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Chapter 1474: God's Will is Difficult to Ask [ask for monthly ticket]

"It's been more than half an hour, why is there no response?"

Qi Shan had never felt that the four words "days pass by like years" could be so concrete. The sound of the water leaking in the tent made him feel uneasy. He felt an inexplicable uneasiness growing all the time, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, squeezing his chest, and suffocating him.

As soon as Fang Yangang finished taking the patient's pulse, he stepped forward to ask questions.

"When will the Master wake up?"

"The master's pulse is as strong as usual. Shaobai also said that she will wake up when the time comes, but Minister Chu..." Fang Yan and Jimo Qiu looked at each other, feeling quite powerless. "Minister Chu's vitality has been slipping away. I tried to activate his Danfu with golden needles but it didn't work. Shaobai also failed with the poisonous insects. He said that this is because his true spirit is about to be annihilated."

Kang Shi lost his composure when he heard the word "true spirit".

"Didn't Mr. Jimo say before that the true spirit is the true self? It is the most important core of the soul? If the true spirit is annihilated, won't the person die?" This is even more dangerous than what he said back then! This is not just one foot stepping into the gate of hell, but half of the body being dragged in!

Jimo Qiu nodded: "That's true."

However, Chu Yao still has a little bit of his true spirit in His Highness's hands. Even if his physical body is annihilated this time, he can be reborn with the help of the "Investiture of the Gods" after everything is complete. To be more ruthless, we have only been separated for a few years. Therefore, Jimo Qiu was not sad about Chu Yao's ending.

The only drawback is that Chu Yao, who was resurrected with this little true spirit in "Investiture of the Gods", would lose some of his memories. For those who value memory, this may make them confused about the issue of this Chu Yao being not the same Chu Yao.

"But didn't the Lord take action?"

Kang Shi refused to think about the horrible reaction that the master would have when she woke up and saw Chu Yao's body. The master could intervene in the completion ceremony, and she would definitely do everything to help Chu Yao and would not let Chu Yao get into trouble under her nose. What kind of completion ceremony could not even the two of them handle?
Jimo Qiu said: "It is God's will."

Even Your Highness can only have a glimmer of hope in the face of God's will.

"Besides, Your Highness has never met Minister Chu." Jimo Qiu frowned and said what he had seen. "Minister Chu's way of scholars involves areas that ordinary people should not be involved in. If you want to grasp it, you will naturally have to go through thousands of difficulties and dangers. The completion ceremony allows him to find his true self among thousands of illusions. Every time he makes a mistake, he will lose a little bit of his true self. When his true self is exhausted, he will die."

The way of heaven is quite stubborn, rigid and ruthless.

As long as all living things are within His rules, they can make as much noise as He wants. But once they exceed the rules He sets, no matter if they are noble and immortal species or darlings favored by destiny, they will turn against Him and try every means to get rid of the things that are in their way.

Even if you have the same household registration as Tiandao, you will die.

He has extensive experience in elbowing his "children".

But, He also has a tender side.

If the person who was elbowed managed to fight his way out and had a chance of survival, He would be willing to let the unlucky person go.

Qi Shan gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Is Chu Wuhui a pig-brained person?"

He thought Chu Yao was a man of firm determination. What was so difficult about being firm? How could he be so embarrassed by a perfect ceremony to distinguish true from false? This seemed to be an expression of anger at Chu Yao, but in fact, he was worried about Chu Yao. He and Chu Yao were the first to accompany the master. Even though they had many differences in political views and assisting the master, it did not affect their inner recognition and mutual respect for each other.

How could he not be sad when such a person was about to die?

Unexpectedly, Jimo Qiu's next sentence made him very angry.

"You can't blame Minister Chu, there's nothing real in it."

It would be strange to be able to pick out one real one from a bunch of fake ones.

Everyone who had been with them for a while was sweating coldly. The tent was filled with murderous intent, and even their brains were about to shut down. Kang Shi wondered if he was hallucinating: "Wait, what do you mean by 'there's nothing real in there'? No matter how difficult the ceremony is, it can't be a dead end!"

