The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 91 Finally meet

Yin Zichuan knew that Zhou Yan and the others were giving him and Lian Niang some alone time.

He knew he had to make a decision to respond to Lian Niang's waiting and affection, but forty years of pain and separation were like a torrent separating him and Lian Niang.

He felt like a traitor.

Because I have forgotten those forty years.

For forty years, every single day, Lianniang waited for his return with hope.

He subconsciously hoped to postpone the meeting.

He worried that his presence in front of Lian Niang would frighten her, but the real fear lay in knowledge and learning. For the first time, he hated his own medical skills and physiognomy, which allowed him to easily see Lian Niang's true condition.

And all those medical skills he acquired were specifically for treating Lian Niang's illness, which was particularly ironic.

In Zhou Yan's view, Lian Niang's vitality was like a tiny flame.

Drifting in the wind, it doesn't know when it will go out.

But in his eyes, Lianniang's life was less like a tiny flame and more like an old moth drawn to a flame, too old to even flap its wings. The only reason the moth was still flapping its wings was because of that illusory flame and its obsession.

However, I just hope to wait for Yin Zichuan to return.

For her, this burning obsession still gave her some hope, allowing her to keep going day by day.

It can be used to satisfy one's obsession.

When she realized that Yin Zichuan was dead.

Just as the illusory light before a moth goes out, the aged moth will instantly stop flapping its wings, fall in front of the light, and never open its eyes again.

The difficulty of making choices is never about oneself.

It's about the cost.

Such a price is especially painful for the people involved.

It was to satisfy Lianniang's waiting, allowing her to pass away peacefully in contentment.

Or is it that even if we don't see each other, we can still let her live?

Two thoughts were swirling in Yin Zichuan's mind. Both choices were driven by his desires and came with their own price. However, given Lian Niang's age and the fact that she wasn't a vengeful ghost who had died a violent death, without having undergone the tempering of evil magic, her soul would be difficult to solidify and would quickly dissipate into the world.

The sunlight was warm. He watched his white-haired wife sitting in the place where he used to love reading, lost in thought, her eyes filled only with memories of the past. Time seemed to stand still. As they were lost in thought, it was as if his younger self was still in this room.

When the door was knocked on, Yin Zichuan didn't realize anything was wrong.

He was still muttering to himself.

"Why are the young master and the others back so soon?"

Even the valiant general Shen Cangming gave them time alone.

But when another version of himself appeared, and when the other person also claimed to be Yin Zichuan, the gossipy scholar was instantly filled with fear, followed by anger. He suddenly stood up and rushed outside.

"Fuck your mother..."

"Where did this swindler come from? Come here..."

Zhu Zicheng looked up at him, a half-smile on her face.

hum!
Invisible ripples spread out instantly, and Yin Zichuan felt as if he were caught in a spider web.

His limbs were entangled and bound by spider silk transformed from his primordial spirit.

With a thought, Yin Zichuan's vision was instantly reversed.

His primordial spirit transformed into a spider web, and he was directly suspended from it!

Even if it's a furnace for absorbing essence, it's still at the level of a seventh-rank Xuan official. Yin Zichuan is just a ghost that Wang Chun refined. Although his soul has been strengthened a lot during the forty years of continuous tempering, this ghost was prepared for alchemy.

He has neither skills nor supernatural abilities.

Zhu Zicheng glanced down, and Yin Zichuan remained motionless. He could only see his wife facing the demon, her eyes bloodshot, the clarity in her eyes beginning to cloud, and her body now carrying a trace of demonic aura.

you! ! !
Buzz————

The Buddhist lamp at Yin Zichuan's waist hummed softly, emitting a faint Buddhist aura that suppressed the hatred surging within him and the signs of his transformation into a demon.

Lianniang looked at 'Yin Zichuan' outside, her expression first blank, then joyful. That joy spread almost instantly, and her eyes, which had been turning gray, lit up.

Then this joy quickly spread little by little.

Zhu Zicheng's plan was straightforward: he would first kill the old woman, then transform into her likeness, bring out the wine stuffed with insect eggs, serve it to Zhou Yan and the others, then briefly trap Shen Cangming with spider silk, and take Zhou Yan away.

The officials in charge of beacon fires and pylons are not adept at sensing.

The Weaver Girl is skilled in the art of transformation.

Taoist officials need to chant incantations to open their divine eye, which is equivalent to the burning of an incense stick.

However, even a seventh-rank Xuan Guan's divine eye couldn't see through the treasure given by the Weaver Girl!

Besides, beacon towers have no reliable eyes.

As Yin Zichuan watched that scene, his aged self and his equally aged wife growing old together, it was almost like the scene he had longed for in his dreams. If he hadn't been there, he wouldn't have been able to recognize that the person outside wasn't him. Even the gossipy scholar felt a moment of disorientation and hesitation.

I wonder if the one acting as the ghost at this moment is truly myself, or if it's just a soul or spirit that has escaped from my body, and if my real self is still alive? Would it be better to let this still-living Yin Zichuan and Lian Niang meet?

The Buddha lamp emitted a gentle glow.

This kind of thought, which was interfered with and distorted by supernatural powers, was thus interrupted.

