"Ancestor? Me?" Wen Jingge was very suspicious of this group's intentions. Could they be implying that she was old?
She was called a "leftover woman" a lot in her past life, although she seemed not to care!
But I felt a little uncomfortable.
Even though she looks like she's in her mid-twenties, she's actually over three hundred years old.
"Yes, please forgive me, Ancestor! I was not sure if it was really you, Ancestor, so I only sent a dozen or so people to greet you. I will hold a welcome dinner for you later."
"..." Wen Jingge: This style is wrong!
Whether it's the book "Heavenly Pulse Sword God" that she regarded as a prophecy, or the teleprompter's claim that it "does not exist," she was still the ancestor of a certain clan!
"You..." Wen Jingge raised her finger and circled it, then decided against it, the jade was gone. "Have you seen my other disciple?"
"He is already waiting for the ancestor in the valley."
"..."
"Shall we have a drink?"
"Master." Ling Yi tugged at Wen Jingge's sleeve, as if he had something to say.
Wen Jingge carried him to the side, "What's wrong? Don't you like it when there are too many people?"
“Master, I have said that I saw you kill many people.”
"Um."
"They are accomplices."
Wen Jingge: ...
Wen Jingge rubbed the child's head. "This child, can you please stop saying such a terrifying thing in that innocent tone?"
"Does Master look like someone who would kill?"
Ling Yi stared at her face for a while, then said seriously, "Master is different from the Master I saw. I don't know how, but Master, please be careful! I don't want to see a Master who has been led astray."
"I understand." Wen Jingge flicked his forehead and used the magic zither to support Yang Wennan so that he could walk upright.
When the leader saw the Demon Harp, he bowed deeply to Wen Jinge, kneeling on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes. "I never imagined that I would live to see the Ancestor return with the Demon Harp."
Wen Jingge: ...
So are you worshipping the sword, or are you bowing down to me?
Is the sword your ancestor, or am I your ancestor?
Wen Jingge felt a wave of helplessness.
The valley looked as if it had been ravaged by war; one side of the stone wall was bare, as if it had survived the years of continuous artillery fire, with intermittent patches of ink still hanging on it.
"You live here?"
"No." The man shook his head. "I am Wen Xueshan, and I lead my people to live in the cracks."
"A crevice?" Is it something like a time rift or a wormhole, a science fiction concept?
"Yes, back then, our ancestor transmitted a message to our ancestors, instructing us to guard the ruins to the death, and that when our ancestor returned, it would be the day we would see the light of day again. Now that the rift has been broken, we should naturally come out of the mountains to help our ancestor."
I didn't understand, yet it seemed like I did.
Wen Jingge felt exhausted. She had originally thought that these people were all her clansmen, but now it seemed that the reason Wen Jingge had the surname Wen was to remember this Wen clan who lived in the cracks and never saw the light of day.
"How long have you lived here?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xueshan was moved to tears.
"..." Wen Jingge: Shouldn't an ordinary person say she's ungrateful and made them stay here all alone? Why am I being moved by this?
“Not much, just a thousand years.” Wen Xueshan was so moved that snot came out of her nose. “It’s good that the Ancestor remembers us.”
Wen Jingge felt increasingly sorry for these people.
She is not even three hundred years old now; a thousand years ago, that must not have been her!
Is it too late to run away now? I accidentally broke a set of procedures set up by the real ancestor. Will I be killed right now?
Wen Xueshan was unaware that Wen Jingge's emotional journey had taken a winding, circuitous route, and he was busy indulging in self-pity, saying, "Ancestor, please close your eyes, I will quickly take you there."
"That holy son..."
"I'm also a guest now."
Thanks.
"You're too kind, Ancestor!" The crowd was filled with quiet sobs.
Like an army besieged by the enemy for months, suffering from hunger and low morale, counting down the days and waiting to die, their general led a surprise force that annihilated the enemy in one fell swoop, rescued them from the inferno, and allowed them to live a wonderful life that they dared not even dream of.
The city-state's lights were dazzling, appearing eerie amidst the vast wilderness; the flickering fireflies, like the eyes of the night, watched the hurried passersby.
"Master, I'm sleepy."
Wen Jingge held him in her arms, "Sleep!"
Wen Xueshan glanced at her a few more times. This old ancestor had some things she had never seen before. For example, she could now get close to children.
He found it unbelievable, but Ling Yi objected, "Staring at people is very impolite. Is my master really your ancestor?"
"Absolutely true."
This was probably a highly disciplined organization. After Ling Yi blurted out that remark, Wen Xueshan started slapping herself in front of everyone, muttering, "Please forgive me, Ancestor!"
Wen Jingge clicked her tongue in amazement, while Ling Yi, as if he had caused trouble, dared not look at this madman again.
"Get up?" Wen Jingge had a headache. As they were about to enter the city, she seemed to sense something. "Are there any other entrances into the city?"
“Yes.” Wen Xueshan’s face still bore two bright red handprints. “There are three places that will eventually lead to this city: Qingqiu Lake, Dianshan Mountain, and Pingchuan Valley, which is also where we came in earlier.”
"Are they all leading to this city?"
"yes."
"Can't this city be reached directly?"
"Please forgive this junior's sins, Ancestor."
Feudal society killed people.
This is what Wen Jingge most wants to complain about: kneeling down at the drop of a hat, slapping people at the drop of a hat, and admitting mistakes at the drop of a hat.
"What did you do wrong again?" She had now reached the point of being unfazed by praise or criticism. "I have a bad memory, I can forget things quickly."
"Yes, Ancestor is busy with many affairs and may have forgotten that you arranged it this way back then."
"..." Wen Jingge: No matter what, the person I was back then must have been sick.
"You said that those who seek immortality and longevity have many blood debts on their hands. If such people become gods or immortals, how can the world not perish!"
Since this world is unjust, you should act for the public good!
From this day forward, there will never be gods in the world again, and mortals will all be relegated to the realm of immortals!
As for those who seek the truth, let them die for it, thus fulfilling their deepest desires.
But mortals will become their own masters.
"What does that have to do with this?" Wen Jingge was shocked, but that was all; she still didn't understand.
"The greatest tragedy in the world is to destroy what people consider beautiful. You give them hope, making them believe that what they see before them is a miracle, but they don't know that this is the best disguise for despair."
The monk swallowed hard; his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face was ashen, and the clattering of the beads was chaotic as his hands trembled. "Amitabha!"
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