The Heavenly Dao is emotionless because it only requires one result.
If you have the ability to kill this great evil, even if it’s through persuasion to make it willingly commit suicide, that is your skill with words, it’s your talent.
The Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva can persuade the Ghost King to turn back from the abyss and recruit it under its command, that is the great supernatural power of Buddhism.
The dishes Yin Meng makes are so delicious that even evil spirits explode with delight.
Ideas can actually keep opening up, and then open up again.
The one under the peach trees, indeed has the qualification to become a wave, and moreover a great wave in the later stages; once it is stepped over, the journey to becoming the Dragon King is truly not far off.
Applying one’s "question setter" mentality is equivalent to only needing to solve all the previous problems, and then there’s a bonus question waiting ahead.
Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized that he had stripped away another layer of mystery from "walking the Jiang," making it become more mundane.
It: "What he was best at was stripping the enigmatic Jiang waters and the mysterious Heavenly Dao of any intrigue..."
The man begins to step back, withdrawing from the crowd, heading down from the dam.
Li Zhiyuan chased after him, stopping at the edge of the dam, watching the man walk step by step towards this pond in the dream, where in reality it is already a peach grove.
When the man’s figure submerged in the pond, it suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Li Zhiyuan.
At this moment, its face reverted to its original appearance.
With graying temples, both weathered and youthful, fitting the era’s aesthetic for men, gentle yet unrestrained and gallant.
However, its gaze seemed exceptionally deep, with a touch of confusion:
"Besides the one I gave you, have you read any other books by Wei Zhengdao..."
Li Zhiyuan: "If I get the chance, I would really like to read more of Wei Zhengdao’s books."
"Do you know why all his books are written on Buddha skin paper, that is, human skin..."
It reached out, pinched the flesh at its cheek, and gently pulled outward.
Its facade broke, revealing beneath a woman’s face, which was still wriggling, seemingly impatiently wanting to burst out.
It didn’t care, because it was already accustomed to it.
"He suspected that relentless desecration of the Heavenly Dao would eventually incur its true wrath..."
"Be cautious of the Heavenly Dao personally stripping away your human skin..."
It sank into the pond.
The dream also began to darken, a sign that it was about to end.
The villagers watching the funeral performers, including Panzi and Leizi, no longer cheered excitedly; the speakers started to lower the sound, and Little Huang Ying ceased dancing and singing, putting down the microphone in her hand.
This dream performance was about to end.
Li Zhiyuan turned around and walked back, pushing through the crowd and returning to the innermost part.
The sky was growing darker.
All the faces gradually became obscured.
Little Huang Ying stretched her hand towards Li Zhiyuan, wanting to touch this beautiful boy, who was clearly different from the other children in the village, just like she did one afternoon over a year ago.
Her hand rested on the young man’s face.
"Do you want to keep singing?"
Little Huang Ying hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded.
"Thank you for taking care of my Grandmaster."
Li Zhiyuan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
Instantly, the sky brightened again.
In the dream, everyone’s faces became clear once more, the cheers gradually rose from low to high, and the silence-filled environment returned to clamorous.
"Keep playing the music, keep dancing."
There’s no such thing in this world as reaping advantages without any cost; the wages the Grandmaster gave Little Huang Ying were clearly far from enough to compensate her for her efforts here.
So last night, Li Zhiyuan made up for those wages.
This also led to a significant mental exhaustion from maintaining the Yin walking state.
He awoke late in the morning, his mind still a bit foggy.
Yet even so, lying in bed, the first thing he did upon waking and opening his eyes was to turn his head to look at the bedside, the desk, the door, the chair.
The objects were all there, but the girl was not.
Fortunately, though the objects remained, the girl hadn’t flown far.
Getting out of bed, performing his morning routine, Li Zhiyuan descended downstairs.
Lin Shuyou had bought quite a lot of beverages yesterday as gifts, since they were his family’s things, he straightforwardly opened a box, took out a bottle, and drank a full can before breakfast.
The sugar intake made the young man’s mind feel somewhat better.
"Little Yuanhou, you’re awake, come, have breakfast."
"Grandma, where’s Grandmaster and the others?"
"The boss of a factory in the east, his father passed away, planning a grand ceremony, needing tables, chairs, bowls, and whatnot in large quantities, the whole house had to go over.
Your Grandmaster took Marquis Runsheng, Zhuangzhuang, and that classmate to deliver goods for them."
The happiest thing for Grandmaster is probably taking the family’s mules to deliver goods.
From one, then two, now three, this gives Grandmaster a sense of accomplishment in playing landlord rebuilding a family fortune.
Breakfast was porridge with pickled vegetables, and Cui Guiying peeled two salted eggs for Li Zhiyuan.
"Little Yuanhou, your Grandmaster and the others probably won’t come back for dinner tonight, why don’t you go to grandpa and grandma’s for dinner, okay?"
"Mm-hmm, that’s good, that’s good, quickly drink the porridge, don’t let it get cold."
While eating, Yin Meng returned.
"Good morning, Brother Yuan."
Cui Guiying, upon hearing such an address, just smiled, thinking it was a joking way to call out among young people, and turned to the kitchen to tidy up.
Li Zhiyuan asked, "Where did you wander off to?"
"Just casually strolling, breathing some fresh air, and catching some snakes, insects, and rats."