Chapter 129: "It is better to seek help from yourself than from others..."
A male voice came from behind the screen, and Zhibai immediately became alert.
In addition to the three of them, there was a fourth person in the room!
I was so absorbed in my sorrow just now that I lost my vigilance.
Zhibai took a step back and stood sideways in front of Wen Yu. There was a faint aura of oppression coming from the inner room, and it must be that the person was not an ordinary person.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who had just given birth, and she just forced herself to stay in front, wholeheartedly protecting Wen Yu.
"Be careful." Zhibai whispered.
Wen Yu was confused and looked at Zhibai strangely. Then she reacted and hugged Zhibai's arms from behind, telling her to relax.
"Don't be afraid, that's my master." Wen Yu said, patting Zhibai's hand lightly and supporting her to walk inside.
Zhibai suddenly turned around and looked at Wenyu, then hesitated and took two steps forward, but stopped again.
Wenyu's master should be...
Zhibai closed his eyes and used the sensitivity of a fairy to feel the breath surging in the air——
The mountains are green and jade-like, and the vegetation is lush and deep.
This is……
It is the breath of Houchun Mountain and the breath of Wutong Ancestral Temple.
When he opened his eyes, Zhibai understood everything, but he was still a little surprised and confused.
She had long known that Wen Yu had a deep connection with the Temple of Spring, which was why she had come to Wen Yu for help. However, guessing was one thing, and seeing it with her own eyes was another.
Zhibai's mind changed and he made a decision in no time.
She looked at Wen Yu soothingly, nodded to Wen Yu, and just as Wen Yu let go of her hand, she turned around and knelt down in the inner room.
"Little demon Zhibai, please meet the Goddess of Spring."
Zhibai clasped her hands together. Although she was inside the house, she felt as if she were in a temple. At this moment, she was the most devout believer, praying for the gods to appear and for her wishes to be fulfilled.
"Please pray to the Goddess of Spring to show her power and save Mianlang."
Before he could finish his words, tears had already fallen, and each drop of crystal fell on his eyelashes, making Zhibai even more helpless.
Wen Yu turned away, unable to bear to look any longer.
No one answered in the inner room. For a moment, it was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Wen Yu frowned. Why doesn't the master say anything?
Master won’t leave, right?
How could this be possible? The master only said that Zhibai could save Chen Mian, but he didn't say how! She couldn't do that. Wen Yu's heart was in turmoil, and she rushed in, "Master——"
"It is better to rely on yourself than on others." The gentle male voice had a hint of lightness in it, and his expression could not be seen through the screen.
Finally, there was a noise in the room, and Wen Yu stopped.
It is the Master’s voice.
But what does this mean?
If everything goes smoothly for everyone, why would they seek help from gods and Buddhas?
Zhibai was also stunned when he heard this. Was the Goddess of Spring really behind the screen? Why was it a man's voice...
But after all, she has practiced for thousands of years and has been in the mortal world for quite some time, so she is naturally more experienced than Wen Yu.
For gods and monsters, it is not uncommon to have male bodies and female appearances.
In just a moment, Zhibai's eyes regained clarity.
She clasped her hands together, looking even more pious than before. Although her vision was blocked by a screen, she seemed to be able to see the statue of the God of Spring in the Wutong Ancestral Temple silently gazing down at her.
Zhibai kowtowed solemnly and said in a deep voice, "Whatever I have, I will give up in exchange for Chen Mian's survival."
"I only ask for guidance from the Goddess of Spring."
In this world, nothing comes easily.
Whether it is people, things, or objects, the balance between heaven and earth, and the reincarnation of all beings. If you want something, you must pay something in exchange.
She understood this principle early on.
I'm afraid that in this life, for her, the only thing she can get without having to pay anything is Chen Mian's love.
She bent her body and kowtowed, the sound coming out was muffled, and the last syllable was full of anticipation and trembling.
Wen Yu couldn't see the expression hidden between her sleeves, but even without looking, Wen Yu could imagine how sad Zhi Bai must be at this moment.
Wen Yu did not hesitate, turned around and pulled Zhibai up from the ground. She was not afraid of any pressure from the gods, she wanted to find her master to ask for clarification.
"Master..." Wen Yu took Zhibai around the screen, and Chen Mian on the couch and Ju Mang standing beside him appeared in front of them.
Chen Mian on the couch was lifeless, and Zhibai's shoulders relaxed, as if she had lost the backbone that had always supported her.
The thin but always upright back suddenly collapsed in an instant.
Unlike before outside the dungeon, Zhibai didn't have any strength or courage at this moment. She didn't even dare to go forward to see what happened to Chen Mian.
Zhibai took a step back weakly, almost unable to stand.
Fortunately, Wen Yu behind her was always concerned about her, and supported her when Zhibai was discouraged.
Wen Yu's heart felt like it was being cooked in a raging fire. She held Zhibai, who was weak and helpless, in her arms, and looked at Chen Mian, who lay on the couch with a pale face. She felt even more anxious, and she had no idea what to do, so she could only look at her master again.
“Master—”
"It's the soul-separation syndrome." Ju Mang sighed softly and turned to face Wen Yu and Zhi Bai.
Only then did Zhibai look in the direction of the sound.
——It’s the Goddess of Spring.
Zhibai's eyelashes trembled slightly. The man in front of him looked exactly like the statue of the God of Spring in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, except that he looked even more handsome when dressed as a man.
As the saying goes, a Vajra glares with anger, while a Bodhisattva lowers his brows. Although he said nothing at this moment, Zhibai could still read the compassion and tolerance between his brows.
But what he said still dealt a heavy blow to Zhibai.
