Chapter 242: "Please ask the Immortal Lord Wen Yu to take over the Spring God...
Boundless silence permeated the surroundings. Even Chi Huang, who was usually the most eloquent, fell silent at this moment.
Chi Huang stared at Wen Yu with extremely complicated eyes, and his mind was in turmoil, but he didn't know how to answer her.
God, are you unwilling to see Wen Yu?
It doesn't seem to be the case...
However, this was indeed the order from the God, and he was just doing what he was told.
After some hesitation, Chi Huang grasped Wen Yu's shoulders and said, "The Divine Lord is merely in seclusion, not unwilling to see you."
He said this, and it was not a violation of the God's instructions.
Wen Yu's eyes flickered at this ambiguous answer, and the doubts in them gradually turned into astonishment, and until the end, they were still filled with disbelief.
An indescribable feeling rose in her throat. After opening and closing her lips a few times, Wen Yu managed to regain her voice. "Chi Huang, when I woke up, it was the day that Master went into seclusion..."
"What's the difference between this and not wanting to see me?"
Although these words were spoken to Chi Huang, they were more like a question to herself. No matter how hard she thought about it, she could not find the answer.
Chi Huang sighed inwardly, and his words softened, "Wen Yu, believe me."
"The Lord God definitely doesn't want to see you, but he's in seclusion and isn't in the temple right now."
But no matter how Chi Huang explained, Wen Yu's frown could not relax.
"Not in the palace?" Wen Yu raised his hand and touched the palace door. "Didn't you say that Master and Emperor Taihao were talking at Broken Cloud?"
"Yes." Chi Huang felt that he had no way to defend himself. He was right. "But..."
Wen Yu turned his eyes and stared at the tightly closed palace door, as if he wanted to go through it and see what was inside.
In fact, she did so.
With more strength in his hands, Wen Yu pushed open the palace door at the edge of the Cloud Breaking Edge.
A heavy sound followed, and Chi Huang was shocked.
"Wenyu, this is disrespectful!" He quickly raised his hand to stop her, but he was still one step behind her.
The door leaves retreated to both sides from Wen Yu's palm, and the golden light and sunlight behind her immediately rushed into the hall at the edge of Duanyun. The original shadows were completely dispelled, and the magnificent building appeared before her.
"Respectful or disrespectful," Wen Yu retorted without turning back, and stepped into the palace gate. "You never spoke of me like that before."
The emotions that Wen Yu had suppressed for so long suddenly burst out at this moment, crowding in her throat and forcing her to choke when she spoke.
"I am a disciple of the God of Spring. I haven't returned for three hundred years. I don't believe that Master won't see me."
There was a hint of resentment in these words, and Chi Huang understood it, so he had no choice but to chase after him.
The emerald tiles, flying eaves, and colorful brackets make the magnificent palace look just as magnificent as before.
But to Wen Yu's surprise, apart from the half-finished chess game lying quietly in the middle of the hall, there was nothing else, not even the slightest sign of her master, Ju Mangjun.
Master...is really not in the temple.
Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled and her legs went weak. Could it be that her master really didn't want to see her?
The master helped her transform, taught her magic, and took her into the Spring Temple to keep her by his side. He even transplanted her original body to the East Heaven Palace where divine aura lingered. He was always gentle and considerate to her and never scolded her.
Even on the day when she broke into Zhuoying Palace and destroyed the immortal tree, her master just smiled and said to her, "You, you," and was unwilling to say anything harsh to her.
Such a good master, such a protective master, now, he actually avoids her...
Wen Yu fell to his knees with a thud, with the half-finished chess game in front of him.
Could it be that Master and Emperor Taihao were playing chess in the hall just now?
But after staring for a moment, Wen Yu rejected this idea.
The black and white pieces in front of me were fighting fiercely, but it was hard to tell who would win. However, judging from the marks on them, it had been a while since anyone had made a move.
What was the master doing in the temple? And why did he suddenly go into seclusion...
Wen Yu lowered her eyes to hide the tears in them, her fingertips weakly clenching her palms.
