The Word of Heaven

Chapter 297 The Name Forgotten by History
The rain continued to fall, and the sound became increasingly annoying.

The White Emperor stood in front of the hall, and after a long silence, he still couldn't think of the answer to the question, not even a clue.

He was not discouraged, nor did he feel frustrated. He calmly accepted the fact, took one last deep look, and then turned and left.

The meaning of leaving is to return.

Under the cover of rain, the lights in the old imperial city were dimmer than usual, as if they could be extinguished by the wind at any time.

The soldiers standing in front of the city gate were chatting listlessly. They occasionally perked up because they were worried about their livelihoods and afraid of the impact of the turmoil in the court. Inevitably, there were a few sarcastic remarks in their remarks.

"Your Majesty is naturally extremely wise, a true saint that appears only once in a thousand years, but the world is just the way it is, and it cannot be changed by one person."

"Have you forgotten what His Majesty said in front of the Weiyang Palace?"

"How could I forget? Of course I believe in your majesty's wisdom and bravery. I just don't believe I can live to that time."

The middle-aged soldier leaned lazily against the wall, watching the endless spring rain, with undisguised sarcasm and mockery in his voice.

The person arguing with him was a young man. After hearing the meaning of the words, he subconsciously wanted to refute them, even using harsh words.

However, when he thought of the lifeless Wangjing, he suddenly felt an empty and powerless feeling in his chest. His expression became lonely and he stopped talking.

This was obviously not the first time something like this had happened, and others were too lazy to pay any attention to it. Even the middle-aged soldier had no intention of adding insult to injury.

Living in this former capital, feeling the fading prosperity of the past, how could it be possible not to have any thoughts in one's mind?
It’s just that young people still have dreams and believe in certain people and things in faraway places, while older people are becoming increasingly numb in the freezing rain and can no longer see the future.

The White Emperor stood nearby, listening to these words quietly, his eyes blank, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Then at some point, he finally walked through the dark and deep city gate and stepped into his childhood home.

The rain started to get heavier and it was no longer a drizzle.

The White Emperor walked casually along the road he had walked before, stopping from time to time with nostalgia in his eyes.

In his nostalgia, he still talks to himself sometimes, and many of them are about Gu Zhuo.

"The Supervisor was killed by you while standing right here. It was also from this time that Pei Jinge started to be intimate with you."

"The formation of the old palace has undergone thousands of years of changes. It is so complicated that it gives me a headache, but I think this is not too troublesome for you."

"So in your opinion, there must be another reason why I left Wangjing, and your guess is correct."

The White Emperor spoke casually as he walked in the gradually pouring rain. It felt less and less like he was going home, and more like he was sightseeing... or perhaps, paying homage.

Yes, look up to the path that our predecessors have taken.

The principle that people learn things at different times and that each has his own specialization is not complicated. Emperor Bai is well aware that he has not gone as far as Gu Zhuo on this path, so he needs to be humble.

This continued until late at night, when he came to the main hall with its doors tightly closed, sat down on the throne that had once been his, and sat there with his chin supported by his hand for the entire night.

The next morning, as the rain clouds dispersed, the morning light descended upon the earth. The White Emperor woke up from his light sleep, walked out of the imperial city, had breakfast, and then headed to the Lin family's ancestral home.

During the Weiyang Palace Incident, the Lin family was forced to take the wrong side and faced a reckoning. Many people who deserved to die and those who didn't died died, and the once lush branches and leaves had been pruned into pieces.

Almost all the remaining people have changed their identities, except Lin Wanyi.

However, even she had to take down the door plaque under tremendous pressure to avoid some troublesome problems.

After making sure he had come to the right place, the White Emperor knocked on the door.

Not long after, Lin Wanyi opened the door.

The moment she opened the door, she saw the person standing outside and her first reaction was to close the door.

boom!
The door suddenly closed with a loud sound, like thunder, attracting the attention of passers-by and talking about it.

A smile appeared on the White Emperor's lips.

After a while, the door was opened again.

Unlike before, this time only a tiny crack was opened.

Lin Wanyi's gaze passed through the crack in the door and fell on the middle-aged man outside the door. The hand that was holding the wooden door became extremely stiff, as if struck by lightning.

In fact, even if the thunderbolt struck her head, the shock she would get would not be as great as what she was experiencing now.

