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Zheng Yu carried two pots of aged yellow wine and walked along the old creek street to the dilapidated old temple.
"Teacher, I'm here to deliver the wine," Zheng Yu said at the door.
"You're too kind. You're my boss now. I should be the one serving you." The old temple god hurriedly welcomed Zheng Yu into the house.
Zheng Yu carefully looked at the old temple god's face. It was already covered with the marks of time. His eyes were cloudy and not as bright as when he first met him.
"I have some questions for you," Zheng Yu said.
"Tell me … Why are you drinking? I thought you never drank?" The old temple god asked, puzzled.
"I'll make an exception this time. Besides, you never drank before," Zheng Yu said.
The old temple god was stunned. He then explained with a smile. He clinked bowls with Zheng Yu and took a big gulp.
"When I was an official, I went to the mountains to suppress bandits. We sent people to keep an eye on these bandits who took the lives of more than a dozen villages and waited for reinforcements from the army. But at that moment, a village girl passed by the lookout point of the bandits. She was stopped by two bandits and dragged into the forest … We wanted to save the village girl, but doing so would alert the enemy. All the bandits would flee. Furthermore, they were cruel by nature and their methods were terrifying. If we let them escape this time, who knows how many people they would harm in the future. As for the village girl's cries, we heard it clearly. We knew what kind of torture the village girl had gone through, but we couldn't save her. Teacher, did we do something wrong? "Zheng Yu asked.
The old temple god fell silent.
He took big gulps of wine and finished the wine that Zheng Yu brought in a few gulps.
After drinking until his face was red, the old temple god gently patted Zheng Yu and said, "Did you kill those bandits?"
"Killed them all. Not a single one was spared," Zheng Yu replied.
"What happened to the village girl?" The old temple god asked.
"We saved her from the village, but we were too ashamed to face her," Zheng Yu continued.
"Did you talk to her?" The old temple god continued asking.
"No, I … I don't dare …" Zheng Yu spoke out the bitterness and helplessness in her heart.
"You haven't talked to her, how do you know she didn't do it on purpose?" the old temple god asked.
Zheng Yu's face was full of confusion. He did not understand what the old temple god meant.
The old temple god took a sip of wine but found that there was no wine left. He looked out of the window and saw some slight changes in the clouds, so he handed the wine jar to Zheng Yu and said, "There's no more wine, go to the street corner and get me some."
Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment. He stared at the old temple god.
After Zhu Minglang told her about what was going to happen, Zheng Yu actually blamed herself. If she had not left the temple, the old temple god might not have died.
He had been too careless and underestimated the strength of the God of Evil Wishes, Honmo.
However, what made him feel as if a bone was stuck in his throat was that he could not change all of this.
Zheng Yu knew that the old temple god would die, but he couldn't tell him. He couldn't save him.
The death of the old temple god was related to all of Honmo's future actions. Once this link was changed, it could lead to all of their future actions being predicted by the other party.
"The star painting can't find a way to save the old temple god. I'm sorry …"
This sentence lingered in Zheng Yu's ears.
He felt some pain in his heart.
Just like the woman who had screamed at the top of her lungs, he had chosen to ignore her.
Just like now, he couldn't say anything and couldn't change the fate that was already set in stone.
"Zheng Yu, go and get me some wine. I'll answer the confusion in your heart." The old temple god smiled and handed the wine jar to Zheng Yu.
Zheng Yu looked at the old temple god's old smile, but his eyes were already wet.
He suppressed the pain in his heart. He didn't know how to make a choice. He had already made the same mistake. Now that he was faced with it again, he didn't know what was the right choice. Should he change the fate of the old temple god, or let everything happen and consider the big picture …
"Teacher, I … I have to stay here with you. I …" Zheng Yu's voice had already changed. It was choked with sobs.
The old temple god saw that Zheng Yu wasn't leaving, so he took a piece of yellow paper from the table and wrote something on it with a brush. He then handed the yellow paper to Zheng Yu and said, "This is my answer to you. Smear it with yellow wine and you'll see the answer."
"I can't leave. You'll …"
"Listen to me. Leave!" The old temple god said sternly.
Zheng Yu was stunned again.
…
Zheng Yu walked out of the old temple. He didn't dare to look back.
He knew very well that it was an extremely terrifying curse.
He walked towards the wine shop at the end of the street in a daze. He heard the river girl's voice. Zheng Yu couldn't even hear what she said.
Zheng Yu remembered the yellow paper in his hand and immediately poured a jar of wine from the wine jar.
The wine spilled on the yellow paper. A line of words finally appeared on the yellow paper.
"The village girl's surname is Qiao."
Seeing this line of words, Zheng Yu felt like he was struck by lightning. His hands couldn't help but tremble.
Village girl surnamed Qiao …
One of the villages that the bandits massacred had the surname Qiao!
And in a radius of hundreds of miles, there were only a few dozen households in that village with the surname Qiao. There were no others!
The village girl was the only survivor of Qiao Village. She didn't enter the village for no reason …
She took the risk to help the authorities find the bandits' lair!
"How do you know that I didn't do it on purpose?"
Suddenly, Zheng Yu saw the second line slowly appear on the yellow paper!
Zheng Yu remembered every detail that Zhu Minglang had described. In the predictive state, he saw that the wine jar was empty, so he took the initiative to get more wine for the old temple god.
But how could that not be the old temple god's intention? The old temple god knew Zheng Yu's personality and knew that Zheng Yu was meticulous in his etiquette.
And this time, even though Zheng Yu had already brought the wine over, the old temple god suddenly drank it all and deliberately drained it.
When he saw that Zheng Yu didn't go get the wine, he even took the initiative to have Zheng Yu go get the wine at the end of the street.
In the end, he even ordered Zheng Yu to go get the wine on the orders of his teacher and let him leave.
In other words, the old temple god would find a way to send Zheng Yu away no matter what and let him face Hong Mo alone!
The old temple god knew that Hong Mo was coming.
The old temple god knew that his time of death was coming.
The old temple god hoped that his dying life would be exchanged for a chance for Zheng Yu to severely injure Hong Mo.
This was his choice.
How do you know that I didn't do it on purpose?
Zheng Yu could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. Drops of tears fell on the words "aware" and "intentional". Soon, the tears wiped away the wine on the yellow paper, and the originally visible words slowly blurred and disappeared.
On the side, River Lady looked at Zheng Yu who was staring at the yellow paper and crying, not knowing what to do. Some sadness couldn't be faked or controlled. Emotions would hit the heart hard, causing pain and depression to erupt in an instant and turn into tightly twisted tears on the face. The eyes were the wounds of the heart, and the tears were the blood of the heart. After such a heavy blow, the tears would gush out uncontrollably …
Of course, the wounds of the heart would also heal and make it stronger!
After Zheng Yu sorted out his emotions, the knot in the depths of his heart was cleared away.
After he became a god, he wandered around and never found the answer to this puzzle in his heart.
His inner demon.
This was his inner demon.
In the Divine City, Hong Mo dug out the inner demon hidden in the deepest part of Zheng Yu's heart. He used self-blame and annoyance to lash himself over and over again, almost causing him to collapse.
At this moment, he knew that he had solved his inner demon. He also knew that he would no longer be confused and hesitant on the path of becoming a god.
He would no longer be afraid to look into his own heart.
Similarly, he would no longer be afraid of this bewitching God of Evil Wish!
The old temple god used the last of his life to teach Zheng Yu one last lesson, and also forged a truly fearless heart for Zheng Yu!
When he faced Hong Mo with such a pure and innocent heart, he felt as though he was a child.
In his eyes, Hong Mo was just a clown!
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