“…”
Li Jingming's mouth twitched violently, and he thought to himself that he was worthy of being him.
Although he was still talking nonsense, Cheng Shi had not forgotten that the Black Dragon King had left a letter for the Dragon King. He wanted to ask what was written in the letter, but he heard the Dragon King say meaningfully:
"This doesn't count as 'repaying a favor'. If you want to know the contents of the letter, let's make an exchange.
Tell me what you saw on your way out of that nightmare, and I can tell you what message he left for me."
"?"
Cheng Shi opened his mouth and said: "The pattern on the back of the mirror, the repetitive engravings, and the endless darkness. Okay, I'm done. It's your turn."
Li Jingming chuckled and said, "I want to know the truth, not a lie. Cheng Shi, you can't deceive me. Think it over before you come to me. I have to go get busy first."
Having said that, the Dragon King hung up the phone.
Cheng Shi looked at the phone in his hand with a strange expression, and muttered softly:
"I can't possibly tell you that the God of Fun opened a backdoor for me in my nightmare. What if you, a believer in Memory, knew about this and felt unbalanced?
Alas, as a grandfather, you always have to worry about your grandchildren..."
...
Reality, a Taoist temple in an unknown province or city.
Li Jingming sat cross-legged on a cushion, with six thick sutras placed side by side in front of him. Each volume had a person's name written on it. If you looked closely, you could find that they were the six members of the Clown, including himself.
The side of the sutra was covered in thick ink, and it was obvious that it was filled with text. Judging from its thickness, the story recorded in it was probably not as brief as he and Cheng Shi had said.
He put all the sutras together, moved them into the Sutra Library, and pressed them under a stone. Then he returned to the temple, lit incense, and offered sacrifices:
“All mortals suffer, whether God descends or not.
All actions are good, regardless of whether the world is bad or not."
After three times of worship, he lit incense in the censer and glanced at the white paper on the table. He saw eight characters written on it:
If you have desires but are not guilty, I will forgive you this time.
Li Jingming frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and silently read out a name.
...
A new trial is coming, no prizes for guessing who will be in the next trial.
I’ll go first: Cheng Shi.
...
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