Chapter 1443: The God Descending the Mountain
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Rustic wooden clay sculptures, solemn and dignified.
But on the face without features, there is a smiling face painted with ink, like a child's doodle, somewhat comical.
Zhao Wujing sighed and smiled, thinking of Xiaoxian from the distant Da Zhou Xian Dynasty.
小念夏也总爱涂涂画画。
Children's imagination is always colorful, imaginative, and innocent.
"This is a painting by my daughter, Zhang Guoguo. I scolded her at that time." After Zhang Xubai worships the god statue and sees Zhao Wujiang looking at the smiling face on the demon god statue, he sighs quietly and explains:
“张果果儿说，既然我们要拜，勒些老祖宗神像就应该笑。
先人为后辈子们付出了太多，想看到的，肯定不是我们哭噻，也不可能是我们跨起个批脸噻？
For the sake of laughter in the future, isn't that it?
So the ink on this demon god statue was not wiped off.
Don't you say (don't say), the incense worshippers really like this kind of demon god...
"It's quite good." Zhao Wujing's mouth naturally curved upwards, with a gentle smile on his face, as if it blended with the ink-drawn smile on the statue.
"May everyone in future generations have laughter."
"Zhang Xubai, I will take my leave now," Zhao Wujiang stepped forward and helped the old Taoist who was kneeling in front of the statue, and said with a smile:
"You don't have to worry about your children, the Emperor's Teacher will agree."
"Yao Shen Lord..." Zhang Xubai bowed to Zhao Wujiang, speaking sincerely:
"Have a meal before you leave.
I have already asked my wife to prepare the meal..."
"No, I appreciate the kind offer." Zhao Wujiang shook his head:
"While the weather is still early, we should leave now and we will be able to catch dinner at the Great Zhou Imperial City tomorrow when we arrive."
"You say you're in such a hurry to travel, rest for one night." Zhang Xubai grabbed Zhao Wujian's sleeve, his eyes filled with mist, his face full of reluctance.
He had never seen a living demon god before, this was his lucky first time seeing one, and he knew it would also be his last.
After today, he would never see them again.
As a member of the Daoist sect who grew up listening to the stories of the demon god, as the master of the Green Orange Sect who had requested help from Zhao Wujiang, he not only respected but also felt grateful towards Zhao Wujiang.
There is still pity, reluctance, and heartache nowadays.
Zhao Wujian is vastly different from the demon god he had imagined in his memory.
Without that demonic and evil presence, without that overwhelming dominance, without the touch of time, he looks as young and beautiful as a talented youth from his hometown.
But this handsome young man carries a lot of burden and faces an inevitable end, unable to escape or run away.
This is something that Zhao Wujiang should not have to endure at his age. This outstanding and young man should be dressed in bright clothes, riding on a spirited horse, being carefree and unrestrained.
Zhao Wujiang is so calm and gentle, as if he is a wise man who has gone through the world and settled his emotions.
It's like praising a teenager who has gone through hardships, and you can see from him the maturity, calmness, and responsibility.
Understandable and heartwarming.
"Tomorrow morning, I will send you..." Zhang Xubai's voice was trembling.
Zhao Wujiang patted Zhang Xubai's dry hand, with tender eyes.
Zhang Xubai looked at the warm and determined gaze, slowly letting go of his hand.
"This is our farewell..." Zhao Wujiang turned around with a carefree demeanor, paused for a moment, and looked back at the old Taoist standing in front of the statue, standing in the hazy incense smoke, and smiled:
"We will meet again!"
"Hmm." Zhang Xubai nodded, with cloudy tears in his old eyes.
Zhao Wujian was telling him that no matter what he calculated, no matter what the outcome would be, he must strive to stay alive. He shouldn't just breathe a sigh of relief and die after knowing his disciple was safe.
Survive, this is the agreement between the demon god and him.
Zhao Wujing withdrew his gaze, with green smoke and thin mist surging in his eyes. The wind and snow poured into his robe as he walked step by step towards the foot of the mountain.
The stone steps are pale and the sky is vast.
