Chapter 39 039 Joint Cultivation: Don't let me forget you, please...
Yu Meng withdrew her hand from the boy's forehead, stood there stunned for a long time, feeling uneasy.
"Alas, in the end, it was I who dragged you down. Your life was endangered twice, both times because of me."
She silently recited the incantation, and a faint light appeared in her palm, gently covering the top of the boy's head.
The boy's memories were rearranged and analyzed, and all memories of her were erased.
Despite being on the verge of collapse, Yu Meng managed to lift the boy off the ground and carry him back to her inn.
She stayed by the boy's side all night, asking the landlady to fetch the best doctor in town and use the best medicine, but she only received one answer.
This boy is beyond medical help; rather than wasting money on treatment, it would be better to prepare for his passing.
A group of people came and went, and in the end, only Yu Meng and the boy remained in the room.
This is the best room in the entire inn. When the first light of dawn rises from the eastern horizon, the soft, gauze-like sunlight can just fall on the bed curtains.
A vibrant day was about to begin, but the boy's pale face gradually lost its vitality.
Yu Meng tried her best to squeeze out the divine power within her, but the divine light in her palms would flash and then go out. After several attempts, over and over again, it could no longer be lit.
Only then did she realize that there was no one left in this world to worship her.
As if in a final burst of energy before death, the boy opened his eyes at that moment, his head covered in cold sweat from the pain, which soaked his hair, making him look like a wet little dog.
Who are you? Where is this place?
He clearly remembered that he had just been sleeping in a dilapidated temple in the freezing cold, had just fought with wild dogs for food, and had been beaten badly, leaving him barely alive.
"I'll teach you something that will make you healthier. Are you willing?" Yu Meng smiled, just like when she was in Fu Luo's cage, extending an invitation to cooperate.
"what you up to?"
The boy was running a high fever, his voice was hoarse, and his pale, thin face was flushed. Although he was sickly, his dark eyes were extremely bright, like a cold blade drawn from its sheath in the rainy night, with the alertness and ferocity of a wild beast.
Yu Meng stood up and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
She's a courtesan queen, so she should live up to her name.
The gauze curtains fell away, revealing a dazzling jade-like color. A delicate and soft body leaned over her, their lips meeting in a warm and fragrant embrace.
At that moment, the boy's mind went blank.
From the age of ten, he understood one thing from the greedy and lewd gazes around him: he was born beautiful, and this natural good looks, combined with his lowly status, made him an excellent target for others.
Those high-ranking officials and dignitaries, regardless of gender, reached out to him as if toying with pets, but he would rather be beaten, humiliated, and tortured than yield and give up. It was precisely because of this that he drove himself to the brink of despair, tortured until he was barely clinging to life.
But the girl in front of him was different from all the others.
He had never seen such pure eyes, like sunlight after rain or the Milky Way in the vast night sky, so pure, warm, and clear, without any impurities of the mortal world, without desire, without joy or sorrow.
If one had to glean something from her, perhaps it would be something found only in the brows of temple statues—compassion.
Anyway, he had never seen such a thing in this filthy world.
Her knowledge of the subject was acquired on the spot, learned from eavesdropping in brothels. The theory was still fresh in her mind, making her a complete novice in this area. Therefore, even though she was a celestial deity, capable of defeating celestial soldiers and generals and severing pillars of heaven, she inevitably showed her inexperience and lacked finesse in this small space of the bedroom.
The boy's skin was cool and cold, but with that soft touch and awkward caress, it felt as if a fire was burning inside him, like a scalding hot current of magma washing over his limbs and bones, making him unable to bear it any longer and desperately wanting to find an outlet for his emotions.
He suddenly snapped, grabbed the hands that were roaming over him, knelt down, and bit her snow-white collarbone hard and fast, almost drawing blood.
Just like before, he clung to those powerful figures who tried to treat him as a plaything.
However, the expected screams and beatings did not occur. The person he had deliberately hurt simply raised his hand and gently patted his back, one pat at a time, soothing and forgiving.
This unfamiliar sense of comfort made him freeze, and he looked up to meet the girl's gaze.
At this moment, he, who had never believed in gods or Buddhas and was not afraid of demons and ghosts, was like a devout believer kneeling in a temple.
He knew he didn't have long to live; the fever from his terminal illness had made him delirious, and he rarely had such a clear mind as he did at this time.
He took this as a final burst of energy before his death.
Since we are all going to die eventually, and since this body is going to rot eventually.
If you want this person, then give her to her, what's wrong with that?
Yu Meng soothed the boy in her arms like petting a small animal, feeling his body relax from tense to relaxed. She thought, "Now we can finally get down to business, right? There's not much time left for me."
However, before she could put what she had learned from brothel stories into practice, she was suddenly tackled to the ground.
Like a wild beast seizing its prey, the boy turned his head and bit her neck, only this time much more gently.
This little guy really likes to bite people; maybe he was born as a dog.
