“I placed Ming Teng by your side to remove his demonic nature. Through your philosophy of non-action, I hope he will learn to be free from desires and have a tranquil mind. Do not disappoint my expectations.”
"The peaceful coexistence of the immortal and demonic realms for a hundred years is truly remarkable. If conflict were to break out again, countless lives would be lost, the world would descend into chaos, and the fight to the death would result in mutual destruction..."
The master rubbed his temples. "This is something I don't want to see, do you understand?"
"Understood. Master wants me to guide Ming Teng properly and prevent him from wreaking havoc on the Six Realms..."
"But such a difficult task is being entrusted to me?"
Fu Yu pointed to herself.
"I'll handle this all by myself?"
"..."
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
Noticing that his master was distracted, Ming Teng promptly reminded Fu Yu.
Fu Yu gripped the brush tightly; only the last stroke remained of the character he was writing.
Because of her distraction, the pause that should have been short was stretched out and continued across the entire page.
Fu Yu gathered his thoughts, crumpled the Xuan paper, and handed the brush to Ming Teng, who was grinding ink.
“Master punished me by making me copy the Heart-Cleansing Mantra 200 times. Since you want to take the punishment for me, then you can write the remaining 199.9 times.”
Ming Teng held his breath and concentrated.
I respectfully accepted the still-warm calligraphy brush, my fingertips gently aligning with where my master had held it.
He imitated Fu Yu's handwriting to copy scriptures.
The magical power within his body surged wildly like evil fire.
Even though he copied it while silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, it was to no avail.
His handwriting was exactly the same as his master's, and no one could tell the difference.
This is what it means: you are in me, and I am in you.
Like snakes mating, they intertwine tangled together, making it impossible to distinguish one another.
In a daze, Ming Teng seemed to hear the unique sounds that snakes make when they mate.
I've listened to it so many times without any distractions.
Why this time...?
As his consciousness gradually became confused, the snake tail that had materialized swayed eerily and headed towards Fu Yu, who was soaking in the cold pool, half asleep.
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