inspire-indiana Chapter 127 I don't want "Goddess of Beauty" to become the next Qingwan.
Chapter 127 I don't want "Goddess of Beauty" to become the next Qingwan.
The old man's casual remark about his "first wife"
But it made the air in the side hall feel incredibly heavy.
The ripples were silent, yet they clearly penetrated the hearts of everyone present.
Lu Yuan froze, his mouth agape in bewilderment, unable to utter a rebuttal.
After all, what the old man just said...
like……
It really is.
Finally, Lu Yuan's gaze drifted uncontrollably towards the air.
It drifted towards the "goddess of beauty" whose expression kept changing.
The old man, with his wine gourd tucked inside, waited with great interest, his eyes holding a mixture of mischief and scrutiny, ready to watch the show unfold.
Even Gu Qingwan, who had been sitting quietly on the coffin, glanced over with her usually cold and indifferent eyes, following Lu Yuan's gaze. In an instant.
All eyes in the room were precisely on "the goddess".
Inside the side hall, you could hear a pin drop.
A subtle, profound silence is quietly brewing.
Lu Yuan thought that he would be met with a fierce rebuttal from the "Goddess of Beauty" in the next second.
She would use that ethereal yet slightly mocking tone to ridicule the old man for "dreaming."
Or at least, we should treat the vulgar term "first wife" with divine disdain.
However, there was nothing there.
The "Goddess of Beauty," suspended in mid-air, received three distinctly different gazes.
The long eyelashes trembled so slightly that it was almost imperceptible.
She did not refute a single word about the entanglement of fate and destiny.
It does not deny the almost master-servant subordinate relationship between the "main storyline and the subplot".
They didn't raise a single objection to the cruel shackle that "she cannot voluntarily untie herself."
She didn't even refute the old man's absurd use of the term "first wife."
She just...
Slowly, and very naturally, she turned her flawless face to the side.
His star-like eyes and most of his expression were hidden in the shadows of the dim yellow oil lamp in the side hall.
All that was left for Lu Yuan and the old man was an impeccable, aloof, and silent profile.
The lines were still breathtakingly perfect: the curve of the jaw, the upturned bridge of the nose, and the shadows cast by the long eyelashes.
Every detail seems to have been meticulously calculated, embodying the rules of "beauty".
But it was precisely this deliberate "turning to the side" and "silence" that betrayed the turbulent emotions churning within her.
She seemed to be intently "observing" this simple side hall.
The rough beams and pillars, the simple furnishings, and Gu Qingwan sitting on the old coffin, her aura unfathomable.
His gaze swept over every inch with the seriousness of an academic researcher.
Try to find something in these ordinary or even dilapidated scenes that can distract you and calm your mind.
However, the cool, moonlit glow that originally flowed naturally around her dimmed somewhat without her realizing it.
Her suspended posture remained elegant, her bare feet three inches off the ground, her skirt moving without wind.
But within this elegance, there is an indescribable stiffness and awkwardness.
Like a jade puppet held up by invisible threads, every movement is beyond its control.
The night breeze slipped in through the window cracks, ruffling her glazed black hair.
Her hair shimmered.
Reflected in her starry eyes, which were gazing elsewhere, the starlight within them moved with unusually slow speed.
No longer agile, no longer leaping.
Those stars, as if bearing an unspeakable weight, carrying a heavy sense of bewilderment, rose and fell slowly, gradually sinking into oblivion.
Inside, it remained eerily quiet.
The old man smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the wine, his gaze shifting between "Goddess of Beauty" and Lu Yuan, before adding quietly, "Let me remind you, kid, that's her true form right now."
"It has a physical form."
Lu Yuan was stunned and didn't react.
"What do you mean?"
The old man shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact.
"Being able to have children, of course!"
Lu Yuan: ..…….…”
Lu Yuan fell silent.
He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, but no one knew what he was thinking about.
Finally, he picked up the bowl and drank the last drop of noodle soup clean.
Snapped.
The bowls and chopsticks were gently placed on the low table, making a crisp sound.
After putting down his chopsticks, Lu Yuan looked up and said:
"We'll talk about this later. I came back because it's important."
"I suspect that Qingwan has an evil seed implanted in her head by the Ghost-Controlling Liu family."
Whether she's a "goddess of beauty" or not, let's put that aside for now.
Lu Yuan was in a hurry to come back because of Gu Qingwan.
Immediately, Lu Yuan recounted everything that had happened at Luoyan Slope to the old man in detail.
From Tan Jiji's appearance to the description of the evil seed, and then to the deepest guess in my heart.
