I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 107

Broken cup

A year later, eulogies were often sung among the people.

Qingxuan Immortal Master danced his two swords to kill all the evil spirits and protect the hustle and bustle.

From then on, there was no trouble in his cultivation. He carved statues and built temples, and his reputation was far away.

Pilgrims gather in front of the hall one after another, vying to offer incense sticks and pray.

Taoist lovers share the same niche and pay tribute to Shao for thousands of years.

This was the folk praise for Qiu Yin’an’s achievements in killing the demon clan, but Qiu Yin’an was not able to accept it calmly.

At that time, the appearance of the demon king caused him to lose Wan Qiongju. He was furious and wanted to kill all the demons to vent his pain.

Unexpectedly, when the halberd pierced its chest, he survived and became an immortal.

That day he opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were surrounded by clouds and mist, full of aura, and he was obviously in a fairyland.

An immortal lady came to congratulate you, “Congratulations to the immortal king for being ranked among the immortals.”

Qiu Yin’an was stunned for a moment. He lowered his eyelashes and asked, “Why am I still alive? Why don’t I die?”

Xian’e’s eyes were slightly startled. She had seen people who were ecstatic after ascending, and people who were so excited that they shed tears of pain, but this was the first time she had seen someone who was depressed.

Qiu Yin’an looked gloomy, “I don’t want to become an immortal, I want to die.”

“This -” Xian’e raised her fingers and lightly covered her lips. She was just here to guide the new Immortal Lord, but she didn’t know that she would encounter such a difficult Immortal Lord.

She wondered: “The Immortal Lord is now an immortal bone. Life and death are not determined by reincarnation. I’m afraid I can’t die by ordinary methods unless the immortal bones are removed.”

Qiu Yin’an: “Then tick it.”

Xian’e: “The Immortal Lord has no fault. The Heavenly Lord will not give you the punishment of eviscerating your bones. Besides, you have ascended now. You should understand that everything is determined by cause and effect. The past should be forgotten. I will take you to see the Heavenly Lord.”

Qiu Yin’an: “I won’t go. I don’t want to be in the immortal class. If I can’t die, I will go back to Xishan Palace. I will wait for him to come back to me.”

Qiu Yin’an stood up and walked up to the stone steps leading to the sky.

Xian’e hurriedly shouted from behind, “Xianjun, think twice, if you don’t go to see Tianjun today, you will have to be a homeless immortal in the future. Immortal status is rare. Now that you have the opportunity, don’t miss it.”

Qiu Yin’an turned a deaf ear and walked straight up the stone steps to the sky, heading towards the mortal world.

Now, a year has passed.

This year, Qiu Yin’an sometimes thinks about it openly, but sometimes he doesn’t.

He thought that Wan Qiongju had given his life in exchange for his safety, and that he should live up to his sacrifice, so he tried to live.

He thought that time could help him forget the pain, but in this Xishan Palace, everything was the shadow of Wan Qiongju, and the unforgettable pain only worsened and delayed him.

So Qiu Yin’an went out to travel in the mountains, but every time he saw a different scenery, his first reaction was that Wan Qiongju could not see such scenery.

Back then, when he had been sleeping for three years, Wan Qiongju saw him lying there, and there was hope. But now he couldn’t see or touch it, and Wan Qiongju didn’t even leave him a word to look forward to.

He often cursed in his heart that Wan Qiongju was a bad guy and was too cruel to him. After cursing, he could only cry while holding the cold soul-protecting lamp.

Over and over again, life is so painful.

On this day, he finally came up with a good idea. He wanted to sacrifice himself to the soul-protecting lamp, so that he could live and die with Wan Qiongju.

But before he died, he still had something to do.

There was a knock on the door, and the spirit rabbit outside the door reported, “Immortal Lord, Lord Yao has been brought here.”

Qiu Yin’an sat in front of the mirror and agreed, “Come in.”

Yao Ye was imprisoned in Hanling Baiya for a year, and Changchuan never came back with the news that he admitted his mistake. Now Qiu Yin’an no longer wants to fight with him. He wonders if Wan Qiongju will blame him for forgiving Yao Ye so easily.

Yao Ye walked up behind him and asked in shock: “Why is your hair turning white?”

