Chapter 141 – How will you wear it?

Good shit.

Jiang Luo almost couldn’t resist rolling his eyes.

Whether the metaphysical world is destroyed or exists is none of Jiang Luo’s business.

Beyond the snicker, Jiang Luo keenly catches the wrongness of the fatalist.

The “he” that the fatalist speaks of is no one other than Chi You Jiang Luo.

But beyond this, what pleased Jiang Luo even more was the tone of the predestined man’s voice. His words to Jiang Luo have an indefinable rhythm, like divine, heavenly words. Distant, mysterious and firm, one is tempted to accept his words as truth and to listen to his meaning.

The familiarity is exactly the same as that of the man behind the curtain in the mirror world.

Jiang Luo’s eyes darkened and then returned to their original state.

Jiang Luo has always kept the man behind the mirror world in mind.

No one likes it when the past is brought back to life in a big way, when the people behind the curtain know what Jiang Luo has been through in the present and replicate it in the mirror world. The most sordid and shameful memories are seen by others, and this is what makes Jiang Luo’s anger rise.

From the Mirror World to the present, the Fates have been tempting Jiang Luo to see the evil nature of Chi You, tempting him to kill Chi You. Jiang Luo does want to kill Chi You, to conquer the evil spirits and make them prostrate themselves at his feet in defeat, but he is extremely disgusted that someone else is controlling him to do so.

He does what he likes and hates being tied down and manipulated.

What the hell are you, trying to come and bait me?

With old grudges added to new ones, the predestined man managed to rise to the top, becoming the person Jiang Luo would most like to get rid of.

Jiang Luo’s heart rippled and his face froze as he looked at the predestined man, as if he had lost his own mind.

The Fates took his hand and led Jiang Luo up from Xiaoquan Pond and slowly walked outside.

Jiang Luo’s clothes are soaked through and the water slides down his trouser legs, but he feels no chill. The fatalist leads him away from the path, the landscape around him changing dramatically with every step he takes.

The rivers and mountains skim past them.

Jiang Luo saw a vision flashing on both sides of the road.

From the search for caves by primitive people during the primitive hunting period, to the He Tu Luo Shu, to the birth of the eight trigrams of the first and second heaven. From royal architecture to the feng shui of tombs, from astronomical calendars to agricultural meteorology. The predecessors in the world of metaphysics have experienced life and death, generation after generation, from the smallest look at the architecture of houses to the fortunes of families and nations. The twinkling stars shifted and millions of starlight replaced the prevailing sun, abruptly unfolding above Jiang Luo’s head.

Jiang Luo looks up at the sky.

The stars merge into Taiji, and with a slight movement of silver light, the stars change again into the eight trigrams.

Heaven, earth, thunder and wind.

Fire, water, mountain and zephyr.

The ever-changing stars are dazzling to the eye.

The scene was so powerful that Jiang Luo’s neck ached as he watched it, and he withdrew his head to look at the ground, only to find himself suddenly standing in the middle of a snowy mountain.

The pounding snow blew through his hair as Jiang Luo looked in the direction of the Fatalist, who was still leading him forward. The two men’s feet leave a thin trail of footprints in the snow, and the next step they take, the snowy mountain scenery fades away and hot lava pours in with sparks of fire.

They reached the depths of the volcano.

Jiang Luo’s eyes closed as the searing red flames pounced fiercely, and the predestined man took him on a dive into the lava, dropping abruptly into the deep blue sea.

In just a few moments, Jiang Luo has seen the wonders and excitement of the world, both north and south.

Finally, the predestined man led him to stand under the aurora, looked back at him and whispered, “Wouldn’t it be a shame if these were destroyed?”

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Luo found himself in Xiaoquan Pond.

The Fated One stood by the pool and spoke, “It’s almost time for you to come out.”

Jiang Luo paused somewhat in a trance and slowly stepped out of the spring pool and changed into new clothes. and the predestined man walked back.

What kind of tactics did the Fatalist just use?

Is that still something that one person can do?

Jiang Luo’s brain was swollen, like a computer hardwired with too much information, too stuck to turn over. Jiang Luo’s mind is a little dizzy as the words of the Fates ring out in his head over and over again, annoying Jiang Luo to the point of gritting his teeth in resistance.

“Only by destroying sin will all be at peace.”

“You are the only one who can end the disaster.”

