Chapter 216
Tang Xuan's laughter stopped abruptly.
He swallowed hard. "What guess? Isn't it the revival of spiritual energy?"
Qin Su said softly, "A large amount of spiritual energy suddenly surged into the world. Besides the resurgence of spiritual energy, there is another possibility: the world is about to completely enter an era without gods. This is the last gasp before the end."
A final burst of energy before death?
Tang Xuan was stunned.
“As expected, even you say so…” Huang Wenli’s eyes dimmed. “I heard some vague words from the underworld officials. They said that if there is no spiritual energy in this world, everything that should not exist in the world will disappear, such as demons and ghosts, and the underworld.”
Tang Xuan hadn't come to his senses yet, but upon hearing this, he subconsciously looked at Ye Yan and Qin Su.
If that's the case, then the dragon next to Qin Su...
Qin Su remained calm.
After all, she could take Ye Yan and leave before that deadline.
From the moment she discovered that Ye Yan was a dragon in this world, Qin Su had no intention of staying in this world for long. However, she still wanted to wait for Qin Lide to pass away, to send off the original owner's last relative, and to fulfill the original owner's wish.
Although Ye Yan's memories were confused and he hadn't fully sorted out the fact that he and Su Su could travel through various small worlds, he was certain that he would stay with Su Su through thick and thin, without any doubt or worry.
Only Huang Wenli was bewildered: "My Huang Xian'er at home... is there really no way to help her?"
She would rather die herself than let the Wee Kasyapa statue in her home live.
Qin Su shook her head regretfully.
Huang Wenli covered her mouth, and two lines of tears welled up in her eyes.
She turned her head away, trying to wipe away her tears and hide her embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I..."
She choked up and could barely speak, and it took her a long time to regain her voice. "I just can't accept this fact yet."
Compared to the other sects, the general public has a poor impression of the Yellow Sect, believing that Yellow Fairy prefers to play pranks and tease people, and that weasels are mostly portrayed negatively in various historical stories.
But Huang Wenli knew that the Huang Xian'er she worshipped was not like that. On the contrary, since she could remember, Huang Xian'er had been secretly protecting her. When she was a child, she was naughty and often bumped into things or encountered danger without realizing it. Huang Xian'er would quietly take care of her.
At that time, Huang Wenli did not know what the household spirits enshrined in her home represented. She just always saw the protagonists in cartoons and fairy tales being protected by knights, so she thought that she also had unseen knights by her side.
It wasn't until she grew up that she learned it wasn't a knight, but the guardian deity her family had worshipped for generations.
He is like a parent, and also like a grandparent, protecting generations of the Huang family.
Seeing Huang Wenli in tears, Qin Su was truly heartbroken. After thinking for a moment, he said, "There is a way, but the success rate is very low, and the result does not depend on your actions alone. I wonder if you want to give it a try?"
Huang Wenli suddenly stopped sobbing and said urgently, "What method? I'm willing to try anything now."
“You should already have an altar at home. When you get back, make a substitute for the household spirit with willow wood. Willow wood is spiritual, and the household spirit can possess it. Perhaps this can preserve a wisp of his soul.” Qin Su saw the joy on her face as if she had been given a chance to escape a desperate situation and said slowly, “However, how long can his remnant soul be preserved? Can it wait for the next change in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth? The most difficult thing is whether your family can remember him and worship him.”
Huang Wenli was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Will the offerings continue uninterrupted, generation after generation?"
Qin Su nodded slightly.
Huang Wenli was speechless, finally understanding why Qin Su had initially said that the success rate was very low and that it didn't depend on her alone.
Huang Xian'er can no longer protect her family from now on, but her family will have to worship her for generations.
She can do something that brings no benefit whatsoever, and perhaps her descendants can do it too, but what about after that?
Who knows when the next shift in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will occur? It may be a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years. Hope is slim, and the future is long and uncertain.
but……
"As long as there's a way, I'll try." Huang Wenli's tears hadn't completely dried yet, but she forced herself to cheer up. "I can't give up while I'm still alive just because the future seems hopeless. There are many unexpected things and miracles in this world, aren't there?"
She asked a question, but she didn't need anyone to answer it.
Tang Xuan was deeply moved, both by Huang Wenli's attitude and by the method Qin Su had given him.
"The way to ensure something lasts forever is to have someone who remembers and cherishes it."
He remarked, "It has a very human touch at its core."
Huang Wenli also felt a pang of regret: "When people have less and less need for gods, gods will gradually disappear. This may be the fundamental reason why this era is about to become atheistic."
Throughout history, we find that religions flourished during times of chaos, because people were displaced and suffered greatly in their daily lives, so they could only place their hopes on deities.
When people can eat their fill, stay warm, and live a worry-free life through their own hard work and effort, they no longer pray to the gods, and the gods lose their followers.
In a way, this is a good thing.
As the three talked, it was almost noon.
Tang Xuan and Huang Wenli felt embarrassed to stay at Qin Su's house any longer—mainly because Ye Yan wouldn't let Tang Xuan eat there for free—so they got up and said goodbye.
When Tang Xuan stood up, he accidentally bumped into the package that Huang Wenli had given to Qin Su. The package hit his foot, and he felt a sharp pain in his toe, so he couldn't help but scream.
"Wow! Sister Huang, what's in your bag? It's so heavy!"
He had seen Huang Wenli carrying it so lightly, and since she said it was a local specialty, he assumed it was some kind of local snack. He didn't expect it to be so heavy.
Huang Wenli quickly moved the package aside for him, saying apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I don't know how it fell over."
Tang Xuan became a little curious and asked, "Can I take a look?"
Seeing that Qin Su had no objections, Huang Wenli stammered, "Then you can take a look."
Tang Xuan opened the package and peeked inside. He saw that the seemingly ordinary bag contained not only several ginseng roots as thick as a child's arm, but also more than ten gold bricks.
Tang Xuan: "???"
"This, this..."
He nearly bit his tongue and asked Huang Wenli incredulously, "You call this a local specialty?"
Huang Wenli explained with a simple and honest expression: "After my parents retired, they had nothing better to do, so they grew some ginseng. The weasel in the house would also help water it. The gold brick was dug out from under the old house, so it can be considered a local specialty."
Tang Xuan: "..."
Putting aside whether your weasel is watering you with water or Guanyin Bodhisattva's sweet dew, how could it grow ginseng like this? Who taught you to explain local specialties like this?
Tang Xuan chuckled: "When the modern word dictionary is revised and supplemented next time, I will definitely do my best to recommend you to the expert group."
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