The great road is fifty, the sky is four and nine, and people are one of them.

No matter how difficult it is to complete the ceremony, there is always a glimmer of hope.

It is impossible to set up a death trap to test the literary and artistic talents. A perfect ritual without vitality is not a test, it is murder!

Jimo Qiu didn't understand why everyone was so shocked.

"Because it's really outside, isn't it?" Jimo Qiu looked at the people who suddenly realized the truth and said calmly, "No matter how good the illusion is, it's just an illusion. The glory and wealth there are all fleeting. Only the present moment is real to him."

Those illusions may be just illusions, or they may have happened in billions of worlds. The difference between the inside and outside of the illusion is caused by a single thought. The answer to each perfect ceremony is written on the test paper, which allows you to see your true self!

The answer is the real answer, just abbreviated.

When answering questions, candidates are either distracted by the fancy questions, or they go off topic and go in the wrong direction.

How is it possible to find the true answer among thousands of false illusions?
Kang Shi said again: "You mean..."

He pointed at his master, whose breathing was steady.

For the first time, I deeply realized how cunning "God's will" is.

Not only did they deliberately make him and Yu Zi's completion ceremony collide to increase the difficulty, but they also tricked him and Yu Zi into killing each other. The only correct answer is that both of them give up their lives in order to live towards death. It's Chu Yao's turn, let alone the correct answer, which is outside the examination room!
All the answers on the test papers in the examination room are fake!

Even a cultured man like Qin Li couldn't help but curse the insidiousness of the Perfection Ceremony in his heart. If the Lord hadn't intervened, Chu Yao would have died in this test. No, if it hadn't been for the passive triggering of [Bright Future] that allowed the young Chu Yao to maintain hope after the capital was broken, if Chu Yao hadn't used his life as a price to exchange for the opportunity to reshape the Dan Mansion's Wenxin, what would have happened to Chu Yao?
Qin Li said: "But the Lord has already intervened."

Why hasn’t Chu Yao found the right path yet?

The perfect ceremony deliberately prevented the two from meeting?

Jimo Qiu said: "I thought it was common sense to make the exam more difficult for someone else to cheat. Your Highness will also be given a test paper when he enters the examination room."

Everyone thought that His Highness was helping Chu Yao with the questions.

In practical assistance, give His Highness a test paper as well.

Jimo Qiu pointed to the top of his head.

"God's will is sometimes very easy to guess."

Everyone: "...No, I don't feel that way."

Gu Chi and others secretly observed Jimo Qiu and asked hesitantly, "What has Mr. Jimo experienced that makes him so familiar with this?"

Jimo Qiu: "...Don't ask."

The answer is that being beaten up has given me a lot of experience.

Outside the examination room, "relatives accompanying the examinee" were waiting anxiously.

Inside the examination room, Shen Tang, one of the candidates, was also exhausted.

She herself didn't remember how long she had stayed in this shabby place, and how many illusions she had entered. Apart from the increasing number of light spots on her Wenxin seal, she gained nothing else. Not to mention Chu Yao's figure, she didn't even see a ghost of him.

"Tell me the truth, are you kidding me?"

"Huh? Look in my eyes!"

Shen Tang came out of the illusion for the nth time. He sat cross-legged and prepared to review the clues. His mind was about to explode. He got angry and started to curse the sky. God was scolded quietly and did not talk back. But when he could no longer bear it, a small note floated down. The content on it was not a warm reminder, but words that Shen Tang thought were almost provocative - if you are impatient, you can leave.

Stop it, either keep going or get lost.

Shen Tang threw the note on the ground and stepped on it several times.

"…What a piece of rubbish!"

After venting for a long time, Shen Tang felt that her anger had dissipated a little, and then she continued to enter the illusion. Little did she know that the moment her figure disappeared, the flower field under her feet disappeared little by little, and the clear sky was reflecting another identical flower field.

In this mirror-inverted world, there is only one person.

It was Chu Yao, whom Shen Tang had been searching for in vain.

