Chapter 622 Retired Teacher

The figure in a blue monk's robe, hands clasped, eyes lowered in silence, continued his daily climb, ignoring the words of the skeleton.

The skeleton continued,

"All illusionists in the world can obtain it, except you. You are not chosen by the gods. You are a heretic among illusionists."

"If you are willing to return to the real world, perhaps there will be a way out when the world is turned upside down. If you dare to covet the authority of the gods, only destruction awaits you. Memories fade, and you were more sensible back then."

Hearing the last sentence, Wuhen Master finally raised his eyes, his voice heavy like a bell, deep like a drum, "I retreated back then only because my cultivation was insufficient. I have endured for twenty years since then, just for today."

"What good is enduring for twenty years? Twenty years ago, you were level 9, and twenty years later, you are still level 9. What's the difference?" the skeleton seemed disdainful.

Wuhen Master slowly said, "Then what do you fear?"

These words seemed to stimulate the skeleton, and the soul fire in its eye sockets flared up, "shouting"

"Back then, you rats sneaked into the Temple of the Gods and almost destroyed the balance of the spirit realm. The curse didn't kill you, so you should have hidden well. Now you come to steal divine power again, seeking death. This is seeking death."

Wuhen Master's expression faltered for a moment, "They are already dead, and Ling Tuo has also fallen. We were too impatient back then. If we had waited for Ling Tuo and Zhang Tianshi to advance to demigods, or waited for Chu Shang to digest the authority left by the ancestor of the Chu family, the outcome would have been different."

After a pause, Wuhen Master's expression became devoid of joy or sorrow, as if he had attained great enlightenment, and said,

"The past is gone.

"I will not die, I will only advance to a demigod. If I occupy that part of the authority, the world will have one less illusion god, and your so-called god will be weakened by one point. When the great calamity arrives, the illusionist profession will never be complete. He is not a god either, don't defile the gods. I know his name... Outer Heavenly Demon."

"Bold!" The skeleton's "voice" shook the entire world, "Do not directly call the name of the gods."

Wuhen Master continued, "You can't stop me. I am an illusionist, and I am qualified to enter the palace and obtain authority. This is the rule of the spirit realm, and your god cannot stop it either."

The skeleton sneered, "Since you refuse to embrace yourself, refuse to follow your true heart, then you will never be able to obtain divine power. I am curious, what made you persist for twenty years."

Wuhen Master suddenly stopped, looked at the gatekeeper of the palace, and slowly said, "Because I am a member of the Xiaoyao organization. The organization's creed is... to prevent the destruction of the world."

He stepped over two steps.

"To protect the peace of the world."

Again stepped over two steps.

"We can do anything."

Stepped over two steps again.

At this time, he and the skeleton were less than a meter apart, with only two steps left, but Wuhen Master stopped. These two steps seemed to be an insurmountable barrier.

The skeleton seemed relieved, and the soul fire in its eye sockets burned smoothly, "More than twenty years ago, you also stopped at the last two steps. Memories fade, as I said just now, if you are unwilling to embrace your nature, how can you advance to an illusion god? You can't get past it. The power of the illusion god will destroy your reason and turn you into a madman more depraved than Ling Tuo."

Wuhen Master stood in place and calmly asked, "So, you think I came here again after twenty years to reminisce?"

The soul fire in the skeleton's eye sockets stagnated.

Wuhen Master clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice:

"Amitabha, this old monk sealed himself for twenty years, just to refine his heart!"

The last two steps were taken in one stride.

After more than twenty years, he finally completed the steps and arrived at the most pinnacle place for illusionists.

"You..." The soul fire in the skeleton's eye sockets trembled violently, unable to distinguish whether it was anger or fear, and roared, "Why can't you conform to your nature, why don't you embrace yourself, you are an illusionist, you are an illusionist!!"

Wuhen Master didn't look at it, just gently pointed a finger: "Amitabha, the Buddha said, you should return to nothingness."

The soul fire in the skeleton's eye sockets went out.

This gatekeeper, who should have been a dungeon boss, fell into eternal silence.

