The child asked her, "Is a god without power still a god?"
Wen Jingge didn't know that, she only knew that everyone who met her for the first time would laugh and shout, "Hahaha, ninth rank, ninth rank, only ninth rank left."
These kinds of people are really annoying.
Perhaps, now we should laugh at her for being just an ordinary person!
However, if an ordinary person can wield swordsmanship of a level two or higher, does that mean they have power or not?
Wen Jingge looked up at the sky.
The sun came out, the sky cleared up, and the rainwater receded quickly on the sand. If it weren't for the water droplets still clinging to the wild grass, no one would have noticed the thunderstorm that had just passed.
"If you can't even answer this, you still want to be my master?!"
The boy clicked his tongue, and with his stomach churning, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of the honey wine and drank it down in one gulp.
For ordinary people, drinking honey-brewed wine is like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit – they don't taste it, but undeniably, the effects are very obvious.
The boy's voice was much more complete, sounding like that of a normal child.
Wen Jinge laughed sadly.
She's been in this world for about half a year, and everyone else is eager to find her. This is the first time she's been rejected. I guess only this child treats her like a person!
"He's still a god, but it will take time for him to return to his peak."
"time?"
"Um."
"He just forgot the way home; once he finds that way, he can go back."
"Home..." the boy murmured, his voice weakening, lost in thought, his hands hanging limply at his sides. "Where is home?"
He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The Demon Harp is back, and it's unclear how much of its demonic energy it has transferred to Ah Cai. It seems that feeding Ah Cai is still a long and arduous task!
"Master..." Yang Wennan looked at the little person in Wen Jingge's arms with a complicated expression, thinking to himself, could it be that Master went out to save this child?
Ah-Cai lay quietly to one side. Mo-Qin returned and was very quiet. He was laid flat on the coffin, where the corpse lay quietly.
"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."
"Buddha of Sorrow and Joy, what did you see?" Wen Jingge frowned. A monk's words were never good, and she wanted to find out the reason.
"This humble monk saw nothing."
The Buddha of Compassion and Joy, with eyes focused on the nose and nose on the heart, stands to the side. It's like a sculpture I've never seen before.
“I didn’t see you say anything. Ah-Cai doesn’t like noisy people.”
The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Ah Cai, only Master Wenxian could say such a thing to a coffin without changing his expression!
The most wonderful person in the world.
He recalled what his master had said to his two fellow disciples before he defected from the sect: "Zhiyin, Zhilin, looking at the entire Xuanmen sect, if evil forces were to emerge in the future, there would only be one person who could contend with them. She can be considered, no, from now on, she will be half a master..."
"Master, is it foolish to do something knowing it's impossible?" Zhiyin asked, puzzled.
"Exorcise the demon." At that time, his master smiled peacefully. He was still young and did not understand how heavy separation was.
His master said in the most relaxed tone, "Let's start with my Tantric Buddhism!"
He didn't quite understand, and then he heard his master say, "How can a thousand-year plan be ruined because of one person like me?"
"Is it absolutely necessary to go?" Zhiyin asked.
"yes."
"Understood." Zhiyin clasped her hands together, looking at her master's newly white eyebrows. "Then who is that wonderful person?"
"Wen Jingge, the master of the Xuanyun Sect! He is the most remarkable person in the world!"
"Zhiyin has remembered it. Junior Brother Zhiyin will also work hard to teach you. Please rest assured, Master."
"From this day forward, you two will have no other teachers in the Vajrayana sect besides each other. Remember this well." The master repeatedly instructed him with these words before leaving.
"Yes, Zhiyin. From now on, Zhiyin will cultivate good and evil, and Zhilin will cultivate sorrow and joy, to bid farewell to our master."
He was still young at the time, and when he saw his senior brother kneel down, he followed suit, unaware that their parting would be forever.
Before long, his master became a sinner of the Secret Sect, associating with demonic cultivators, and was expelled from the sect.
However, he would always remember what his master had said about the wonderful person he and his senior brother could turn to when they were desperate.
Three years ago, the old sect master of Xuanyun, Bu Suanzi, was in much worse health than before. The peak master of Wanzhang Peak sealed off the mountain and asked for permission to enter after three days.
The old sect leader brought a disciple into the mountain to ask the peak master of Wanzhang Peak to accept him as a disciple. Half a year later, the old sect leader and his disciple left Wanzhang Peak together. Wanzhang Peak continued to be closed to the public, and his first disciple was enrolled under the Lingxiao Peak. However, the one who taught him was the peak master of Xuanbing Peak.
This honor is far beyond what ordinary disciples can possess.
Half a year later, Bu Suanzi passed away.
The entire clan stayed at home for a year to observe mourning, but two major events occurred.
Firstly, the demonic forces were rampant, suggesting a possible breach of the seal. Aside from the medicine and artifact cultivators who remained, the rest of the Xuan Yun Sect were forced to go and reseal the seal. Such a massive force naturally created an opportunity for others to exploit.
Secondly, Wanzhang Peak was unsealed, and Wen Jingge went to Fentian Gate. It is said that on that day, the Fentian Gate was filled with dust and smoke, and the master of Wanzhang Peak fainted on the ground and was unconscious.
This is all that the Buddha of Compassion and Joy knows. In his master's eyes, the sect leader of Xuanyun Sect should be Wen Jinge, but he doesn't know why the current sect leader is Xuanbing Peak Master.
None of that matters. Back then, his master was referring to Wen Jingge as a person, not as the Xuan Yun Sect Master.
Looking at the dazed monk, Wen Jinge couldn't help but curse, "What a fool!"
"Master, who is this?"
"From now on, he will be your junior brother."
The child was asleep, and Wen Jingge didn't know his name or anything. She had no useful information about him whatsoever.
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