Chapter 3: True or False, Lin Sheng is Relatively Unrecognizable "Suing the Supreme God Ju Mang and...
What does it feel like?
The hands that were used for greeting were still across the chest. Wen Yu looked over the arms and looked at the man from a distance, separated by a few steps, one above and the other below.
During this moment, everything was quiet, and all the past events were changing and intertwined before Wen Yu's eyes.
She had been working in the underworld for more than three hundred years just to find Song Linsheng's soul. Now Song Linsheng was sitting in the hall in good health. Wen Yu was a little stunned for a moment and didn't know how to react.
However, this bit of surprise was soon replaced by joy. She quickly came to her senses, her eyelashes trembled twice, she pursed her lips, and couldn't help but break into a smile.
Seven parts joy of reunion, three parts sad tears.
Wen Yu never felt bitter or tired before.
When Song Linsheng died, she came to the underworld alone to ask Xie Bian for help in finding him. While working in the underworld, she carefully checked the souls coming and going by the Naihe Bridge every day. She did not dare to slack off for a moment, for fear that a mistake would cause her to miss Song Linsheng.
The lingering resentment of mortal souls, the wailing that continues day and night by the Naihe Bridge, and the evil spirits wreaking havoc in the Fengdu Ghost Market.
She used to be afraid, but gradually she became less afraid, and then she got used to it...
Wen Yu always thought that it was these hardships that made her grow up, and that she was now an independent director of the Reincarnation Department and no longer just a crybaby.
But now seeing Song Linsheng again, Wen Yu felt a wave of sadness welling up in her eyes. It turned out that she was also afraid. She has always been the same Wen Yu.
She only regretted that she had not written down all the trivial troubles of the past so that she could read them one by one to Song Linsheng.
The tassels on her temples swayed, just like Wen Yu's joyful heart.
Wen Yu withdrew her hand, lifted the hem of her skirt, and trotted towards Song Linsheng. Her skirt fluttered, and she felt like a happy little rabbit. For the first time in three hundred years, she felt so relaxed.
"Song Linsheng!"
Wen Yu's voice was crisp, and her almond-shaped eyes were full of tears, rippling with light, but she had a smile on her face that she couldn't hide.
She originally thought that she must throw herself into Song Linsheng's arms, just like when they first met in the mortal world, but her steps seemed to be out of control, and she slowly slowed down a few steps away from Song Linsheng until she stopped.
"Song Linsheng, you..." Wen Yu tapped her toes twice, hesitating how to start. As the saying goes, one feels more timid when close to home, so she didn't dare to ask the visitor. That was probably it.
Song Lin was full of vitality, with a faint glow surrounding his body. His aura clearly showed that he was not an ordinary person.
"You are... a god..." Wen Yu lowered her head and stared at her toes, her voice becoming weaker and weaker, her throat felt a little sore, and she almost choked.
"Three hundred years... Why didn't you come to me earlier..."
The robe embroidered with lotus patterns moved slightly and slowly moved in front of Wen Yu, but did not speak.
Wen Yu's gaze followed the lotus pattern all the way up. His expression was normal, without any change, and he was looking down at Wen Yu.
There were a lot of things on the tip of his tongue, but Wen Yu just couldn't put them together and didn't know where to start.
"I...I've been looking for you..."
His eyes were clear, but without any emotion. Wen Yu tried hard to read something from them...
"The person you are looking for is Song Linsheng." He finally spoke, but what he said was something Wen Yu did not expect.
"I'm not Song Linsheng..."
"So...what are you looking for me for?"
Wen Yu was a little dazed, with tiny tears still hanging on her eyelashes, but her throat was already choking and unable to move up or down.
He said he was not Song Linsheng.
The man before him had a calm expression, his emotions invisible. Yet, Wen Yu felt as though he were carrying a subtle hint of pity, perhaps a kind of compassion inherent in the Immortal Monarch.
She originally couldn't figure out the secret behind this. She didn't know how Song Linsheng transformed himself into an immortal king and became a guest of Fengdu Jun.
Now he bluntly said that he was not Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu's thoughts were racing. No, she didn't believe it.
Wen Yu glanced at the man's robe again, and it looked even more familiar. Yes, a lotus-woven green robe. While the details might differ, it was indeed the signature attire of the Eastern Heavenly Court's Wood Immortals.