.........

Dream Palace.

The Grand Elder of the Southern Faction on the golden throne suddenly raised his head and looked at the highest point in the dark.

"Master?"

The Grand Elder stood up and looked up at the sky.

No one responded, but then, the palace shrouded in thick fog began to become illusory, the pillars supporting the dome disappeared, the red carpet disappeared, and even the golden throne beneath him began to disappear.

The entire palace was like an oil painting that was fading away, and the only thing unaffected was the six-meter-tall cloaked figure.

The Grand Elder of the Southern Faction.

In a moment, the palace completely disappeared, and a new picture was born. The blue sky unfolded like a curtain, and the sun was also outlined. Then there was an endless grassland, spreading out in the field of vision, spreading to the horizon.

After the grassland formed, a gem-like lake "gurgled" out in the depression.

Then, herds of horses appeared, and flocks of birds appeared.

A grand scene of the grassland was outlined, but in the next second, the scene of the grassland turned into a barren desert, and the desert turned into an aquarium-like seabed.

In just ten seconds, the Grand Elder experienced oceans, grasslands, deserts, forests, and other landscapes.

These were both illusions and reality.

Finally, all the scenery faded away, and thin dark clouds spread from the horizon, the sky became dim and pale, the dark brown earth undulated, and decayed bones were like sores growing on the earth.

This seemed to be an ancient battlefield. In addition to human bones, there were also bones of large animals. Some of the bones were even grotesque, with six legs, three cervical vertebrae, and nine tails...

Some of the bones cracked and rotted under the erosion of time, while others shone brightly, rich in spirituality, and were materials of extremely high quality.

In the center of the earth was a lake of blood, and a towering ancient palace floated on the lake. The figure in a blue monk's robe stood in front of the palace.

The picture froze at this point.

The Grand Elder looked around the world, his eyes finally falling on the figure in blue.

Dark light flashed under the cloak, like a changing expression. The Grand Elder exclaimed, "Wuhen Master has advanced to a demigod?"

A ethereal and grand voice came from the high altitude:

"Contact Ling Tuo!"

The dark light under the cloak flashed again, and then he lowered his head, "Yes, Master!"

.........

September 20th.

Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, stood at the P2 entrance of the underground parking garage, happily waving to the mature woman walking from afar.

The woman was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt. The hem of the shirt was tucked into her waist, outlining her slender waist. Her beautiful hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders and back.

A pair of black sunglasses were perched on her smooth forehead, and beneath the sunglasses was a delicate and three-dimensional face.

She dragged a small boarding case and ran towards Zhang Yuanqing with a bright smile, her high heels clattering.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his arms to greet her and hugged the woman, "Mom, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for a month. You're even younger and more beautiful. People who don't know would think you're my sister."

Fu Xue giggled and said, "You should save that mouth of yours for coaxing Guan Ya. Don't you dare use it on other women."

Zhang Yuanqing felt aggrieved and said, "Can't I even coax you?"

Fu Xue glared at him.

Zhang Yuanqing diligently took the mother-in-law's suitcase, opened the car door, and invited her into the car.

There was a reason for his diligence. After the scholars of the "Mechanical Research and Development Company" worked day and night to tighten screws, the first batch of mechanical weapons had been built and it was time for delivery.

This delivery wasn't as simple as one hand exchanging money for goods. Presumably knowing that Fu Qingyang wasn't around, the headquarters had stirred up trouble again and made two requests.

First: They wanted to pay a deposit first and try it out for two months before paying the balance.

Second: They requested a free three-year warranty.

It was a traditional skill of the officialdom to make it difficult to settle project payments.

And within this, there were also personnel from relevant departments who needed to be taken care of, and relevant responsible persons took the opportunity to solicit benefits, etc., so they had to face cumbersome procedures and also haggle with the officialdom.

Xiahou Aotian definitely couldn't handle this.

The protagonist would only slam the table and arrogantly say: How dare you cause trouble when you don't obediently hand over the money? Are you seeking death?

Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't do this either. Although he was good at socializing, he couldn't stand the behavior of using power for personal gain and embezzling public funds.

