Chapter 627: Losing Miserably (33)

Chen Daochang started writing the letter a long time ago, but he has been writing it until recently.

The other party had expected this day to come, so he wrote the letter in advance and asked his confidant to hand it to Lingyi if he got into trouble.

Chen Daochang was not a talkative person when he was alive, but he wrote a lot in the letter after his death, which was eight pages.

In the letter, he did not have the confidence he had in front of the villagers before. Instead, he was like a chatterbox, spitting out his inner thoughts.

He was not a Liangshan monk at all, but just a wandering man, and he was illiterate.

After his hometown was slaughtered by the demon sect, he went south with the disaster victims, and then someone found his hidden Taoist robe, so he could only stand up reluctantly.

After all, at that time, everyone was watching him, and he might be beaten to death if he did something wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and lie.

So, he called himself a monk and said that he calculated that this place was a rare treasure land and everyone could settle here.

After discovering that Lingyi might be literate, he specially asked people to gather food, rescued Lingyi, and then began to direct everyone to work.

And his luck was really good. Although this place was remote, there was no shortage of food, which gradually made him famous.

But he knew that he was not a monk after all. If someone saw his whereabouts, the people in this place would be demoralized and destroyed in an instant.

So, he wove a lie that he was seriously injured, and the magic he made from time to time was actually his tricks to travel around the world. As long as his hands were fast enough, he could pretend.

Because he was illiterate, he would patrol Lingyi's class under the guise of patrolling, then secretly listen to the class and continue to study at night.

Because he was not a monk, Taoist Chen was just an ordinary old man. He needed to study each word repeatedly many times before he could remember it, and the words he wrote were also crooked.

At first, Taoist Chen was complaining.

He said that he was pretending very hard, and he had to make up more lies for a lie, until he believed it in the end.

He also said that the body-building method they practiced every day was real, because he was once saved by a righteous monk, and this was taught to him by the other party.

When teaching, the other party said that this body-building method was easy to get started, and anyone with some qualifications could cultivate a sense of qi, but the upper limit was very low.

However, he never cultivated it, so it depends on whether Lingyi and the others can cultivate it.

He also said that he actually wanted to escape several times, but every time he walked far away, he turned his head and saw the village under construction, and inexplicably came back.

The village needs a hope, and he is that hope.

As long as this bubble does not burst, it can always hold on.

As for when it will burst... let's talk about it when the time comes.

After reading the letter carefully, Lingyi took the letter into Taoist Chen's study.

The news of the Taoist's death was only known to the Taoist's confidant and Lingyi.

The Taoist's confidant is the Taoist's granddaughter.

The little girl's parents passed away early. When the Taoist priest found her, she was lying in her cold mother's arms, sucking milk, but she couldn't suck it out.

Originally, the Taoist priest didn't want to care, and he couldn't care, but when he walked around, the little girl suddenly cried loudly.

This cry moved Taoist priest Chen's sympathy. He turned around and picked up the little girl, joined the victims, and walked here.

Taoist priest Chen, who was lying on the recliner, was already cold, but with a smile on his face, and the small gourd given to him by his granddaughter was still hanging by his hand. He looked like he was just asleep.

Looking at the Taoist priest at this time, Lingyi felt that he was just an ordinary old man.

After traveling around for decades, he must have done a lot of bad things, and finally cheated a lot of money.

Sitting next to Taoist priest Chen, Lingyi felt that he had deceived himself in the end.

This letter was not given to others, but directly to himself, hoping to use this letter to tie himself to this village forever.

The other party didn't say anything in the letter, but said everything.

Whether to go or stay, it all depends on Ling Yi's thoughts.

But after reading the other party's letter, how could Ling Yi leave?

"Old man, you are not honest."

With a sigh, Ling Yi stood up and said to his granddaughter: "Where are the things?"

The other party retreated silently, and after a moment, he took out a Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe was the most precious thing of Taoist Chen during his lifetime, and it was also the thing that Taoist Chen used to eat.

The style of the Taoist robe was based on the upright, or it was the upright Taoist robe, which was accidentally obtained by Taoist Chen, and thus gained the trust of the villagers.

It has flame-like patterns on it, and the patterns contain rare magic, which makes it shine even in the cold winter.

Putting on the Taoist robe, Lingyi said to his granddaughter: "Let's go, it's time to work."

Pointing at Taoist Chen on the recliner, the granddaughter whispered: "Grandpa..."

"Cremate him, and announce to the public that Taoist Chen ascended to heaven in broad daylight. From now on, I will be the Taoist of the village."

Stretching out his hand, the letter from Taoist Chen appeared repeatedly in his hand, as if it were magical.

But Lingyi knew that this was just a technique, and the key was very simple, and it could be mastered with a little practice.

But some things are not as heavy as a thousand pounds, but as heavy as four taels.

As long as others think it is a magic, then it is a magic.

As long as others think he is a monk, then he is a monk.

Seeing this, the granddaughter was surprised, and looked at Lingyi with a little more scrutiny.

But Lingyi didn't care about these.

He just walked out of the study, announced the news to others, and said that he had received the true teachings and started to manage the village.

Throughout his life, Lingyi never developed a sense of Qi.

However, among his and his granddaughter's descendants, there were two Qi-refining monks. These two killed a Qi-refining seventh-level demon monk in an encounter with the Demon Sect and became famous heroes.

Lingyi, who died of old age, did not see this scene.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see Taoist Master Chen appear in front of him and whispered to him: "Lingyi, I'm here to pick you up."

"Well, did I do well?"

"It couldn't be better."

"Am I a good village chief?"

"You are the best one."

"...Thank you."

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the guest room of the Wanfa Sect, and three immortal masters were looking at him.

Seeing that he had woken up, Master Miaofa stepped forward, took Lingyi and asked with concern: "Disciple, how are you?"

It took Lingyi half a minute to come back to his senses, and then asked: "How long have I been in there?"

"Two hours."

"...Only two hours? It's really a dream."

After waking up from the dream, Lingyi realized that the time he spent in the magic was not as long as his whole life.

A lot of content in the game was skipped, but he didn't feel it in the magic, and it felt like he had spent a lifetime in the end.

Looking back, he found that he had been a small person all his life.

There were no magnificent experiences, no particularly outstanding heroic deeds, just a plain life.

But the impact of the game on him was stronger than "Tian Xing Jian".

"Tian Xing Jian" is someone else's story, but "Weak Light" is his own choice. He seemed to have returned to the past, and connected with the land of the past in his own way, and spent his whole life.

Strong emotions echoed in his heart. He didn't know what this feeling was called, but he knew that he had developed an inseparable emotion with this land.

Somehow, he felt that this game could have different choices and different endings.

But he didn't want to continue.

The story of Master Chen had ended, and that experience had been engraved in his heart, and he didn't want that memory to change.

Covering his face, he immersed himself in his memories, and after a while he whispered, "What a miserable loss."