Chapter 65065 Yunshui River Prequel: Will You Save Him or Not? ...
"Yunshui...Empress." The stunned expression gradually turned into a melancholy sigh.
Lady Yunshui said nothing, merely gazing at him with compassion. But that look only made Yun Qiao feel even more ashamed.
She said softly, "Since you lit the plague-repelling incense, have you never considered yourself?"
Yun Qiao remained silent.
I remembered what he had just said -
"If I die, can I be separated from him?"
If this statement is sincere, does it mean that Yun Qiao has already decided to die?
But I still can’t understand Yun Qiao’s behavior, or maybe the behavior of a mentally ill person doesn’t need to be understood.
Niangniang Yunshui and Yunqiao had something to talk about privately, so Xiao Lianhua and I left the hall to give them private space.
Little Lotus said, "Perhaps Yun Qiao wants to use this plague to bring merit to Lady Yunshui."
I looked at him in surprise and was speechless. When I thought about it carefully, I even felt that it made a lot of sense.
He already hated the villagers of Yunshui Village, lighting incense to attract plague at night and incense to repel it during the day. If someone contracted the plague, even if we knew it was his doing, he could argue that his good deeds canceled out the bad, and that it had nothing to do with him. This kind of self-deception would be laughable to ordinary people, but it was perfectly natural for a mentally ill person.
I once again told myself not to try to understand the mental circuits of a mentally ill patient, even though Yun Qiao looked completely normal now.
For some reason, I always feel uneasy as if a storm is about to come.
We strolled along the Yunshui River. The starry sky remained the same, just as it had been that night when Little Lotus taught me the constellations. Even the position of the Big Dipper remained the same.
I stroked the pattern of the scales on my wrist, wondering when the next remaining soul would be reclaimed. I didn't have any particular desire for this, but I simply wondered if the remaining soul would be reclaimed, would the vortex disappear?
I don't know why the vortex appears. Although I know the tower won't harm me, I still don't want to be constantly dragged into other worlds by it. If it could just end, that would be great.
About an hour later, Xiao Lianhua and I returned to the Hexian Temple. Before we even reached the main hall, we smelled blood and felt something was wrong.
Little Lotus took a step forward, his figure flashing like lightning into the hall. I followed closely behind him, only to see him half-crouching beside a kneeling figure. When he looked up, his face solemn, "Yun Qiao is dead. He committed suicide."
My mind went blank. I looked up at the statue—it was still looking down with compassion, observing the world.
"Liancan."
I called out the name of Lady Yunshui.
As the candlelight flickered, a phantom figure gradually solidified. She emerged, her gaze fixed on Yun Qiao's lifeless form. Little Lotus's gaze, however, was sharper.
"He's dead." Lady Yunshui's voice was calm, as if she was just stating a fact.
Yes, Yun Qiao is dead.
But why did he commit suicide?
But if I really want to explore his intention of committing suicide, I can actually guess a little bit.
Lady Yunshui stepped down from the altar and whispered, "He said that all the disasters were caused by him, and only death can atone for his sins."
It's so fake.
After hearing this, I immediately refuted it in my heart. Yun Qiao would not atone for this. He would rather separate from his master Ge Yun Qiao after death and be reborn as a human in the next life.
But when I look at the expression on Lady Yunshui’s face, it doesn’t seem fake. Is she being deceived, or is she deceiving us?
I immediately rejected this idea. If she really had such a scheming mind, how could she have ended up being killed without a burial place in the original history?
"I thought you would stop him."
A hint of confusion flashed in Lady Yunshui's eyes: "This is his wish, why should I stop him?"
"If the villagers ask for medicine, I will give it to them; if Yun Qiao is determined to die, I will not stop him."
I was speechless for a moment.
Little Lotus also remained silent.
Seeing our complicated expressions, she seemed a little hesitant and asked softly: "Did... I do something wrong?"
I slowly shook my head, feeling a mix of emotions. "You can't say it's wrong..."
Yun Qiao wanted to die, and since he had committed many sins, there was really no reason to stop him.
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We buried Yun Qiao's body late at night. His body was still cold, but his posture was forever frozen in that moment. I felt a mixture of emotions. While I sympathized with Yun Qiao, the series of reactions his resentment ultimately caused made sympathy completely unattainable. I knew I couldn't blame Yun Qiao for all the disaster, but I also wondered if the outcome would have been different without him.
The answer is unknown. And there is no point in discussing what has already happened.
"Do you think he can really separate from Yun Qiao?" I asked Xiao Lianhua softly.
The derived personality is like another soul existing within the body. But we know that it is not a real soul. So is it possible for it to be reincarnated?
Little Lotus remained silent, her eyes fixed on the small mound. After a long pause, he said, "Then wait until this is over and ask him."
It's obvious who he is.
I looked up at the sky, wondering if Nezha was paying attention. When I looked away, I found Little Lotus looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
I:……
"What were you thinking about just now?"
I blinked. "Whatever you think I'm thinking is what it is."
Little Lotus sneered, but didn't hold on to it.
I feel like he's a little angry, but I don't understand why. Nezha? Not really, we've even traveled through other worlds together. If he was mad about this, wouldn't he have died a long time ago?
don't know.
Just as a heavy silence descended, Little Lotus suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Lady Yunshui. He asked the question for the second time: "Will you save Yunshui Village from the plague, or not?"
Madam Yunshui stood still for a moment, her eyes filled with an indiscernible emotion. She gazed out into the dark night, then back toward the small grave where Yun Qiao was buried. Then, she slowly turned her head and smiled softly.
"If they come to me for help, I will always save them."
I wasn't surprised to hear this answer. Little Lotus, however, seemed a bit surprised. He said, "It doesn't look like much will change now. Even if the final outcome remains the same, you still want to save her?"
Lady Yunshui looked at the statue and pointed at it, saying, "This is the statue they built for me. They burn incense and offer sacrifices every day. Why should I refuse? It's just..."
She looked at me, her eyes locked on me.
"If one day I am left with only a piece of flesh, please destroy it."
As she spoke, she began to laugh. I knew why. Perhaps what she was saving wasn't the villagers who would abandon and harm her in the future, but her own "Tao."
She is the goddess of water and clouds, worshipped and protected by her community. Even though she is not a true deity in heaven, and even though she foresaw her own death, she ultimately could not completely renounce this innate divinity. Yun Qiao died to atone for his sins, while she, through "saving," demonstrates her unwavering compassion.
She was born with intelligence and was destined to take an extraordinary path.
And I finally understood what to do.
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