In addition to the exchange students from various places, many new students were going to visit the University of Stargate this time. The hospital became much livelier than before.
The physical examination was a simple matter. All they needed to do was lie in the hospital cabin for a while. Soon, the students had all left, and the hospital had recovered its quietness.
It wasn't until the dead of the night that the door of the laminar ward at the end of the corridor was opened. Zong Lizi walked out from inside, a bewildered expression on her face, the tear stains still on her face.
Before the door of the laminar ward was closed, a heated discussion or argument could be heard from inside, and a few white-haired professors could be seen waving their arms excitedly.
The affiliated hospital was located on the east side of the lake at the University of Stargate, a long distance from the hotel. Yet, she didn't take a car; instead, she walked toward the other side of the lake.
It was unclear if it was because of the psychological factor or because her physical condition had improved, but her footsteps were much faster than usual. And the starlight she could see on the surface of the lake was much clearer than usual.
She walked faster and faster as she thought of something. Soon, she arrived at the hotel. As she passed by the big trees by the swimming pool, she reached out her hand and patted them, as if she wanted to high-five them.
With a soft beep, the elevator moved.
Ding!!! The door of the room was opened.
Jing Jiu was lying on the chair on the deck, bathing in the stars, naked.
She didn't even take a look at him before she jumped onto his body and kissed him.
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Jing Jiu had guessed what had happened.
He was fully aware of what a mental impact it was to get rid of the shadow of death.
Many years ago, he had felt so happy when he was certain that he would be able to ascend after he had read all the books on Cultivation collected by Shiyue Peak.
As such, he gave the girl with silvery hair a great deal of patience and tolerance. He allowed her to sit on his body and even let her kiss him. Yet, this was the most he could do.
As Zong Lizi was about to continue kissing him, Jing Jiu reached out a finger to press against the center of her brows and pushed her away from his body coldly.
Zong Lizi didn't struggle. She sat by his side obediently and held his hands with both of her hands. Seeing his pouting mouth, she was ready to cry to her heart's content.
"Don't cry. Tell me," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi sniffled a few times and said while holding his hands, "I've recovered from my illness."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
Zong Lizi was still feeling excited, so she didn't notice Jing Jiu's calm reaction. "My condition is very good right now," she said. "The condition of my body is very stable. The professors said that it might be because the gene modification didn't fail completely, and it was activated for some reason. However, they still need to study it further."
Jing Jiu said, "Congratulations."
The more Zong Lizi thought about it, the happier she felt, but she also felt sad somehow. "Can't I hug you right now if I want to?" she asked indignantly.
Jing Jiu said, "It has nothing to do with me. Why are you hugging me? Don't try to take advantage of me."
Having said that, he found that he talked a lot more than he did in Chaotian.
To be more precise, Jing Jiu had become more talkative after Nan Wang burned the corpse in the manor cave.
Zong Lizi said softly while staring into his eyes, "My life has changed a lot since I met you. It's getting better and better, and such a miracle has happened … Of course, it has something to do with you."
She stood up and looked at the stars in the night sky. "I'll go to the Fire-Passing Pagoda tomorrow to fulfill my vow and thank god for saving me," she said while putting her palms together.
Jing Jiu thought that she had thanked the wrong person.
Zong Lizi pulled back her gaze and said to him, "Come with me."
"No," said Jing Jiu.
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The next day.
Leaning against the wall and looking at the Fire-Passing Pagoda on the opposite side, Jing Jiu felt an itch on his back.
It might be a psychological factor, or it might be because of the gravitational field in the Administrative Bureau. It was well known that Jing Jiu had a natural sensitivity to anything that could threaten him.
The Fire-Passing Pagoda was a multi-story building. It was different from the Buddhist pagoda in Chaotian; it was more like the auction house in Nanhezhou.
Each story of this building was smaller than the one below it. The round windows welcomed all the wind and the believers, and the mottled stained glass could be seen. If the windows were open, one could see the sacred frescoes in the distance.
He looked at the main hall of the praying hall on the third floor of the Fire-Passing Pagoda. Zong Lizi and other believers sat on the chairs and put their palms together, praying devoutly.
Many married women in Chaotian would fulfill their vow, so Jing Jiu was not a stranger to it. However, he thought that this little girl didn't have much money, and he didn't want her to be cheated too much, so he came here to have a look. More importantly, he had something else to deal with.
The side door of the Administrative Bureau was opened. A few government officials walked out in a hurry, one of them holding a cup of drink in his hand.