“Only you, can kill him.”

Don’t say it.

Shut up.

The fatalist suddenly turned back to the dark-haired youth stumbling behind him.

The dark-haired young man’s eyes were listless as he hastily held onto the trunk of a tree. His face is covered in a thin layer of sweat, beneath which his cheeks are slightly red from the hot water.

The lustrous brow furrowed in distress, like a foggy layer of snowflakes.

The Fatalist looked at him quietly and turned back towards him.

Jiang Luo noticed his approach and looked at him with a weakness that increased.

The glance is clear and faint, the fluctuations in the eyes are indistinct. But beneath the ethereal shell of immortality, a few ghostly sludge darknesses lurked beneath. An emotion darted through the Fate’s eyes and he sighed lightly, lifting his hand to gently touch Jiang Luo’s ear, “Meditate.”

The noise gradually stops.

Jiang Luo rubbed the corner of his forehead in feigned discomfort, “The Fatalist ……”

The Fatalist said, “It’s time for you to go back.”

*

Jiang Luo arrived back at his place with a bellyful of questions and was caught by Lu Youyi, who had been waiting for him.

Just in time for lunch, Lu Youyi dragged him to the dining room, “Jiang Luo, are you feeling better?”

Jiang Luo nodded lightly, “Yes.”

Lu Youyi felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong, so he thought he didn’t want to talk because his throat was uncomfortable and gave him a bowl of congee, “Drink more of this congee, it’s good for your health.”

Jiang Luo wanted to laugh, but held back.

There were a few more people at the table and the conversation became chattering. Lian Xue buried her head in her meal and sighed when she heard Zhuo Zhongqiu ask her about Lian Bing’s injuries, “My senior brother is not badly injured, but those university students are still unconscious all the time, their souls are dead in the mirror, and they are probably going to live in a vegetative state from now on.”

“There’s nothing else Uncle Shifu can do, he’s going to try harder and that’s all he can do if he really can’t save it.”

Jiang Luo suddenly asked, “They haven’t gone back yet, haven’t their families come?”

“I don’t think they’ve found out that something has happened to them yet,” Lian Xue said, “Li Xiao said they often go out on winter holidays to pick up the weather, and the family is used to it.”

The Fates are behind the mirror world, so Duan Zi, who took it upon himself to get them to look in the mirror at 12 midnight, is suspicious.

Jiang Luo did not believe it was a coincidence, and felt that he needed to take another look at Duan Zi and the others.

After lunch, Jiang Luo told Wen Renlian to get out of the area as soon as possible.

He didn’t want these people involved in all this, and with familiar people around, Jiang Luo wasn’t in a good position to spike the drama.

Wen Renlian did not force them to stay, and when Master Wei He knew they were leaving, he sent Disciples to lead them down the mountain.

Before leaving, several people repeatedly instructed, “Don’t forget the time of our court hearing.”

Jiang Luo nodded his head and kept them out the door.

It was only when their backs disappeared that Jiang Luo went back to his room to catch up on his night’s sleep.

*

In the evening, two unusual guests arrived at the “No Ordinary Thoughts”.

Disciples led the stern expression of the Heavenly Master and the funeral shop owner to the quiet room, where Feng Li and Daoist Master Wei He spoke a few words before running out of patience and standing up, “Where is he? I’ll go and see him.”

Feng Li walked out without being led by anyone else.

Looking at the Master’s cold, handsome face, Taoist Master Wei He smiled, “He’s not in a good mood, is he?”

“Where have you seen him come back here with a happy face?” The funeral shop owner returned slowly, “Forget the Lian family down the hill, Feng Li, if there is a most annoying place, seventy to eighty percent of it is this hilltop of yours. Ever since he found out that his apprentice was also taken by you to the top of the mountain, his face has been so dark that it’s scary.”

Wei He the Taoist priest muttered, “Was it I who had to let his apprentice on the mountain then? Didn’t I also ……”

The rest of his words were swallowed in his stomach and the funeral shop owner pretended not to hear them. He turned to ask, “Is there anyone else coming up the mountain these days?”

” Zhuo Zhengyu his daughter went up the mountain with some of her classmates and stayed here for the night before leaving,” Taoist Master Wei He said distractedly, “The others? No one else.”

The funeral shop owner was slightly relieved.

It looks like it delivered what he gave.

