Scientific Travel

Few people knew Chi Lin's true identity. Whether in the imperial court or among the common people, everyone only recognized the old national teacher and did not know his junior brother.

Even Cui Wuji was unaware that Chi Lin's fortune-telling was remarkably accurate. He had always believed that those events were predicted by the old imperial advisor.

The reason I brought him along this time was at the request of the old national teacher.

Chi Lin's white hair has increased significantly. Previously, he only had two strands on his forehead, but now even the stray hairs scattered on his sides have turned silver in some strands.

“I’ve already come to the answer to the question we discussed last time,” Chi Lin said. “Aren’t you curious?”

"I'm not curious." Deng Yin was only curious about how to solve the problem, not what caused it to happen.

Moreover, there are only a few reasons for natural disasters, which Deng Yin understands from a scientific perspective, but he doesn't believe in supernatural phenomena.

"But what if I said that answer...is related to you?"

Deng Yin sarcastically remarked, "I wasn't born in a yin year, yin month, or yin hour. Before you do your fortune telling next time, try calculating my birth chart first."

Cui Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

What does she mean?

The fate of immortals is not something mortals can predict. Moreover, judging from her tone, it seems she genuinely believes Chi Lin has that ability.

The cabin door opened, and Gou Dan was still getting soaked in the rain. The rain wall could only protect the wearer from the rain; Gou Dan was completely drenched.

"Hey, why don't you two go inside and chat?" Gou Dan said, his voice slurred as if he were submerged in water, spitting out water as he spoke.

The atmosphere, which had been tense, became much more relaxed after Gou Dan's interruption.

Seeing his disheveled state, Deng Yin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Noticing Gou Dan's resentful gaze, Deng Yin suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "Since you've put it that way, let's come in and talk."

“You came alone,” Deng Yin added.

This person must have some real skills. Although he didn't know what the man was going to say, Deng Yin didn't want others to know.

It was impossible to go through the window, so Deng Yin led the two of them through the underground passage.

Chi Lin didn't use an umbrella, and within seconds of entering the rain, he was soaked to the bone.

Deng Yin used the old method again, letting the two of them go in first, and then she would finish by taking the tree and lake at the end.

Even though those people had witnessed Deng Yin's ability to make things disappear instantly, compared to his ability to control water, it was nothing.

Of the group, only Zhao Shanglan was not surprised.

It's perfectly normal for a goddess like her to do something extraordinary.

The temperature is different now than before. When Gou Dan came back, he first took a hot bath and then changed his clothes.

Deng Yin didn't give Chi Lin clean clothes, so he made him talk in wet clothes.

But he wasn't treated too harshly. Deng gave him a cloth and gestured for him to wipe himself.

Because of his white hair, Chi Lin looked like a highly enlightened monk. His wet hair did not make him look disheveled, but rather added to his charm.

Yes, in Deng Yin's opinion, Chi Lin was even less human than her.

More like a deity.

The gods in the painting all look like him, aloof and cold, except for one with unusual hair color.

When guests arrive, you should definitely pour them a cup of tea. Deng Yin doesn't usually drink tea, and since he hasn't been back for so long, there's definitely no tea in the room.

Deng Yin was particular; since there was no tea, she poured Chi Lin a glass of watermelon juice instead.

Freshly squeezed juice shouldn't be wasted, so Deng Yin put the squeezed juice pulp into the bowl as well.

The cup is too small; if we were to drink from it, it wouldn't be able to fit two large pieces of fruit.

Yes, Deng Yin squeezed two cups of juice, and she put the pulp from her cup into Chi Lin's bowl as well.

We can't waste it, but she doesn't like to eat it, so we might as well give it to him.

The watermelon was chilled, and the temperature was already low. Chi Lin was soaked to the bone, and now he was drinking chilled watermelon juice. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, you could still see that he was shivering if you looked closely.

Deng Yin didn't notice; she hadn't looked closely.

"Speak, what do you want to tell me?" Deng Yin still disliked Chi Lin and wanted to get straight to the point.

"you are not human."

Chi Lin immediately launched into a big statement, and Deng Yin couldn't hold it in, spitting out a mouthful of watermelon juice.

Fortunately, she didn't spray Chi Lin directly, but some red stains still got on his clothes.

The watermelon juice stood out starkly against his white shirt, and Deng Yin said somewhat embarrassedly, "Um...um...I have clean clothes, why don't you go change?"

"No need." Chi Lin was a bit of a germaphobe; he already found the red stains on his clothes unacceptable, let alone someone else's.

Seeing that he looked unwell, Deng Yin explained, "You came up here and said I wasn't human, as if you were insulting me. I didn't mean to spray you all over."

“That’s not what I meant.” Chi Lin frowned, his speech quickening; he just wanted to finish and leave as soon as possible. “I’ve never met anyone who couldn’t foresee fate; you’re the first. I won’t doubt my methods; I’ll only doubt you.”

"Anyone whose fate I can't predict is either not human, or..."

"They are from another world. And you, which one are you?"

Deng Yin was shocked. She knew Chi Lin was accurate, but she didn't expect him to be this accurate.

"Which one do you think I am?" Deng Yin threw the question back at Chi Lin.

Chi Lin thought for a moment and said seriously, "I think you are the latter. Although you have many methods that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, I think people in every world are different. Perhaps people in some worlds have all kinds of powerful abilities."

Compared to Chi Lin's fortune-telling abilities, Deng Yin admired his imagination more.

Many people believe in God, but very few believe that there is another world besides this one.

“You’re right, I’m indeed not from this world.” Deng Yin hadn’t forgotten what Chi Lin had said before. “But what did you mean when you said on the ship that the natural disaster was related to me? Do you think my arrival brought about this disaster?”

“No, I said it’s related to you because I think you will end this natural disaster.” Fearing she wouldn’t believe him, Chi Lin continued, “For someone from another world like you, coming to another world, there are only two possible outcomes.”

"The first outcome is that you lead everyone to survive and end this natural disaster."

"The second outcome is that you will destroy the world. Natural disasters will be caused by you, and as long as you are alive, disasters will continue to plague the world."

"Then why do you think I'm the first type?" Deng Yin stared intently into Chi Lin's eyes. "What if I really brought about the natural disaster? My goal is to destroy this world!"

“You wouldn’t.” Chi Lin had never doubted her like this before. “If you really wanted to destroy this world, we wouldn’t be sitting here having a heart-to-heart talk right now. I should have never seen you before.”

If a person has a weakness, all their enemies in the world will know it.

Deng Yin got to where she is today step by step because of Wang Xi's matter, but she never expected that someone would give her a "good person" card based on this.

“You’re overthinking it. Even if I don’t want to destroy this world, I don’t want to save it either,” Deng Yin said. “To me, everyone in this world is the same, like people who only appear in a dream, fleeting and transient.”

Chi Lin had never lied in his life; the concept of lying didn't exist in his mind at all. "Then why did you go to all this trouble to save her? Wouldn't it have been better to just let her die?"

If Deng Yin hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would have found it hard to believe that someone like him would say such a thing.

It's like a compassionate deity suddenly saying that all living beings are adrift, and whether they live or die is irrelevant.

“I don’t think I did a lot. I didn’t save her life; her parents did. They are the people in my dreams, and I just happened to be dreaming.”