Jing Jiu remembered clearly that it was this kind of drink that was provided in the passage leading to the underground.
A middle-aged man in a thin windbreaker walked out with his head lowered. The golden hair under the brim of the windbreaker looked like messy straw.
As the middle-aged man walked past Jing Jiu, he suddenly halted his steps and looked at Jing Jiu uncertainly, asking, "Is that you?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
This golden-haired middle-aged man was Tang Gu, a famous material scientist in the underground laboratory. He said with a bewildered expression in his eyes, "I've had a voice in my mind lately, telling me to come up here and find someone … I'm thankful that it's a kind of consciousness control, but why don't I resist it?"
Jing Jiu said, "Now that your consciousness is under my control, how can you resist it?"
This statement sounded like nonsense, and it was still nonsense after listening to it. However, it was a necessity for the Two-Mind Connection, a special method of the Zen sects.
Even for Jing Jiu, it was difficult for him to use the Two-Mind Connection to control an intelligent being for a long time, so he had to strengthen it every once in a while.
"Why do you want me to come up here?" asked Tang Gu.
Jing Jiu asked, "Has anyone seen the materials of my files recently?"
Those files were stored in a special network. If he used the method of the Cloud Ghost to monitor them for a long time, he would have to write codes in them, which would be discovered sooner or later.
For instance, some of the codes he had written on the battleship had been erased. However, he had set the codes to be sent out at a fixed time, and he had made enough information bridges in between. As a result, the military of the Federation couldn't find him by following the clues, and they were still investigating the matter internally.
Shaking his head, Tang Gu said, "The files are top secret to begin with. Nobody has asked about it since the Dean came here once."
Jing Jiu thought that he would bring her to the Science Academy on the Main Planet after the Snow Girl found him, and try to find out more from the Dean.
Jing Jiu waved his hand to signal for Tang Gu to leave, looking like a delinquent student who was unwilling to accept the care of his parents.
As Tang Gu was about to leave, he suddenly halted his steps and looked at the pair of eyes that were not covered by the blue tracksuits. "Can I follow you?" he asked after some hesitation.
"It's your need, not mine," said Jing Jiu.
Having said that, Jing Jiu paid no more attention to this person, looking at the building on the opposite side of the street.
Zong Lizi was talking to a main preacher.
It was the main preacher who had intended to teach Jing Jiu.
This main preacher had said the other day that following god was not the need of god, but the need of the believers.
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It was late at night, and the starlight looked like the water.
Lying on the chair on the deck, Jing Jiu looked at the inconspicuous star on the edge of the sea of stars.
"What are you looking at?"
After making sure that Jing Jiu was wearing clothes, Zong Lizi walked out with two teacups in her hands.
Jing Jiu took the teacup and had a sip. He was certain that the tea was not as good as Gu Qing's, but it was better than Jing Li's wife's. The tea was not as good, but the temperature of the water was suitable.
"Do you believe in the existence of god?"
Jing Jiu had heard clearly the conversation between her and the main preacher that day.
Zong Lizi said after some thought, "I do."
"Why?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi said earnestly while looking at Jing Jiu, "The Master Preacher said that a miracle had happened to me recently because I had met an outstanding person."
"And then," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi said, "You should bring the miracle to more people."
"For example?" pressed Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi pressed, "For example, you should participate in the selection for the position of female priest."
Jing Jiu shot a glance at her and said, "The position of female priest?"
Zong Lizi let out a mischievous smile and knocked the teacup in Jing Jiu's hand lightly, saying, "You're so beautiful; no one can tell your gender."
"But I know my gender," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi had gotten rid of the shadow of death and displayed the temperament of a young girl. "Is gender important?" she asked with arched eyebrows.
"Not really," replied Jing Jiu after some thought.
For a person who had successfully ascended and had a long life and was devoted to the path toward heaven, the body and appearance were not important, let alone gender.
Of course, it didn't mean that Jing Jiu would participate in the selection for the position of female priest; it was because it was even less important.
"You haven't told me yet. What is there? You've often looked there … but there are no stars there. "
Zong Lizi came to the railing of the deck with the teacup in her hand and looked at a spot in the night sky.
"There are many gods over there," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi thought he was joking, but she felt bewildered when she thought of what the main preacher had said.
Was what had happened to her a miraculous miracle?
The expression in her eyes grew determined as she said, "Since you don't want to go, I'll go."
She referred to the selection for the position of female priest.
