Chapter 87 Transformation into God
The villa is located behind the mountain temple on the majestic snow-capped mountains. In the morning, the sound of prayer wheels can be heard from the temple, and prayer flags printed with the totem of the divine bird flutter in the mountain breeze.
Shang Youqing recuperated from his injuries in this small courtyard of the mountain temple for a long time.
Most of the time she doesn't like to move, or rather, she can't move even if she wants to.
He would always lie quietly in the priest's arms, licking his feathers and daydreaming.
From beginning to end, the priest never questioned or blamed her, as if as long as she didn't speak, the priest would not ask anything.
The priest held her in his arms and stayed with her in the small courtyard of the snowy mountain temple, helping her recover from her injuries and spending the months-long extreme snowstorm with her.
From some unknown day on, Shang Youqing was able to transform back into human form.
That day, she was wearing a neat light yellow satin robe and rested for a while on the couch by the window near the porch. When she woke up, it was almost noon.
There was a bowl of freshly brewed butter tea on the table. Shang Youqing leaned over to sniff it, then raised his hand to pick up the tea bowl and took a sip or two. It seemed as if his body, which had been immersed in ice, also warmed up a lot.
Shang Youqing heard some noise in the yard, raised his hand and gently pushed the window open a little, but the cold wind rushed in like a piercing wind.
The normal body temperature of a phoenix should be hot and warm, but Shang Youqing's body had already been eroded by the eternal cold and became low and cold. As soon as he touched a little cold wind, his fingers curled up into his sleeves out of fear of the cold.
Shang Youqing did not close the window. She looked into the courtyard. The priest was standing next to the medicine shelf with his back to her, sorting herbs.
The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and Cheng Huang, dressed in a monk's robe, hurried over from the Buddhist temple and said something to the priest. The priest replied, "I know," and his hands were still arranging the herbs in an orderly manner.
Shang Youqing's expression was a little blank. He looked for a while and then closed the window quietly.
The tea bowl in her hand was unknowingly cooled by the warmth of her palm.
Shang Youqing lowered her head again, her soft black hair falling on the inside of her thin shoulder blades. She drooped her eyelashes without any focus, and her fingertips gently stroked the lines on the outside of the tea bowl, sometimes and sometimes, with concentration and emptiness.
He didn't even notice when the priest came in. It was not until the priest took away the cold tea bowl in his hand that he raised his head half a beat late.
"Hand out."
Shang Youqing obediently placed her hand on the pulse pillow beside her and watched the priest take her pulse.
After a while, the priest gathered his sleeves and commented, "The heart pulse has recovered quite well."
Shang Youqing gently tugged at the priest's sleeve, and after a moment's hesitation, he called out in a hoarse voice, "Father..."
The priest's eyes fell on her pale cheek. He pushed her hand away and touched her head. Without giving her a chance to continue, he pushed the medicine bowl he had just brought in in front of her and said, "Xiaoqing, drink the medicine first."
Shang Youqing pursed his lips, took the bowl of medicine and drank it in one gulp.
The medicine was very bitter. Whenever young Fenghuang was sick and had to drink bitter medicine, he would frown and ask the priest for some candied fruits before he would give up. Now Shang Youqing has been drinking bitter medicine for several months in a row, but he has never complained about the bitterness.
The priest looked at her calmly for a while, then took back the empty bowl of medicine and gently coaxed her, "Xiaoqing, you can't go out for the time being. You should rest well in your room."
Shang Youqing watched the priest finish his words and then leave with the medicine bowl, as if he didn't want to hear her talk about the thunder disaster a few months ago.
Not long after Shang Youqing drank the medicine, she felt sleepy again. She was too lazy to move back to bed to sleep, so she simply rolled up the quilt and lay back on the couch, slowly closing her eyes.
However, she was not sleeping too deeply this time. After some time, she vaguely heard the door on the other side of the porch being opened.
Shang Youqing opened his eyes, held his breath and listened to the movement outside the porch through the window.
After a while, she silently got down from the couch. Her ankle was still painful. She managed to stand firmly and pushed open the door, remembering to hide her fingers in her sleeves.
As soon as the door opened, he saw the priest about to leave the courtyard. Shang Youqing chased after him in the snow and stopped him, "Father——"
When the priest looked up at him, Shang Youqing lowered his head again, unable to hide his emotions, like a child admitting his mistake.
Her face was cold and pale, and her voice was very soft and slow: "Don't worry about it, okay."
Every word sounded cold, like crushed snow that had been crumpled into shapeless pieces.
Upon hearing this, the priest raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes that had settled on Shang Youqing's hair. His expression remained unchanged, and he refused in a clear voice, "I can agree to anything else, Xiaoqing, but not this."
As he spoke, he gently pushed away Shang Youqing's hand that was trying to stop him.
Shang Youqing was still standing in front of the priest, with a cold red in the corners of his eyes.
It was as if he was trying very hard to force himself to swallow the bitter pain that kept rising up. He used all his strength and his fingertips were pinched red, but in the end he couldn't hold on.
The emotions that had been suppressed for several months completely broke out at this moment.
She lowered her head, her thin shoulders trembling slightly. She closed her eyelashes tightly, but still couldn't hold back the tears that fell. She choked and whispered, "I'm sorry."
The priest was silent for a moment, and seemed to let out an imperceptible sigh. Finally, he softened his heart, took a half step forward, and gently hugged his little phoenix, "This is not Xiaoqing's fault."
Shang Youqing buried her face in the priest's shoulder, and every finger that was clutching the priest's sleeve was trembling. She began to feel pain again, so painful that she could not make a sound, but just kept crying silently.
Several months have passed.
There are also those who have been obediently listening to the priest and taking good care of their injuries.
But it seems that I still can't slow down.
The priest brought Shang Youqing back to the courtyard and channeled spiritual power into her heart for a long time before Shang Youqing recovered from the piercing cold.
She became unusually quiet again.
With her still red eyelids lowered silently, her gaze fell coldly and calmly on the snow-covered mountains in the distance outside the window.
Next to my ears was the priest's calm voice.
"His name is Ying Shixue. He comes from the lineage of the Dragon God."
"In ancient times, the ancestor of the Dragon God ruled over the seas and heavens. He later fought for power with the Nine Heavens and was defeated. In a rage, he used his authority to unleash tsunamis and floods, causing devastation to all living things. In the end, the Heavenly Dao personally slew him and issued a strict decree, erasing all conditions for the Dragon Clan to become a god. For tens of thousands of years thereafter, no dragons were seen in the Nine Heavens."
"Ying Shixue...was the first dragon in ten thousand years to break through all the strict conditions of the Heavenly Dao and was about to become a god and ascend to heaven. However, the Heavenly Dao would not allow it."
"Back then, the priest received a secret order from the Heavenly Dao, learning that Ying Shixue was only one step away from ascending to godhood. He was ordered to go to the Eye of the Kunlun Mountains and slay him."
"But you saw the final outcome. Ying Shixue nearly escaped from the Kunlun Mountains, and the priest had no choice but to suppress him completely at the peak of Kunlun Mountain by forcing him to sleep."
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