Demon King's Repayment - chapter 137

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Yuan Xiang helped her pull up the robe that was about to fall. The shabby robe was very soft and delicate, with faintly beautiful lines on top of it, which was obviously not a normal thing.

“Don’t do that, A Qing. Dushuo left his robe for you, hoping to keep you safe. He sacrificed a lot to save you and you can’t let him down.”

Hu Qing stretched out her hand to grip the collar of the robe tightly, tears falling drop by drop, “The first time I saw Lord, he was wearing this feather robe. He raised the hunter’s trap, smiled and said to me, ‘Run, little guy, next time I won’t care about you.’ But the next time, he still took care of me.”

Hu Qing rubbed the soft cloth lightly on her cheeks, recalling the gentle mountain od in the forest, “At that time, this robe was so beautiful, with white lines and radiant brilliance. It was worn by the Lord, like a God descending from the sky.”

He was the God and would always be her God.

The little fox began to like sneaking from home to the mountain temple to play.

There were many humans going in and out of the temple from time to time. They were holding sacrificial joss sticks and kneeling in front of God to pray.

Human beings’ desires were always endless. Some wanted to have a boy, others wanted to marry a wife, wanted a title on the gold list and wanted to be free from drought next year, they all came to the Lord. They also didn’t think, how could the Lord give birth for them, find a wife for them or even go to the examination room for them?

But the Lord always supported his lower jaw with great interest at that time, sat aside and listened to them. Most of the time, he didn’t care about them, but occasionally he would do one or two things for them. For example, making rain fall to moisturize the dry fields and control demons to not let them go to the fields to destroy them.

A Qing often couldn’t help but steal some sacrifices sent by humans. Their food was really delicious.

At that time, Lord Dushuo would just smile, pinch the back of her neck and lift her up, “You can’t eat any more, you need to lose weight.”

But A Qing would eat it next time.

She started to fall in love with Lord Dushuo. There were too many spirits in the mountains that liked Lord and he was always surrounded by various little spirits.

Lord Dushuo liked music the most. In order to win his love, A Qing entered the human world and learned how to play the pipa.

From then on, in the green mountains and bamboo forests, under the moon and between the flowers, there were sometimes cold strings with clear corners as the wonderful music played alone.

At that time, Lord Dushuo would sit next to her, squint his eyes slightly and listen.

“That was the happiest time for me.” Hu Qing said to Yuan Xiang, “I always thought that I could play with the Lord for a long time and there would never be a day I’ll be tired of it.”

Zhou Deyun heard her story and shook his head, “The prestige of the Taoist Miao Dao is far-reaching and he is regarded as the first head in the cultivation world. But I only know that he is above the temple, no matter how people hunt innocent spirits, he never carries the real suffering of the people. I think he is far worse than Sir.”

When Yuan Xiang heard him mention her Shifu, she thought of when Zhou Deyun said that he had a relationship with her Shifu when he was a boy, so she asked, “How did Brother Zhou meet my Shifu?”

“I still vaguely remember that I was seriously ill that year, I was reckless and was about to ruin my life. My parents were so anxious that they took me to seek medical advice. Who knew I would meet Sir traveling with lady Yun? Hearing that I was crying badly, Sir poured a bowl of water on the side of the road, chanted amulets, painted mantras and persuaded my parents to feed me. I got much better at that time and was able to get up and drink the next half bowl of porridge.”

“Sir saved the world and saved people, he is a bodhisattva with a heart, this should be the model of the immortal men,” Zhou Deyun concluded.

Listening to what he said, Yuan Xiang couldn’t help but think of the time when her Shifu lived in Queqiu. As long as people approached his door in trouble, he would not shy away from them and would always help them with enthusiasm. The number of humans he had helped and healed were countless. Not only human beings, but also some little demons who came begging at the door, he helped everyone equally. As a result, there were more little demons living in the yard.

In fact, the Shifu was not a human being. He was a demon, but he was willing to treat humans kindly and treat all life in the world equally.