*

Jiang Luo was still asleep when Feng Li arrived.

He stood by the bed and watched Jiang Luo for a while, seeing that he was unharmed, and then prepared to leave. But before he left, Feng Li noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Luo.

His face was burning red and his lips were dry. His thin eyelids were tightly closed, his dark hair snaked around his neck, the heat burned all the way to his ears, and the youth looked miserable as he hugged the covers and breathed heavily.

Feng Li hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to Jiang Luo’s forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

He withdrew his hand, looked around, took the towel off to one side, stepped out and soaked it in cool water, and folded it over Jiang Luo’s head.

But after a short while, the heat on Jiang Luo’s face did not ease, but was so hot that the cold towel was steaming. Feng Li’s eyebrows knitted together and he stared at Jiang Luo for a long time before walking out of the door.

Jiang Luo’s mouth was dry from his sleep and when he opened his eyes, the whole house was dark.

It was probably past dinner time when Jiang Luo turned around lazily, but suddenly stiffened.

A tall figure stood at the foot of the bed at some point, and when he woke up, this man held something to Jiang Luo’s lips, “Eat it.”

It’s Feng Li’s voice.

Jiang Luo hesitated for a moment, “Sir?”

Feng Li takes a step forward, the sharp contours of his face faintly visible in the darkness. Something jumped from his arms onto Jiang Luo’s body, “whimpering”.

Jiang Luo thought it looked familiar, so he grabbed it in the dark and saw that it was a ginseng doll wearing a red bib.

The ginseng doll cried miserably, yellow teardrops rolling down from its eyes like pearls, and it grabbed Jiang Luo’s arm, crying and pouting, “Daddy.”

The ginseng spirit was missing a distinctive whisker from its head, and Jiang Luo realised what Feng Li had given him to eat. He turned his head and saw that it was a ginseng whisker.

Jiang Luo ate it without hesitation and with his head down.

The hot nostrils of Feng Li’s palm are showered on him, but in a second Jiang Luo backs away.

Feng Li withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers over his palm, his expression faint, “You’re sick.”

Jiang Luo wondered if he could borrow the excuse of being sick to get Feng Li to take him down the mountain, but after considering that the ginseng spirits were all here, it was obvious that this excuse would not be met. He then continued to pretend and smiled indifferently, “Sickness is just a grind for my disciple, I am fine, don’t worry sir.”

Feng Li noticed something was wrong with him and his voice turned cold, “How many times have you soaked in Xiaoquan Pond’s water?”

“Twice,” Jiang Luo said, “for an hour each time, and the lodger dripped blood into it.”

Feng Li’s aura was even more intimidating as he abruptly turned away and walked out the door with large strides, looking back at Jiang Luo before he left, “Come here.”

Jiang Luo rolled out of bed and followed not far behind him with the ginseng essence.

He could see that Feng Li was going to get into trouble, and his bad intentions were bubbling over as he watched the show, wanting Feng Li to go and fight the predestined.

But will Feng Li be able to beat the Fatalist?

The ginseng spirit was lying in Jiang Luo’s arms, and when no one coaxed it, it finally stopped shedding tears and grabbed Jiang Luo’s clothes and tried to climb up the stairs, and Jiang Luo didn’t stop it.

He whispered curtly in Jiang Luo’s ear, “Daddy, are you still uncomfortable?”

Jiang Luo was not actually sick, but just a little tired from the massive blood loss after slitting his wrists and a whole night of erotic dreams. He had lost so much blood that even though ginseng essence was a great tonic, it could not replenish his blood in an instant. Jiang Luo was much better, but not completely healed.

But the cut on my wrist is starting to itch, and it should be scabbing over and coming off soon.

It’s a good thing, too, that Jiang Luo has been nursing this wound in his daydreams for the past two days. On the one hand, he didn’t want the Fates to find out that he was awake, and on the other hand, it was a testament to Jiang Luo’s current weakness that he didn’t want to show it to anyone at all.

Even as he lay on the podium in his dream, he was still wearing his own upper body clothes, protected to death at the wrists.

Jiang Luo wanted to take one more bite of the ginseng essence, but he was afraid that it would be too much for his health, so he could only look at it with regret, “Fine, why?”

The little ginseng didn’t have the slightest idea that its dad was even trying to bite it; it hemmed and hawed and urged, “Open your mouth, dad.”

