The monk only cultivates one path, unlike Wen Jinge and his disciples who cultivate multiple paths. His path in this life ends here.
Although they didn't understand the ways of ghost cultivation, they knew what was appropriate from the way the others were acting.
"Young man..."
"My surname is Yang." Yang Wennan felt uncomfortable. This monk was like a smiling tiger. He could deal with him, but dealing with him always ended up being exhausting.
The same thing happened during the competition on Qinghong Peak that day. After retreating with all his might, if it weren't for the timely rain in the illusion that prevented him from getting tired, he probably would have needed a while to recover before he could go out.
Wen Jingge, perhaps knowing his temperament, let him play the role of the blind man conscientiously, which led him to accidentally gain enlightenment in his comfort zone.
He was grateful to his master, but since a monk came to his door to curry favor, he couldn't disgrace his master's lineage.
This is why Liang Si and Wang Xi took a shortcut to Qianyan, while the three of them took the long way by flying on their swords. They and their two masters found that master-servant pair a headache to look at.
"Brother Yang."
“You…” Yang Wennan marked the spot, and seeing the monk following him, he quickly pointed behind him, “Just dig there.”
"Oh, okay." The monk chuckled awkwardly.
Why are these two guarding against him like he's a thief? He doesn't eat people, why are they so worried?
If he's like this, what will happen if he goes to the Tantric sect?
Oh, you figured it out so quickly?
“It wasn’t you!” Wen Jingge curled her lips and said softly, “I couldn’t have discovered something so interesting.”
【What did you discover next?】 The nerve of “non-existence” is on edge, if it does exist.
It used to dislike stupid hosts and did everything itself, which gave it the illusion of nursing a baby;
At first, it felt quite worry-free when it was with Wen Jinge. She was a smart person, and it could finally relax.
But now this clever person is completely out of control. Its thoughts, ideas, and actions are gradually slipping out of its control. It has collapsed and fled several times, only to be forced to return several times to carry out the unfinished tasks.
Undoubtedly, Wen Jingge is a dangerous element that must be dealt with in this context.
When Wen Jingge is happy, it is unhappy; when Wen Jingge is unhappy, it is as happy as a 300-pound fat man.
"I should have thought of that sooner." She smiled faintly, looked at Lu Wei, and said three words, "I am not human."
Lu Wei's eyelids twitched.
“He and Qiao Yu are a product of me, and I should…” she sneered, “At first, I was thinking in the wrong direction.”
"Which direction?"
Wen Jingge wasn't just thinking these words in her head; she was saying them to Lu Wei's face, without trying to hide anything.
“What’s fake will always be fake.” She chuckled, grabbing Lu Wei’s head. “Just like you and Qiao Yu, he couldn’t control you in the Illusionary Realm. Lu Wei, in the past, gods were said to undergo tribulations, right?”
"Huh?" Lu Wei was taken aback, then emphasized, "Legend has it that there are even more ancient extraterrestrial beings."
Wen Jingge nodded. "Keep it a secret for me. Soon, I don't know how long, I might die once. At that time..."
Lu Wei looked at her nervously. This wasn't the first time Wen Jingge had spoken to him in such a joking tone, but this time her words carried a hint of weariness, as if she were tired.
But, will Wen Jingge get tired?
She's such a crazy person!
"Don't worry, don't look so sad." Wen Jingge forced a smile onto his face. "Sigh! No wonder you're from ten thousand years ago. Even though it's the same body, your smile is completely different from Qiao Yu's. You'll definitely have a new body by then, and I'll set you free."
Wen Jingge has figured it out.
There must be some kind of connection between her and Ah Cai. If she was a god from ten thousand years ago, just like Lu Wei, then her initial awe at seeing the coffin must be because her original body was lying inside.
The thing inside this body that calls itself "this one," like "non-existent," seems more like a man-made device, specifically designed to remind her.
According to Lu Wei, there were other transmigrators in this world, and they transmigrated very early, existing before the gods became famous. So why weren't there others in later generations?
Bu Suanzi is famous for his divination skills and is also an outstanding swordsman. If this is his only talent, how could his disciples be so well-rounded and possess the skills of many different schools of thought?
Moreover, ever since she came into this world, she has found herself to have a strange sense of familiarity with everything around her.
Was Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly, or was the butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi? Was the butterfly Zhuangzi? Was Zhuangzi the butterfly?
Many things are no longer clear.
"What exactly are you thinking about?"
"The Hundred Ghosts Feast is a banquet to invite the Demon Lord to be born, which can be considered a sacrifice. But there is a place that is more suitable for a sacrifice, and it is a place that I used to frequent before I lost my memory. Moreover, my origins cannot be found in the Xuan Yun Sect. You know that place too."
"What's the meaning?"
“It won’t work if I say it out loud.” Wen Jingge picked up the hammer and walked to the marked spot to start digging.
The pit was buried very well, and some of the soil had even been compacted by people countless times, so it wasn't as easy to dig as I had imagined.
Burying a person is a meticulous task, and it wasn't just anyone who did it; they buried them very carefully.
Lu Wei felt even worse than when he heard Wen Jinge's rambling earlier. He thought to himself, "He's a dignified man... never mind, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories."
With dirt flying around her, Wen Jingge seemed to be venting all her frustration on that pile of dirt, digging away furiously. Before long, a bluish-purple arm emerged from the soil.
This person was a young man, with intact skin and no injuries. His body was also tinged with the same bluish-purple color as his arms, and his eyes, which were not closed, were faintly flashing with light.
Wen Jingge could tell at a glance that this person had been buried alive, and that, having spent years in this damp and gloomy place, he was showing signs of becoming a ghost.
"Click!"
Wen Jingge looked at her ankle that was being grabbed, as if asking herself, "A-Cai, do you want demonic energy, or ghostly energy?"
Ah-Cai stood silently in the air. The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy looked at the coffin with deep fear, and for a moment he couldn't breathe, and even spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood happened to fall into the swirling mud and stain the person he dug out.
The ground shook, and faint sounds could be heard, like a fledgling bird about to hatch.
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter...
Because it was buried deep, the hands were the first to emerge, but the body was stuck for a long time before finally crawling out of the soil. The originally menacing ghostly aura surged out like waves.
"Master, were they buried in a fixed position? Why are their hands all sticking out?"
knock!
Yang Wennan was flicked on the forehead and his forehead turned red instantly. He covered his head and said, "Disciple has never seen a real Hundred Ghosts Feast before, so I'm curious."
"Don't have such thoughts. The underworld is too deep; you won't be able to be reborn as a human in the next life."
Lu Wei turned around to look at her, and Yang Wennan also widened her eyes. Only the Buddha of Compassion and Joy was puzzled. "Oh dear, this humble monk has only reached the sixth rank. Please stop speaking in riddles."
“I’m also a sixth-rank.” Yang Wennan replied casually, her gaze still fixed on her master’s mind.
Because the white ball in his sea of consciousness that called itself "this seat" was gone.
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