Chapter 234: First Release "New persimmons from the mountains, you...
Houchun Mountain, Wutong Ancestral Temple.
Although it is autumn now, perhaps because of the protection of the God of Spring, the mountains are still covered with lush vegetation and rippling green waves in the late spring, and there is not even a dead leaf to be seen.
The chirping of birds adorns the mountain stream, and suddenly it feels like the height of spring.
The Wutong Ancestral Temple located in the mountains is still filled with incense, but there are no pilgrims coming and going.
Wen Yu relaxed and leaned back behind the statue in the main hall, feeling that the golden body of the Spring God statue was not as cold as it looked.
She knew that this was just a dead object, and no matter how precious it was, it was not her master's real body. But even if she just leaned against it like this, she still felt extremely warm.
The aroma of incense from the Wutong Ancestral Temple, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, lingered in her nose, and the sound of the bell echoed melodiously and deeply in the mountain stream. All of this was the Wutong Ancestral Temple that she was very familiar with.
It is where she broke through the soil from a seed and then took root for thousands of years.
Here she has the soil she is familiar with, the breeze she loves, the essence of heaven and earth that is beneficial to her spiritual wisdom, and most importantly, the master who can help her transform into a human body.
The Wutong Ancestral Temple is also the place she most wants to return to when she has nowhere else to go.
Wen Yu exhaled deeply, feeling all the strength in her body dissipate. She looked up and saw the octagonal ceiling of the hall was painted with various colors, and she could not see the sunlight.
But in a trance, Wen Yu actually felt that he could see the vast sky and endless blue clouds through the colorful paint, and even above the blue clouds... the Temple of Spring.
She thought of her master and Chi Huang.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu was suddenly startled. The last time he met Chi Huang in the fields, he had said something that was still fresh in his mind -
Things have their own rules, but fate is uncertain, and nothing can be forced.
Could it be that these words refer to the misfortune that Song Linsheng suffered this time? Why would Chi Huang say this? Could it be that something happened to Song Linsheng's Shouyuan branch?
Wen Yu's heart trembled and he sat up straight immediately.
She insists on forcing something that cannot be forced!
But right now, I don’t know how serious Song Linsheng’s injuries are…
She had to go to the Temple of Spring. No matter what the reason was, she had to ask Chi Huang for an explanation.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu climbed up from the altar, but because she had been sitting still for too long, her feet felt weak and tired, and she fell back before she could stand firmly.
"Hiss, Master—" Wen Yu held onto the statue of the God of Spring, feeling dizzy and dizzy. "What are you doing? Why don't you help me—"
After muttering for a while, Wen Yu did not forget to raise his sleeve and pat the statue of the God of Spring, as if he could really capture the statue and make his master feel the same way.
But no matter what Wen Yu did, the statue of the God of Spring would naturally not respond to him.
Wen Yu understood it very well in his heart, so he had to wait for a moment before getting up again.
But just as she exerted force, a voice suddenly rang out from the Wutong Ancestral Temple, which had been silent. She was unable to leave or stay, so she had to continue to stay where she was.
"Huh? The Goddess of Spring has appeared!"
Wen Yu blinked, a little dazed. Judging from the childish and crisp voice, it should be a young child.
But the goddess of spring who appeared in his words could not be referring to her, right?
Wen Yu was speechless for a moment.
Just when she didn't know how to respond, a voice came from the statue again -
"Goddess of Spring, I picked some fresh persimmons from the mountains for you."
There was a rustling sound, as if he was arranging the sweets and fruit cakes on the tribute table.
"The persimmons are in great shape this year, and we'll have enough to eat for a long time."
The man mumbled to himself, not feeling awkward or embarrassed at all because no one answered him. He spoke in a very natural and intermittent manner as if he was chatting with a friend.
"Don't you like sweet things the most? Want to try it?"
Wen Yu crouched down and listened carefully, but was even more curious about what he meant.
She didn't even know when her master started to like sweet things the most?
In the past, in the Spring Temple, the master always brought some sweets to her and Chi Huang, sometimes cakes and sometimes fruits, but the master never liked these things.
Confused even more, Wen Yu couldn't help but pull at the statue of the God of Spring and then quietly leaned out, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening ahead.
But just as she slightly raised her head, she saw a pair of round eyes looking into her eyes.
The little boy had delicate features and looked childish, yet he also looked quite mature. At this moment, he tilted his head, holding a yellow persimmon in his arms, and was obviously looking at Wen Yu behind the statue.
