Chapter 238: "Didn't that mortal die three times...
"Song Linsheng..."
In the silence, the person on the couch murmured.
The faint voice seemed to come from a distant dream, but although it was faint, it could not conceal the tenderness in it, and the whispers were very touching.
Chi Huang folded his arms, closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he had been silent in this posture for a long time. Even the silver rings hanging in his ears were silent at this moment.
The faint humming sounded in the entire hall so loud that one could hear a pin drop, making him feel dazed and unable to distinguish anything.
In stark contrast to the tranquility inside the hall, outside, clouds were drifting and cranes were calling, the sound was so loud that it seemed as if it could be heard throughout the world.
Chi Huang opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. It was really strange that the usually quiet temple suddenly emitted such a loud sound.
But before he could think about it, when he turned his eyes back, he saw the person on the couch was waking up more violently, as if disturbed by something, and his cry became more rapid.
"Song Linsheng, Song Linsheng!"
Chi Huang heard it clearly this time. He was shocked and had no time to think. He rushed to the bedside with the jingling sound of silver rings in his ears, and embraced the woman who was sleeping very restlessly with both hands.
The silver bracelet on his arm swayed with his movements, making chaotic noises.
For a while, the hall was filled with the sound of beeps.
"Fire stick! Are you awake?"
Chi Huang's words were filled with concern and at the same time, mixed with an uncontrollable anxiety, as if he had been waiting for this moment for who knows how long.
The person who was now sitting lifelessly in Chi Huang's arms was none other than Wen Yu. His pale face flickered, bloodless, and even amidst the former's cries, he showed no special reaction.
Wen Yu glanced around hesitantly, as if she was still immersed in something and unable to break free. She was three parts confused and seven parts helpless, so she couldn't say anything more for a while.
Ignoring Chi Huang's call, Wen Yu just kept searching in a low voice over and over again, as if she was obsessed with finding some kind of answer.
——It was Song Linsheng, the Song Linsheng she had dreamed of countless times over the past hundred years.
Just like every time she woke up from a dream, she always murmured like this.
"Song Linsheng..."
When Dai Chi Huang heard what she said, he couldn't help but feel worried but helpless. "Don't worry, he's not here."
After saying this, Chi Huang seemed to be thinking of something, and he actually felt a little angry. "Didn't that mortal die three hundred years ago?"
He felt a little aggrieved and also a little confused.
He is just a mortal, but is he worth her worrying about him for a hundred years?
Looking back now, I don’t know whether it was right or wrong to let her go to the mortal world.
Wen Yu was startled when he heard this, and raised his head stiffly to look upwards in the direction of the sound.
Round and cute horns grew out from his fluffy yellow hair, and the silver rings hanging from his ears jingled as he spoke and moved.
The intelligent plants and trees in front of the half-open window leaned over to look in at her, and the beasts on the eaves gathered around Chi Huang, muttering something inaudibly.
The past overlapped with the present, illusion and reality intertwined, Wen Yu felt a pain in his head, and finally understood -
This is the East Heaven, the Temple of Spring.
She resigned from the Netherworld Palace and is no longer Meng Po of the Rebirth Inn of the Reincarnation Department. Naturally, she should go to the Temple of Rejuvenation.
The Spring Temple is not the Wutong Ancestral Temple, and it is not the same as it was three hundred years ago.
It was just an old dream. After waking up suddenly, where should she go to find Song Linsheng?
The longevity branch that she had carefully preserved had also dissipated in the wind. Now she had no clues related to Song Linsheng.
It turns out that in the end, it is still just an empty mirage and a pillow of peace.
Wen Yu lowered his head and said nothing, staring blankly at his empty palms. His fingertips were curled up, leaving only a sense of emptiness.
Song Linsheng was right. There are not many things in the world that can be grasped by human hands alone.
What about her? She had already ascended to heaven and was no longer a mortal, so why was she still so powerless?
She has been asking herself the same question over and over again for three hundred years, but she still can't find a definite answer.
