"Since you have a clear conscience, why are you afraid that I will punish you?"
"But how can I let my master's reputation be implicated like this..."
In Qingya's heart, Liu Bailu is the most flawless flower in the world. He longs to stay by her side and accompany her through the vicissitudes of life. For this reason, he did not want everything about his master to be contaminated by a speck of dust, even if that speck of dust was himself.
"Silly boy, do you know how long a thousand years is? It is enough to destroy the most glorious dynasty, and it is enough to erase the traces of gods from this world."
As Liu Bailu said, these thousand years have been the years with the least records of gods and demons since the birth of mankind. It seems that after that war, all walks of life gave up exploring the human world. These thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are changing from an era ruled by gods to an era ruled by men. No matter what the future holds, the fate of mankind is ultimately in the hands of mankind itself.
And all living beings will have their memories blurred by the erosion of time. Reality will become legends in songs and fictitious myths from generation to generation. Until thousands of years later, humans will regard them as the unconstrained imagination of the ancients. Imagine…
By then, will there still be monks in the world? Who will remember the name that once resounded across the sky?
"So, you don't need to worry. If it weren't for the goddess today, I wouldn't be able to tell where the souls around you come from. If you don't tell me, and if I don't tell, no one will know. Or are you tired of my nagging? Don’t you want me to be your protector anymore?”
Qingya half-knelt in front of Liu Bailu, like a devout believer in a god. The goddess in front of him stretched out her right hand to her and issued a gentle invitation.
"The road to the world is long, so master and disciple should be of the same mind and go together and return together."
…
The vast wilderness has no shores and no boundaries. The three of them are like boats floating on the vast sea, looking for the way to the world.
At this moment, Qingya is walking through the rolling sand dunes. It is different from the previous desolation. Here, the wind hides the seeds of plants in the withered seabuckthorn and takes them to migrate to unknown distances. After many years, the yellow sand will meet again. A new oasis is born.
Under the sky, the snow-covered mountains stand towering, overlooking the rolling yellow sand at your feet. The world in front of you is overlapping with three colors. The yellow sand, green trees, and white snow are clearly layered. Even the most skilled painter in the world cannot depict nature here. The uncanny workmanship.
Falling snowflakes slapped on Qingya's face. After approaching the snow-capped mountains, the surrounding temperature continued to drop. However, walking side by side with Qingya was the god of light and heat. No matter how cold the air eroded, Qingya still felt like a spring breeze. .
"Is this temperature okay? Is it too hot?"
The goddess asked in a low voice how Qing Ya felt. Now she had completely let go of the sense of distance from the gods, and instead followed Qing Ya cautiously like a weak maid.
"You are definitely the kindest god I have ever seen, although I have only met you as a god so far."
"The concubine listened to the master's words, but she didn't seem to listen."
The goddess covered her face and smiled softly, just like the warm sunshine in spring.
"Actually, there is no difference between gods and humans. Human beings with bones, immortals, gods and monsters are just ordinary living beings. After all, they cannot escape the cycle of fate."
The goddess looked at the distant sky. The once great wasteland had been submerged in legends and turned into an unforgettable past. There was only a sad smile on her face.
"I will definitely send you home, trust me."
Looking at the determined young man in front of her, she just smiled and closed her eyes.
"Okay, I'll wait for that day to come."
The yellow sand gradually receded, and the three of them from Qingya walked into the rolling snow-capped mountains, walked through the wilderness, and crossed the desert. Where is the way home?
"Crack, click..."
In the silent snowfield, the sound of footsteps on the snow was particularly harsh. I don't know if it was the fear of the unknown or the fatigue caused by running around for too long, but Qingya's spirit seemed a little dazed.
It seemed as if something was about to jump out of my heart, and as Qingya went deeper, this palpitating feeling became more intense.
"Master, I seem to have been here before. Deep in the snow-capped mountains, something seems to be calling me over, but what kind of curse have I been subjected to?"
Qingya expressed his confusion to Liu Bailu, but Liu Bailu was a little surprised by this, "It seems that even if I don't come to Chang'an, you won't die. Let's go. What's waiting for you ahead?" Is it an opportunity or a curse?
Liu Bailu's light footsteps left footprints of varying depths on the snow. This was due to her chaotic thoughts filling her mind at this time, and thus she was unable to control her strength to move forward.
"In this way, whether I rushed to Chang'an that day was my own will or fate. Did the bond between our master and disciple come from our hearts, or was there someone who connected everything? Liu Bailu, Liu Bailu, who are you?"
At the end of the snowfield, a huge snow mountain stands in front of Qingya. In a world that no one has ever set foot on, there are man-made mountain roads that stretch upward.
Looking up, there seemed to be pavilions and pavilions looming among the layers of clouds and mist.
Walking up the majestic mountain road, the scene in front of me gradually reappeared in the memory of Qingya. The laurel tree wrapped in ice flowers tremblingly dropped a tree of snowflakes, and the high and low bushes were sparsely scattered. The ground, even the squirrels lying on the branches and the snowshoe rabbits running in the forest are all so familiar. They are all carved from ice and snow. Someone has given the lifeless ice cubes the most vivid vitality.
At this point, Qingya finally understood that the scene here was so familiar, because he had indeed been to this place. This was the dream world that he entered in order to awaken Hua Qing'er in the Daming Palace.
That time, I just passed by here, and a series of weird surprises happened that made Qingya's hair stand on end. When Qingya woke up from the dream, he had gradually forgotten its existence and regarded it as a dream. I wish to remember again.
But now, the scene in the dream appeared in front of him again. Is he awake now or has he fallen into a dream?
"Master, am I awake or dreaming now? Why are we coming to the world we once dreamed of?"
Qing Ya's voice was a little panicked. Liu Bailu held his right hand and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "A hundred dreams can form thousands of worlds by themselves. Dreams can be mapped into reality through consciousness. I think this should be I don’t know who left this world of consciousness, don’t be afraid, as Master is here, nothing can hurt you.”
"Master Qingya, I will always be by your side."
The goddess also held Qing Ya's left hand, and her skin felt comfortable warmth, dissipating the tension in Qing Ya's heart.
"This is the first time I've seen you like this. Where is this place? What did you see in your dream?"
"This place is called Yuxu Palace, and an unknown being is buried here. The tombkeeper here is the nearly immortal Apostle of Styx."
