the table.

As he wrote, he said, "That is to say, you were assigned to the 21st century, which we call World 1 here, and the original Jiang Muyu, whom you think is the original owner, was assigned to World 2. You each experienced a short life."

"Your lives in the other two worlds have come to an end, so you merged in this world, which is World No. 3, and you became the same person."

Jiang Muyu's brows were tightly furrowed. "But, my consciousness and hers don't seem to merge. We have completely different personalities, but now my personality in this body is not much different from the original one."

"The reason is actually very simple. When you separated, it was not a 50-50 split. You can do the math yourself. You only lived to the age of 27 in modern times and then died, while the original owner lived to the age of 40 in her world. So the first half of this life was her subjective consciousness, and the second half was your subjective consciousness."

She nodded. "I see."

"And your character has actually been influenced by her, but you just haven't realized it." Heather smiled. "You are an orphan in the modern world, and you are always kind to others. You often retreat when others advance one foot. Now you have become much more powerful, haven't you?"

Jiang Muyu reviewed what she had done during this period. It was just as he said. If it were based on her original personality, she would not be so cruel to Jiang Muxue.

Heather stroked her hair and said, "You bore the loneliness of the first half of her life for her, and she bore the misery of the second half of your life for you. You will live a smooth life in this life."