Chapter 209

"As for life and death... if it weren't for you, I would have been a dead person long ago, so what is there to be unable to let go of?"

Dongfang Qi's tone was firm and sincere at this moment, and Lin Qingyue knew that further persuasion would seem nagging.

"Good, since that is the case, let us go and break through together! No matter what demons, ghosts, or monsters, just kill them all! Dongfang Qi, let me take a good look at your ability! A king naturally fears no storms!"

Lin Qingyue did not persuade him to leave again, and Dongfang Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Lao Gui's soul floated from outside and said angrily: "I just went for a turn outside, and the people here have been poisoned. Every household worships the Guiyuan God statue, and they don't sleep at night, bowing back and forth in front of the statue."

"There was a man whose mother broke her head, and he didn't send her for treatment in time, but cried and begged the god to bless his mother's recovery. Later, I entered his dream while he was asleep, wanting to persuade him to send her to the medical hall quickly; if it was too late, she would die. But guess what?"

Dongfang Qi said: "You are so angry, then you must have failed to persuade him."

Lao Gui said: "That idiot actually asked me if I was sent by the god to test his sincerity?"

"I asked him in the dream: 'Your mother is so badly hurt, aren't you afraid she will die?' He said: 'I pray sincerely, the god will surely bestow blessings on my mother and grant her peace and longevity. Even if she really dies, it must be that the god cannot bear to see her continue to suffer in the world and took her to the Pure Land to enjoy happiness'."

"Listen to this, how absurd and stupid! Sigh, it really makes me angry!"

Lao Gui was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

Lin Qingyue said: "This matter must be solved from the root. They are clearly no longer just simple faith, but brainwashed."

Just like the countries in the human world under the rule of cultivators in the past, the belief in gods has reached the point of being possessed.

No matter how you persuade them, they will not believe it.

Only by eliminating the culprit at the root will those deep-rooted worships collapse, and the people's self-awareness will gradually recover.

Dongfang Qi said to Lao Gui: "I advise you not to float out to see it again; it just adds trouble to yourself. It is better to have a good sleep and adjust your soul power."

Lao Gui nodded, suddenly spread his palms, revealing two glimmers of light like fireflies.

"This is the Dream Soul I wove with my own power. This time, I was able to be liberated from the Nightmare Town, thanks to you two. I, Lao Gui, have nothing to repay you with, so I will use this bit of Dream Soul Spirit to give you a good dream, dreaming of the person you most want to see in your heart."

After saying this, the two bright glimmers of light fell in front of Lin Qingyue and Dongfang Qi.

"Dream of the person and things we most desire to see in our hearts?" Lin Qingyue extended her finger and poked the bit of glimmer.

The glimmer wrapped around her finger. She didn't know what she thought of, and strange emotions seemed to be flashing in her dark eyes.

"I wish you both a good dream." Lao Gui said, and his soul floated away.

Dongfang Qi held the glimmer in front of him in his palm and asked Lin Qingyue: "What do you want to dream about?"

Lin Qingyue was silent for a long time before saying: "I don't dream."

Then she turned and left, returning to her own room.

That bit of Dream Soul glimmer followed her silently. The person who said she didn't dream, in the end, couldn't bear to swat it away.

Dongfang Qi looked at her back and muttered to himself: Is the person she wants to see her master?

If the person in her heart is a living person, no matter what the other party is like, Dongfang Qi would have to compete with them.

But it just so happens that the person in her heart is her master, a dead person.

How can a living person compete with a dead person?

Lin Qingyue returned to her room, sat cross-legged, and prepared to enter meditation to practice.

When entering meditation, she usually had no distractions, did not think about the past, did not worry about the future, and would not think of anyone.

But tonight, Lao Gui's words kept hovering in her ears: "... dream of the person you most want to see in your heart... the person you most want to see... person..."

Her state of mind could no longer be calm.

After her master died, she had tried to gather her master's soul, hoping to see her one more time. But no matter how many methods she used and how much effort she spent, she could never do it.

The soul dissipated, and it dissipated so thoroughly!

Later, she had A Zhuo and gradually let go of her obsession with her master.

But later, A Zhuo was also gone...

Lin Qingyue missed them, missed them bone-deep, missed them heart-wrenchingly.

Her palm spread out, and that bit of Dream Soul glimmer floated on her fair palm.

"I shouldn't see you again, otherwise it will only increase the pain. But... but I really miss you so much. Master, A Zhuo... forgive my greed, just let me sink one more time..."

She slowly closed her eyes, and the Dream Soul glimmer sensed her intention and slowly floated into her Sea of Consciousness.

The darkness in front of her eyes gradually had a different scenery with the falling of that bit of glimmer.

"Yueyue..."

She opened her eyes suddenly and saw her master, whom she thought of day and night, standing in the past time and smiling at her: "Yueyue, long time no see, how have you been?"

"Master!"

In an instant, she was tearful, and hurriedly raised her sleeve to wipe away the tears, fearing that her vision would be blurred and she wouldn't be able to see her master's appearance clearly.

"Master, Yueyue misses you so much. Where are you, why have I been looking for you for so long and can't find you? Master, don't you want Yueyue anymore?"

A long sigh fell into the dream, rippling in circles.

"Silly girl, how could Master not want you? If you can't find Master, you should look forward; there is someone better and more worthy of your love ahead."

"Look—" she raised her hand, her long sleeves fluttering, her fingertips glowing, "He is there, he has always been waiting for you, and has never left."

Lin Qingyue looked in the direction her master pointed, and saw above the sea of clouds, the majestic Yun Gong piercing through the clouds and standing in front of her eyes.

By the carved window on the highest floor, a man was as white as snow, untainted by dust, his clear and handsome eyebrows and eyes condensed with faint sadness.

When the cold gaze passed through layers of clouds and fell on her, that melancholy turned into a gentle, shallow smile.

When the smile spread, the gray sea of clouds dispersed without wind, the haze faded, and the spring light was as bright as if washed.

"A Zhuo..."

She murmured, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

"A Zhuo..." she murmured, and the tears had already slipped away quietly.

The surrounding scenery rotated suddenly, and between the interlacing light and shadow, she was already standing in the Yun Gong main hall, and when she looked up, she saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night.

A Zhuo was standing by the window, seemingly looking at something, until he heard her voice, and suddenly turned around.

There was joy on his face, and also surprise.

He looked at the surrounding scenery in surprise and whispered to himself: "Are we here again? Is this a dream, or is it real?"

When his gaze finally fell on Lin Qingyue, he called out cautiously: "Yueyue..."

Lin Qingyue's eyebrows frowned imperceptibly: "You call me Yueyue? But in the past, didn't you always call me Your Majesty?"

The man in white in front of her was dazed for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and changed his words: "Your Majesty."