"I..." Wen Jingge looked at the hand on her ankle, feeling weak, then looked at the two pairs of eyes staring at her, her expression hesitant, "Nannan, is it that I can't cut it off?"
Wen Jingge was friendly, and since arriving here, she had never hesitated to kill and bleed, and she adapted very well to this kind of life.
However, what about those who should have died but instead appeared as corpses?
If he looked normal, or even like Lu Wei in his soul form, Wen Jingge could have gotten used to it, but—
These hands are too cold, these movements are too stiff, these eyes are too lifeless...
All of this has caused Wen Jingge, who was once fearless, to panic.
The first person to notice this was none other than Lu Wei: "Are you scared?"
"Mmm." Wen Jingge nodded and closed her eyes. "Can I kill him?"
"Master, wasn't the Hundred Ghosts Banquet written by you? The handwriting is definitely yours."
"I wrote this when I had nothing else to do, and I've forgotten the details."
She wrote it down whenever she had a sudden inspiration when she was bored. She didn't think of many things about ghost cultivation, except for the Hundred Ghosts Banquet, which held some weight in her mind.
Yang Wennan was speechless. If it was his master, then it was indeed normal.
"The mess in your head has dissipated."
"Hmm?" Wen Jingge frowned, looking at the hand that was grabbing her foot with disdain. This hand was not exerting any force, and it was too quiet compared to the others who were frantically trying to get out.
"The smaller one is still there, but it's gotten even smaller than when I first saw it."
"Oh." Wen Jingge nodded.
"Didn't you notice? The way you spoke just now sounded a lot like when she came out."
Wen Jingge swallowed hard, feeling even more terrified. "Don't scare me, I'm easily frightened."
"I believe you now." Lu Wei lowered his eyes, releasing a thick layer of demonic energy that caused the nascent ghostly energy to freeze. "Come out first."
"Very well! This humble monk thanks you, sir."
Lu Wei's eyes twitched slightly, thinking to himself that Wen Jingge's shameless personality must have been learned from the Tantric sect!
This monk is clearly a religious person, but his words are strangely annoying, and he keeps doing things that ruin the atmosphere.
“My master didn’t save you, he saved my master.”
Yang Wennan is a straightforward person who usually knows his limits in front of his two masters, but that doesn't mean he can't act as a righteous messenger to uphold the dignity of his sect when his junior sister isn't around.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Save everyone." Lu Wei said as he lifted Wen Jinge onto the coffin. "You two come up yourselves, time is running out."
Then Yang Wennan came up, but the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy couldn't come up no matter what he did; the coffin seemed to repel his approach.
“Master Wen—” The Buddha of Compassion and Joy suspected that Wen Jinge was plotting against him, but he had no evidence. He laughed and said, “This humble monk is still useful.”
“It wasn’t me.” Wen Jingge also looked puzzled, touched the coffin, and said softly, “A-Cai, let him up. I need to find out the Demon Lord’s whereabouts through the Holy Son.”
Lu Wei and Yang Wennan were not surprised by Wen Jinge's attitude at all. However, in all his years of life, the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy had never seen anyone speak so gently to a coffin, like lovers whispering sweet nothings to each other in the morning.
"this……"
Ah-Cai said you can come up, but don't talk too much.
Lu Wei's lips curled up slightly; no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like Wen Jingge was doing it on purpose.
The Buddha of Compassion and Joy silenced himself, and Lu Wei also withdrew his demonic energy at the right time. Qiao Yu's body was too weak; if he had been in his previous state, he wouldn't have been able to save her so precisely at the right moment.
"Shall we go out?"
"Waaaaah, you're not going to care?"
Wen Jingge was stunned for a moment, as if she understood why she used to call this person an idiot. Qiao Yu was just as infuriating when she first came up the mountain.
"Untie it. I told you not to talk, not that you shouldn't talk!"
The monk seemed to be holding his breath, and said quietly, "Is Master Wen not going to get involved here?"
"Find a spot to keep an eye on things. This is a major event concerning the Demon Lord's awakening. I don't believe that the Holy Son won't come back to see for himself what's going on here."
"What about the children?"
"Children?" Wen Jingge looked at him coldly, her eyes seeming to laugh at his delusions. "Would children eat human flesh? These children who grow up eating human flesh are even more difficult to deal with than those demonic shadows born from blood and filth. My Xuan Yun Sect is not a shelter, and I believe your Mi Cang Sect is not either."
“This…” the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy sighed, “If only my senior brother were here.”
Senior brother is the one who can truly persuade Master Wen; he's much more difficult to deal with than him.
"Whether your senior brother is here or not, it's the same. Where did he go?"
"She went to search for the Holy Maiden's footprints. A while ago she said she was near the Xuan Yun Sect, but we haven't heard from her since, so I don't know anything about her."
"Oh." Wen Jingge sighed, her mind not on the Buddha of Good and Evil, but on Bei Moling. That little girl had several of her strongholds destroyed by her, and now she probably both feared and hated her!
I've heard that the successive Holy Maidens and Holy Sons have fiercely competed for favor, so they dare not cause trouble in the Xuan Yun Sect area. Plus, they're being chased by a gossipy monk. It would be strange if nothing went wrong.
"Is Master Wen from the Xuan Yun Sect?" Before Wen Jinge could speak, he slapped his forehead again. "This humble monk was wrong. If Master Wen didn't come from there, where would he come from?"
Wen Jingge smiled and looked at Lu Wei. Qiao Yu's face was more pleasing to the eye. As for why she didn't look at Yang Wennan, it was because he was studying hard at the moment.
Children who are studying should not be disturbed.
The star chart is really too difficult. Wen Jingge is waiting for him to understand it and then teach her in return. Whether this is immoral or not is not within Wen Jingge's consideration.
"Master Wen, would you like to know how this humble monk tracked you down?"
It's not about whether I want to or not; it's about whether I say it or not.
Lu Wei's eyes changed, and he looked around blankly. He was sitting on a coffin, which was flying in the sky. His junior brother was sitting next to him studying, and his master was sitting opposite him.
"Master, Master..."
Wen Jingge nodded, but remained silent in her heart.
When there's nothing to do, keep your apprentices hidden; when there's trouble, let your apprentices step up.
Lu Wei really has some clever tricks up her sleeve!
"Who is that?" He looked at the monk with a hint of wariness. The monk didn't seem to have any good intentions, and he didn't understand why he thought that way.
"The Compassionate and Joyful Buddha of the Esoteric School." Yang Wennan was multitasking with his introduction, but before he could finish, he felt a sinister gaze fall on his head, so he quickly picked up his book.
The children were scattered in various places. In the camp where there were only children, it looked like a great battle had taken place. Fires were raging, and many children had been disemboweled. It wasn't just wild beasts that joined the battle and hurt people, but also the children themselves.
"Our Buddha is compassionate, how wonderful!"
"Is this still a good situation?" Qiao Yu clicked her tongue a few times, muttering, "No wonder the Grandmaster went to sleep; he didn't want to see this and be reminded of his painful memories! But I..."
He lowered his voice appropriately, but those present had excellent hearing, and every word he said was heard.
Yang Wennan: "What's wrong? Is Senior Brother also a war orphan?"
"also?"
"I am."
"This humble monk is also."
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