When they suddenly met, Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and even had no time to cover up the embarrassing action of lying behind the statue.
"Master..." Wen Yu murmured in a blink of an eye.
She remembered that the first time she met her master was also under such circumstances.
At that time, she was still just a speechless plant. Even though she had more intelligence than others, she did not have the ability to transform. It was her master who took her in and brought her back to the Temple of Spring.
But at that time, the master sat on the incense table and she grew up in the courtyard, but now she is hiding behind the statue and the master stands in front of the incense table.
It was always like this, when she needed him most, the master was always by her side.
Wen Yu was so shocked that she couldn't hold back her tears that they immediately burst out.
She no longer cared about her miserable appearance as she squatted behind the statue. She slid down from the platform using her hands and feet, then walked around the incense table and knelt down to hug the shepherd boy who had transformed into her master.
"Master..." Wen Yu wanted to say something else, but in the end, all he could say turned into indistinct sobs, "Master..."
The shepherd boy was startled by this sudden change, but he did not retreat, nor did he seem to be afraid. Instead, he stood up straight and tried his best to catch Wen Yu with his small stature and thin body.
"Um?"
A tender child's voice sounded softly, with a maturity and sophistication that did not belong to his age group.
Seeing Wen Yu crying and sobbing, he seemed to pause for a moment, then raised his sleeve and patted Wen Yu's back.
The movement was extremely light and slow, helping Wen Yu to breathe smoothly.
"Master, Master!"
Wen Yu buried her face in the shepherd boy's chest. The persimmons in his chest were right in front of her. The rich fruity aroma and sweet taste made her feel extremely aggrieved.
She suddenly realized that she really liked eating sweet fruits like persimmons, and that her master was the best to her and always cared about her like he did now.
"Master, why are you—"
"Sister, what are you doing here?"
The little shepherd boy stared straight at Wen Yu with his black eyes. It was not difficult to see the doubt in his eyes, but his eyes were so clear that there was no trace of pretense.
The sound of "Sister" exploded instantly, and the roar on Wen Yu's head was no less than that of a thunderstorm.
Wen Yu suddenly raised her head from her chest and looked at the little shepherd boy who was slightly taller than her with an incredulous look. From this angle, she could only see his drooping eyebrows and wrinkled nose.
“Master…you…”
What sister? Where did sister come from?
Wen Yu's body stiffened slightly, and she just sat there staring at him, until the little shepherd boy in front of her really didn't respond to her at all, and her tightly clasped hands showed signs of loosening.
This "sister" is actually calling her?
Wen Yu was a little confused for a moment, but looking at the little shepherd boy's clear eyes, she didn't know what to say. She hesitantly withdrew her hand, and the flutter of her sleeve knocked the persimmons from his arms to the ground.
A rolling sound followed, and the orange-yellow persimmons rolled with a sweet smell until they hit the threshold of the main hall and slowly retreated a few times.
The collision seemed to make the fragrance escape even more.
Although this little shepherd boy has a handsome face and is not an ordinary person, upon closer inspection, there is nothing special about him. He is just an ordinary shepherd boy herding cattle in the mountains.
Wen Yu looked away, exhausted himself and sat down on the ground, falling into a lonely and awkward stalemate again.
Turning around to look at the fruits that were never missing from the incense table, and the statue of the God of Spring that always had a kind face behind the table, Wen Yu felt a pang of pain in her nose.
When the shepherd boy saw her tearful look, he said nothing. He just pulled her up with both hands, walked to the incense table in a few steps, and helped her sit down on the cushion.
Wen Yu did not struggle and sat down according to his strength. Her mind was in a mess and she had no mind to think about anything else. She just watched his next move.
After arranging this, the shepherd boy picked up the persimmons scattered on the ground, wiped them clean with his sleeves, and still presented them to Wen Yu with joy.
"Sister, would you like to try it?"
Wen Yu looked at the persimmon in his hand in astonishment, then looked at him numbly. She really had no appetite, but in front of those black eyes, she couldn't say anything to refuse.
Her hopes were dashed—
This little shepherd boy is not her master.
Then naturally she wouldn't want to try any persimmons.
She loves sweets, but not at all times.
The persimmons that were so sweet just now now feel like a fishbone stuck in my throat.
But for some reason, whenever Wen Yu saw the little shepherd boy's eyes, he could not bear to reject his kindness.