He is descending the mountain.
He is the god descending from the mountain, all alone.
But on the face without features, there is a smiling face painted with ink, like a child's doodle, somewhat comical.
Zhao Wujing sighed and smiled, thinking of Xiaoxian from the distant Da Zhou Xian Dynasty.
小念夏也总爱涂涂画画。
Children's imagination is always colorful, imaginative, and innocent.
"This is a painting by my daughter, Zhang Guoguo. I scolded her at that time." After Zhang Xubai worships the god statue and sees Zhao Wujiang looking at the smiling face on the demon god statue, he sighs quietly and explains:
“张果果儿说，既然我们要拜，勒些老祖宗神像就应该笑。
先人为后辈子们付出了太多，想看到的，肯定不是我们哭噻，也不可能是我们跨起个批脸噻？
For the sake of laughter in the future, isn't that it?
So the ink on this demon god statue was not wiped off.
Don't you say (don't say), the incense worshippers really like this kind of demon god...
"It's quite good." Zhao Wujing's mouth naturally curved upwards, with a gentle smile on his face, as if it blended with the ink-drawn smile on the statue.
"May everyone in future generations have laughter."
"Zhang Xubai, I will take my leave now," Zhao Wujiang stepped forward and helped the old Taoist who was kneeling in front of the statue, and said with a smile:
"You don't have to worry about your children, the Emperor's Teacher will agree."
"Yao Shen Lord..." Zhang Xubai bowed to Zhao Wujiang, speaking sincerely:
"Have a meal before you leave.
I have already asked my wife to prepare the meal..."
"No, I appreciate the kind offer." Zhao Wujiang shook his head:
"While the weather is still early, we should leave now and we will be able to catch dinner at the Great Zhou Imperial City tomorrow when we arrive."
"You say you're in such a hurry to travel, rest for one night." Zhang Xubai grabbed Zhao Wujian's sleeve, his eyes filled with mist, his face full of reluctance.
He had never seen a living demon god before, this was his lucky first time seeing one, and he knew it would also be his last.
After today, he would never see them again.
As a member of the Daoist sect who grew up listening to the stories of the demon god, as the master of the Green Orange Sect who had requested help from Zhao Wujiang, he not only respected but also felt grateful towards Zhao Wujiang.
There is still pity, reluctance, and heartache nowadays.
Zhao Wujian is vastly different from the demon god he had imagined in his memory.
Without that demonic and evil presence, without that overwhelming dominance, without the touch of time, he looks as young and beautiful as a talented youth from his hometown.
But this handsome young man carries a lot of burden and faces an inevitable end, unable to escape or run away.
This is something that Zhao Wujiang should not have to endure at his age. This outstanding and young man should be dressed in bright clothes, riding on a spirited horse, being carefree and unrestrained.
Zhao Wujiang is so calm and gentle, as if he is a wise man who has gone through the world and settled his emotions.
It's like praising a teenager who has gone through hardships, and you can see from him the maturity, calmness, and responsibility.
Understandable and heartwarming.
"Tomorrow morning, I will send you..." Zhang Xubai's voice was trembling.
Zhao Wujiang patted Zhang Xubai's dry hand, with tender eyes.
Zhang Xubai looked at the warm and determined gaze, slowly letting go of his hand.
"This is our farewell..." Zhao Wujiang turned around with a carefree demeanor, paused for a moment, and looked back at the old Taoist standing in front of the statue, standing in the hazy incense smoke, and smiled:
"We will meet again!"
"Hmm." Zhang Xubai nodded, with cloudy tears in his old eyes.
Zhao Wujian was telling him that no matter what he calculated, no matter what the outcome would be, he must strive to stay alive. He shouldn't just breathe a sigh of relief and die after knowing his disciple was safe.
Survive, this is the agreement between the demon god and him.
Zhao Wujing withdrew his gaze, with green smoke and thin mist surging in his eyes. The wind and snow poured into his robe as he walked step by step towards the foot of the mountain.
The stone steps are pale and the sky is vast.
He is descending the mountain.
He is the god descending from the mountain, all alone.