"Master..." Liang Si yawned before raising her head from between her chair, "Are we really just going to go like this?"
After walking for several days, Wen Jinge dug three feet into the ground at the location of the crystal coffin but could not find the so-called wealth. In a fit of anger, she moved the crystal coffin into the hearse.
Nowadays, hearses can be considered true funeral vehicles.
There were two coffins on the vehicle.
One body, the one sleeping is the unseen Ah-Cai, the coffin is made of millennia-old black iron.
One body lay there, the one gradually merging with Lu Wei; the coffin was made of natural crystal.
The hearse was empty, except for the banknotes that Wen Jingge had scattered inside. What she didn't expect was that when the hearse rose into the sky and became a tiny speck, many of those banknotes flew out of the windows.
At that moment, a monk passed by a place where the hearse was about to pass.
"Esteemed benefactor, may I ask for alms here?"
"You, are you a highly accomplished monk?"
The young monk wore a veil, his face covered by the strong winds and sandstorms in the desert. The old man could only tell that this monk was no ordinary person from the staff in his hand.
Hearing his deep voice, he thought he must have met the savior.
"This humble monk only knows some minor magical arts; I dare not claim to have attained enlightenment," the young monk smiled. "I wonder why you seem so flustered, old man? Has something happened in this area? To be honest, I am on my way to Qinghe Mountain. Could you perhaps show me the way?"
“But, but, but…” the old man coughed. “I only beg you, Master, to save my wife. A few days ago, a group of demonic cultivators came to town. After they left, my wife fell ill and never recovered.”
"Demonic cultivators?" The little monk realized the seriousness of the situation. He muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that even the area around Qinghe Mountain would suffer."
His behavior made the old man realize that he had found an extraordinary master. "This is my residence. Please come with me, Master."
The little monk stood motionless at the threshold.
"Master..." The old man looked at him in confusion, "But is the humble abode too simple for you to dare to grace us with your presence?"
The old man was dressed in fine silk, but this courtyard...
The young monk silently made hand gestures on the threshold, as if he had made up his mind before entering the courtyard full of fallen leaves.
The courtyard looked quite grand, but there was a hint of decay in its grandeur. Most people probably wouldn't be able to see it, but his eyes were what his master called the Eyes of Wisdom.
A deathly aura permeated the courtyard, and many of the living people within had already suffered greatly.
Did this old man really think he was easy to fool?
"Master, I have spent all my savings on my wife's medical treatment. I don't have much money left in the house, so there are no servants here. Please forgive me."
"It's alright, it's alright." The young monk waved his hands repeatedly. "I am not a master, please lead the way, old man. We can go and have a look with you."
"Us?" The old man was taken aback.
He looked at the monk, then at the person behind him; it was clearly just one person.
Moreover, the courtyard had accumulated a lot of dust these days, and because no one had cleaned it, the monk's footprints were very clear, indicating that there was only one person there.
“Yes.” The monk cleared his throat. “My master is sleeping. When he wakes up, there will be two of us.”
"Is that so?" The old man stroked his beard, feeling a sense of urgency, but since the person had been brought out, he didn't want to miss this opportunity. "Your master's teacher must also be a high-ranking monk, right?"
"He's not a high monk, just a banished sinner," the young monk sneered. "May I ask if there's any water here, old man? I've been traveling a long way and I'd like to wash my face before I go see your wife."
"Master, please wait a moment."
As soon as the old man left, the young monk said to thin air, "Master, this place seems quite suitable for you!"
"Um."
A faint voice came from the void, as if someone was sitting opposite the monk.
"Master, is it worth it?"
"It's worth it." The voice spoke slowly, producing only short syllables.
“We should be finding our junior brother soon. He’s very clever; he’s left traces along the way. He’s not traveling fast, so he’s also heading towards Qinghe Mountain.”
"Um."
"I wonder if my junior brother is still insane. I suspect he must have met with Master Wen." The little monk sneered again. "Master, I'm not reconciled. We're clearly of the same generation, so why am I treated like a subordinate?"
There's nothing we can do about it.
"There will always be a way to solve this," the little monk sighed. Just then, the old man came over carrying water.
He stood in the direction the little monk was looking, without sitting down. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he felt that someone should be sitting there.
"Did the master bring..."
"Yes, thank you, old man." The young monk naturally handed over the alms bowl, which the old man accepted.
"Please wait here, Master."
"Is this a way of driving us away?" the little monk murmured, looking at the void, and sighed helplessly, "Master, do you want to eat? There's a lot of ghostly energy here."
"No, I don't want to be a wicked disciple."
"But I want Master to get better!" The little monk crossed his arms, leaped up onto the roof beam, and wiped the dust off the beam. "Master, I smell a demonic pet. Do you want to eat it?"
No, eat.
“Master, you always taught me not to cause trouble when I was young, so why are you so strict with me?”
The young monk's expression turned somewhat strange as he spoke. "Master, I'm off! That old man didn't intend for me to stay and see his wife, but I really have to."
"...Go!"
"I knew you'd agree. If it's a demon, remember to eat it, Master!"
"No, you unfilial son!"
“But Master can only eat that now!” The little monk chuckled. “We still have to get to Qinghe Mountain before the rest of the Mizang Sect catch up! That’s the rule. If we leave the Mizang Sect, it’s my junior brother and I’ll be doomed. If we get to Qinghe Mountain, they will definitely be wary.”
"Yes, it is the will of Heaven."
"Heavens?" The little monk was stunned. He squatted on the roof, lifted a tile, and fixed his gaze on the room.
"What is that?"
"Nonsense, nonsense."
"That's what Master said when he left! How come he doesn't even believe it himself now?" The little monk sighed again. "Alas! Ever since I found you, I've sighed so much more often. Good and evil, good and evil, what is good, what is evil?"
"The master has arrived?" The old woman on the bed opened her eyes. She wasn't as frail as the old man had described; in fact, she could leap onto the roof beam in one step. "Here to kill me?"
“You have killed too many people. You have committed evil deeds in my hands, so you must die. This is the foundation of my cultivation.”
"Master..." The old woman twisted her neck, peeling off a layer of skin, "What did you just say, what is the Heavenly Calculation?"
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