"Want to be reborn?" she sneered. "I haven't lived enough in this life, why would I want to be reborn! All that chattering and babbling is so noisy, it makes it hard to even get a peaceful sleep."
Many of the spectators seemed stunned, as if they hadn't expected her to come out.
The clouds gradually changed, like a blurry human face trying to squeeze in, "You fortune teller, huh? I'll remember this, I'll make you pay in my next life!"
The fortune teller on the ground smiled, as if his unhappiness had been relieved. Soon, he closed his eyes and died completely.
"You, how did you get back?"
"I told you you're all idiots. I was the one who came up with the idea. How could I not have a backup plan?" She looked at her past self with sarcasm, as if time had been paused. "Idiots, since you like making decisions for me so much, then help me try a new method!"
"What...what do you want us to do..."
"You primordial gods are really something," she sighed. "You can't even rest in peace after death. I was just a baby, you know nothing. How could I possibly order you around?"
"We...we were you once too..."
"Then tell me, were you all as troublesome as I am now back then? Wishful thinking!" After she finished speaking, she left, and the clouds returned to their chaotic state, as if she had never been there.
The darkness continued to spread, and soon, this space seemed to have sunk into a divine realm in the sea, and not a single sound could be heard.
When the light returned, she sought out the fortune teller again, asking, "Is everything settled?"
"Let's wait a little longer! The monk under the moon said that he wanted to see his two disciples grow up, and the matter of the demon race had always been a burden on his heart."
“Then I’ll go and talk to them myself.”
"good."
She left in a hurry and naturally didn't see the sarcasm on Bu Suanzi's lips. "Grandmaster, why are your personalities so different?"
"What is fake can never be real."
She sipped the tea served by the fortune teller and said, "You are indeed clever, having grasped the opportunity in her and preserved her past memories. I have underestimated the younger generation in this world."
"So, Grandmaster, are you still going to become a demon?"
"Is being a demon fun?" Wen Jinge toyed with half a longevity talisman in his hand, casually crossing his legs, showing no trace of divine demeanor. "Can fate really be changed?"
"This junior does not know."
"Then let's see if your newly accepted disciple can change!" She didn't care whether she could remember this matter or not. "At this time, I should be in another world. I've drunk tea and wine. You can decide who to give this token to! If I let you kill again, you'll probably die with these memories before I even get to the end."
"Is it that serious?" Bu Suanzi felt a wave of fear wash over him.
"Who do you think you're killing?" she sneered. "That's the very Heavenly Dao!"
"Heaven, the Way of Heaven?"
"To defy the Heavenly Dao with a mortal body is something even the gods of the past could not do. I'm just giving you a hint because I like you: The Heavenly Dao can only be defied by the Heavenly Dao itself."
"Can the Way of Heaven only be countered by the Way of Heaven itself?"
"Yes." She stood up and looked at the Xuan Yun Sect behind her. "Two hundred years to go. See you in two hundred years."
"If they become possessed by demons, should we kill them or not?"
"If you don't want her to become a demon, can't you force her to become one?"
Bu Suanzi felt a wave of shame.
"Don't feel guilty. There were tens of thousands of people who cried and begged me to help them before! One death is nothing, there are still thousands more." She said nonchalantly, and then disappeared in front of him in a flash.
This is why Bu Suanzi trusted her more because of her past life memories and the way they left: one was free to come and go, while the other required his help to commit suicide.
If you kill the same person a hundred times, and she continues to give you missions in the near future, wouldn't you be driven to the brink of madness?
As for the grandmaster he acknowledged in this life, he mostly came to drink tea, admire flowers and enjoy the scenery, and only occasionally to guide his cultivation. Naturally, the two held a special place in his heart.
"Why! Why! Why are you doing this to me?" She looked at these people. "I... I used to want to be a qualified Xuan Master. Since you want to see me become a demon, then I'll show you."
"Grandmaster, should we kill her?" Bu Suanzi touched his forehead. Just now, he almost said "kill you."
"Let's take a look." She closed her eyes, looked up at the sky, but there was nothing there. "It's too quiet."
"It's not peaceful! They're killing each other fiercely down there. By the way, Master, I'm considered a dead man in their eyes. I can't take the initiative to attack now. Can someone else do it?"
"Who?" Her disciple, a sword blank like mine, should be able to succeed.
She stopped speaking, her head began to spin, she felt unsteady on her feet, and she had a vague sense of unease, but there was nothing unusual in the sky.
Is there anything unusual?
"No, Grandmaster, Wen Jingge has been captured alive by your disciple."
"Captured alive?" She stared in disbelief at what was happening in the distance. Wen Jingge had indeed been captured alive, along with many other demons. "How is this possible? A mortal?"
"No, I was once a mortal too, as are the two swords in his hand."
One of them is Gouchen, made of Fusang wood, which is considered the most yang element. It originally belonged to Wen Jinge, but the sword spirit abandoned its master and betrayed him.
The other one is the broken sword that the jade tablet transformed into, named Remnant.
These two swords are incredibly powerful for Wen Jingge right now; it's unbelievable that she's still alive.
"Fool!" she shouted and stormed off. "It has to be you! Why give the chance to someone else?"
“Grandmaster…” Bu Suanzi smiled with a hint of bitterness.
Or have I misunderstood?
Only the Way of Heaven can defy the Way of Heaven?
But his master had warned him that he mustn't stab with that knife!
The Way of Heaven, the Way of Heaven... Is the thing in the monk's mind that forces him to do the task an embodiment of the Way of Heaven?
So that's why this group of fake grandmasters are scrambling to get it?
Bu Suanzi looked at the sky. This time, her grandmaster did not appear, and she seemed not to care about the outcome.
"Heavenly Dao, what if we transferred the contents of the monk under the moon's head into the head of the master who would become his disciple in the future?"
"Achoo!" Wen Jingge sneezed.
It was pitch black all around, just like the previous dream.
She tried to turn over, but found the space to be very small. After tapping around the walls, she roughly determined that it was a coffin.
"His head is still there, could it be that he went back? Was he buried alive? No, no, no, he couldn't have been buried alive, he must have been cremated."
"What Heavenly Dao? What idiots? What monks under the moon? What fortune tellers? What grandmasters? What ancestors? To hell with them all!" She made a hand seal, "Mani Mani Hong! Overwhelming force!"
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