"Is it you?"

"It's me."

Lin Wanyi no longer had any doubts, she opened the door as quickly as possible and turned sideways.

The White Emperor found her like this a little funny, so he laughed.

"Just treat me as an ordinary elder and ask for a cup of hot tea."

"Then...shall we go to the study?"

Lin Wanyi led the White Emperor through the long rain corridor. There was no sound along the way, and her steps were still as stiff as at the beginning.

Because she couldn't understand why His Majesty came here in secret, she became so worried and afraid about Gu Zhuo that she even forgot to speak.

Walking into the study, she first made a pot of hot tea for the White Emperor. When she was about to give up the main seat, she was stopped.

"Wasn't he sitting here at the beginning?"

The White Emperor said casually: "It would be fine if I were the same."

Lin Wanyi was silent for a moment, and finally agreed, then said directly: "If your Majesty came here to know about him, then you will only be disappointed."

Emperor Bai admired her courage and said, "No wonder Gu Zhuo chose you among millions of people."

Lin Wanyi pursed her lips. She was not happy about the recognition in these words. Her slightly furrowed brows revealed stubbornness.

After a moment, she calmed down and asked, "Why do you call him Gu Zhuo?"

The White Emperor said: "I think this is an excellent name."

Lin Wanyi suddenly thought of something and asked, "What was his... previous name?"

Gu Zhuo’s previous name is no longer found in the history books today. Instead, he is referred to as the Taoist Lord or the Demon Lord, as if he was the only one who could be the Lord of Taoism and Demon since ancient times.

This great praise is hidden in silence, making people accustomed to it imperceptibly and not feeling anything strange.

The White Emperor smiled, a very gentle smile, shook his head and said, "I'd better leave this question for him to answer for you."

Lin Wanyi felt a little regretful, but also felt that this was a good thing.

The White Emperor looked at her and said in a kind and elder tone: "I came here today to talk to you about him, but since you have the courage to refuse, then let it go."

Lin Wanyi's face was slightly pale.

The next moment, the White Emperor suddenly put his fingers together as a sword and cut through the void in front of him.

A sword light that was so complex that it was rare in the world suddenly reflected into the depths of Lin Wanyi's eyes, went straight into the sea of ​​consciousness, and turned into a torrential rain that fell down.

Her face suddenly turned extremely pale, but then an abnormal blush appeared on her face and her eyes became extremely bright.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rainstorm in the sea of ​​consciousness finally stopped, and the light in my eyes also disappeared.

Everything falls silent.

Lin Wanyi's expression was one of astonishment and shock that could not be described in words.

The sword light that she saw was actually the highest inheritance of Chaotian Sword Palace, the part that she could not access now.

What made her even more unable to remain calm was that this sword light could eventually transform into a sword formation... bringing down the most magnificent sword rain in the world.

"I don't understand." Lin Wanyi's voice was solemn and hoarse: "Why are you so good to me?"

The White Emperor thought about it, then smiled and said, "Just think of it as if your figure is standing in front of the night that I see, and leave a foreshadowing here that you will not be able to take action in the future."

Lin Wanyi thought this reason was ridiculous and didn't know what to say. How could such a day exist in the world?
She looked at the back of the White Emperor who stood up and left, and couldn't help asking, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The White Emperor stopped and said without looking back, "I won't live long."

When he said this, his tone was very ordinary, ordinary indifference, ordinary calmness, and ordinary normality.

It's like what to eat tonight, it's just ordinary.

However, Lin Wanyi felt extremely shocked and sad.

She still remembered the words that His Majesty the Emperor said in front of the Weiyang Palace, which was that he wanted the world to belong to one supreme being.

It has only been a winter, and now the White Emperor is standing in the spring daylight after the rain and utters these words.

"Before I really die, I should do something for this world."

The White Emperor paused, and finally said: "These things are related to Gu Zhuo, and have nothing to do with a junior like you, so you can still concentrate on liking him, and don't worry too much."

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With the last spring rain gone, summer officially arrives.

The summer heat has already set in on Baidi Mountain. The green leaves on the mountain look even more greasy under the sunlight, making people feel bored after looking at them for a long time.

For this reason, Gu Zhuo has stayed in the stone house recently and only left very rarely.

But this does not mean that he is completely unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

This is no longer so relevant to Pei Jinge.

