The wind outside the window scattered the tears. Ayao's eyes were empty, and he stood there blankly for a long time, so long that his master disappeared.
The master ignored him and left.
She remained as cold and indifferent as ever, like a hard, unyielding stone.
Ayao pinched himself hard, and his palms immediately bled profusely. He screamed in agony.
You once said, "I'll tell you whoever bullies me."
"It's you who's bullying me now, Master!"
"Please don't abandon me, Master!!"
Lingxi stood behind the door, a complex emotion welling up in her eyes, her gaze fixed on the tear-streaked face.
I've been learning from her for several years, but I cry whenever something happens. I haven't made any progress at all. I need to be taught more.
Ayao is no longer her apprentice.
She is no longer qualified to teach him.
Lingxi frowned slightly, a dense, aching feeling rising in her chest, her expression even more unsightly than if she were crying.
Why would she do that?
Since ancient times, parting has been a source of sorrow, such as wives sending their husbands off to war and children sending their parents to their graves.
She is human, and she is no exception.
Over the years, the two have been together day and night, and even saying goodbye to a dog they've raised for many years would make them sad.
Treating Ayao as a dog about to go to the battlefield has been reasonable for many years.
Lingxi's thoughts drifted further and further away, and when she came back to her senses, her expression returned to its former indifference.
She took one last look at the boy, then left without hesitation.
Ah Yao, you must go back, but I must leave.
This is our destiny.
After a long while, Ayao wiped away his tears and walked out of Yuanqing Temple step by step, his eyes turning sinister.
The child asked, "Ayao, what did the abbot say to you?"
A Yao's expression was indifferent, his eyes devoid of any light. "I am the sixth prince of the current dynasty. How dare a commoner address me by my childhood name?"
The child was shocked. "Are you crazy!"
The abbot has disappeared, and Ayao's attitude has completely changed. What happened in just a quarter of an hour?
The child didn't understand, "Hey! Ayao..."
"Get out of my way!"
Ayao pushed him aside and walked straight toward Eunuch Wang, exuding an aura of royal dominance.
With a bright smile, Eunuch Wang swayed his orchid-like fingers and said, "Sixth Prince, please get into the sedan chair."
The soldiers all knelt down, "Sixth Prince, please get into the sedan chair!"
A Yao lifted his eyelids and glanced indifferently at the servants below, his disdainful gaze sending chills down one's spine.
Eunuch Wang lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him.
Despite living outside for so many years, the Sixth Prince's royal aura remains undiminished, as if he were born an emperor.
His Majesty has ten princes. The eldest prince died young, the second prince is lame, the third and fourth princes are mentally challenged, the fifth prince died young, the seventh prince is weak, and the eighth, ninth, and tenth princes are too young.
The Sixth Prince was the only normal and adult prince, so the Emperor hurriedly took him back.
Otherwise, the Great Xia dynasty would not be able to survive.
With the Sixth Prince's return to the palace, the landscape of the capital is about to change.
Eunuch Wang led the way, announcing, "Lift the sedan chair! Bring the Sixth Prince back to the palace!"
Ayao sat in the sedan chair, clenching his fists tightly, and did not look at Yuanqing Temple again.
Master, since you wish me to become an emperor, then I will grant your wish.
If you fulfill your wish, then you should fulfill mine.
At that time, we will no longer be master and disciple; I will decide what our relationship will be!
Lingxi, you'll never get rid of me in this lifetime!
Don't even think about it in your next life!!
...
The little boy watched the sedan chair disappear into the distance, feeling both sad and a little happy.
Ayao is gone. No one is competing with him for the position of abbot, no one is being punished with him, and no one is playing with him.
The boy retorted, "I've never known any Sixth Prince, I only know A-Yao. Don't forget me and the Abbot. I'll come to the capital to visit you next year..."
He cursed as he wiped his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white figure rushing out.
The boy's eyes lit up. "Master, if you're going to find A-Yao, I want to go too!"
Lingxi shook her head, "I need to go and fulfill my mission. I will leave Yuanqing Temple to you from now on."
The child's eyes widened, and he cried out in despair, "Ayao just left, and now the abbot is leaving too?!"
Lingxi patted his head. "Little boy, everyone is born with their own mission. Ayao is to be a good emperor, and you are to protect Yuanqing Temple."
The boy understood, of course, that the old abbot had said this principle.
He was originally a servant doing odd jobs, but the abbot taught him the five arts of metaphysics, which changed his fate.
He only learned the basics. What will happen to the reputation of Yuanqing Temple after the abbot leaves?
The child clung tightly to Lingxi's leg, pleading, "Master, your mission is to protect Yuanqing Temple! You mustn't leave!"
Lingxi slapped him away, saying, "I have other missions. If I don't go, you will die, Ayao will die, and all the people in the world will die."
The little boy asked blankly, "Is it that serious?"
Lingxi patiently explained for the first time, "Back then, the old abbot foresaw a calamity that would befall the world, and I was a glimmer of hope for survival."
"Over the years, I have been doing a divination every day, and I have finally figured out what is called 'calamity'."
The child bit her lip. "What is it?"
Lingxi looked into the distance, thinking, "They're killing each other."
The evil artifacts in the mountains and forests can incite negative emotions, causing humans to kill each other, such as sons killing their parents and husbands killing their wives.
How painful it must be to witness your parents or children die by your own hand.
If evil artifacts shroud the earth, the world will descend into chaos, filled with slaughter.
Lingxi simply described it: "When the evil artifact is born, you kill me, and I kill you."
"Does Xiaotong want to see Ayao kill me?"
The little boy didn't even dare to think about it, exclaiming, "No way!"
Ayao dared to kill the abbot! Kill him!
The little boy, with tears in his eyes, pleaded, "Master, how do we destroy the evil weapon? I'll go with you, okay?"
"You've forgotten your mission again, how stupid." Lingxi suppressed the urge to flip the child over with one hand and said slowly.
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