"Fire stick? Fire stick!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chi Huang's originally smooth brows unconsciously frowned inward. He stopped talking and stopped joking.
"Wenyu, don't scare me. I was just talking nonsense, Wenyu?"
It was rare for him to call her name so seriously. Wen Yu looked up from her confusion, and her gaze gradually focused on Chi Huang.
Chi Huang, who had always been unrestrained and carefree, now had an unconcealable gleam of light in his ox eyes as he looked at her.
She didn't know how long she had been lying there, which probably made Chi Huang worried.
Wen Yu's heart tightened, and she had to suppress her originally sad mood. She changed her tone to a calm and relaxed one when she spoke.
"rhubarb!"
She sat up suddenly, raised her hand and grabbed Chi Huang's horns, and scolded him seriously, "You know you're talking nonsense, why don't you stop?"
The latter seemed to be startled by her sudden action. After a moment of shock, his eyes swept over Wen Yu's body, as if he was repeatedly confirming Wen Yu's situation.
He was clearly holding his breath, yet pretending to be relaxed.
Chi Huang sighed inwardly, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he seemed to be completely relaxed.
"Please spare my life, Immortal! Please spare my life, Immortal!"
He clasped his hands together, begging for mercy, and played with Wen Yu without any scruples. He didn't care at all that his cultivation and Taoism were much higher than Wen Yu's, not to mention his qualifications of having entered the Temple of Spring earlier.
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing at his exaggerated words, and the depression in her heart also dissipated a little. After all, three hundred years have passed, and no matter how deep the wound is, it will eventually scab over.
As long as she doesn't touch it, can she just pretend it doesn't exist?
Wen Yu put his thoughts aside and continued speaking without hesitation according to Chi Huang's words.
"Now that you know that I am now among the immortals, if I hear you call me a fire stick again—"
"Then you are not allowed to call me Da Huang!"
Chi Huang was also relentless. Although he gave in, he did not want Wen Yu to take advantage of him.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the temple was no longer as stagnant as before. The flowers and trees shook their branches and leaves and moved out of the window frames. The ridge beasts chased each other and climbed back to the eaves. The entire Spring Temple was relieved that Wen Yu had awakened.
"You know, I was really scared this time."
Although he was relieved that Wen Yu was getting better, Chi Huang continued to talk a lot and had no intention of stopping.
"Earlier, under the immortal tree in Zhuoying Palace, we had barely exchanged a few words when you suddenly fainted and fell into a deep sleep."
Looking at his pale face, Wen Yu felt that Chi Huang was even weaker than her "fainted" self, and she couldn't help but reach out and pat Chi Huang's shoulder to comfort him.
"It's okay, I'm awake now, right?"
"What's wrong?"
Chi Huang glanced at Wen Yu with a look of disapproval, raised his sleeve and grabbed her hand, "Who doesn't know that the God treats your fire stick as a treasure?
"It's because you don't take yourself seriously that you've stayed in the Netherworld, where hundreds of ghosts and demons are rampant, for three hundred years..."
Wen Yu shrank her neck and drooped her eyebrows, allowing Chi Huang to hold her hand. In the face of Chi Huang's muttering, she could only watch with her eyes and nose, and her nose and heart, after all, what he said was true.
"But speaking of which," Chi Huang said casually, pressing his hands on Wen Yu's spiritual veins to examine her body, "you saw it with your own eyes in Zhuoying Palace. That mortal's longevity branch... has withered and decayed, dissipating into smoke."
Seeing that Wen Yu didn't seem to want to refute him and just listened to him quietly, Chi Huang couldn't help but continue to persuade him: "It is fate that has decided this matter. Why don't you just let it go and stop worrying about it."
Wen Yu remained silent, lowered her head and stared at Chi Huang's hands as he fixed her sleeves, and for a moment she seemed dazed.
In the past, Song Linsheng helped her with all these things.
"Even if it is a huge debt, it should be repaid in three hundred years." Chi Huang's eyebrows moved slightly, and after giving some advice, he did not dare to say anything too harsh.
Wen Yu understood what Chi Huang meant, but precisely because she understood it, she could not give up so carelessly.
