Lu Wei fell silent, unable to speak.
The Wen Jingge at this moment was definitely not the Wen Jingge he wanted to see.
"Wake up!" He was afraid that Wen Jingge had gone mad.
I used to be used to seeing her kill without blinking an eye, but now they're probably all demonized children, and who knows if they've really developed inner demons.
He didn't know it was the Demon Harp that had made the move; he was only thinking from Wen Jingge's perspective. "Wake up! Wen Jingge, didn't you say you'd help me find a body? Are you just going to give up like this? What happened to being a gentleman..."
Looking at him, Wen Jingge suddenly smiled.
Their eyes met, and it was a little awkward.
"You haven't fallen into demonic possession?"
"No." She shook her head, her tone full of mockery. "I'm not a gentleman, I'm the number one villain in the world."
Lu Wei: ...
Forget it, I'll just go along with her crazy antics!
The great war between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago ended in mutual destruction. Looking at the world, the conflict between humans and demons in the future is about to begin. Humans and demons will eventually fight, and it is unknown what side he will take!
I don't have many days left to spend with her, so let her go crazy if she wants to!
Lu Wei smiled. "You?"
"At least I'm better than you!"
As if he were drunk, Lu Wei was forced to take a punch from him.
The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy, who had been sitting to one side, snapped out of his reverie after the playful fight and looked at the two people on different paths with deep emotion.
Good and evil, sorrow and joy.
It was a question their master gave them before he left, and now that they are both centenarians, they still haven't figured it out.
"Master." The child opened his eyes.
He had slept for a day. After taking some herbal medicine and receiving treatment from Wen Jingge, his body felt much better.
This child, compared to the other disciples, is more like a combination of Wang Xi and Liang Si—calm, proper, and adept at handling situations.
Despite his apparent reluctance yesterday, he obediently became Wen Jingge's disciple, though there was one thing. He only realized upon waking that his hand was still clutching his master's robes.
"Does it have a name?" Wen Jingge asked him.
There was a lot of dew in the mountains in the morning. Wen Jinge had learned his lesson when he first came to this world. He was also flying on a sword. The boy was clingy, so I had no choice but to carry him.
Both of them were wrapped in thick cloth, looking like Arabs.
“Ling Yi…”
"Which supernatural thing?" Wen Jingge laughed. "The monk said there's news in these mountains. Could you be a mountain spirit in disguise, so that evil thoughts can't get into you?"
Actually, Yang Wennan wanted to tell Wen Jingge when she brought the child back yesterday, but after she found out, the child wouldn't let go, so Wen Jingge was delayed for a day.
Lu Wei went with the Buddha of Compassion and Joy, while Yang Wennan rested with her for a night.
“Yi means simple, and Ling means lofty ambition.” The boy blinked, put his hands on Wen Jingge’s neck, and looked at her intently. “Master, are you sure you’ve decided to accept me as your disciple?”
"Why do you ask that?" Wen Jingge couldn't understand what was going on in his head, but luckily he was good at talking.
"I want my master to never leave me; I hate betrayal."
"Forever?" Wen Jingge didn't know how long her forever would be. She was always unusually patient with this child, as if she owed him something in her past life.
"Okay," she agreed.
The way she left this world was inevitably through death, which can be considered eternal!
Wen Jingge didn't think much of it, but little did she know that those words would almost cost her the rest of her life.
"Did someone betray you before?" she asked casually, wanting to kill some time.
"They all said I was the one who could save them, but in the end they wanted to kill me. Master, isn't this betrayal?"
Wen Jingge hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
"Master, will you kill me one day?"
Qiao Yu used to be a real headache for her; her questions were always pointless, and she couldn't be bothered to think about them.
But now, facing Ling Yi, even though the questions he asks are still nonsensical, Wen Jingge has the patience to think them through.
Why would I kill you?
The more Wen Jingge looked at the kid, the more familiar he seemed. He remembered that the kid was the one she first saw being beaten up by a group of kids.
His expression when he's not smiling, and his expression when he is smiling, are both quite infuriating.
"I don't know." Ling Yi shook his head blankly.
He looked at the clouds in the sky for a while, then at the rows of trees receding into the distance on the ground. "Master, if I say I can see the future, will you believe me?"
Wen Jingge's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, the sword beneath her feet was a demonic zither, which could autopilot, thus preventing the first air disaster in the history of the Xuanmen sect.
“I saw it.” He pointed to his eyes, very seriously. “I saw it when they chose me to be a god.”
"What god?"
There are many religions in this world, but only the emperor of Qianyan Kingdom does not want anyone to cause trouble under his nose. Elsewhere, people believe in all sorts of things.
Ling Yi looks more like a living bodhisattva, someone who has always been worshipped.
"They said it was a god of good fortune who could protect peace, but I brought trouble upon myself. After being brought back to the camp, the steward set me up as an example."
He smiled coldly, a shallow scar on his face that would fade away soon.
"So...they all hate me, they think I stole their luck."
"Readable?" Wen Jingge thought of how he spoke his name; he must be literate.
“There used to be a teacher in the family, but the family is gone now.”
When Wen Jingge was at Xuan Yun Sect, she didn't really realize it. But after going down the mountain and meeting more people, she discovered that they were all orphans, which made her unsure of how to respond.
This was a chaotic time, and many people were displaced.
In times of chaos, demons emerge, which does indeed fit the old saying I've heard before.
"Then I met a Taoist priest who said that I was a god and that I should be worshipped. So I followed him here."
"Mm." Wen Jingge nodded.
"When I came here..." a layer of panic covered his eyes, "I saw it that night, that everyone here would become skeletons. I watched people die in front of me, and I was powerless to do anything about it."
Precognitive abilities?
Wen Jingge took it seriously.
She used to think that gods didn't live in the heavens, and that cultivators above the second rank didn't exist. But then a paper god actually fell down from the sky.
After seeing it so many times, it becomes less surprising.
Ling Yi stared at her face, seemingly trying to find a flaw, and only said when he found that she didn't laugh at him, "When I saw my master, I saw snow falling all over the sky."
"Snow?"
The climate here is harsh. You can still see some grass where people live, but further out, it's basically just yellow sand. Snow is unlikely!
"It's not snow from the sky, it's blood from people's bodies."
"Human blood?"
"Yes." His eyes rippled with a thousand waves, as if drawing people in. "Blood is falling from the sky, and there are corpses all over the ground. Just stand on the pile of bones and look down."
"Here?"
“Here.” Ling Yi was certain. “I can’t be mistaken about the temple that enshrines me.”
"The Goddess of Fortune?" Wen Jingge murmured. "No wonder she's always so unlucky."
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