"This is new from the mountains this year. I just picked it on the way here. It's so fresh!"
Seeing that Wen Yu didn't say anything, the shepherd boy handed the persimmon forward like offering a treasure, and persuaded her gently.
"Try it, sister! Just a bite?"
His pair of black eyes were extremely pure and beautiful, and when he blinked, it seemed as if stars were scattered between them.
Wen Yu frowned helplessly. She thought that no matter who saw this little boy, they would not have the heart to refuse his kindness.
"Okay, then thank you for the fruit."
Wen Yu wiped her face roughly to wipe away the tears, then forced a smile and took the persimmon from the little shepherd boy's hand.
It's really... very sweet...
Wen Yu took a bite of the persimmon, and the rich taste spread between her lips and teeth, but a bitter taste rose in her heart.
While Wen Yu was eating persimmons, the shepherd boy quickly sat down on the cushion beside her and chatted with her from time to time.
"With the recent arrival of autumn, the people of the city have long since switched to worshipping the God of Harvest."
As the shepherd boy spoke, he observed Wen Yu's expression subtly. When he saw her looking at him, he turned his head and looked out of the empty hall.
"It's so quiet under the seat of the Goddess of Spring. Sister, why are you here?"
He continued speaking seemingly unintentionally, but still couldn't help but lean towards Wen Yu.
Wen Yu followed his gaze and looked outside. The place in the courtyard that originally belonged to her was now empty, with only a circle of withered fence left, which looked very lonely.
When she was still in the courtyard, she had abundant spiritual power and the plants around her were lush.
Today, however, things are very different.
"What about you? Why don't you go and worship the God of Rushou?"
She did not directly answer the boy's question, but instead threw the words back.
She knew about it, the God Rushu.
He and her master are both gods of the four seasons, in charge of autumn, spring, harvest and sowing.
Although she and the Lord Rushu did not meet often, because of her master, they could be considered old acquaintances.
However, this little boy also knew about the God Rushu. It seems that he is very famous among the people.
"Me? I naturally have my reasons." The shepherd boy seemed to know that Wen Yu would ask this question, and answered without panic.
Are you still playing charades with her? Wen Yu chewed a persimmon, her heart softening and she couldn't help laughing.
"Then my sister has her own reasons."
She can also play charades.
As Wen Yu finished speaking, the smile on the shepherd boy's face froze. He glanced at Wen Yu repeatedly several times, and finally seemed to admit defeat.
"Sister." Seeing Wen Yu finish her meal, the shepherd boy immediately handed her another clean persimmon. "I'm bringing fruit to the Goddess of Spring, aren't I?"
"Oh?" Wen Yu didn't hesitate to accept the gift, but continued, "What a coincidence, it's today?"
"Who said that?" The shepherd boy, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, nearly exploded. His eyes wandered, his face flushed, and he quickly retorted, "I often travel to the mountains and stop by the Temple of the Goddess of Spring from time to time. Today, I saw that the persimmons were ripe, so I picked some for... for the Goddess of Spring."
As he spoke, the shepherd boy couldn't help but glance at Wen Yu's face several times, and then hurriedly added: "Not to mention today, I often sent berries of various colors when they were ripe before!"
"oh?"
Wen Yu was completely relaxed at this moment. After several rounds with the shepherd boy, she finally got rid of her previous anxiety and tension.
"So, you are considered a follower of the Goddess of Spring?"
The shepherd boy's eyes rolled, as if he was considering the matter carefully. "Of course, I am a believer in the Goddess of Spring."
"Well, believers of the Goddess of Spring are not allowed to lie. Sister asks you—"
"Hey—" the shepherd boy seemed surprised and retorted, "I haven't even asked my sister why she's here yet, so why is it her turn to ask me now?"
"Sister came first, so she asked first."
Wen Yu didn't care about all that. She often heard people say that children are the purest and kindest when they are young, and their views and opinions on things are more thorough and clear than ordinary people.
"This is also the question I want to ask the Goddess of Spring today. Listen carefully."
Wen Yu looked up at the statue of the God of Spring, which was full of extraordinary majesty. The statue had a magnanimity that could embrace the world and swallow the four seas. It seemed as if she really saw her master who had a kind heart of a bodhisattva and compassion for all living beings.
Suddenly, Wen Yu turned his gaze and stared at the little shepherd boy in front of him.
"Tell me, if you knew that doing something would have no good consequences, would you still do it?"
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