He still had gray hair, but his eyes were dull and dark, looking like a piece of wood without a soul, staring blankly and not very smart. He was looking down, staring blankly at the lines on his palm, as if wondering why he was in this place.

Who are you?
What are you doing?
His brain reacts extremely slowly.

Fortunately, however, every question can be answered.

He seemed to have forgotten many things. Some memories could not be recalled no matter how hard he tried. However, there was a voice in his mind quietly telling him that he must find something or someone. Who was he looking for? Why did he want to find the other person?
The answers seem to be in the endless flower field beneath our feet. Some flowers are wilting, or the buds are withering, or the petals are rotting. The stamens of those flowers in full bloom are floating with a faint light like that of fireflies.

But there are too few of these light spots.

It was so little that he felt inexplicably sad. Only thirty or forty points were left.

[Chu Wuhui, are you still stubborn?] A ethereal voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female came from the sky. The majesty was accompanied by an aura that made the soul tremble, and people could not think of resisting at all. [In these worlds, there is the prosperity and peace that you long for.]

A world without war and strong and prosperous.

[Not made by my own hands.]

He said: [He has supreme authority.]

Chu Yao had once been a heroic leader whose reputation would last forever.

【Not what I want. 】

He said: [There is the family happiness you long for. ]

His parents were still alive, his siblings were loving, he had a virtuous wife and filial children, and he himself lived to the ripe old age of 100 and died of natural causes.

[It is not mine, and my relationship with my relatives is shallow. 】

His parents are gone, his brothers and sisters are dead, and his only blood relative is his cousin Jin Rui. Chu Yao has no wife, no children, and only three students. Chu Yao really longs for the warmth of family, but he also knows that some fate cannot be forced, and those do not belong to him.

Even if He said that these were all his, as long as he was willing to choose one of them, power, kinship, or other things would be at his fingertips. It was just that Chu Yao was stubborn and refused to choose them.

【There is the plain happiness you yearn for. 】

All he had to think about was where to eat and drink, without worrying about his livelihood, scheming against others, or thinking about anything that would tax his brain. He was ordinary and happy, and the people around him were also rich and happy, and there was no such thing as war in the world.

[Not me…]

That majestic voice would come out from time to time to persuade.

In these worlds, he can get everything he desires without paying any price, and all he has to do is to make a firm choice. Chu Yao can choose not to, but he cannot leave this space. Humans are short-lived species, and how much time did Chu Yao have before this? The longer he stays here, the smaller the proportion of past memories in his life will be, and the less worth mentioning. Why give up a bright future for a past that has already passed?

The progress was indeed as the voice said.

Chu Yao was able to firmly and decisively refuse at the beginning, but now facing His proposal, he gradually began to hesitate. Chu Yao could not remember too many things, and even forgot why he was here. As his true soul was lost, he slowly only remembered that the long and endless imprisonment made him feel tortured, and every remaining soul was shouting, trying to break free from this endless torture!
[…Please let me be free…]

After an unknown amount of time, a look of baby-like confusion appeared on his face. He muttered to himself, but he didn't know why he wanted to be free, or what he was seeking to be free of... His mind was blank, and it felt like someone had opened a hole in his heart, leaking air.

He said: [Are you going to give up? ]

Chu Yao subconsciously said: [I don’t…]

[Then you can’t be freed, your obsession is too deep. ]

Chu Yao held his head in confusion and pain, wishing he could hit the ground with his head to block out the severe pain in his head. Who was he? Why was he here? Why wasn't he allowed to seek relief?

"who are you?"

He was questioning his own soul.

"Why do you force me!"

Why should he be so obsessed that he cannot transcend?
He was like a mad beast trying to break out of the flower field, but he didn't expect that this place had no end. No matter which direction he ran, there was nothing but a sea of ​​flowers. No matter how he roared and shouted, no one responded. Only the flowers bloomed quietly and silently.

Instinct told him to find the answer.

The answer lies in this sea of ​​flowers.

As long as he finds the answer, he will be free.

"But where are you...?"

