Master Wuyou stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Master Jiang, you're too kind to this humble monk."
Taoism has always revered the strong, and although Jiang Si is young, her magical power is unfathomable.
He knew that Jiang Si had already held back her strength in that attack.
Otherwise, this old Taoist priest might have already vomited three liters of blood and died on the spot.
Jiang Si smiled and said, "Master Wuyou's abilities are unmatched among cultivators." Unlike others who have cheat codes, she came from a non-Dharma-ending era, when spiritual energy was as plentiful as dogs, and many secret treasures for cultivation had not been lost.
To have cultivated to such a level in this degenerate age is truly admirable.
Master Wuyou asked, "I wonder what brings Master Jiang Si here today?"
Jiang Si didn't waste any words: "I want to find your eldest disciple, Qi Shanqing."
Upon hearing the name, Master Wuyou sighed softly, his eyes filled with boundless pity: "You've come too late."
"She went astray during her cultivation and has been trapped in the unconscious realm for decades."
"If Master Jiang Si does not believe it, you may come with me to see for yourself."
Jiang Si wasn't skeptical, but she still went along.
Qi Shanqing was in another secluded courtyard on the back mountain. The environment there was very quiet. There was only a young Taoist nun in the courtyard. She greeted Master Wuyou respectfully and looked at Jiang Si with some doubt.
Ordinary believers never come here.
“We’ve come to see the good deeds,” Master Wuyou said. “Lead us there.”
Since Qi Shanqing was a woman, it was inconvenient for Master Wuyou to enter. "You go in, she's inside."
Jiang Si stepped inside.
The room was very clean, and fresh wildflowers were placed on the table, adding a touch of life to the room.
Qi Shanqing lay quietly in bed for decades.
She hasn't aged; she still looks like she's in her early twenties.
Her complexion was rosy; anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was asleep.
Jiang Si took her pulse; it was strong yet somewhat rapid, indicating that her apparent slumber was merely an illusion, and that she was likely experiencing something difficult in her unconscious state.
As for what it is, we can only explore her unconscious world.
However, it is very dangerous to rashly enter someone else's unconscious world.
Qi Shanqing's unconscious world reveres her; she can crush a person to death at will, annihilating their soul.
Whether he lives or dies depends on Qi Shanqing's mood.
Jiang Si dared not gamble, nor did she know how to gamble.
Jiang Si went outside and asked Master Wuyou, "Haven't you thought of any way to wake her up?"
Master Wuyou naturally cherished his eldest disciple, Qi Shanqing.
He smiled wryly and said, "Master Jiang Si should know that she is trapped in her own consciousness, and she may not want to wake up." Master Wuyou glanced inside and said, "She cultivates diligently and has high talent. Her magical power is only slightly below mine. I am incompetent and cannot enter her unconscious world."
To enter someone else's unconscious world, it's not enough for you to be willing; you also have to be strong enough.
No one in the world can enter.
Master Wuyou looked at Jiang Si: "Master Jiang Si, do you have a solution?"
The person before me possesses unfathomable magical power; perhaps he has a solution.
Jiang Si was very frank, "I could go in, but I wouldn't dare to go in."
Who knows how Qi Shanqing will deal with her?
What if she doesn't like her?
She wasn't wronged at all; Fu Lanjun's secret wasn't worth her risking her life for.
“That’s the situation,” Jiang Si said to Fu Lanjun in a good-natured manner. “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I’m powerless to do anything about it.”
Looking at the churning Yellow Springs water below, Fu Lanjun said, "It's only natural that Master Jiang wouldn't go in." He then turned around and said, "What if I wanted to go in? Could you lend me a hand?"
Jiang Si: "..."
Being love-struck doesn't mean being like this.
“Strictly speaking, Qi Shanqing has a grudge against you, right? Are you really going to just go in like this and not even want to be a ghost anymore?” If Qi Shanqing gets caught up in old grudges, it’s not impossible that she might just kill Fu Lanjun.
Fu Lanjun lowered her head and sighed softly, almost inaudibly: "Then it can be considered that my wish has been fulfilled."
If Qi Shanqing truly hates him to the point of death, then the answer is obvious and there's no need to ask anymore.
At this moment, Jiang Si really wanted to give him a thumbs up.
Fu Lanjun took out a small piece of paper rolled up like a cigarette from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Si: "If I really can't get out, Master Jiang Si can read this note."
Jiang Si took the note, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
This is someone who is prepared to die.
Jiang Si led Fu Lanjun upstairs. Master Wuyou clearly recognized him. He looked at Fu Lanjun, wanting to say something, but after a long while he only said, "The word 'love' is difficult, so difficult."
Jiang Si felt that Master Wuyou was right.
Fu Lanjun looked at Qi Shanqing lying quietly on the bed with infinite longing, "I am happy to do this."
"..." Okay, whatever you like.
Jiang Si reiterated once again: "If you enter her unconscious realm, your life or death will depend entirely on her decision. You need to think this through." Don't end up being a ghost who suffers a terrible death.
Fu Lanjun said calmly, "I'm ready. Master Jiang Si, please begin."
Jiang Si took a small mark of his soul from his forehead and lit it on an incense stick.
"If this incense goes out, it means you are gone."
The thought that a small stick of incense could represent her life or death amused Fu Lanjun: "To die in her unconscious world is a stroke of good fortune for me."
There's no reasoning with someone who's obsessed with love, and Jiang Si decided not to try to persuade her any further.
Do whatever you want.
Jiang Si formed a hand seal, and a gust of wind blew, making the door frame rattle. Then, Jiang Si pointed at Fu Lanjun, and Fu Lanjun disappeared from the spot and entered Qi Shanqing's unconscious realm.
After everything calmed down, Master Wuyou said, "I only hope that the two of them can be safe."
This is Fu Lanjun's unresolved issue, and isn't it also Qi Shanqing's unresolved issue?
Jiang Si glanced at the person on the bed, "I hope so."
Fu Lanjun was initially so shaken that she lost consciousness. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was a fog, and she couldn't see anything around her.
He walked slowly forward, and a scroll painting of a previous dynasty slowly unfolded before him.
The streets were bustling with activity, pedestrians came and went in an endless stream, and countless boats traveled back and forth on the Grand Canal in Beijing.
As soon as he stepped in, he found himself in the heart of the bustling city, amidst a cacophony of voices.
He saw several old friends who pulled him toward the restaurant ahead.
"I heard that the current prime minister is there too. Let's go take a look."
"Lin Xiang is exceptionally talented. If we could receive even a little guidance from him, we would certainly benefit greatly."
"Haha, let's see if Brother Fu can pass a move or two to Prime Minister Lin."
Fu Lanjun saw "him" and said with great enthusiasm, "There is no first place in literature, but there is a second place in martial arts. Let me go and see."
Fu Lanjun felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. It was here that he met Qi Shanqing, and from that first meeting, he was doomed for life.
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