Capítulo 823: Chapter 345: Mingjiang Death Qi (Part 3)
Zhou Xuanzheng was ditating, gathering the Wish Power of the common folk in Mingjiang Prefecture to make a wish on the Will Heavenly Book, but beside him, Zhao Wuya was imagining “pig ears” and “pig hooves.”
The problem is, Zhao Wuya didn’t have any at in his hands. He was just mimicking the act of putting imaginary food into his mouth, like “hooves,” “pig ears,” “fine wine,” all conjured from his imagination—just for fun.
“Ya Zi… Master Wu Ya… can you settle down? You’ve been doing this imaginary performance all night.”
Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but complain.
“How is it called a performance? At least now my stomach feels full, as if it’s brimming with oil and water.”
Zhao Wuya patted his belly, indicating he really felt satiated.
Yun Ziliang, impatient, said: “Ya Zi, next ti when you brag, don’t go overboard. Just boast about having a little pig’s foot and call it a day. Stop pretending about pig ears and fine wine, or you’ll surely brag yourself into gaining weight.”
“… Zhao Wuya: “I really ate, I’m full.”
Yun Ziliang simply changed places, moving from beside Zhao Wuya to lie down next to Zhou Xuan, saying, “Most annoying are these bald donkeys, they even manage to scam themselves.”
Little Fuzi and Lv Mingkun were also lying on the ground, laughing heartily.
The team from the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop gathered together, and these few people were sprawled in a bamboo pavilion at Hui Feng dical College, with everyone lying together.
Zhou Xuan pressed his hand down, saying, “Stop parading your treasures like a bunch of motherfuckers, hurry up and sleep, stay quiet, don’t interrupt my wish on the Heavenly Book.”
“You can’t make a wish now.” Zhao Wuya replied.
“Why?”
Zhou Xuan asked Zhao Wuya.
Zhao Wuya replied again: “My Buddha Heart tells , your wish and the wish of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture are not the sa.”
In the cosmic chessboard, stood two masters of the twenty-one Zen—Master Wu Ya Zhao Wuya, Joyful Zen Master, Seven-leaf Revered Monk.
Joyful Zen Master had transford into a Bodhi Tree, vowing to protect the peace of Mingjiang Prefecture for the next five hundred years. Master Wu Ya had dispersed his Buddha energy, leaving only a Buddha Heart.
The current Zhao Wuya was a Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master with a Buddha Heart, implying he had two personalities—low emotional intelligence: the guy was a bit ntally split, mystical, such as just now with his “imaginary performance.”
But despite the mysticism, there’s often so depth in his occasional remarks.
Zhou Xuan pondered carefully, clapped his hands, and said: “No wonder I’ve been wishing all night, but couldn’t place a wish on the Will Heavenly Book, turns out it’s not the sa wish.”
He sharply closed the “Will Heavenly Book.”
This statent piqued Yun Ziliang’s curiosity, who asked: “How is it not the sa wish? Your wish, Xuanzi, is to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture, the common folk’s wish is also to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture… there’s no difference.”
“There is a difference, a big one.”
Zhou Xuan said, “Old Yun, look here. The Mingjiang Prefecture I wish to rebuild relies on the Will Heavenly Book, to restore Mingjiang Prefecture to its original state, the dead co back to life,
while the folk’s idea of rebuilding Mingjiang is true rebuilding, brick by brick, tile by tile, to rebuild the once prosperous Mingjiang Prefecture anew,
Our wishes seem similar and aligned, but are, in fact, two opposing forces: the difference between backtracking and reconstruction.”
Zhou Xuan rose, about to seek the Painter.
“Where’re you off to, Brother Xuan?” Zhao Wuya shouted.
“I’m going to find the Painter, to ticulously explain how I intend to restore Mingjiang Prefecture to the folk—only when they hear will they align with my heart’s wish.”
Zhou Xuan said.
Zhao Wuya suddenly bowed his head, adopting a solemn deanor, and in a deep bubble voice, said: “Great Teacher, do not be hasty, hear a word from this little monk.”
“Is he schizophrenic again?”
Zhou Xuan had slowly figured out Zhao Wuya’s ntal state—when he bows his head, Master Wu Ya wants to take over, when he raises it, Zhao Wuya’s self-awareness dominates.
Head bowed, head raised, completely two different people.