The old man's mocking expression gradually faded. After listening, he looked up and gave Gu Qingwan a deep look at her expressionless face.
He nodded, his expression more serious than ever before.
"If what you say is true..."
"That's quite possible... Given her experiences, it's perfectly reasonable for the Ghost-Controlling Liu family to choose her as the embryo of an evil god."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the old man suddenly turned around.
"But I think that the Liu family's matter will most likely fall through in the end."
"She probably doesn't have that in her head."
People are always willing to believe what they want to hear.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he eagerly pressed for an answer:
"What's the reason?"
The old man shook his wine gourd and analyzed slowly:
"Just think about it, the Ghost-Controlling Liu family is going to worship an evil god, what a huge deal that is!"
"It is essential to choose a suitable place to raise the evil spirit, then arrange the offerings and prepare everything properly."
"Then, the most crucial step will take place: nailing the evil seed into the brain, right?"
"We can't just put the rice in the pot without doing anything first, and then go find a wood-burning stove, can we?"
Although this analogy is crude, the principle behind it is quite correct!
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up instantly. That's it!
Thinking about it carefully, this statement does seem to make sense!
Seeing that he had taken it to heart, the old man continued:
"Look at the spot where she was buried, Ningyuan Town. Does that look like a place that could raise an evil god?"
"Furthermore, since you dug her out yourself, was there anything strange or unusual arranged around her?"
Lu Yuan nodded repeatedly; the old man's analysis struck a chord with him.
Finally, the old man took a sip of wine and made the final decision.
"So, I guess the Ghost-Controlling Liu family originally had their eyes on her and had a plan all along."
"But due to some accident, the plan was interrupted, and before she could be transferred to the actual place for raising evil gods, the whole thing fell through." "Since she didn't get to the place, it's naturally impossible for her to be nailed into the evil seed."
In just a few sentences, the logic was clear and the reasoning was sound.
The huge weight on Lu Yuan's heart was instantly lifted, and he felt much more relaxed.
only……
Being relaxed doesn't mean being completely at ease.
Unless you're 100% certain, that thorn will always remain in your heart.
Lu Yuan's little scheme couldn't possibly escape the old man's notice.
After all, as Lu Yuan's master, the old man knew exactly what kind of shit Lu Yuan was going to produce the moment he made a move.
The old man glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and said:
"What are you thinking about now!"
"What else do you want?"
"Didn't that kid surnamed Tan say that, unless you pry open his head to take a look, nobody can say for sure about this thing?"
"Stop overthinking it, I guarantee it, there's no such thing!"
The old man had barely finished speaking.
Lu Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning and his tone extremely firm.
"Whether it exists or not..."
"Let's ask our ancestral master to come down and take a look!"
Lu Yuan had barely finished speaking.
The old man angrily slammed his pipe down.
With a "bang," it hit him right on the forehead.
"Alas!!!"
The old man puffed out his beard and glared, his spittle almost spraying onto Lu Yuan's face.
"Do you think our ancestral master is just a servant to you?!"
"Serving you hand and foot all day long, whenever I call?!"
Lu Yuan clutched his head, wincing in pain, but refused to budge, stubbornly shouting:
"So what!"
"Is this a small matter? Qingwan might have a ticking time bomb in her head!"
"If there is any, let the patriarch clean it up! If not, we can at least have peace of mind!"
He got more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes even shining.
"Besides, our patriarch is so powerful, what if he's in a good mood and removes the curse from Qingwan as well?" "Then we'll achieve our goal in one go and never have to steal incense offerings again!"
If you ask Lu Yuan, it would be best to have the patriarch come down to handle this matter.
One-time performance solves many problems!
Moreover, inviting the gods is not troublesome at all. Just take the ancestral master's tablet and call out to the ancestral master.
All the back and forth took only about ten minutes.
What's wrong?
Are they afraid that the patriarch won't come?
If you don't come, just keep calling!
If you can't get through by phone, try calling a few more times!
If you make ninety-nine missed calls to the ancestor, are you afraid he won't answer?
Moreover, Lu Yuan felt that his ancestors cared for him quite a bit and wouldn't refuse to come.
The old man trembled with anger at his self-righteous and shameless behavior.
"You don't know anything!"
"You think you've summoned the very patriarch himself?!"
"Our ancestors have been buried for ages! Their souls have returned to heaven and earth!"
"What you've invited is a trace of their divinity left between heaven and earth!"
"It's only through the generations of offerings from our disciples and their descendants that we've managed to barely keep this sliver of hope alive!"
