"This old monk really doesn't know about this matter. If it were a few years ago, Benefactor Wen, you could have asked my junior brother."
"Alright! I'm leaving!"
Wen Jingge turned and left, certain that the Snow Woman must have some kind of connection with her.
Or perhaps the snow woman wanted to lure her somewhere. After being pelted with snow by the Buddha of Good and Evil, she didn't even need to search for it to find traces of the snow woman in the air.
Wen Jingge was able to find this place earlier entirely by following the footprints of the snow phoenix in the sky, but now, that phoenix seems to have disappeared.
Perhaps this was a feint by the Snow Maiden and the Phoenix, a diversionary tactic, but after thinking about it, Wen Jinge still felt that Shan Hongxing was not that unreliable, so she continued to follow the clues.
"What exactly are you trying to tell me?!" Wen Jingge was a little exasperated. She estimated that she had been chasing him for about two hours and finally lost her patience.
The illusion was vast; even flying on a sword would take a while. There were no wild beasts along the way, making it seem like the surrounding area of a battlefield with its walls and cleared fields.
Wen Jingge finally realized she had been tricked. "You wait, I'll catch you sooner or later."
She sat down and set up the formation. She hadn't practiced divination for a long time, so she was still a bit rusty.
After confirming the direction several times, Wen Jingge put the aura that led her away out of her mind. After she left, a man in a white robe appeared in the snow, followed by a block of ice.
If Wen Jingge had persisted a little longer, she would have discovered a familiar figure inside the ice block—the Golden Crow who had gone out to play with Yuan Qingling.
"Look at you now, what kind of state have you become? You've actually stooped to being a human's mount. Have you forgotten your past?" The white-robed man smashed the outer shell of the ice block with exasperation. "Really! You've utterly disgraced yourself."
The golden crow crawled out of the ice block. Looking at the white-robed man, he shrank back in fear. "No, don't kill me."
The man in white sighed helplessly, removed his mask, and revealed a face exactly like Jinwu's. "You really don't recognize me?"
"You!" Jinwu looked left and right but couldn't find a suitable brick, so he took out a gold brick from his storage bag and smashed it against his own forehead. "It must be my imagination! How could there be a bird in this world that looks as handsome as me?"
The mask in the white-robed man's hand fell to the ground because of his muttered words, "Are you out of your mind?!"
"I'm not sick! I'm not sick." Jinwu picked up a brick and immediately banged it on his forehead.
The man in the white robe picked up a brick from the ground and weighed it in his hand. "You crows are all equally black, you all love this kind of thing, even if you don't remember anything, you still love this kind of thing."
He crouched down and touched the golden crow's brow with his index finger. "It's time to wake up. There's something our master is waiting for you to do."
Jinwu shifted uncomfortably, trying to feign sleep to get away with it, but the white-robed man pressed him against the tree and threatened him fiercely, "If you don't do it, I'll make you remember the things you've forgotten. In this world, only you and I know who is who."
Jinwu shook his head desperately. After spending a lot of time with Wen Jinge, the only thing he learned was not to court death.
Because Wen Jingge would help her disciples court death, and the disciples' court death meant that she would also be forced to court death.
"I don't want to remember, hero, please spare me!"
"It's not me, it's the golden crow!" The white-robed man pointed to the sky, looking at the carefree golden crow with great weariness. "You've forgotten me but you can't. Think about how painful it would be to be divided in two. I don't want to see them divided again."
"Divided into two?" He sensed the gossip in the air.
The man in white smiled, convinced that the fish had taken the bait. He put his arm around Jinwu's shoulder and said, "Come on, let's talk as we walk."
Wen Jingge picked at her ears, running while questioning her life choices. How did she hear the Great Compassion Mantra earlier?
It sounds like it's being played on a suona? And there's even a faint sound of an erhu?
Lexiu?
And there was the sound of drums?
When she arrived, she was stunned by the sight of the Mizang Sect musicians performing a ritual for the demon beasts. The sound of the wind in the snow made her feel completely dumbfounded.
Good heavens!
It seems she could actually build a funeral home in a leisurely and secluded place.
There was a hearse, funeral music, and two expensive coffins...
Wen Jingge shook the water out of her head, patted it, and cleared her throat.
The musicians were still playing their instruments diligently, while Wang Xi's hand holding the bow trembled unsteadily, as if he might miss the target at any moment. His killing intent had vanished, and his light, ethereal movements resembled a dance rather than a battle.
Wen Jingge looked at the group of disciples gathered together, as if there were a natural barrier there. "Shan Hongxing! What's going on?"
“There were only a few at first, but then they all rushed in. Now, Cangjie hasn’t come out, and the Youming Xuanlian hasn’t appeared either.” Shan Hongxing wiped the blood off his sword. It was all from demonic beasts, and the sword was stained with a black spot.
Wen Jingge pressed the black spot thoughtfully. Logically speaking, such a sword needs to rest for a while until the black spot fades naturally before it can be used as well as before.
But Wen Jingge simply flicked her finger, and the black spot disappeared.
"This is getting more and more interesting." She looked at the barrier behind her and stepped inside before Shan Hongxing could speak. "You're not coming out, are you? Then I'll force you to come out."
"Master, the formation is..."
“I know.” Wen Jingge nodded and tore it open casually.
Snowflakes fluttered down, stirring up a blizzard, but Wen Jingge stood indifferently on the withered tree stump.
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