Zhibai let out a long sigh. She knew about the soul-separation syndrome.
For mortals, when the soul leaves the body, life is coming to an end, and life and death are only a thin line apart.
However, with her current level of cultivation, she is unable to gather Chen Mian's soul and bring him back to life.
"But the Black and White Impermanence didn't take Chen Mian's soul. Didn't they stop and leave?" Wen Yu was a little confused.
"When a person dies, regardless of whether the ghost of death comes to claim the soul or not, the soul will naturally leave the body; it's just a matter of time."
The ghost of impermanence only takes away the soul and helps it to be reborn.
Ju Mang glanced at Chen Mian lying on the couch——
Although he was still lying on the couch, his soul had already scattered everywhere and had no place to stay before the Black and White Impermanence arrived.
Wen Yu paused. In this case, Chen Mian is now... no different from a corpse.
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of hesitation, and her gaze moved back and forth between Zhibai and Chen Mian, finally landing on Ju Mang.
"Master, you have a solution."
Wen Yu couldn't tell whether she was certain or doubtful. She could only speak to her master based on her current feelings.
When meeting Wen Yu's gaze, Ju Mang suddenly remembered that when she first entered the Spring Temple, she only ate and drank enough, basked in the sun, and soaked in the Three Lights Pool for the whole day.
Such a heartless girl is now worried about other people's affairs and running around everywhere.
It’s really like… different times, different circumstances.
Ju Mang lowered his eyelashes slightly, hiding the thoughts in his eyes, and when he raised his head again, he was calm and composed.
He couldn't tell whether he was happy or lonely.
In Zhibai's eyes, this moment of silence was Chen Mian's last chance to be rescued.
The God of Spring is the god of flowers and trees. He is born with divine power and has profound cultivation. She has heard all this before. If she could ask him to help...
Zhibai's knees went weak and he made a move to kneel down.
In the past, in Houchun Mountain, she was the one who did what she wanted. She ignored the red-haired vixen and was not interested in the black-feathered two-headed bird.
She was filled with a strong fragrance, but she insisted on being a person with a strong character. She never showed weakness to any high-level goblins, nor was she willing to beg for mercy from any ghosts who bullied her.
But now, she felt that if she could save Chen Mian's life just by kneeling, wouldn't that be too much of a bargain?
But before she could bend her knees, a green light appeared in front of her and held her up firmly.
Zhi Bai was slightly stunned, and looked down at the two green rays that supported her standing. When she looked up again, she understood the source of the spiritual power -
It’s the God of Spring.
"I've said it before, it's better to rely on yourself than on others." Ju Mang said lightly, staring at Zhibai with a slight scrutiny.
Zhibai immediately understood and solemnly greeted the God of Spring, "Zhibai understands, Zhibai is willing."
Ju Mang put his hands behind his back in his sleeves, and tapped the knuckles of the other hand with one of them. After hearing Zhi Bai's words, Ju Mang stopped.
"willing?"
As he spoke, Ju Mang took a step forward and moved closer.
Although it is a brief rhetorical question, it is thought-provoking.
Zhibai closed his eyes, trying to escape the pressure of the gods.
Ju Mang stopped, a hint of doubt flashing across his eyes, but it was quickly hidden under his calm eyes.
"If I told you that I had to exchange your thousand years of cultivation for it, would you be willing?"
To Zhibai, his words sounded more like a test, as if he wanted to confirm his determination to save Mianlang.
Ju Mang nodded slightly. What he said just now was actually more like a question to himself, and to every demon and ghost trapped in the mortal world...
He raised his eyes to look at Wen Yu, who was a few steps away from him. He saw her brows were furrowed and her eyes were wide open.
For example, what is this piece of wood thinking at this moment?
Wen Yu was completely unaware of her master's gaze, she was still immersed in the words of a thousand years of practice.
True love is valuable, but self-cultivation is hard to come by.
Even if it's just a few hundred years, if a thousand years of cultivation is lost, it will destroy Zhibai's foundation.
In this case, Zhibai will have only two possible outcomes.
From then on, he never recovered and never practiced again.
Or you can continue to practice diligently for thousands of years, but still become a mediocre person who cannot ascend to heaven.
At this moment, Wen Yu didn't care to see how Zhibai reacted. She looked at Chen Mian on the couch with some disbelief.
She knew that Chen Mian was a good person, but considering Chen Mian's thousand-year cultivation experience, would Zhibai still think that Chen Mian was a good person?
Verbal appreciation and resonance in the heart are ultimately empty.
If Chen Mian died, these vows would naturally cease to exist.
But cultivation is different. Cultivation will accompany Zhibai throughout her life, helping her maintain her appearance and improve her supernatural powers.
With her cultivation, she could call the wind and rain and live a carefree life. But how could a mortal give her these things?
Is it really worth giving up thousands of years of cultivation for the sake of this mundane world and for the sake of infatuated love?
Wen Yu lowered her eyelashes, and the confusion and doubt in her eyes were hidden under her hair, not showing it to others.
But nothing could be hidden from Ju Mang's eyes. He looked at Wen Yu's motionless braid, and seemed to be able to get a glimpse of Wen Yu's mood from it.
It was just a moment's change of mind, but when it came to Zhibai, two completely different extremes appeared.
Zhibai didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as the Spring God finished speaking, she hurriedly responded, "I only pray that Chen Mian survives. I'm not afraid of any conditions."
She was not afraid of death, but was afraid that Chen Mian would not survive.
Ju Mang nodded in greeting. He did not doubt the sincerity of this little flower demon.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment. The struggle between her conscience and her behavior was not over yet. Zhi Bai's words brought her back to reality.
"no--"
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