The old man's voice suddenly became serious, with no trace of joking.
"That's not a living person; you can't bargain with it, and it can't listen to your explanations!"
"You call them out, and whatever they see and believe, that's what they'll do!"
He stared intently at Lu Yuan and asked, enunciating each word clearly:
"What if, by divine judgment, the Ancestral Master determines that Gu Qingwan is a complete and utter evil spirit?"
"What if we were to right there and do justice to her, and beat her to a pulp?!"
One sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured over Lu Yuan's head.
For a moment, Lu Yuan was speechless.
This……
I hadn't really thought about this before, or rather, I hadn't thought about it at all...
I didn't really know much about this before.
But thinking about it carefully, that makes sense.
If we could just summon the patriarch at will, and freely communicate and discuss things...
That would create chaos...
Moreover, this does not conform to the cycle of birth and death.
They are long gone.
They won't listen to my explanations, they won't consult with me.
They will only use their remaining "rules" to make judgments.
Qingwan, from any perspective, fits the definition of a "great evil spirit".
The entire side hall was deathly silent.
Seeing his distraught appearance, the old man sighed and softened his tone.
"Alright, stop overthinking it. I said it's nothing, so it's nothing."
After the old man finished speaking, he swayed as he got up, stretched his arms, and twisted his waist, saying:
"Get some rest. You're back so soon. You must be exhausted these past few days. Your eyes were practically popping out of their sockets just now."
Lu Yuan watched the old man about to leave, and for a moment felt incredibly awkward.
"Isn't there any other way?"
"I always feel uneasy about this."
The old man shook his head and said bluntly:
"no."
However, before Lu Yuan could say anything this time, the old man looked at Lu Yuan with a serious expression and said:
"Actually, you don't need to care about this."
"This matter will soon be no problem."
Lu Yuan was taken aback and asked with some curiosity:
"Um?"
Why do you say that?
The old man grinned menacingly and looked at Lu Yuan:
"Wouldn't it be enough to just kill the entire Ghost-Controlling Liu family?"
"Even if Gu Qingwan really does have an evil seed in her head, if no one can control it, then it's as if it doesn't exist, right?"
Lu Yuan blinked.
Hey!!
Is the old man a genius?!
Before Lu Yuan could say anything, the old man said:
"Alright, alright, go wash up and go back to sleep."
The old man was about to leave after speaking, but Lu Yuan grabbed him again and said seriously:
"Wait, wait, there's one more thing."
Ok?
The old man, who had been pulled back by Lu Yuan, stared at Lu Yuan speechlessly for a moment and said:
"Where do you get all this trouble from every day!"
"What else? Tell me quickly!"
Lu Yuan glanced at the silent "Goddess of Beauty" to the side, then looked at the old man with utmost seriousness.
"What you just mentioned about entanglements of fate—why haven't I felt any entanglement of fate at all?"
The old man frowned slightly and said:
"This thing is invisible and intangible, just like luck and destiny. Although you can't see or touch it, it really exists." After hearing the old man's words, Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow and said:
"How was she able to sense it?"
Lu Yuan pointed to the "Goddess of Beauty" who hadn't made any noise.
The old man glanced at the "Goddess of Beauty," then naturally looked down at Lu Yuandao:
"Can you compare to her? She's already a 'god,' so naturally she can perceive these ethereal things!"
Hearing the old man's words, Lu Yuan frowned and said:
"Since I can't perceive my own destiny, I also have no way to control it."
"Then how can I, as the main thread of destiny analysis, unravel the entangled fates between us?"
After Lu Yuan finished speaking, everyone in the room focused their attention on him.
The old man looked at Lu Yuandao with a bewildered and puzzled expression:
"You asked this..."
"What does that mean?"
Lu Yuan did not avoid the old man's gaze, but raised his head with complete composure, meeting the gaze of everyone in the room.
His voice was calm, so calm that it was completely still.
"I want to unravel the fateful entanglement between me and the 'Goddess of Beauty.'"
"I thank the patriarch for his kindness."
"But I won't accept it."
After saying that, Lu Yuan turned his gaze to the stunningly beautiful figure floating in the shadows.
"I don't want 'Beauty Goddess' to become the next Qingwan."
Finally, Lu Yuan's gaze fell back on his master, his eyes filled with an unprecedented firmness and determination.
"I don't want to become the kind of person I despise and hate the most."
"Why should a life's fate be forcibly tied to another person, treated as a so-called 'guardian' and 'appendage'?" "If I accept this with a clear conscience, how is it any different from Qingwan's so-called 'husband's family'?"