Demon King's Repayment - chapter 311

When that voice sounded, the hustle and bustle around seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Yuan Xiang raised her head in surprise.

People were still walking around, talking to each other. Yuan Xiang could even clearly see Nan He turning his face to talk to her.

Wuyuan stood up and took the food on the table. Dushuo handed a pair of chopsticks to Hu Qing. Qingyuan rolled up his sleeves and handed pancake to Cheng Huang, while Cheng Huang and Dan Luo both showed disdain.

All that was right beside her, clearly visible.

But it seemed to be far away from her, she seemed to be isolated from the whole world suddenly, everything was like peeping through the screen, and she was just a bystander. From the angle she was at, all the whispers in the world entered her ears clearly.

Although chaotic and complicated, Yuan Xiang could understand it all in an instant.

“I can hear everyone’s voice, I can hear it clearly,” the voice just sounded again.

Yuan Xiang turned her face and saw the little boy standing not far behind her.

He still wore the ordinary and plain cotton short coat, holding the piece of pancake Yuan Xiang gave in his hand, his brows were pure and clear, with a kind of compassion and holiness to see through the world.

Such a look appeared on his face at a young age, and there was no sense of disobedience. There was even an urge to kneel down and worship him.

“Who…who are you?” Yuan Xiang knew that she might have encountered another strange existence.

“I’m the person you want to find on this trip,” the immature child’s voice sounded with a unique echo. 

The boy smiled gently, “When I was a cultivator, they called me Sanjun. Let me tell you this as my name.”

“Ah, Patriarch Sanjun?”

Yuan Xiang was stunned. She came so far, just to ask this recognized God. But she never expected that the majestic and dignified Patriarch Sanjun, who was molded in the temple, turned out to be such a boy.

The God seemed to know what she was thinking, he said, “I have left the body, into the state of ecstasy, dissolved in the world, and everything in the world could be my incarnation. I’m not restricted to a specific body.”

“It turns out to be… like this?”

Yuan Xiang didn’t know what manners should be used to face this famous God. According to the custom, should one kowtow to the great God? But even though she had lived in this era for so many years, she still hadn’t developed the habit of kneeling to anyone, so she had to bow her head, “I have seen Sanjun.”

“You don’t need to be polite, Sangjun is just a name given to me by the world. I am soluble in thousands of living beings. I know what all beings think, and the sorrow and suffering of all things.”

The little boy looked directly at Yuan Xiang with water-clear eyes, “It’s just that in this endless world, why did a creature like you appear? You are like a rock that suddenly appeared in the water, with a small body. Unknowingly, it slightly changed the direction of the flowing water. Who are you? Where are you from?”

“Me?” Yuan Xiang opened her mouth. It was just two simple questions, but it was like a clear ring that knocked on Yuan Xiang’s heart, shocking her.

Yuan Xiang contemplated for a while, as if she felt that her heart was faintly loosened, and she seemed to be about to make a breakthrough.

She had been in this strange world for many years. She had seen a lot of Taoists.

Her master Yu Yao was a great demon who was proficient in fortune-telling. But even Yu Yao couldn’t see through her as a being from a different time and space at a glance.

Yuan Xiang thought for a while and answered that question carefully, “I don’t know why I could come here. I did come from the future. But in any case, I am still myself, and I have not changed.”

She respectfully saluted Sangjun, “The junior came here today to ask you for advice. How can I go to Nanming?”

Sanjun looked at her for a long while and suddenly said something that was not shocking to Yuan Xiang, “He is trapped in Nanming because he did it voluntarily. You don’t have to go, and you can’t go.”

“Do you know my master?” Yuan Xiang was anxious. She stretched out her hand, trying to grab the boy’s sleeve, “Why did my master get trapped in Nanming? Why can’t I go?”

The incarnation of Sangjun faded slowly, and the snow-white and fine crystals scattered like grains of sand. The afterimage of his calm smile remained in the air for a moment, and finally disappeared into the world.

When the crystals disperse, the surroundings immediately become vivid. The voices of people talking, the buzzing sound of pancakes coming off the pot, instantly returned to Yuan Xiang’s mind.

“What’s wrong, Ah Xiang?” Nan He asked her.

“I just saw him,” Yuan Xiang still couldn’t recover.

“Saw who?”

Yuan Xiang didn’t answer right away, looking up at the huge idol standing in the temple.