Before she came to the underworld to work, she was a small immortal who had just achieved enlightenment in the East Heaven. However, her master was the God Ju Mang of the Temple of Spring. He belonged to the element of wood and was the god of wood who was in charge of spring plowing of plants and trees on earth. He was also the assistant god of the East Heaven and the leader of all the wood-type immortals.
All wood-type immortals belong to the Eastern Heavenly Court lineage, and there is nothing that her master does not know about the immortals from all walks of life.
Whether this person is Song Linsheng or not, she will find out after she asks her master in Huichun Temple!
Thinking of this, Wen Yu clenched his palms, slowly exhaled, and his mind gradually calmed down.
She turned to leave, but after a few steps she paused. Wen Yu turned back and walked back to the man and stood still.
"Xiao Meng! Do you know the name of this immortal and where his cave is?" Fengdu Jun on the side spoke leisurely, half leaning on the couch, and for some reason he looked a little excited.
Wen Yu glanced at Fengdu following the sound, then quickly retracted her gaze and fixed her eyes on the man in front of her.
The other person also looked back at Wen Yu, his lips moving slightly, as if he was about to say something.
Wen Yu clasped his hands together in front of him, shook them downward, and gave a very curt salute.
Then he raised his foot and kicked him with all his strength!
The man groaned in pain, and Wen Yu nodded with satisfaction. It was well worth it for her to do odd jobs at the Wangsheng Inn every day for the past three hundred years. She has gained a lot of strength now!
He swayed slightly, his face was bewildered and stunned, and he seemed to be at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He could only straighten his clothes by himself without saying a word. However, Fengdu beside him suddenly sat up straight and said hurriedly:
"Meng Po! What are you doing! Do you know——"
"I don't know! So don't blame those who don't know!"
Wen Yu turned his head to glance at Fengdu Jun, quickly interrupted him, and turned back to the man in front of him and said with a smile:
"Right? Immortal Lord?"
"I……"
"It's no use if it's not!" Wen Yu stopped smiling, raised her chin and looked at him, with her arms folded across her chest.
"I am Wen Yujun, a disciple of Jumang Shang, the God of Spring Temple."
"If the Immortal Lord insists on making a fuss, just go to the Eastern Heavenly Court, make a scene in the Spring Temple, and file a complaint before the Supreme God Ju Mang!"
Without waiting for his response, Wen Yu hurriedly left the hall and headed outside the Netherworld Palace. She never looked back, leaving Fengdu and the Immortal Lord behind.
The palace of the Netherworld was tall and spacious, making the three of them look as small as beans.
Seeing that the candlelight stretched the woman's figure into a long shape, like a bird flapping its wings to fly, fluttering out of the hall, he involuntarily took a step forward, and then stopped.
"You've pissed off me, the head steward, and I've no choice but to send you to the Rebirth Inn to do odd jobs." Fengdu saw that he didn't move and wasn't angry, so he knew that he wasn't upset by Meng Po's rudeness. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, settled back down in his stomach, and he simply leaned back casually, saying lazily.
"You still haven't answered me." The man suddenly said something incoherent, mumbling a little.
Fengdu was a little confused: "What did you say?"
"What are you looking for me for..."
The question was so soft that Fengdu almost thought he had misheard. The candlelight in the hall was dim, and the flickering candlelight cast a flickering light on the man.
Wen Yu rushed out of the Netherworld Palace. The wedding parade in the ghost market had not yet ended and was still as lively as when she arrived. However, Wen Yu's mood was not as relaxed as when she arrived.
She did not return to the Rebirth Inn, but went straight to Mount Dushuo. The underworld was well connected and had many exits. Mount Dushuo was located in the southeast and was the nearest thoroughfare to the East Heaven.
East Heaven, Temple of Spring.
In the dim sunlight, the towering palace sits firmly in the auspicious clouds, and the bull-backed beasts on the eaves are faintly visible, guarding the eight directions.
Wen Yu plunged into the Temple of Spring. In the courtyard stood a green paulownia tree that looked like a coiled dragon, with a canopy like an umbrella and lush greenery. Below it was the Three Lights Divine Pool that surrounded the green paulownia tree.
Wen Yu looked up and saw that this Bi Wutong tree was her original form. She had not grown here before, but in the Wutong Ancestral Temple in the mortal world...
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