Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 1031

"Otherwise." Sang Yue said as a matter of course, "Your ancestors were cyberbullied for saying a few words for me. The ancestors of that generation still had backbone. Even if people dug up their past embarrassments and mistakes, they still believed in my character..."

As a result, their family members and clansmen were also subjected to cyber violence. As their descendants, they hated their ancestors for going against the world.

Why would you go against other living forces just for a dead person?

The history of each generation is written by the victor. Back then, the little queen won, and the world praised her and publicized her good deeds. As for whether she had committed the mistakes that modern people talk about, only heaven and earth know.

How could outsiders know? Why would our ancestors make the whole family (clan) restless because of her?

"You are alive today because of the concerted efforts of me and the stranger from that life." Sang Yue said, "You should be prudent and protect yourself. I don't blame you for not being grateful. Your elders were implicated because of their lack of judgment. How dare you blame me for not saving you?
"It turns out that your family's philosophy is that the strong must suffer injustice, and the strong must be broad-minded and forgive others' incompetence. Even if you ruin my reputation, I will still save you ungrateful trash at the critical moment?"

Her words made the person who came to ask for accountability blush and wanted to refute her:
Do good without expecting reward, and don’t do good expecting reward.

But only the benefactor is qualified to say this. If the benefactor dares to say this, wouldn't it be the same as admitting that he is ungrateful? Since she is an ungrateful person, there is nothing wrong with her not wanting to save people, and I have no right to condemn her.

Then wouldn't it be a joke for us and others to come here in a group to ask her for justice?
"You, you are making excuses!" After holding it in for a long time, someone finally said something.

"You know who is making up stories." Sang Yue stopped smiling and said calmly, "I came back this time just to see where I came from. I was afraid that everyone would forget about me, but I didn't expect the truth to be so unbearable...

You might as well forget about me."

Some truths are really harsh when heard at first, and make people feel ashamed from the bottom of their hearts. Unable to bear the shame, they start to find excuses to excuse themselves.

"Humph, this is just your one-sided statement. There is no evidence to prove it. How can we believe you?" An old master stared at her with sharp eyes and a dignified look. "Do you dare to swear a heavenly oath that you have no ill will towards the local people when you return this time?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people present suddenly felt a surge of emotions and became restless and uneasy.

"Master, didn't we agree to let her save people?" Someone turned pale with anxiety and whispered, "Please stop messing with the rhythm!"

"Yes," one person spoke up, and then others followed suit, expressing their own opinions in low voices, "If we don't save him, my grandfather's body will be cold!"

Although it has been cold for a long time, I just want to express my opinion.

If she was really the alien ancestor from hundreds of years ago, it would not be difficult for her to bring a few mortals back to life. We had discussed it before coming here. If she was willing to cast a spell to save people, everyone was willing to kowtow and apologize, and let her do whatever she wanted in the future.

If she is a fairy, the mortal world is not a place for her to stay for long. After saving someone, no matter whether she stays or leaves, everyone can take it lightly.

It would be best if they could stay. The strangers sent by her will surely receive gifts from the immortals and benefit greatly.

"Silence!" After hearing the restless voices around them, the disciples around Master Xuan hurriedly shouted, "My master has his reasons for doing this, everyone please be calm!"

"It's not your family that died, so of course you're saying it's easy."

"That's right, you changed what we agreed on in advance, who knows what you are thinking?" Listening to the whispers and impetuous words coming from behind, the old master felt helpless. He tried his best to ignore the restlessness behind him and stared at the woman on the top of the stalagmite mountain stubbornly:
"Why, don't you dare?"

"You, a young master, are quite courageous," Sang Yue glanced at him in admiration. "You may not be very accomplished, but you are very ambitious. Although you have a sense of justice, you are conservative and often cannot tolerate the bold innovations of young people.

As a result, the teachings of our ancestors have fallen into decline, and we have no choice but to beg for food from my disciple..."

Even though he didn't like the way his eldest disciple's disciples usually behaved, he had no choice but to compromise. For this, he also sacrificed two talented young people in his clan, which made him regret it.

Whenever he thought about this, his heart ached.

"So you don't dare?" The old master looked at her palely and asked, "What exactly do you want to do by coming back this time?"

"How rude," Sang Yue looked at him indifferently, "I am at least several hundred years older than you. You, a junior, can't listen to what the elder just said."

She just said clearly that she would come back and look at the path she had taken.

So, even if she told the truth, these people would not believe it. Why was that? Because their ancestors failed to suppress those who spread rumors about her, which resulted in her having no prestige in the eyes of future generations.

Coupled with the effect of Yun Changsheng's curse, Taoism is difficult to survive.

She really can't save this world.

She really didn't want to waste time talking to these people, so she called A-Man to sweep away the crowd that was still questioning her, leaving life and death to fate. After clearing away the source of the noise, A-Man looked back at her and advised:
"Master, how about we move to another place?"

Since the local creatures fear her and do not welcome her, why should she stay to save the world?
"Who said I'm the savior?" Sang Yue removed the barrier around her, and the body of the Immortal Lord also lay in the rattan chair like her. The difference was that he closed his eyes, "This world is not only theirs, but also mine."

Why is it that she is always the one who runs away every time she gets into a conflict with others?
No matter she was kind, evil, or peaceful, there were always troublesome people and things that came to blame her for no reason. It was as if her existence polluted the air of this land and she brought disaster to this land.

"But aren't you angry when they treat you like this?" Aman was puzzled.

According to its previous temper, it would have lost its temper long ago. How dare a mere mortal yell at it? It was meaningless. What's more, its master was an immortal, the wife of the demon god... It didn't matter if it didn't want this. Just being disrespectful to the immortal was enough to curse all the local creatures.

That’s right, this land is indeed cursed, and they will not die unjustly in the future.

"Master, I am not helping Your Majesty. The creatures here are not worth your attention. You must not act recklessly and make your enemies happy and your loved ones sad."

"Tsk," Sang Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she touched its smooth forehead with her finger, "Am I such a fool? Okay, we don't have much time left, sit down and watch the scenery with me and Your Majesty."

"I can't sit still, so I'll just go for a walk." After saying this, Aman disappeared in a flash.

The time that the master and the immortal's body spend alone together is indeed short, and it cannot be a light bulb, letting her speak freely. And Sang Yue gave it a restriction to prevent it from sneaking down the mountain to deal with those mortals.

Then he lay back on his own rattan chair, and rocked the Immortal Master's chair gently.