Zhu Zicheng took a step forward, sadness in her eyes, and said softly, based on what she had found out:
“Lianniang, you’ve grown old, and so have I… When I was gathering herbs for you, I fell off the mountain and was rescued by a woodcutter. I stayed there for a while. I did write to you, but the letter never arrived because I was taking the imperial examinations and serving as an official for thirty years. I couldn’t return home.”

"Now, I have finally reported to His Majesty, and His Majesty has graciously granted me permission to retire and live out my days, which is why I have the leisure to return."

"You've suffered all these years."

“I’ll take you and the child with me. Let’s go to Chang’an. I’ve missed you so much. Come with me. There are the best doctors there. Lianniang, let me take care of you.” Lianniang looked at the face she had longed for day and night.

But he took a step back.

She asked, "Who are you?"

Zhu Zicheng was stunned.

The magical power of transformation was actually discovered by an old woman in the countryside?
His expression was sorrowful and sincere as he softly said, "I am Zichuan."

Lianniang gazed intently at the face and said softly, "You look a lot like him, a lot like how I imagine him to be when he's old, but you are not him." The aged woman looked at Zhu Zicheng before her and said:
"If it were him, he would definitely say a lot."

"Where can one find such composure? And all that excuses and reasons?"

"He will definitely..."

For some reason, Lianniang thought of the past. When they were young, they were childhood sweethearts and played together. When they were young, he drove away the in-laws that her parents had arranged for her. In order to cure her illness, he learned this and that.

My husband should have been a top scholar.

He just...

"Xiaolian!"

"Miss Lian."

"Hehe, my wife."

"The child's mother."

"Lianniang, take good care of the child, I'm going to the mountain to find medicine..."

He just did it all for us, like a fool, learning everything.

Lianniang said, "If it really is him, he will definitely come back to see me no matter what. Why would he need so many excuses?"

"Passerby, if you are short of money, I can give you some."

"Life is full of challenges."

"But please don't lie to people."

The treasure bestowed by one of the great demons of this era, the foundational changes of a seventh-rank Xuan official, and even the spells on the soul—even the person who came here would subconsciously doubt whether they were truly at that level.

It is mysterious and profound, capable of using magic to interfere with the mortal world and accomplish all sorts of incredible things.

That is true supernatural power.

However, supernatural powers cannot overcome karma.

Karma cannot know the human heart.

Zhu Zicheng stared at the old woman in front of him and said, "I didn't want to be so rough... Fengsui is too sensitive to residual killing intent and bloodlust. If we make a move here, it will be easily detected."

However, there was no time to worry about that now.

He raised his hand, two fingers together, turning red, and thrust them towards Lian Niang's brow. Even though he had deliberately suppressed his strength to conceal it, the movement was still extremely fast, and an ordinary person could not dodge it at all.

boom! ! !
But at that moment, the earth cracked open, and the roots of the old locust tree emerged from the ground, grabbing Zhu Zicheng's arm and wrist. A burst of energy dissipated, and the soil beneath Zhu Zicheng's feet cracked open. Before the insect demon could react, its calf sank into the crack.

An old man, only about 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall, popped out of the ground, holding a cane covered with locust leaves. He looked drunk and swung the cane around.

"Go away!"

"My lord, I have done right by drinking this cup of wine with you."

"Remember to get me another drink later!"

A gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of locust blossoms, swept away the unique magical aura of the insect demon. One thing can overcome another; the insect demon's magic relies on the primordial spirit, scent, and toxins. The earth gods' expertise in exorcising evil spirits was just right to counter it.

Zhu Zicheng was stunned, then sneered, "The land of Guhuai Village?"

"A mere local official with a territory of only thirty or forty miles has come to his death!"

My wrist jerked.

The ancient locust tree's roots were directly broken by the shock, rising from the ground and kicking the old man away in just a few rounds. The old man fell to the ground, crying out in pain. Zhu Zicheng knew that with such a commotion, he could no longer use sneak attacks.

Feng Sui isn't good at precognitive sensing, but wherever a battle has taken place, the lingering malevolent energy cannot escape its detection. This solid battlefield instinct is extremely absurd.

Enraged, he struck at Lian Niang's forehead.

boom!
Something was thrown at me.

Zhu Zicheng didn't want to pay attention, but the thing hit her quickly and hard, striking her between the eyebrows with a crisp sound. Her brow was then covered with a brown, shell-like substance.

Physical attacks are useless.

However, the sudden tremor, the clear, flowing light, and the Buddhist chanting caused Zhu Zicheng to groan, feel a slight pain in his soul, take a step back, and greatly weaken his attack.

The object was bounced away and landed to the side.

The Buddhist lamps emitted a Buddhist aura.

Lianniang fell backward, stunned. The Buddha lamp glowed dimly, and she saw a young scholar in front of her, his arms outstretched, blocking her view. His figure was illusory yet real; she couldn't see his face, he was clearly just like a ghost.

Lianniang opened her mouth, but suddenly tears fell, and she cried uncontrollably.

'I am your husband now.'

'Therefore, I will definitely protect you.'

He was not a top scholar, not a high-ranking official, and not a ghost.

It's you, just [you].

That's fine.

(End of this chapter)