Perhaps because he was used to hearing all the sounds in the world, Gu Zhuo's ears became diligent again after a long rest in the spring.

The faint voices carried in the wind, the thumping of hammers hitting stones, the sounds made by the various precious materials in the connections established by the formation...all became audible.

So Gu Zhuo learned that the tranquility around the stone house would be broken soon, perhaps on the day of the summer festival.

At that time, perhaps he had already solved the first of the three questions?
One afternoon, after dinner.

Pei Jinge put down his chopsticks and said, "The summer festival is coming, the day after tomorrow."

Gu Zhuo understood.

Pei Jinge continued, "There is news that the little girl named Ye Yilan, whom you once looked after, is in a very difficult situation now."

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but I have nothing to say.

Pei Jinge accepted his silence and continued, "Someone has found Chu Jun's whereabouts. She is heading north, but it doesn't look like she is going to Qingjing Temple."

Gu Zhuo thought that meant going to Yishui for him.

"Many people were on their way to stop her, but not on the same scale as you were at that time."

Pei Jinge said: "Then the most important thing is another thing."

Gu Zhuo said: "Please speak."

Pei Jinge took out a letter from his arms, put it on the wooden table and pushed it over.

This letter comes from seeking knowledge.

In the letter, he described in detail and cumbersomely the difficulty of the current situation, the complexity of the problems, and the danger of his own situation in words that were not plain.

In short, the pursuit of knowledge can no longer sustain itself.

After failing to find any clues about Gu Zhuo for a long time, the officials in the court and various government offices were under tremendous pressure and decided to start a new round of internal self-examination.

At the Queen's signal, the Sky Patrol once again became number one.

Under this situation, the exposure of the matter is inevitable, and Qiuzhi is thinking about how to get away with it.

Gu Zhuo put down the piece of letter paper.

Pei Jinge picked it up and burned it to ashes with a flame ignited by his fingertips.

"In order for this letter to be delivered to me, many people paid a heavy price."

Then she looked at Gu Zhuo and said casually, "This is the price that should have been paid during wartime."

Gu Zhuo thought about it and felt that nothing he said would be appropriate, so he remained silent.

Pei Jinge's lips curled up slightly, his smile full of self-mockery, and he said, "This war, which was supposed to be between the Dao Sect and the Empire, eventually turned into chaos within the Empire. It's really inexplicable."

Gu Zhuo said honestly: "I never thought things would turn out like this today."

Pei Jinge stood up, walked out the door, and looked in the direction of the capital.

"You don't have to force yourself to blame yourself. The reason why I stand on your side is that I don't like the queen."

"Why do I remember...you didn't say that last time."

Gu Zhuo came to her side.

Pei Jinge said calmly: "Everyone can only make one decision on the same thing, but there can be countless different reasons behind that decision."

Gu Zhuo suddenly felt a little strange and asked, "Why don't you look nervous at all?"

Pei Jinge said: "Being nervous before you get nervous will make me very unhappy."

Gu Zhuo wondered whether this was pride or something else.
Things like this don't necessarily require answers.

He looked toward the distant mountains and forests, at the sickly green leaves, and listened to the constant sounds in the wind and the chirping of cicadas.

Under the scorching sun, all things are entering their most prosperous moment.

Gu Zhuo's heart suddenly moved.

So he knew that he was about to solve the first problem left by the abbot this summer.

This is undoubtedly something to be happy about.

Just when Gu Zhuo was about to tell Pei Jinge so that she would not be under so much pressure and worry about what was happening in the outside world... his heart of Tao was moved again.

It is certainly not an ordinary thing for the Dao heart to change twice in a very short period of time.

It was a completely opposite feeling from before.

Is it like facing a great enemy, or something else?
Gu Zhuo couldn't make an accurate judgment.

"what happened?"

Pei Jinge felt something was wrong and turned his head to look at him.

After a long silence, Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Pei Jinge's brows were tightly knitted.

Gu Zhuo looked up at the sky and earth for a moment, then retracted his gaze and said, "Maybe we'll have the answer soon."

Pei Jinge asked seriously: "Before the answer comes, what can we do?"

Gu Zhuo was silent for a long time, looked at her and said, "Leave."

Pei Jinge said without thinking, "Let's go."

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "You left alone."

(End of this chapter)