Jiang Luo glanced at it lazily, “Why should I open my mouth?”

The little ginseng carefully lifted up her red bib and made a gesture of wringing her clothes, “I was so careful when I cried just now, my tears got all over my bib, I wrung out water for you to drink, the medicine can be useful.”

Jiang Luo : “……”

The little ginseng said proudly, “Daddy, the tears I cry out are more useful than my whiskers. If you think it’s good, can you ask your master to stop plucking my whiskers in the future and use my tears instead?”

When Jiang Luo didn’t move, he got anxious, “It’s really useful, even 70 or 80 year olds can grow black hair after drinking it.”

“…… wringing tears into my hair.” Jiang Luo .

It is late in the day, but it is actually only a little after six. Even at the top of the mountain, where there is no entertainment, no one is going to sleep here.

Feng Li had been leading Jiang Luo to Daoist Master Wei He.

The funeral shop owner was still chattering with Wei He Daoist, when he saw the two of them coming he froze. Feng Li’s expression was deep and his breath was low, “Where is he?”

He didn’t say who this ‘he’ was, but the two men he asked knew who it was. Taoist Master Wei He coughed and looked at Jiang Luo, “He doesn’t live here.”

Feng Li’s tone was even colder, “Where does he live?”

Wei He stammered, unable to give an answer.

Jiang Luo listened to the conversation between the two of them and felt that the funeral shop owner was watching him carefully. He thought of the earrings and his heart fluttered, and his face was even more breezy as he looked back without any emotion.

The funeral shop owner was appalled and shocked at Jiang Luo’s obviously washed-out appearance. He raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Luo, “You, you, you…”

How Jiang Luo became like this!

Seeing Feng Li and Daoist Wei He both looking at him, the funeral shop owner hurriedly said, ” Feng Li, how did your disciple become like this! It looks worse than if you had been soaked by Xiaoquan Pond.”

Feng Li sneered, “You’ll have to ask him then.”

Taoist Master Wei He sighed and said in a roundabout way, “Your disciple hasn’t eaten yet, has he? Come on, come on, let’s go eat and have a little wine, don’t scare the children.”

Feng Li, however, does not move.

Taoist Master Wei He advised, “Master Tian, you cannot find him even if you look for him now.”

Feng Li finally turned his head and looked at Jiang Luo , “Hungry?”

Jiang Luo nodded his head.

Feng Li’s anger eased a little as he glanced coldly at Taoist Master Wei He, “Lead the way.”

Wei He knew in his heart that he was being angered, he laughed bitterly and led the way out the door, “Let’s go, let’s go and have a drink.”

Jiang Luo deliberately lags behind and, as luck would have it, the funeral shop owner walks on and comes up beside him again.

The undertaker looked carefully at Jiang Luo’s expression again, and as he watched, his features wrinkled together into a bitter face.

” Jiang Luo ?” He called out tentatively, “Do you still want to learn psionics now?”

Jiang Luo smiled calmly, “These are all extraneous things, it’s the same whether you learn them or not.

The funeral shop owner’s heart was even colder, and remembering Jiang Luo’s obsession with the Yin Yang Ring in the past, he hurriedly said, “Where is the Yin Yang Ring, do you still like the Yin Yang Ring?”

Jiang Luo paused, raised his right hand and said, “Is this what you’re talking about?”

The funeral shop owner nodded his head repeatedly.

Jiang Luo made a gesture to remove the yin and yang rings, “They make no difference to me, so if you like them, I’ll give them to you.”

Funeral shop owner: “…… No need, no need.”

Thoroughly convinced that Jiang Luo was washed up and delirious, he sighed for a long time, “Didn’t you get the dementor pendant I sent you?”

Jiang Luo pulled the dangling earrings out of his pocket, “A demented pendant? Is that it?”

The funeral shop owner’s eyes lit up, “Why don’t you put it on?”

Jiang Luo asks rhetorically, “Why should I wear it?”

The undertaker was anxious, “It’s good for you to wear it.”

Jiang Luo smiled softly, “I’m fine now.”

He is just too soft and oily now. It’s not like the funeral shop owner can just say that this will keep you out of the pool water at Tianbi Pond, because Jiang Luo is already under the influence.

The funeral shop owner was so worried that he gritted his teeth, “Tell me, how will you wear it?”