The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 325 Facing Calamity
The elegantly dressed young man was completely oblivious to Du Yuan's unusual behavior; his mind was entirely captivated by the earth-shattering news—the Ding Sword and the Ren Sword, such renowned and powerful weapons, were actually similar in appearance.
The latter word was originally quite ordinary, but because of these two swords, one is a national treasure and the other is a Confucian treasure, a sacred object.

So much so that he felt it was disrespectful to even associate the word with the two swords in his mind, and dared not do so.

I can only say one sentence in its entirety:
"No wonder he still called himself 'the last thief' at the end; for someone of his status, that was indeed too insubordinate."

The elegantly dressed young man originally wanted to say something, but since things have come to this, why doesn't Gao Cheng just go himself?
He really has a chance to become the new leader!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the elegantly dressed young man laughed at himself.

Gao Cheng sought a person who could bring peace and prosperity to the people. If he were to kill Yaoshi Yuan at this critical moment of upheaval, the people of the world, whom he cared about most, would suffer countless tragedies because of the turmoil he had caused, without even waiting for the people on the mountain to take action.

In comparison, with a pharmacist as a readily available and excellent choice, unless he truly values ​​his life, he would have no other option.

But could Gao Cheng value his life?
No!
After pondering this for a long time, he suddenly remembered a crucial question and whispered to Du Yuan:

"Senior, if I may be so bold as to ask a question, I hope you will answer if you wish, but if not, please consider it me talking nonsense. I beg you, please don't take it to heart!"

Du Yuan laughed:

"Why are you asking this question? Just say it!"

Du Yuan felt that his relationship with Young Master Wang was quite good, even though the other party had no idea that they had already 'met three times'.

"The Confucian Temple wanted to abandon Renjian back then, and now it completely ignores him. Could it be because of this?"

Upon hearing this, Du Yuan frowned slightly.

The moment this appearance was revealed, the elegantly dressed young man broke out in a cold sweat.

Oh no, I really said the wrong thing!
Am I going to be beaten to death by this old man in the next moment?
The elegantly dressed young man even felt a little like slapping himself.

Why is it that I can't keep my mouth shut lately?

They say whatever comes to mind! They stir up all sorts of trouble!

Previously, they only lost the world's best divine wine, but now, if they say this to Confucian scholars, they might lose their lives.

The sword of the most revered teacher, the fundamental instrument of Confucianism, should not be subject to outsiders' gossip.

Fortunately, Du Yuan only asked one question:
"Although I don't know why you're so reluctant to talk about this, I feel that it's not, or rather, it's more than just this?"

These words, however, puzzled the elegantly dressed young man.

You are a Confucian, so why are you so concerned about Confucian matters?
He wanted to say he didn't care, but then he felt that wasn't right, just as the remaining ancestors could only come from the ancestral court.

Even the most senior Confucian officials could only come from the Temple of Literature.

The only exception among the three religions seems to be Buddhism, whose attainment depends solely on whether one can achieve enlightenment.

Therefore, even though this gentleman, like the previous two gentlemen, had some disagreements with the ancestral court on certain aspects regarding such a major matter.

But as someone from the same pot, they shouldn't behave like this!

Strange, really strange!
Surprised, the elegantly dressed young man suddenly froze.

He had previously wondered whether he had been overthinking things about these three gentlemen or underthinking them.

Originally, because Kyoto had too many karmic ties binding him, he wanted to bury his head in the sand and ignore it.

But now, this thought has resurfaced like a demon, and has begun to occupy his mind.

Is it really just a disagreement, rather than a split or even conflict?

Otherwise, why would these three gentlemen appear so early, while the three religions have been nowhere to be seen?
At this moment, the elegantly dressed young man was restless and uneasy.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said to Du Yuan:
"Senior, I'm planning to leave Kyoto."

He felt he was right, because all the current problems pointed to this.

Therefore, Kyoto, Qingzhou, and the southwest are all unsuitable places to stay. He needs to find a remote place to hide and wait for an opportunity to go elsewhere.

The immortals of the three religions are already precious, and those among them who must be called immortals are even more so, and therefore even more so.

Du Yuan frowned deeply:

"Have you thought this through? Your wedding is just around the corner, not to mention Madam Wang and the others!"

The elegantly dressed young man gave a wry smile, saying with utter helplessness:
“Senior, as I have already said, my Great Dao is far too small, and only such a Great Dao can barely be grasped by someone like me.”

As for them.

His voice suddenly stopped, his throat tightened, and he could no longer utter another word.

Putting aside the blue robe that once stirred his heart, the heavy karma he had accumulated along the way was enough to make it almost impossible for him to take another step.

Can.
He glanced at Du Yuan, a fleeting struggle flashing in his eyes, before lowering his head again and saying:
“Senior, I cannot abandon my path. You are also a cultivator, and a true master far surpassing me. You should know that the worst thing on the path is to hesitate and look back. Only by making decisive choices can one move forward. This capital city is no longer a place for me to stay.”

Du Yuan's expression turned serious, and she was about to speak: "Have you thought about this?"

But the words suddenly stopped in his throat.

He wanted to ask, "Did you make a mistake somewhere? If you have any doubts, feel free to tell me, and perhaps I can offer some advice," but he swallowed those words back in the end.

Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen that Young Master Wang's "Great Dao," or rather, his crumbling "Dao Heart," was on the verge of collapse.

Perhaps it was already like this when we discussed the Dao before, but my cultivation level is now high enough to see it.

Du Yuan stared at him, remaining silent for a long time before slowly and carefully speaking: "Have you ever thought about taking a different path?"

The elegantly dressed young man smiled without the slightest hesitation:

"Senior, you are wise. The three religions are a straight path to heaven. If you could help us, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. However, I have my own sect and a preordained affiliation."

As he finished speaking, he slowly rose, bowed deeply to Du Yuan, and said loudly:

"Senior, this junior will take his leave now!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Du Yuan stopped trying to stop him and simply nodded slightly.
"If that's the case, then so be it. But remember this well: don't wait until it's too late and you've made a mistake before you regret it."

The elegantly dressed young man said nothing more, but bowed deeply to Du Yuan again, then turned away and never looked back.

On this journey, he walked straight ahead, casually taking three taels of silver and a couple of pieces of jade from the stalls beside him.

Without a sound, a red umbrella, white paper, and an embroidered handkerchief appeared in exchange.

After affixing yellow talismans to each one and sending them out,

He had already left Kyoto.

At that moment, he suddenly felt as if he smelled a very familiar fragrance.

Following the trail, all they found was an empty gate to Kyoto.

Just like him.

He stood there for a long time, lost in thought, then turned away with a bitter smile.

After he bowed his head and left, a slightly ethereal figure appeared behind the empty gate of Kyoto.

After watching the other person leave, she looked up at the blue sky with a slightly worried expression.

Did I really take on this calamity for him?

(End of this chapter)