There were countless thoughts and ideas in her mind, but there was no reasonable answer. Wen Yu couldn't help feeling upset.
She originally thought that once she found her master, all her doubts would be solved, but she never expected that her master would refuse to see her.
Somehow, Wen Yu felt a pain in her heart, and the incomprehensible anxiety was running rampant in her chest, making her eager to find an outlet to vent.
In a trance, Wen Yu closed his eyes, raised his sleeves and swept the chessboard in front of him cleanly.
Black and white pieces were scattered all over the floor, and the crisp knocking sounds echoed throughout the palace. With endless lingering sounds, Wen Yu covered his face with his sleeves and half-crouched on the table.
Chi Huang, who followed up, had a solemn expression on his face. He first glanced at the scattered chess pieces following the sound, and then after looking left and right and repeatedly confirming that there was indeed no one in the hall, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But looking at Wen Yu, who was in a state of disarray, he remembered the free and unrestrained little tree demon in the Temple of Spring.
If he loses the joy of being a tree demon, is being an immortal really what Wen Yu wants?
A low whimpering sound was heard, and Chi Huang saw Wen Yu shrug his shoulders slightly.
"Why?" Wen Yu's voice was trapped between her sleeves, and it sounded intermittently, "Master... I haven't seen you for three hundred years. Why don't you want to see me..."
Seeing Wen Yu sobbing, Chi Huang took two steps forward and wanted to embrace her, but he clenched his fist and finally managed to hold it back. He sighed helplessly, "Since you know you haven't returned for three hundred years, you should understand what your responsibilities are as a disciple of the Spring God."
Wen Yu seemed to have not expected Chi Huang to ask this question. She stopped sobbing and slowly sat up from the table, but did not turn around to look at him.
"You are a disciple of the God of Spring, and you ascended to become an immortal and became the Immortal Lord of the Eastern Heaven."
He paused, not knowing what the consequences would be if he continued.
"But in the past three hundred years, you haven't returned to the Spring Temple once. Instead, you've been sitting there in the Netherworld, looking forward to it day and night."
Chi Huang had never said such words to Wen Yu. As far as he could remember, he either took Wen Yu up trees to play with birds or took Wen Yu down to the water to play with dragons.
He always took Wen Yu to find interesting and novel places to broaden her horizons. He neither asked about her magic nor demanded too much of her cultivation.
Wen Yu's back was stiff, but he listened to Chi Huang's words patiently, not arguing with him as usual.
"But in the end, not only did we gain nothing, but we even forgot about the Temple of Spring?"
Chi Huang's brows knitted tightly together, his heart aching, but he had to continue, "Do you still remember the promise you made when you became the Spring God's disciple, to cultivate diligently and benefit all living beings?"
Faced with such a question that was not an accusation, Wen Yu was speechless and just lowered his head in silence.
"Don't you want to know why the Divine Lord is in seclusion?"
As he said this, Chi Huang's voice trembled uncontrollably. Even though he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, he still couldn't help choking up at this moment.
"The Lord God has lost five points of his consciousness."
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a sharp sword hanging high in the air, piercing Wen Yu's heart vertically downwards.
She looked back at Chi Huang in astonishment and bewilderment, and saw him continue to speak:
"For three hundred years, the Lord God has single-handedly supported the Temple of Spring and has never missed a single spring plowing."
Chi Huang clearly saw the tears in Wen Yu's eyes, but he had to continue to reveal the truth.
"Over the years, the injuries have become severe and difficult to heal."
"How could it be..." Wen Yu murmured. She suddenly remembered that Emperor Taihao had asked the same question when she was eavesdropping earlier, "How could Master only have 50% of his consciousness left?"
The master is an ancient god with profound self-cultivation and infinite magical powers. He has few rivals in the Three Realms and the Five Elements.
What could have caused his spiritual consciousness to be damaged?
"You think?" Chi Huang closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look into Wen Yu's eyes any longer. "How did you wake up so quickly after Zhuoyingdian fell?"
