Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 627: Losing Miserably (33)

Taoist Chen started writing the letter a long time ago, but he has only been writing it recently.

The other party had anticipated this day, so he wrote the letter in advance and asked his confidant to hand the letter to Lingyi if anything happened to him.

Taoist Chen was not a talkative person when he was alive, but he wrote a lot in the letter after his death, which was as many as eight pages.

In the letter, he did not have the confidence he had in front of the villagers before. Instead, he was like a chatterbox old man, blabbering on and on about what was in his heart.

He was not a Liangshan monk at all, but just a wandering man, and he was illiterate at that.

After his hometown was massacred by the Demon Sect, he went south with the victims. Later, his hidden Taoist robe was discovered, so he could only stand out reluctantly.

After all, everyone was watching him at that time. If he did something slightly wrong, he might be beaten to death. He had no choice but to go ahead with the lie.

So, he called himself a monk and said that he had calculated that this place was a rare treasure and that everyone could settle down here.

After discovering that Zero-One might be able to read, he ordered people to gather food, rescued Zero-One, and then began to direct everyone to work.

And he was really lucky. Although this place was remote, there was no shortage of food, and gradually he became successful.

But he knew that he was not a cultivator after all. If someone discovered his whereabouts, the people of this place would lose their morale and be destroyed in an instant.

So, he made up a lie for himself that he was seriously injured, and the magic tricks he performed from time to time were actually his tricks to deceive people. As long as his hands were fast enough, he could pretend.

Because he was illiterate, he would patrol Lingyi's classroom under the guise of inspection, then secretly listen to the lessons and continue studying at night.

Since he was not a monk, Taoist Chen was just an ordinary old man. He needed to study each word repeatedly many times before he could remember it, and the words he wrote were also crooked.

At the beginning, Taoist Chen was complaining.

He said that it was very hard for him to pretend, and he had to make up more lies for one lie until he finally believed it.

He also said that the body-building exercises they had them practice every day were real, because he had been saved by a righteous monk, and these were taught to him by the other party.

When teaching, the other party said that this body-building method is easy to get started, and anyone with a little aptitude can develop a sense of Qi, but the upper limit is very low.

But he just couldn't raise it no matter what. It depends on whether Lingyi and the others can raise it.

He also said that he actually wanted to escape several times, but every time he walked far away, he turned around and saw the village under construction, and came back inexplicably.

The village needed a hope, and he was that hope.

As long as this bubble does not burst, it will always be able to hold on.

As for when it will break...we'll tell you when the time comes.

After reading the letter carefully, Lingyi took the letter into Taoist Chen's study.

The news of the Taoist priest's death was only known to the Taoist priest's close associates and Lingyi.

The Taoist priest's confidant is his granddaughter.

The little girl's parents passed away early. When she was found by the Taoist priest, she was lying in her mother's cold arms, sucking milk hard, but no milk came out.

Originally the Taoist priest didn't want to intervene, and he couldn't do anything about it, but when he walked around, the girl suddenly burst into tears loudly.

The cry moved Taoist Chen to pity her. He turned around, picked up the girl, joined the victims and walked here.

Taoist Master Chen, who was lying on the recliner, was already cold, but he had a smile on his face and a small gourd given to him by his granddaughter was hanging next to his hand. He looked like he was just asleep.

Looking at the Taoist priest at this time, Lingyi felt that he was just an ordinary old man.

He has traveled all over the country for decades and must have done a lot of bad things, and in the end he made a big fortune.

Sitting next to Taoist Chen, Lingyi felt that the other party had deceived him in the end.

I didn't give this letter to anyone else, but directly to myself, hoping to use it to tie myself down and be tied to this village forever.

The other party said nothing in the letter, but said everything.

Whether to go or stay depends on your thoughts.

But after reading the other party's letter, how could Lingyi leave?

"Old man, you are not honest."

With a sigh, Lingyi stood up and said to his granddaughter, "Where are the things?"

The other party retreated silently, and after a moment he took out a Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe was the most precious thing for Taoist Chen when he was alive, and it was also what he used to eat. The style of the Taoist robe was based on the style of the upright ones, or it could be said that it was the Taoist robe of the upright ones, which was accidentally obtained by Taoist Chen, and he gained the trust of the villagers.

There are flame-like patterns on it, and those patterns contain rare magic that makes it shine even in the cold winter.

Putting on his Taoist robe, Lingyi said to his granddaughter, "Let's go, it's time to work."

Pointing at Taoist Master Chen on the recliner, the granddaughter asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, he..."

"Cremate him, and announce to the public that Taoist Master Chen ascended to heaven in broad daylight. From now on, I will be the Taoist Master of the village."

With a wave of his hand, Taoist Chen's letter appeared repeatedly in his hand, as if it were magical.

However, Lingyi knew that this was just a technique. The key was very simple and could be mastered with a little practice.

But some things weigh more than a thousand pounds, but only a few ounces.

As long as others think it is magic, then it is magic.

As long as others think he is a monk, then he is a monk.

Seeing this, the granddaughter was surprised and looked at Lingyi with more scrutiny.

But Lingyi didn't care about these.

He just walked out of the study, announced the news to others, and said that he had received the true teachings and began to manage the village.

Throughout his entire life, Lingyi never developed a sense of qi.

However, among his and his granddaughter's descendants, there appeared two Qi-refining monks. In a battle with the Demon Sect, these two killed a Demon Sect monk of the seventh level of Qi-refining and became famous heroes.

Zero One, who died of old age, did not see this scene.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see Taoist Chen appear in front of him and whispered to him, "Lingyi, I'm here to pick you up."

"Well, did I do well?"

"It could not be better."

“Am I a good village chief?”

"You're the best one."

"……Thanks."

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the guest room of Wanfa Sect, where three immortal masters were looking at him.

Seeing that he had woken up, Master Miaofa stepped forward, took Lingyi's hand and asked with concern: "Disciple, how are you?"

It took Ling half a second to come back to his senses, and then asked, "How long have I been in there?"

"Two hours."

"...Only two hours? It's really just a dream."

After waking up from the dream, Lingyi realized that the time he had spent in the magic was not actually as long as his entire life.

A lot of the game was skipping over, but he didn't feel it while in the jutsu, and in the end it felt like a lifetime.

Looking back, he realized that he had been a small person all his life.

There were no magnificent experiences, no particularly outstanding heroic deeds, he just spent his life in an ordinary and dull manner.

But the impact the game brought to him was even stronger than "Tian Xing Jian".

"Heaven's Movement" is someone else's story, but "Glimmer of Light" is his own choice. He seemed to have returned to the past, connected with the land in his own way, and spent his life there.

A strong emotion echoed in his heart. He didn't know what this feeling was called, but he knew that he had developed an inseparable bond with this land.

Somehow, he felt that this game could have different choices and different endings.

But he no longer wanted to continue.

Taoist Chen's story has ended. The experience has been engraved in his heart, and he does not want the memory to change in any way.

Covering his face, he immersed himself in his memories, and after a while he whispered, "What a miserable loss."

(End of this chapter)