Xuanhua Palace Master He Xiao, dressed in white, stood beside Elder Yao's coffin, his five fingers tightly gripping Yao's bamboo cane.
As dusk fell, the room became dark and quiet.
The last rays of the setting sun slanted in through the high window, casting a red glow over the towering statue of the faceless god.
The incense and candles surrounding the altar flickered, and heavy shadows gathered on the high walls before slowly and silently descending to the floor.
After the last mourner left, the room gradually quieted down.
Only the Tang Dynasty style remains.
"My lord, no one can stand guard for seven days and seven nights!" Tang Feng advised. "When was the last time you rested?"
“When Mr. Yao was still alive!” He Xiao said.
"Tonight, please let me take your place!" Tang Feng pleaded.
"My mind is made up!" He Xiao announced. "You can go back now!"
"Yes, sir." Tang Feng agreed, while Tang Ying seemed reluctant to leave until He Xiao's expression changed, at which point she bowed and departed.
The footsteps of the two disciples faded into the distance, and He Xiao was once again alone in a room with Master Yao, accompanied only by candles and the sweet and cloying smell of death.
At this moment, He Xiao's back was aching and his legs were almost numb, so he stretched his muscles and bones.
“The Faceless God!” He Xiao sighed. “Mr. Medicine!”
Is all of this real?
The god I worship represents death.
They descend to earth in the flesh and blood of their disciples, and when they leave, they will surely take the disciples' lives!
Mr. Yao's last words and actions seemed so much like a miracle!
And Mr. Yao's death...
Although he had some of the ailments common to the elderly, He Xiao had never seen anyone's condition deteriorate so rapidly in his life.
On the day He Xiao brought Zhao Zhilan back to the capital, he met with Mr. Yao.
At the time, He Xiao believed that he would be healthy enough to live to be a hundred years old.
But he died a few days after the “miracle” occurred; the disease he contracted was like a raging fire that burned him to ashes.
All of this is so... fitting!
The question is, why does the Faceless God interfere in human affairs?
Why would they tell the Xuanhua Palace disciples not to help Lin Mo, and in such a blatant and undisguised tone?
If it is a god, how could it issue such a command?
What He Xiao couldn't understand even more was that now the entire continent believed in gods and Buddhas, and was doing its utmost to suppress the Faceless God.
No matter what kind of "power" Lin Mo possesses, at least he's willing to support us!
Over time, He Xiao gradually came to understand Lin Mo's character.
Although this person has flaws, he has a strong desire to kill.
However, he possessed a character that ordinary people lacked when it came to dealing with ordinary people and those around him, and when it came to his sense of right and wrong.
The flickering candlelight in the room echoed He Xiao's inner feelings.
chaos!
I don't understand!
This is a reflection of He Xiao's inner world.
He recalled his past with Mr. Yao, and the old man's teachings kept echoing in his mind.
In this dim and silent room, the words spoken at that time echoed in his mind.
Until all the windows overhead turned pitch black, with only faint starlight peeking through, the sun had completely sunk.
Even with countless incense candles burning, the stench of the corpse grew stronger and stronger.
He couldn't help but think of Zhao Zhilan, a stubborn, willful, and persistent woman!
Zhao Zhilan has been missing since Huo Minggao's army arrived.
Where is she now? "God, grant her strength," he murmured, almost in prayer…
Before we knew it, it was midnight.
The door creaked open, and when he looked up, a familiar figure stood before him.
It's raining again outside. Looking at the other person's wet body, he thought to himself.
Rainwater streamed down the other person's cloak, pooling at their feet.
"When did he come in? I didn't hear a sound," He Xiao thought in surprise.
“Lord!” the other party said.
"Qi Ming?" He Xiao called out slowly, as if waking from a dream, disoriented and unsure of his surroundings. "What time is it now?"
This person is also a disciple of Xuanhua Palace, and his skills far surpass those of Tang Feng.
However, He Xiao kept his distance from him, because this man was too ruthless and would not give up until he achieved his goal.
"The hour of Yin!"
"So late?" He Xiao shook his head. "What do you want from me?"
"The seventh day after Mr. Yao's death has passed!" Qi Ming replied. "His soul is now in the temple of the Faceless God, serving the deities!"
He Xiao's expression changed. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
“My Lord, you should leave this place,” Qi Ming said.
"Whether I leave or not is none of your business."
Qi Ming gave a cold laugh, "This disciple is worried that I might accidentally injure Mr. Yao's physical body."
As soon as he finished speaking, the intense murderous aura caused the candlelight in the room to flicker violently.
He Xiao subconsciously took a step forward. "You want to commit insubordination?"
"Hahaha!" Qi Ming laughed loudly. "I call you Venerable Lord because of all the things you have done for Xuanhua Palace. But you have disobeyed the will of the Faceless God and released Lin Mo and his family without permission."
From that moment on, you were no longer the Lord, but a traitor to my Xuanhua Palace!
"Traitor?" He Xiao clenched his fists instinctively.
When the faceless god possessed Mr. Yao's body, he did give a decree that Lin Mo's family should not be allowed to leave.
But He Xiao eventually let them go in private.
He believes that Mr. Yao may be using the name of the Faceless God to make some decisions or take some actions of his own.
This is because it doesn't fit the style of the Faceless God, but rather resembles Mr. Medicine's own style or intention.
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