Qiu Yin’an looked at himself in the mirror. Although he was immortal, his appearance would still change according to his mood. Over the years, he had become lovesick and depressed. At this moment, his hair was white and he looked particularly sad and haggard.

“That’s it since he’s gone.” Qiu Yin’an looked at Yao Ye in the mirror, “I’ll let you go back to Jiuling Mountain. Don’t hate him anymore. If you want to, just hate me.”

Yao Ye originally came with full of resentment, but seeing Qiu Yin’an like this, he couldn’t express his anger at all, but felt sour in his heart, “When I came back, I saw the temple enshrining your statue. You were holding two swords, and there was a man holding a flag standing next to you. I offered incense to you – you.”

Qiu Yin’an: “Back then, he sacrificed his soul to the lamp so that I could kill the demon clan. He should have a share of the credit, so the shrine enshrined to me must also have his image.”

Yao Ye: “Yin’an, you look very bad now.”

Qiu Yin’an: “It’s not important. You can go. I will be in seclusion tomorrow.”

Yao Ye: “How long?”

Qiu Yin’an: “I don’t know.”

Yao Zhiyi felt uneasy, “You won’t do something stupid because you can’t think about it, right?”

Qiu Yin’an lowered his eyes, “It’s been a year.”

Yao Ye: “Yeah, it’s been a year. You are definitely not as sad now as you were at the beginning. In three to five years, you may occasionally think about him. After ten or twenty years, you will definitely be able to completely forget the pain of losing him.”

Qiu Yin’an gave a shallow hum, and then said, “Let’s go.”

Yao Ye was inexplicably flustered. He stepped out, turned around and said, “If I had known you were so sad, I would never have planned for you to separate. Fortunately, I didn’t succeed. Yin’an, the matter has come to this, so just take it lightly. If you want me to accompany you, I will always–”

Qiu Yin’an interrupted Yao Ye, “You go, I’m tired.”

Yao Ye sighed, “Okay, you must come out as soon as possible.”

Yao Ye closed the door, and the room was silent. Qiu Yin’an summoned the soul-protecting lamp, “Xiao Wan, I tried to live for a year, but I really can’t hold on anymore. That day is a certain death, you should take me with you.”

The soul guard did not respond, Qiu Yin’an said to herself, “I still can’t believe that I will lose you that day. Everything happened too fast, like a dream. Sometimes I still imagine that when I wake up the next morning, you will appear next to me, hug me and say, Master, don’t be afraid, this is a dream, how could I leave you.”

“I looked forward to it at night, sat on the bed and waited until dawn, but I still haven’t waited for you.”

“I sometimes hate you. I hate why you are so affectionate towards me and why you risk your life for me. How can I forget you.”

“I know that you sacrificed yourself to bring me peace today. I should live well, but I really can’t bear it anymore. Can you please forgive me and let me die? You love me, so you must not be willing to blame me.”

The more Qiu Yin’an talked, the more he felt aggrieved. He hugged the soul-protecting lamp and cried so hard that his whole body trembled.

When all his tears were gone, he sat cross-legged on the couch, placed the soul-protecting lamp in front of him, formed a seal with his hands, and the spiritual light lingered on his fingertips. When the breeze blew through his body, he pushed the talisman lamp, and he turned into a ball of brilliant light and got into the soul-protecting lamp.

The golden light of the soul-protecting lamp suddenly surged, trembling violently. Qiu Yin’an didn’t know why she could still sense all this.

He was blinded by the bright light, and then there was a crisp crack, the soul-protecting lamp exploded by itself, and he was ejected.

Qiu Yin’an was greatly disappointed, “Am I not even good enough to offer sacrifices? Do I have to live in such pain?”

Suddenly, there was a strange spiritual power floating in the void, “Wan Qiongju, is that you?”

Qiu Yin’an’s mouth suddenly tightened, and she seemed to be sure that it was Wan Qiongju’s breath, “Wan Qiongju, please come back, I beg you, no matter what method you use, you have to find a way to come back. I really can’t stand not having you around anymore.”

The aura seemed to be able to hear his shouts. It gathered more and more, and became thicker and thicker. Finally, it actually condensed into a soul, lying in front of him.

Qiu Yin’an finally saw the figure he thought about day and night.