Back when she was in the apartment in the underground neighborhood, she thought that she would be able to witness the result of the selection for the position of female priest if she went to the University of Stargate as an exchange student.
She decided to participate in the selection for the position of female priest.
As far as the girl with silvery hair was concerned, this was undoubtedly the bravest and most important decision she had made in the last sixteen years.
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The reason Zong Lizi decided to participate in the selection for the position of female priest was mostly because her condition had suddenly improved and her life energy had erupted. Of course, it also had something to do with the conversation she had with the main preacher. What the main preacher had said seemed to be casual, but it was the praise for gods that could be found in the classics. In fact, he had guided her in an ingenious way.
The officials in the imperial court and the preachers in the villages were good at this sort of thing, and they were much better at it than the scholars in Yimaozhai. Jing Jiu had a clear understanding of this.
That night, Jing Jiu set up the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation and jumped down from the deck after making Zong Lizi fall into a deep sleep.
The wind in the tunnel of the floating train was soundless, but the wind in the tunnel made a whistling sound.
Half a minute later, Jing Jiu arrived at the most tranquil and expensive manor in Shou 'er City and found the house of the main preacher.
The first thing he did after eating was to pick up the chopsticks. He of course controlled the network of the villa and dismantled all the defenses.
Like the plots in this world, the main preacher lived a luxurious life. His house was decorated with golden walls. If he were a child from the underground neighborhood, he would be enraged after seeing such a scene.
Jing Jiu was a child born in the royal palace and had lived a fairy man's life for a thousand years, so he didn't feel anything. He waved his hand to make the main preacher fall asleep. After making sure that there was no self-destruct device in his brain, Jing Jiu started reading his memory.
He didn't want to turn the main preacher into an idiot, so he only employed the secret soul-searching method of the Mysterious Dark Sect to the fourth level.
In the perception of the secret soul-searching method, the main preacher's awareness was a patch of fog, and the scenes would appear in the fog from time to time. They were as chaotic as the popular stream of consciousness in this world. It was hard to find the objective truth even if one read them directly.
A gentle breeze drifted out from the thermostat, resembling the breeze on the prairie. It should have been infused with some kind of incense.
A sword light came out from Jing Jiu's eyes. The broken pieces of information had gradually formed a complete picture with the help of the Sword Awareness and the Two-Mind Connection.
Jing Jiu didn't try to peek into the shadow of the main preacher's childhood. All he did was look at the boring and repetitive scripture recitation, meetings and sermons in the last few days. He saw the pious faces of many believers and some personal affairs.
In the next moment, he saw his blurry figure. It was the day the main preacher tried to preach to him. He also sensed the shock and anger of the main preacher.
It was evident that the main preacher was stunned by Jing Jiu's statement "I am the god".
Nothing unusual happened until the main preacher left Shou 'er City a few days ago and went to the ground by flying device.
He didn't see any scenes on the way. He was probably sleeping with his eyes closed or meditating to clear his mind.
Jing Jiu thought it was the latter; it was because the main preacher was in a tranquil and respectful mood when he left the flying device and walked into that huge building.
The huge building was like a huge mountain standing in the deep part of the prairie. Its tip seemed to pierce through the protective shield of this planet and reach the distant permanent star.
The inside of the building was spacious enough to accommodate a great many believers. However, when the main preacher walked in, he didn't find anyone there.
A gray curtain hung in the deep part of the building, looking like the gray sky was placed vertically there. It was so huge that the regular people couldn't even see its edge.
The main preacher knelt down before the gray curtain, like an ant facing the sky.
A mild and peaceful voice came out from the curtain, like the decree issued by the god in the sky, "Go and serve that youth."
The main preacher's body trembled slightly as he asked, "That blasphemer?"
The voice said, "God can be everything. Now that we are looking for him, why should we care about his appearance?"
"What … what are you talking about?" the main preacher asked in surprise.
The voice asked, "What is the last will left by the god before he left?"
The main preacher said with his head lowered, "To find a new god."
The voice said, "I think … it's him."
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A dozen days ago, after I had finished writing that Jing Jiu and Zong Lizi were watching the primary selection of the female priest in the underground neighborhood, a friend of mine sent me a message, saying that I must have devised a plot to let Jing Jiu dress up as a man to fulfill his long-cherished dream of writing … Do you want to see him dress up as a woman? No way … I like watching it, but it doesn't mean I like writing about it. I really can't write about it. I suddenly thought of the magic apprentice. I wonder how Master Lan Jing is doing. I wish him well.)
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