"There is no debt between him and me, and it is impossible to repay it."
She had cared for Song Linsheng's longevity branch and waited for him at the Naihe Bridge for three hundred years, not out of any sense of indebtedness. She simply wanted to see Song Linsheng again and finish what he had left unsaid.
Chi Huang's expression froze, as if he couldn't bear it.
In the past, he allowed Wen Yu to act as she pleased, and even often urged her to play around, just hoping that she could grow up freely in the Temple of Spring and under the protection of the God, and always remain innocent, without having to envy others or compare with anyone.
But now, after this incident and three hundred years of suffering in the Netherworld, although Wen Yu looks the same, he is actually very different.
"That's true, but how will you find any clues about him in the future..." Chi Huang spoke in a relaxed tone, trying his best to make this matter seem unresolved so as to persuade Wen Yu to withdraw. "Since you have resigned from the Netherworld Palace, then you can stay in the Spring Temple with peace of mind. If you are willing to practice, then practice well. If not, then become a wandering immortal."
After Chi Huang finished taking Wen Yu's pulse, he casually rubbed her forehead and said, "After all, the incense offerings from the Spring Temple can support you."
Wen Yu listened intently to Chi Huang's words, not knowing what she was thinking. But when Chi Huang finished speaking, not only did she not respond, but after some thought, she suddenly had an idea.
Who said she had no clues?
Wen Yu jumped up and landed on the ground, the fluttering corners of her clothes like surging waves. She rushed out without caring about anything else, and hurriedly asked, "Da Huang, where is my master?"
When she was leaving the main hall of the Netherworld Palace, she clearly met an immortal who looked exactly like Song Linsheng, and she mistook him for him.
This time I returned to the Temple of Spring in order to find out his background.
Master, Lord Ju Mang, as the master of the Temple of Spring, is in charge of the flowers and trees in the world. He can be said to be the head of the wood-element immortals in the East Heaven. If we ask for his help, it will surely get twice the result with half the effort.
Wen Yu's emotions were surging, and she was inexplicably excited, as if something unknown had stirred up her heart, which had been as deep as an ancient well and calm for three hundred years.
Even if he said in person that he was not Song Linsheng, she would still go and verify it herself.
The best thing to do now is to find a master first!
After she fell into a coma in Zhuoying Palace, it must have been her master who caught her. But now no one knows where her master has gone, so how could he have left Chi Huang alone to look after her?
You know, when she first entered the Temple of Spring, her master never left her side.
Wen Yu suppressed his doubts and had no time to think about anything else. He walked out of the hall in three or two steps.
Only Chi Huang was left behind, shouting indignantly, "What Da Huang? It's Chi Huang Jun! Chi Huang Jun!"
Surrounded by fairy mist and full of divine energy, it is very different from the perpetually dark Netherworld and the Naihe Bridge where resentful souls are always wandering. The Spring Temple is nourished by the master's divine power, so the vegetation is always lush and the petals are falling in profusion.
Not to mention the cranes walking around and the fish swimming happily, which together decorate this place. Anyone who sees it can't help but praise it as a fairy cave.
After several years, she hasn't returned to the Temple of Spring for a long time.
As soon as Wen Yu stepped out of the door, Chi Huang followed her. For some reason, Chi Huang, who always loved to joke with her, now had a serious look on his face.
"What are you looking for the God?"
Chi Huang quickened his pace and simply opened his arms across in front of Wen Yu, as if he didn't want her to go out at all.
"The most important thing for you now is to rest and take care of yourself."
But if Wen Yu could be easily stopped by him, she would never have gone to the mortal world without permission.
She turned her head nonchalantly and passed under Chi Huang's armpit, then turned around and faced Chi Huang and snapped her fingers. Then she backed away with her back, shrugged her shoulders and chuckled in response.
"I have something important to discuss with Master."
Chi Huang glanced at his armpit, then turned around and followed Wen Yu, hurriedly continuing to catch up with her, his words still full of advice.
"Don't make trouble, the God is busy right now—"
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