As Yu Meng thought this, she felt the slightly painful licks and bites gradually change in taste, turning into a greedy sucking kiss, until it stopped on her left shoulder.
There is the mudra of desire and dreams, a pink vajra mark the size of a copper coin.
The boy stared at the magic seal, as if his eyes were also tinged with crimson by the color of the seal.
Having experienced the pleasures of love for the first time, a goddess, who is supposed to feel no pain, finally understood the joys and sorrows of being a mortal. Many things she didn't understand before, she now comprehended. Many things she couldn't comprehend before, she now understood.
Yu Meng thought to herself, "The rumor that the goddess turned into a prostitute seems to have some basis. If I could let her be a goddess again, perhaps she could do even better. Unfortunately, there's no chance anymore."
She was helping him, and he was helping her in the same way.
Yu Meng's body shimmered with divine light, and her body became faintly transparent. The last bit of divine power she possessed gradually transferred from her body to the boy, beginning to repair his damaged flesh and organs.
Outside the window, the sun rose and set. Days and nights passed, and the oil lamp burned out and then lit up again, lit up and then burned out again. The boy's pale face gradually turned rosy, and his gaze toward the goddess became more and more deep and unfathomable.
The saying goes, "One who has tasted the marrow knows the true flavor," and this is precisely the age when one is full of vigor and vitality.
Yu Meng was so tormented that her legs went weak and her waist went limp; she felt like she was just a wisp of a soul left.
The heavy rain outside tonight only made the room, with its warm stove, feel even more cozy and inviting. The pattering raindrops on the windowpane created a sense of reassuring tranquility.
"No, I have to go."
When the boy came over to kiss her again like a dog, Yu Meng pressed her face and pushed him away.
Having relieved herself of her last worry, she saw her body gradually becoming transparent, so she hurriedly jumped off the bed, picked up her gauze dress, put it on, and rushed out the door.
She wanted to find a secluded place to quietly vanish into nothingness, so as not to frighten anyone with her appearance.
Unexpectedly, the boy chased after her and grabbed Yunxiu.
Who are you! Where are you going!
The boy's physical abilities improved significantly after absorbing the remaining divine power through joint cultivation; otherwise, Yu Meng would not have been able to catch up with him so easily.
"You don't need to know who I am, because this is just a dream of yours." Yu Meng gently touched the boy's forehead, and a glimmer of divine light flashed.
As if to prove this statement, the boy was only stunned for a moment before the person in front of him disappeared.
He chased her into the poorest alleys, as if he had returned to the time before he met her, all alone.
The torrential rain extinguished the fire in his heart and the light in his eyes.
Unwilling to give up, he ran wildly along the alley, as if trying to follow that unseen phantom: "Will I ever see you again? How can I see you again?"
Perhaps it was the almost pleading tone in the boy's voice that touched Yu Meng, but after a slight hesitation, she took out the vajra, which had shrunk to the size of her palm.
Without divine blessing, this magical artifact looks no different from an ordinary human gold ornament.
Anyway, there's no point in keeping it with her; it'll just turn to dust with her. It's better to leave it to him, even if it's just to exchange it for some money to improve his life.
The boy running in the rain suddenly tripped over something. Looking down, he saw a golden object that was exactly the same as the peach-pink mark on the girl's body.
The boy picked up the vajra, held it in both hands, and treated it with great care.
"Who are you? What's your name? How can I see you again?"
He ran wildly through the rainy alley, shouting repeatedly with almost obsessive persistence.
However, all that answered him was the sound of rain and a cold world where the soft touch was no longer there.
He finally stopped when he was completely exhausted, staring blankly at the empty sky.
The boy did not return to the inn, but went back to the shack where he usually hid.
But to his horror, he discovered that he seemed to be starting to forget what the girl looked like.
It was as if some irresistible force was forcibly erasing the girl from his mind.
No, don't let me forget you!
He held the vajra and used pebbles to draw on the moldy earthen wall, trying to capture the woman's appearance, but how could he possibly reproduce such a fairy-like beauty?
The boy drew for a while, then looked at the crooked pattern on the wall that could barely be called a human face, and disgustedly wiped it away.
He stared blankly at the unrecognizable mud wall for a while, then suddenly bit his finger hard, closed his eyes, and used his bloodied finger as a pen and the uneven ground as paper to draw while imagining the girl's appearance in his mind.
He was no longer bound by painting techniques, and stroke by stroke, he reconstructed the image of the girl in his mind. The rough pebbles and gravel rubbed the wound on the tip of his right index finger until it became a bloody mess.
The pain in his fingers was a powerful force that wanted to erase her from his memory.
Once, twice, three times...
Until the soil on the ground was stained dark red with blood, the girl's image was completely imprinted in his mind.
"Don't let me forget you, please, don't forget me either..."
Before he knew it, he looked at the blood and mud that covered the ground and burst into tears.
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