Chu Yao does not make a choice. When the time comes, he will be randomly stuffed into a flower. At this moment, he is like a blank piece of paper. Any world can scribble on it and re-carve the life script of "Chu Yao" - his parents sold him out with tears, his mentor abandoned him mercilessly, and his childhood sweetheart, whom he regarded as a brother, knew nothing and let Chu Yao swallow the pain of falling from the clouds alone.

The flames of war in troubled times mercilessly devour every living being.

Like a rootless duckweed, he drifted from Chu to Xin, and after experiencing political turmoil, he drifted to a small, unknown northern city. Day and night, he stayed in a dark, damp corner, washing the dirty dishes, with a hunched back and head lowered. He seemed to have his vocal cords cut off, and he didn't say a word and didn't mention his past.

The dirty water surface reflected the head of increasingly graying hair.

The eunuchs and servants in Yuehua Tower all thought he was an old fool. They would occasionally show pity and care for him, and sometimes take it out on him when they were upset by the guests. They would never tire of telling dirty jokes in front of him and make fun of his pitiful appearance. In his entire life, he would never have the chance to understand the ways of the world.

He couldn't get angry when faced with words that trampled on his dignity.

It's strange, why is he angry?
It is normal to be born as dust and be trampled on by the soles of shoes.

As time went by, people came and went in Yuehua Tower, especially those poor prostitutes, who were completely replaced every three to five years. The old fool silently did his job, immersed in his own world, as if this could make time pass faster.

When he woke up one day, he felt inexplicably excited.

Even he didn't know what he was expecting.

"...Hey, do you think this old fool can be saved?" A few sighs came from outside the leaky firewood room. It seemed that it was a kind-hearted woman who cleaned the kitchen in Yuehua Building. Seeing that he was too sick to get up, she paid for a barefoot doctor to come and see him.

The barefoot doctor shook his head as soon as he felt his pulse.

"This seems to be a dead meridian. He won't live long..."

"But he's in good spirits today."

Doctor Ling sighed and said, "It's a last burst of energy."

The moment he heard this, countless blurry images flashed through his mind, passing by like a horse-drawn sight. He tried hard to catch it but couldn't reach it. The blurry figure was getting farther and farther away from him. He stood up shakily and touched the wall in the corner with his rough fingers. There were traces carved on it with stones.

There is a time on it, it is today.

He is going to meet a very important person today.

"That man at the door..."

He had to go to the door and wait for the other party.

Chu Yao did not go through the main gate, but staggered along the wall from the backyard to the front door. However, he looked so sick that he was driven away by the old man before he could get close. He was told not to die at the door and affect the business in the building. He refused to leave even after being hit twice.

The thug looked at him and felt a little soft-hearted.

"Go to the corner and don't let anyone see you."

In other words, the old fool was easy to bully on a daily basis and would do whatever he was told to do. Even at the end of the life of a person who was as easy to bully as dough, several of his thugs showed some rare kindness.

But that's all.

From the dawn to the moon rising above the branches.

The person he was waiting for did not come.

He sighed a little, but he was not surprised, as if he had experienced this kind of disappointment thousands of times and his senses had become dull and numb.

Feeling the last bit of life draining from this old body, he finally stretched out his body, which had been curled up and hunched over for half his life, and turned from lying on his side to lying on his back. In the shadow, he silently peeked at the bright moon in the sky through the gap made up by the eaves.

He asked the moon quietly.

[Bright moon, bright moon, can you shine your light on me? ]

The moon in the sky responded to him. It was kind enough to reach out from the clouds, descend to the earth, and gradually grow bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

Finally, it was hanging less than an arm's length above his head.

Mingyue bent down and supported her knees: "Hey, Wuhui made it so hard for me to find you."

The transparent monogram reflects the light, just like the moonlight.

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Liu An Hua Ming: I have long said that 50 cents each of ginseng, rhubarb, aconite and rehmannia root, supplemented with 30 cents of moonlight, can reveal destiny and cure stubborn diseases. The prophecy was correct.