Chapter 92: Mysterious Guest in the Courtyard

Although my eyes could open, I could not speak. The god saw that I had opened my eyes, let go of my hand, stood up calmly, put his hands behind his back, and looked very satisfied.

“Chen Chengyi, who am I? In this world, I am God, the almighty God. Even if you want to die, you are not qualified.”

His voice struck my ears word by word, but I didn’t feel like talking to him. I didn’t think he was a god, and he really was nothing. He thought he was, but only in his own eyes. Could he stand in the eyes of others?

First, stand up for yourself. This god has never stood up for himself.

The words of the master still linger in my ears. In fact, he didn’t really want me to see anyone as a beggar. He was just telling me that you can see anyone as “naked.” Take away everything that surrounds him, and he is no different from you. In this way, you can naturally be at peace, neither humble nor arrogant, neither envious nor looking down, neither arguing nor confused.

“Take good care of him. I think in three days, this kid will be completely recovered. At that time, I will open the altar and do the ritual…” Seeing that I didn’t respond, the god was a little surprised, but more likely it was boring. He said this and left.

As soon as he left, the oppressive aura in the room disappeared. I had no urge to speak to him, but if I could have spoken to him, I would have told him that it had nothing to do with whether or not he was a god, and that it was my master who had saved me.

My magic tools were taken away, and the only things left were the tiger claws and the agarwood beads I had with me.

I can understand Wu Tian not taking them away, because he is already on the same level as my master, so these things naturally don’t matter to him.

As for this god, should he be more proud?

I don’t know him very well, but I can finally take a look at where I am.

It is a wooden house, and the whole room exudes a unique aroma of natural wood. Originally, such a house should be simple, with one or two finishing touches that can highlight the style of the entire room, but the owner of the room seems to have a different appreciation. Such a room has been made ‘gorgeous’ by him, and it exudes wealth everywhere.

For example, the paintings on the wall, which I think must have been painted by a famous artist, are hung in a row.

A room like this… I can hardly appreciate it. After looking at it for a while, I felt bored and then looked at the three people standing in the room.

These people were dressed in the same way as the people in the holy village, all wearing black Tang suits and cloaks that hid their faces. Even when they noticed my gaze on them, they didn’t seem to care at all. They just stood in the corner of the room, completely motionless.

There was no sign of life in these people, and just standing there, I could feel a sense of mechanical rigidity.

I thought of the so-called trackers. Could these people be them?

Anyway, everything here is a mystery to me now. I know that if I don’t explore it myself, I won’t know anything concrete just by imagining it. I might as well rest and recuperate, and plan everything after I’ve recovered. Since I’ve already come this far on my journey to find a master, there’s no rush.

I closed my eyes again and repeated the mantra in my mind, because the itch was coming back, and it was getting stronger and stronger. It was so strong that I felt like scratching it, but I also understood that the god was right. The reason for this reaction was that the wound was developing in a good direction. I was just restraining myself from scratching it.

No matter what the purpose of the gods is, I understand that if I can’t heal, everything is in vain. What can I do?

Before, in the blink of an eye, I saw my own situation clearly. Wherever my eyes fell, there was a layer of pale green ointment… Underneath the ointment, there was a lot of skin in a shocking state, as if it had been struck by lightning. I thought about it and realized that it was good that I could finally take off the thick bandages.

This can only mean one thing: the god who appeared to me the other day must have used some extremely effective and precious medicine on me, which is why I have recovered so quickly.

I was worried about Lingqing’s grandmother, because I was here with the gods, and Lingqing’s grandmother… However, I didn’t have that sad intuition, which should mean that Lingqing’s grandmother was fine. I believe that if something happened to someone important to me, my spiritual awareness would give me a little hint no matter what.

After reciting the mantra of meditation again and again, I gradually ignored the unbearable itchiness on my body and fell asleep again…

The days that followed were unremarkable, just eating, taking medicine, applying medicine, and recovering… I behaved with extraordinary peace and quiet. Since there was no rush, I used all the conditions that God had given me to recover.

It is worth mentioning that God also visited me several times during these boring days of recuperation. He was not concerned about anything else, and the only thing he was worried about was my recovery. I always felt that he was a little impatient.

Three days later.

My scar began to peel off, and I didn’t know what kind of medicine the God had used on me. The newly grown skin was a little whiter, but there was no sense of unevenness.

I was also able to move freely, of course, just walking around the room under the watchful eyes of the three black-clad men.

However, I don’t know if it’s because I’m on my own turf and the god is more at ease with me, so the three black-clad men would leave my room except when I needed their care during the day and after I went to sleep at night.

Whenever that happened, I would walk out of this “gorgeous” room and take a stroll outside, as if to familiarize myself with the surroundings.

The first time I went out, I was a little nervous, afraid that I would meet someone who was God’s spy. Later I realized that this worry was unnecessary.

The place I was in seemed to be a very large courtyard, with only one house. At night, apart from me, there was no one else in this large courtyard. It was so quiet that there was no sound at all, not even the chirping of birds or the buzzing of insects. It was like a painting that did not exist in reality, everything was still.

The courtyard was very large and gorgeous, with bamboo, gardens, mountains and rivers, and a long corridor… all arranged in a very orderly manner. However, on the first night I went out, I discovered that these arrangements, which seemed random, actually corresponded to a certain formation. At first glance, it seemed that there was no defense, but in fact the formation was very subtle. That night, I just walked around a few steps at random and found that I had walked in a small circle.

This made me feel uncertain. It’s a small thing to walk in a circle, but it’s a big thing to be able to make someone walk in a circle in a few steps.

I stood in the courtyard, not daring to move, and looked more carefully at the layout of everything in the courtyard. The more I looked, the more I felt that I could not see through the intricacies of the multiple formations, and I could not deduce the layout of these formations. After all, I am only a novice in formations, and my level is definitely not very good.

However, this courtyard is a compound formation, and I can see it no matter what. As for how many layers of compound formations there are and what kind of mechanisms are implied, I can’t know.

Therefore, this god is not confident at all. He really doesn’t need to send someone to guard me. He just has a courtyard that can “lock me up” here. This is probably how he thinks.

But how could I sit back and wait to die? Every night, I would go out and carefully analyze the formation outside the courtyard, trying to break it little by little. Now that I have no more urgency, I treat myself as if I have nothing to do and have time.

Although I am not a master of the formation, I have a solid foundation. As the saying goes, “a thousand changes do not depart from the original principle,” I will treat myself as if I am learning, and one day I will be able to break the formation.

So, five more days passed in this way, and everything was relatively calm, except that the god came to score more frequently. I felt that not only was his greediness on display, but also a hint of impatience.

This made me secretly vigilant, but outwardly I was even more unemotional.

That night, I went to the courtyard as usual after the black-clad men left, and once again began to deduce the formation in the courtyard… However, perhaps because I was too immersed in it, I didn’t notice that that night, the courtyard seemed to be a little different.

After several nights of careful deduction, I was able to move smoothly through the courtyard to the pond without taking any wrong steps or activating any traps.

In fact, the distance from the door to the pond is only 17 steps, but for me, these 17 steps are a huge improvement.

Standing at the edge of the pond, I leaned down and scooped up a handful of clear water to wash my face and clear my head, which was tired and heavy from being too engrossed in my work… But as soon as I splashed the water on my face, I heard a burst of applause. I looked up warily and couldn’t help but ask, “Who?”

Then I saw a figure standing in the moonlight not far from me on a rock in the pond, wearing a black robe that fit him perfectly, with long hair blowing gently in the night wind.

Who is this? I stood up calmly, appearing very calm on the surface, but my heart was extremely on guard.