Wen Yu looked at Chi Huang in surprise, "Didn't you say that Emperor Taihao came to the rescue..."
"The Emperor did rescue you." A look of pain appeared on Chi Huang's lips. "But it was the Divine Lord who nurtured you with his own divine power and cleared your spiritual veins."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Yu was also shocked.
Chi Huang's words were like a sharp blade, directly tearing off the fig leaf covering her face.
Wen Yu had to admit that if she hadn't met Tai Hao in the Netherworld Palace, she didn't know when she would return to the Temple of Spring.
For a moment, Wen Yu was filled with shame, anger and remorse. She had no idea that her master was so seriously injured.
"Chi Huang, this is my fault." Wen Yu's voice was hoarse and sounded like a piece of silk that had been torn. "You must know where Master is in seclusion."
"tell me."
"I want to see Master."
At the end of her words, Wen Yu's voice even had a hint of tears.
Chi Huang opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yu, taking in her injuries. His peripheral vision swept across the empty hall. He suppressed his trembling voice and advised, "Instead of going to look for the Divine Lord now, it would be better to wait for him to retreat properly."
"But..." Tears rolled down Wen Yu's face, and a wave of fear welled up in her heart, "Master..."
"The God will never blame you."
"Now that you're back." Chi Huang knelt down in front of Wen Yu and met her eyes. "Wen Yu, the Lord God has something to say to you."
Wen Yu wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, frantically tidying up her appearance, and looked at Chi Huang very intently, "What is it? What did the master say?"
"Jumang is seriously injured. Please ask Immortal Lord Wenyu to take charge of the Spring Temple."
Chi Huang spread out his palm, and after a few spots of light golden light, a white jade fan appeared.
Wen Yu recognized it. She raised her hand, and the jade fan slid into her palm. This was her master's magical weapon...
"Liuyun Fan." Wen Yu called softly.
"Yes." Chi Huang answered affirmatively, and at the same time withdrew his hand, "The God gives you this fan to protect your safety."
"But... I will take over the Spring Temple?" Wen Yu held the Liuyun fan in his hand, and its warm touch immediately spread from his palm to his whole body. "I..."
It wasn't that she wanted to shirk responsibility.
She would do her best to fulfill her master's orders no matter what.
However, since her ascension, although she has the title of Immortal Lord, but...
However, the temples of the gods in the Eastern Heaven that worshipped the gods and Buddhas were never able to condense a golden statue of her, which made her doubt whether she had really ascended to become an immortal.
If she were to take charge of the Spring Temple...
Wen Yu felt uneasy, as she was afraid that she would fail her master's orders and disappoint him even more.
"Recently, there have been frequent disturbances in the central region."
Chi Huang saw Wen Yu's hesitation and embarrassment, so he had no choice but to explain the pros and cons to her first.
"There is a fairy mountain in Zhongzhou, named Gouwu."
But he didn't know what Gouwu Mountain looked like before. Chi Huang recalled the God's instructions and tried his best to restore it.
"For hundreds of years, it was just an ordinary mountain range. But in recent days, the three mountains have been shaking, the five peaks have been changing, and an inexplicable spiritual energy has surged within Gouwu Mountain, attracting all kinds of demons and monsters to it."
Wen Yu's eyes narrowed, clearly aware of the seriousness of the situation. As Chi Huang explained, the frown between Wen Yu's brows grew tighter.
"In this way, there will naturally be no shortage of killing each other and harming people's livelihood." Chi Huang looked at Wen Yu deeply, his eyes full of hope and encouragement.
"Spring plowing season is almost here, and now it's the end of the year. If this chaos and this evil aren't eradicated, how can the world be at peace? How can the people survive?"
"I..." Wen Yu had already made a rough decision in her mind. But she was always used to following behind her master, and now she was asked to take charge of the Spring Temple...
"Take charge of the Spring Temple and go to Gouwu Mountain in Zhongzhou to quell the rebellion." Chi Huang held Wen Yu's shoulders with both hands, lowered his body and looked at him -
"Wenyu, do you agree?"
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