Bai Tingyu felt as if her eyes had witnessed that moment when she stole the fortunes of many people, becoming an existence that no one could surpass.
But she didn't know that at the very moment she vomited blood, the stars in the sky shifted, and someone had already seen through the deception.
The old monk, who had been drinking, put down his gourd and looked at the scene with a solemn expression: "I never thought that someone would use such evil magic at this time. Amitabha, isn't he afraid of shortening his lifespan?"
A boy in a Taoist robe sitting on a tree next to him, swinging his legs, also looked in the direction the old monk was looking: "Since it can be used, of course there's nothing to fear. Isn't it said that if this kind of evil magic is practiced to its extreme, it can make up for lost lifespan?"
The old monk scoffed at this: "You believe that?"
What goes around comes around. Can such evildoers be protected? The idea that mastering this evil art can make up for lost lifespan is nothing but a lie.
The old monk said, "My master once told me about a person who used such evil magic. He eventually went mad and took away the fortune of all the creatures he knew. As a result, he became neither human nor ghost. He was clearly a person, but he would change the names of dozens of animals every 24 hours. If no one disturbed him, he would just shrink into a corner and not move."
“Aren’t people who can use this evil magic believers?” The boy jumped down from the tree. “I have to go to class, so I won’t get involved. You go and take a look over there by yourself.”
The old monk sighed: "Look at how old I am, how can you bear to do this to me?"
If I have to go, someone will come with me. You're the most suitable person I know.
The old monk waited for the boy to say he wanted to go with him, but the boy saw through him and refused: "Age is not a problem. You have been cultivating for so many years, and although you have not made much progress, living to be two or three hundred years old is not a problem. You are not even half that age yet. Also, although you are old, I am still your senior uncle. If you want me to go with you, then go and tell my master."
Thinking of the boy's master, his own grandmaster, the old monk fell silent. Although he rarely saw his grandmaster, he was always somewhat intimidated whenever he did.
"I need to go back and study hard to prepare for the exam, so I won't talk to you any longer. If you encounter any trouble, you can send me a message, and I will definitely come to help you."
The old monk watched his departing figure, took a sip of wine, and clicked his tongue: "Sigh, are all the little ones these days so unlovable?"
This guy is really something. He could have skipped a grade and graduated earlier, but he insisted on climbing the ranks slowly, one level at a time, just like everyone else.
The next day, after Lu Qingyan handed in her twenty repetitions of the assignment, Teacher Qiu kept her in the office for a heart-to-heart talk: "Look, I didn't give you much homework at all. You finished writing it twenty times last night. Why didn't you do it on Sunday?"
You must be down-to-earth. You can't be arrogant and complacent just because of your little achievement, and stop doing the tasks assigned by your teacher.
I've always thought you were the best in our class. You need to set a good example. What will happen to our class if you don't do well and everyone follows your example? ..."
Teacher Qiu mumbled on and on, but Lu Qingyan only let it go in one ear and out the other. She only heard Teacher Qiu say at the end, "Alright, go back now. Remember to put your homework away properly next time."
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