(11)
It is a very dangerous thing to be held up to the altar and regarded as a saint for no reason. It seems to tell you what talents and abilities you really have, but in fact it is confusing the truth with falsehood and confusing the public.
No matter what era we live in, there seems to be a philosophy of life that is regarded as truth - move forward to higher power and more wealth! Surrender to prestige, be willing to be a slave of desire, and be willing to sacrifice your life at all costs for this.
No matter who you are? What's your origin? What's the past?
Get these and you get everything! There will be good names and praises, there will be immortality, there will be men and women, what else do you need?
"Yeah, what else do I need?"
That night, after leaving the sacred tree and the holy land, Bai Feng and Murong Yan returned to the inn to rest.
The young man rarely threw his sword aside, and then his whole body collapsed, lying down on the carved wooden bed without warning, even forgetting to close the window.
His hair was disheveled, and he looked sideways at the dark sky outside the window. The clouds were surrounded by moonlight, and a little cold light shone in from time to time. He looked up and suddenly felt the hairs on his back trembling.
"Oracle?" Bai Feng sat up from the bed and said to himself.
He paused for a moment, then stood up and rushed outside, knocked on Murong Yan's door, and called out repeatedly: "Yan'er, Yan'er, I suddenly figured out something!"
But after a moment, the sound of Murong Yan's bare feet on the floor slowly came. After answering the door, she also replied: "Brother Feng, I know you won't sleep well tonight, come in..."
The two entered the house and found an open space to sit down. Bai Feng immediately asked: "Yan'er, do you remember what senior Yuan Feng told us about Master's deeds?"
"Well, I remember clearly that your master, Gao Zhen, is the descendant of the Bohai Gao family." Murong Yan said, "Why did you suddenly mention this matter? Could it be that it has something to do with what we are encountering now?"
"Haha..." Bai Feng said with a smile: "I just thought of something interesting - 'Lone Star Fate', maybe it's just a lie, just like they call me 'Oracle' now."
Murong Yan responded: "How do you interpret this?"
"What Dugu Qi and the others really want is you, Yan'er. They want you to go back and take charge of the overall situation again. As for the Oracle thing, it's just nonsense." Bai Feng continued to explain: "I thought that Dugu Qi must be right. She knows the legend of Xianbei very well, and she knows very well that those with the 'bloodline of witches' will definitely meet a 'destined person' to fulfill their destiny in this life."
After Bai Feng finished speaking, he looked at Murong Yan again, held her hand affectionately, and asked: "These are what you said when we first met, right?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect that you remember it better than me." Murong Yan showed a little timidity, nodded and smiled.
"Master has been troubled by that destiny all his life, but when he was dying, he said to me, 'Nothing in this world is fixed, including the present and the future.' I think it was at that time that Master was finally willing to let go. I have eliminated the burden in my heart - because my existence is enough to prove that he is not a 'lone star'."
"Then why does Senior Dugu respect you as an oracle?" Murong Yan said: "No way, she really wants to find you as her 'son-in-law'!"
Bai Feng smiled helplessly, shook her head, and said, "I guess Dugu Qi has done this to any stranger who knows her past life. This is her way of communicating with Yuyi Town's secret agents, and she can also take advantage of this opportunity." Looking for the miko, or the saint..."
"Disgusting! I don't want to be a saint." Murong Yan snorted, broke away from the other party's caress with disdain, and replied: "I'm just a little girl, I just want to be with you, and do more with you. More good things!”
After Bai Feng heard this, he recalled what he had been thinking when he just left the Holy Land, and he finally knew the answer.
"I don't like being an oracle either. Rather than living in a cave and living an ignoble existence, I want to see what else I can accomplish."
This night, the cold moon was in the sky, but in this small house, there was a beautiful couple talking to each other about love all night long, warming each other like clouds. They sat on the ground leaning against the wooden wall and slept in each other's arms.
The next day, when the daylight illuminated the hall, the two of them were awakened by the noise outside the inn. They said good morning to each other for a moment, and Thorny Gate broke in from outside the house without shouting, shouting that it was bad.
"Senior brother, senior sister, they, they are all here!"
"Who is it?" Bai Feng and Murong Yan took half a step away from each other, and then said in unison with fear: "Who is outside?"
"It's the 'Holy Lady', and the red ghost... and a large number of pilgrims, they are all waiting outside!" Jingjia was out of breath as he spoke, as if he had just been running back and forth outside for several days. Again and again: "How about we run away secretly?"
Bai Feng decisively refused: "No, the matter has not been completed, how can we escape?"
"Yes, there is still this last position, we have to take it no matter what!" Murong Yan and Bai Feng looked at each other and replied in a tacit understanding: "Let's go out together."
"Yan'er, have you really thought about it?"
"Well, once things are settled, we'll leave immediately!"
After that, the three of them walked out of the inn one after another, and what followed was the cheers of the common people like a tsunami.
"Is this the new Lady Saint?"
"No matter how you look at it, she looks like a neighbor's girl?"
"Where did the last saint lady go?"
It was the first time that Murong Yan saw so many people caring about her enthusiastically. She felt a little embarrassed, and she unconsciously hid behind Bai Feng.
However, after a while, the red ghost came forward to greet him personally. She continued to use her dry and ugly voice and said, "Holy Lady, please come with us back to the Holy Land and continue our pilgrimage on a new day. Would you like to pray?"
"But, I...I don't know what to do." Murong Yan wanted to refuse, but she also stepped forward to help Dugu Qi's thin body, and then asked: "Holy... Holy aunt, I'm just a little girl , I don’t know how to lead everyone.”
"Sir, please relax. I will teach you these things in my future." Dugu Qi extended his palm and invited Murong Yan to the float again: "Sir, please move to the float."
Murong Yan briefly made eye contact with Bai Feng and Jingji, taking it as a temporary farewell, and then put her hand on Dugu Qi's palm, acquiescing to the other party's request.
"Oracle, you have to come together. No matter how unwilling you are to accept it, you are destined to be the leader of the Xianbei people." Dugu Qi tried his best to give Bai Feng advice, but when facing Murong Yan, it was more of a plea. The difference in treatment made Bai Feng confirm his previous conclusion.
Bai Feng responded silently, watching the two of them walk to the parade float, then suddenly pretended to have changed her mind and said to Jing Jing: "A Jing, please remember to blend in with the pilgrims and follow along."
After that, the young swordsman straightened his clothes, walked into the saint's incense car in full view of everyone, and accepted the admiration of the pilgrims together with the others.
