Chapter 42: A Reappearance

The sudden dizziness was not because I was about to faint or anything else, but because of the sudden pain in my soul. The pain was so intense that I felt dizzy while walking.

This kind of intense pain was not unfamiliar to me, because I had experienced it once before by the deep pool. I still remember that during the intense pain, I seemed to have seen some inexplicable hallucinations.

I didn’t know why this happened. I suddenly bent over. Even so, I felt that my body was not strong enough to support me standing up. I fell to the ground with a thud, but I still subconsciously called out, “Master…”

The pain made my vision blurry, and I saw my master turn around… Then, my consciousness was blurred by the pain, and I couldn’t make out anything.

Once again, I felt that I was in an unfamiliar environment. I seemed to be standing outside a building similar to an ancient academy. As far as I could see, there was a green mountain. I vaguely knew that I seemed to be in a building halfway up the mountain.

The lingering sound of the bell was still ringing in my ears, and I realized that I had just finished the morning ritual.

I felt that this place, which resembled an ancient academy, had a special charm, different from the modern Taoist temples. It was a place for simple living and cultivation, where the Three Pristine Ones were specially enshrined in clay figurines, or other immortals…

As for why I knew all this, I didn’t think about it too much. I just felt that the air here was a little chilly, but it was full of a strange spiritual feeling.

I really wanted to go to the Taoist temple that looked like a college, but I found that my body was not under my control. I just stood in front of the college for a while, and then I started walking.

All I could see was that it was a fresh morning, with a light mist… the reddish glow of the east, and the air already smelling of sunlight.

The mountain road meanders and twists, and I walk in a green robe, and with each turn of the mountain road, the scenery is different… Sometimes it is a steep and dangerous peak, sometimes it is a babbling brook, sometimes it is a waterfall, and sometimes it is a mixture of clouds and mist, as if a crane is flying over, making people’s eyes unable to take enough.

I thought to myself that this is the kind of landscape that China should have, with mountains and rivers that are both beautiful and spiritual. The ancient Chinese-style buildings on the mountainside really complement these landscapes. I actually don’t understand why the Chinese would give up ancient-style architecture. I think that’s the taste of China.

Is this a fairyland? The more I walked, the more I realized how much I longed for this place… However, the person walking was very calm and said it was just ordinary.

I didn’t know how long I would have to walk until I finally stopped after walking for about half an hour.

It was a valley with flat land, green grass, a clear stream running through it, and a lush tree that looked full of spiritual energy on the entire lawn… It was a very fresh and elegant place, and I stayed here and thought about it.

I had no idea what I was thinking about, because I was completely incapable of understanding it… From the incredibly fast speed of my thoughts, I could roughly tell that it was a profound Taoist technique, but that was all.

What the hell? I thought to myself, and my body moved. The steps were fluid and graceful, and there was not the slightest hint of awkwardness in my movements. I was so stupid that I could sense that I was stepping on the steps, but I just didn’t expect the steps to be so chic and have a strange rhythm.

In fact, personally, I always thought that the movements of the step-gong were very similar to the movements of a Daoist priest dancing a ritual dance. Perhaps this is why people think that Daoist priests dance a ritual dance when they mention Daoist priests. I don’t want to say that the ritual dance is a witch’s art.

But I quickly stopped thinking about it, because as the steps progressed, I, as a Taoist disciple, was quickly drawn into the profound steps, immersed in them. Although I didn’t know what kind of magic the steps were, just feeling the rhythm of the steps made me feel that I had benefited greatly.

“Hmm…” Just as I sensed that the step was about to reach an extreme and was about to explode, causing the magic to be activated, “I” suddenly stopped and fell into some kind of thought again.

This made me very anxious. It was like building a house. I had already built it all, and was just waiting for the paint to dry so that I could see a brand new house, but suddenly it stopped. Can this feeling of being on strike make people feel comfortable?

So this time, when I was thinking, I was also quiet, even though I didn’t understand it, and I was completely immersed in the magic, just waiting for a result.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice until a slight ‘huh’ sounded behind me, and I suddenly snapped back to reality.

I remember the fog spreading again… In the fog, a figure sauntered towards me, dressed in a white robe and a white skirt, with a veil covering her face, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, full of curiosity, and it seemed that she didn’t want to hide this emotion.

Is it her?! At the moment we locked eyes, I remembered those eyes because I remembered that scene, which I thought was an illusion. Those eyes, so sad and desperate, were not the eyes of the person I was looking at?

Only now she is full of curiosity, and this emotion makes her eyes seem even cleaner. Because only children will not hide their emotions, but the person who came was obviously not a child. This time I saw clearly that she was a woman.

This sudden realization made me want to exclaim, “Didn’t you want to fight magic last time? Why are you here on this lawn full of curiosity this time? I felt like I had a lot to say. I had a natural affinity for this woman, but I frowned slightly in impatience. My emotions were obviously dissatisfied that the thought magic was interrupted.

But despite my displeasure, I did not forget my manners. It seemed that I could tell that the person who came was not a “bad” person, so I nodded and bowed, but I did it very well.

But the visitor did not return the courtesy, instead continuing to look at me curiously. She seemed to ignore the etiquette, and suddenly said, “Judging by your attire, you should be a boy from the Taoist temple over there. Why are you here? This is our place.”

She was also very direct in her speech, without any unnecessary politeness… It felt like she was asking whatever came to her mind, but one could feel that she had no ill intent, and that she was simply expressing her curiosity.

I, however, frowned slightly imperceptibly and then said calmly, “I don’t know if I’ve offended you, but I’ll leave now.”

“Hey, but you haven’t answered me yet. What are you doing here?” The person seemed to be relentless, always wanting to know the answer to the question before giving up.

But I didn’t really want to answer, and I felt that if I turned around and left, it would be a loss of face. I could only bear with my patience and say, “I am a young boy under the constellation of Tianyi. I came here because it is quiet here, and I won’t be disturbed too much by practicing Taoism and martial arts. But I didn’t expect to accidentally step into the territory of Cixin Zhai. I will retreat now.”

After saying this, I felt a sense of relief, hurriedly bowed, and turned to leave, but heard a burst of laughter behind me.

I don’t know why, but I let out a sigh. In this dreamlike scene, I seemed to hear something called entanglement spreading from this laugh. If I didn’t want this entanglement to spread, I subconsciously felt that I should step away quickly.

But I didn’t expect that the usually calm and indifferent me would be slightly annoyed, and I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and asked in a slightly agitated tone, “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing at you. I just asked you what you were doing here, but you even told me who you were and who you were sitting with. Do you think that’s funny? I’m just saying, the Taoist disciples in this mountain are all serious and strict, and they move in a very formal way. How could they run into someone else’s territory? It seems that you really don’t know, and you’re like a cold stone.” When the girl said this, her eyes really narrowed, and her eyes were full of happy light, pure and without a trace of anything else.

“Then it’s a stone.” I was unmoved, but for some reason, the girl’s words stirred up a little emotion in me, even if it was just a little irritation.

“Oh, are you angry? That’s funny… Since you’re so honest, I’ll tell you too. My name is Wei Chaoyu, a disciple of the Lotus Master of the Cixin Zhai… Will you come back here again, Little Stone?” Her eyes were still smiling, and her happiness was still so direct.

I don’t know why, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and my breathing became difficult.

My name is Wei Chaoyu… My name is Wei Chaoyu… Will you come here again? Will you come here again?

It seemed that these were the only words that kept repeating in my ears, and then my eyes began to shatter. And the voice of my master began to appear in my ears: “Chengyi, Chengyi…”