"Where's that idiot? Hasn't he gotten up yet?" Wen Jingge ate a pancake. Although she had already stopped eating and didn't need to eat, she still needed to maintain the sense of ritual in her life.
"I don't know." Ling Yi rubbed the dark circles under his eyes. "I did see a figure when I went out last night. It looked like him, but I don't know where he went."
The food was all packed in storage bags. Originally, Wen Xueshan was going to treat them, but Wen Jingge refused.
Of the group, only three people wanted to eat.
Qiao Yu's advancement was suppressed, which is why she was unable to reach the sixth rank of cultivation.
As for Wang Xi, Wen Jingge didn't expect her to practice martial arts, and she herself was quite indifferent to it.
Then there's Ling Yi, who has no cultivation whatsoever.
"Master, I have something to say," Wang Xi said indistinctly. "Master, look at me."
Wen Jingge glanced at her a few more times. "You changed your hairpin! It looks quite nice."
"No, Master! I want you to see if I'm dead or not!"
First thing in the morning, your disciple is sitting across from you eating breakfast, and the first thing he says is this: are you scared?
"Are you out of your mind?" Wen Jingge asked, her head throbbing.
"No, Master..."
Wang Xi rattled off a long explanation of what she and her fellow disciples had encountered on their journey.
Wen Jingge listened quietly without saying much. "We can't let our guard down. By the way, you chased the Holy Son here yesterday, did you see him? Wen Xueshan said he came too, could it be that he's the one causing trouble?"
"I didn't see it." Lu Wei ate in silence.
The task of teaching is arduous and far-reaching. While other disciples are advancing in rank, whether Qiao Yu, whom he is guiding, can wake up depends entirely on the grace of God. He has lost count of how many times it has been him, not Qiao Yu, who has been awake.
It seems that Qiao Yu's promotion can only be carried out upon returning to the Xuan Yun Sect.
His mind was filled with other things. He didn't like the Buddha of Compassion and Joy, and he kicked him out last night. Maybe he left in anger.
The elegant term "sadness and joy" is not well chosen.
"I don't know." The taciturn Yang Wennan shook his head. He just felt strange, but couldn't think of what it was. Just then, a small hand took his hand. "Senior brother, you are a descendant of the Soul Clan. You can't just close your eyes. You also need to comprehend."
Although Ling Yi was still a child, his behavior along the way was remarkable, and no one dared to disregard his words.
"Comprehension?" He seemed to have thought of something, and when he opened his eyes, all he could see was white. "Master, I saw that it was Junior Brother who took away the Buddha of Compassion and Joy."
"It wasn't me, was it?" Ling Yi muttered to himself, quite confused. "I opened the door to get some fresh air, and I only saw a shadow walking away. I only went out because you disturbed me."
"Me? You're disturbing me?"
Ling Yi nodded, his innocent face revealing a bombshell conclusion, appearing quite serious: "That's right, the power of the Soul Clan is all in you, otherwise why do you think your eyes and hands are injured?"
That seems plausible.
"So?" Wen Jingge asked.
“So…” Ling Yi pointed to his dark circles, “So you were all dreaming about the past, and I was forced to watch. Sometimes it was Master’s, sometimes it was the eldest master’s, sometimes it was the eldest brother’s, sometimes it was the third brother’s, sometimes it was the youngest sister’s, oh, and sometimes it was the second brother’s. My mind was too chaotic, so I had to wake up.”
"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Jingge rubbed his little head, but Ling Yi shivered.
“Master… I, I’m the one who took away the Buddha of Compassion and Joy.” He said anxiously, unable to think of a way to express himself for a moment. “No, it wasn’t me, I didn’t take it away, it was me, sigh! Anyway, that person looked like me, but, it wasn’t me.”
"Do you need any help?" Yang Wennan looked at the small hand he was still holding. Just now, he seemed to have established some kind of special connection with Ling Yi.
"Yes, I want to!" Ling Yi nodded, their fingertips touching. "Senior brother might be a little tired, but that guy surnamed Wen will be here soon."
“Ancestor.” Liang Si opened the door, and Wen Xueshan was standing outside.
Before leaving yesterday, Wen Jingge told him to get up, so he was standing.
Upon seeing that the visitor was Liang Si, he smiled and nodded, "Greetings, Ancestor."
Because they were Wen Jingge's disciples, Wen Jingge was called the Ancestor, and they, as disciples, became the patriarchs in the mouths of the people of this city.
Although it felt awkward, they had to do as the Romans do. Besides, their master had told them that he had been mistaken for someone else, so the only way to get out of the outside world was to keep these people in line and do what he was supposed to do.
"Master is cultivating. May I ask what brings you here?"
Liang Si glanced at the trays in his hands. Each of these men in black robes was carrying a tray, and the items on the trays, when combined, should form a complete set of magnificent clothing, like that used for sacrificial rites.
"The Ghost Festival is about to begin. Every year, the younger generation holds it on behalf of the ancestor. This year, the ancestor has returned, so I should go in person."
"The Ghost Festival?" This name doesn't sound like a pleasant holiday.
“Yes, Ancestor shouldn’t have forgotten this festival.” Wen Xueshan seemed puzzled, muttering to herself, “Since the patriarchs are Ancestor’s disciples, they can go and visit if they like excitement.”
"Understood." Liang Si nodded and pointed to the open space to the side. "I'll put the clothes here for now and take them in when Master gets up."
"Then I thank you, Ancestor." Wen Xueshan knelt down politely and kowtowed in the direction of Wen Jingge. "Please remember, Ancestor, that midnight tonight is the start of the Ghost Festival. I will send someone to pick you up in advance."
"Okay, get up now!" Liang Si was indifferent to these people's habit of kneeling at the drop of a hat.
Their manners were impeccable; they showed unconditional obedience to those of higher status, like the loyal servants of the palace guard, devoid of their own thoughts.
"Then see you later, Master."
Liang Si nodded.
After the group left, he entered the room and asked, "Did you see clearly?"
“The monk is right around us, but we can’t see him.” Yang Wennan lowered his hand. He looked pale because of his weakness, and the hand that had been in contact with Ling Yi was trembling.
Perhaps because he had been a "god" for so long, Ling Yi was actually fine.
"Can't see it?" For some reason, he thought of the courtyard that Wang Xi had seen first. If Wang Xi hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have noticed that there was a courtyard right next to him.
Even the smallest building in the wasteland can be seen, let alone that small courtyard with its lush green trees, so conspicuous, yet he failed to notice it.
"Any ideas?"
"Master... do you think we're in a huge dream right now?"
Wen Jingge shuddered.
The reason she remained calm when she first transmigrated was because she didn't believe she had transmigrated and considered the "non-existence" as a way to add variety to her life.
What does that mean?
"Perhaps this is all an even bigger lie created by that man who claims to be a god in a state of mental confusion."
"Does he still want his master to find him and kill him?" Wang Xi asked.
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