“You explained your wish to the folk, will they believe you to their core?”
“Not quite.” Zhou Xuan was self-aware, after all, the common folk aren’t practitioners of Fire God Cult, rely informing them—there’s a Will Heavenly Book, you just need to wish for Mingjiang Prefecture to be rebuilt, and it will restore itself… such a strange thing, without deep indoctrination, they wouldn’t believe any of it.
“So that’s it, a matter of wishes cannot be forced.”
Master Wu Ya said: “It requires guidance.”
“So, you seem to have a way to guide them?”
Zhou Xuan asked.
“There is a way, and it can indeed help, but… it’s not helping, it’s Joyful Junior Brother doing it.” Master Wu Ya replied.
Zhou Xuan asked: “How to help?”
“It’s already been done, look.”
Master Wu Ya pointed towards the flourishing bamboo forest, with that gesture, he clearly was not asking Zhou Xuan to look at the bamboo forest, but rather towards a farther direction…
…
Zhou Xuan unleashed his Perception, seeing a vast stream of black soul death energy flowing into Hui Feng dical College—
—this soul death energy ca from those who perished in the Xianhuo disaster at Mingjiang Prefecture. After the chess ga was resolved, their death energy, encased by Buddha energy and Heavenly God Aura, was drawn into the Bodhi Tree which Seven-leaf Revered Monk had beco.
Now, deep into the night, those soul death energies were released by Seven-leaf Revered Monk.
The soul death energy entered Hui Feng dical College, specifically to visit their families.
On the playground, Shoe Repairer Li, sleeping soundly due to the warm flow, suddenly heard the voice of his deceased wife.
“Brother Li, Brother Li…”
Shoe Repairer Li opened his eyes, vaguely saw his limped wife Miao Jinhua, who was holding their daughter Xiao Rou.
When Miao Jinhua gave birth to Xiao Rou, she caught a cold during confinent, managed to save her life with the help of a doctor, but afterwards left roots of the illness, hurt her nerves, and walked with a limp.
“Xiao Rou, Jinhua… you… you’ve returned?”
“Brother Li, Xiao Rou and I can’t bear to leave you.”
“Papa… papa…” Xiao Rou called out.
“How… how can you talk?” Shoe Repairer Li was very moved.
His daughter Xiao Rou had always had a peculiar illness, even at nearly five, couldn’t speak, the words mother, papa never ca out, and now, Xiao Rou was speaking so smoothly, how could he not be moved.
Miao Jinhua said: “When the fire was raging, the beam fell on us, the fire burned us, we wanted to escape, but couldn’t move that beam, in desperation, Xiao Rou started shouting papa…”
Hearing this, Shoe Repairer Li desperately pulled his hair, he was working when he saw the Heavenly Fire descending, rushed ho, but the road was blocked by fire… how was he supposed to know… his daughter, pinned by fiery beams, was calling out loudly for her savior…
“Xiao Rou, I’m sorry… dad was unforgivable… dad didn’t save you and your mother.” Shoe Repairer Li regretted wanting to pull out his hair strand by strand,
but Miao Jinhua embraced Shoe Repairer Li: “Brother Li, it’s not your fault… from now on, we’ll be together as a family, and never be apart… forever…”
“Mm.”
Shoe Repairer Li responded and tightly embraced Miao Jinhua, Xiao Rou, not daring to let go for even a mont, afraid that once he let go, his wife and daughter would be snatched away by that damned fire again…
…
Shoe Repairer Li saw an illusion, saw Miao Jinhua, saw his daughter Xiao Rou calling “papa,”
but in the real world, the scene wasn’t this way,
he was simply lying on the grass, not truly awakened, and there were two strands of dark energy, entering his coat, then that coat, like a living person, moved its corners to embrace Shoe Repairer Li…
“Jinhua, Xiao Rou—if you could still be with , how nice that would be.”
“If Mingjiang Prefecture could return to the way it was a few days ago, and you were all here, how nice that would be.”
In his sleep, Shoe Repairer Li suddenly bore such a wish…
And on the playground, the others were mostly like Shoe Repairer Li, embracing their coats in sleep, murmuring that “impossible wish,” hoping—Mingjiang Prefecture could revert to the days before, not just rebuild, but the ti, the people, the street appearances, all returning to how they were a few days ago…
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