If he were to handle it, he would probably have to go to the Tribunal again.

After thinking about it, only the mother-in-law, who had first-class social skills, first-class business acumen, and was also a shareholder of the company, could handle it.

So Zhang Yuanqing called her and said that the three-year period had passed and asked Fu Dragon King to return to her position.

As the car drove out of the airport, Fu Xue sat elegantly in the seat, opened a small mirror to touch up her makeup, and casually said:

"Why didn't that dead girl come to pick me up?"

"Tired, sleeping."

"Tired?" Fu Xue stopped applying powder, turned her head to examine her son-in-law, and after a few seconds, as an experienced driver, she understood.

The mother-in-law clicked her tongue and said, "As expected of a Night Wanderer, your energy is really旺盛 (wang sheng - vigorous)."

Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, "No matter how 旺盛 (wang sheng - vigorous) I am, your daughter is also a peerless beauty. Have you found a Main Ruler-level knight?"

The smile on Fu Xue's face slowly disappeared, "Alas, it's all my fault. I was too impulsive and shouldn't have made Guan Ya swear."

Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to pua, saying: "Forget it, Mom, you just need to handle the company's affairs well. Anyway, the oath will expire by the end of the year."

.........

Songhai, Chaomen District.

In a certain residential area, a man wearing a baseball cap knocked on the deep red anti-theft door.

The door was opened by an old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face, about sixty years old, dressed neither plainly nor luxuriously.

"Who are you looking for?" The old woman's Mandarin was articulate, without the Songhai accent common among middle-aged women of this age.

The man in the baseball cap was expressionless, even a little serious. He took out his ID while speaking:

"Is this Yao Yilin's house? I am a security officer from the Second Security Department of Chaomen District. I have something to ask him."

When the old woman heard that it was a security officer, she didn't react as exaggeratedly as ordinary people. She calmly stepped aside and said:

"Come in. He's home today. Comrade, what do you want to ask him?"

"There's a case I want to consult him about." The man in the baseball cap entered the house, curled the corners of his mouth, "Don't worry, it's just an inquiry. It has nothing to do with him."

The old woman led him to sit on the sofa in the living room, poured him a cup of tea, and shouted towards the bedroom:

"Old Yao, there's a security officer looking for you."

Although she was old, her voice was still loud.

The man in the baseball cap scanned the living room. The decoration and furniture of this house, like their owners, looked a bit old.

There should only be two elderly people in the house, because the man in the baseball cap didn't see anything used by young people.

An old man walked out of the bedroom. His silver hair was sparse, his back was slightly hunched, his nasolabial folds were deep, setting off his drooping eyes, making him look stern and unsmiling.

The old man had a pair of reading glasses hanging around his neck.

"Comrade from the Security Department?" The old man sat down opposite the man in the baseball cap, looked at him, and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

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The man in the baseball cap didn't answer, stared at the old man, and asked:

"Yao Yilin, retired teacher. You worked at Songhai Kangyang Middle School. You retired two years ago, right?"

The old man nodded. The old woman sitting next to him couldn't help saying:

"Actually, he took early retirement four years ago due to health problems. He was still unhappy at the time. He just wanted to teach. Fortunately, he retired. A few years later, his life would have been over. What would he have been raising to support his old age?"

The man in the baseball cap ignored the old woman's complaints, looked at the old man, and said:

"We are investigating a theft case. We suspect that the suspect once studied at Kangyang District Middle School, but the teachers and students of the school don't remember this person, so we can only disturb you."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, opened a photo, and handed it to the old man.

Yao Yilin was the sixteenth retired middle school teacher he had investigated. There were many retired teachers like Yao Yilin on the list.

Currently, the investigation into Yuan Shi Tian Zun has yielded nothing. The patience of the Pure Yang Headmaster is running out.

He only hoped to lock down the identity of Yuan Shi Tian Zun as soon as possible.

The old man took the phone and carefully looked at the young man in the photo. He tried hard to recall for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up:

"I remember him. That's right, he was indeed a student at our Kangyang Middle School."

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