Yin Ci was somewhat disappointed with this result.
He had no internal strength, so he could not delve deeply into the art of casting. To break the formation, one had to use the internal strength extremely skillfully and accurately, which was a job that required a lot of practice. He only had a head full of theories, but in the battlefield of "formation", he was just a novice scholar.
This formation was set up by a master, and Chen Qianfan was 50% sure to solve it, so he was no ordinary person. Unfortunately, the head of the sect only had one life left, and the 50-50 bet was too exciting.
When Shi Jing talked about his "material addiction", the first one was to cherish his life.
It is no wonder that when the ban was triggered, the person behind the scenes did not make any move - it turned out that he knew everything. There are people in the world who dare to gamble with their lives, and Master Shi is definitely not one of them.
Not to mention that Shi Jing valued his life, Yin Ci now didn't want him to take such a risk at all.
Therefore, erasing memory is a foregone conclusion.
If it was Shi Jing who triggered the forbidden memory... I think it should be the journey back to Lianshan that Greedy Master started. People's memories are intertwined and can easily revive. If you want to completely eliminate it, you have to eradicate the cause and effect.
The dependence on each other in the lonely pavilion at night, the gaze at the Buddha's head at dusk, from now on, only I will remember it.
Yin Ci's heart jumped for no reason.
At this moment, Shi Jingyi also spoke up: "Senior, do we have to choose now?"
Contrary to Yin Ci's expectation, he did not come to a conclusion immediately.
Chen Qianfan put away the cymbals and said, "It's none of my business. You can choose whenever you want. It's not just a headache for me. If you want to stay here for a long time, just pay the rent."
Shi Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "... Junior, please think about it."
Yin Ci walked forward and was about to say something, but Shi Jing shook his head gently and made a gesture to keep quiet.
"Ah Ci, hush." After turning to Yin Ci, Shi Jing's elegant and steady expression disappeared, leaving only a bit of bewildered pleading. "Don't say anything, let me think about it first. Okay?"
Yin Ci just frowned when Shi Jing finished the sentence in a low voice.
"After all, it's impossible for me not to care about what you think."
Yin Ci was so soft-hearted by his words that he could only sigh and agree.
This matter concerns human life, and seeing Shi Jingxun hesitate, Yan Qing and Su Si were not too surprised. Shi Jingxun dusted off his clothes and regained his solemn expression: "Yan Qing and Su Si, help Grandma Wei clean up the room, don't let the old lady have the hard time entertaining guests."
The speech was very polite and flawless.
Unfortunately, Chen Qianfan lost interest in the game immediately when he saw that there were no memories to shovel. He struggled to squeeze into the "garbage dump" filled with monster corpses, spread out his precious record book, and began to record in a hurry.
Old man Chen didn't even raise his head during the whole process, treating all the beautiful guests in the room as wooden stakes.
Fortunately, Granny Wei was a normal person. She did not stop the servant who was running around cleaning the house from Kushan, but sat down at the table. The old lady was busy with her hands, tearing a piece of coarse cloth and embroidering on it.
Granny Wei's embroidery skills are amazing. She embroidered a branch of peach blossoms so vividly that it seemed as if it was about to break through the tattered cloth.
"Master Chen is that kind of person. Don't be surprised. He is a very good person." She explained in an unclear tone while embroidering.
Shi Jing used his talent for pleasing others for the first time and moved a chair to sit next to Granny Wei: "Before I came here, I also heard about Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen's deeds. He is indeed amazing."
Yin Ci couldn't help but glance sideways and give him a respectful look - what did you mean by "I heard"? It was most likely that they were specially investigating, and the sparrow demon who delivered the message must be exhausted.
Who would have thought that Shi Jing did not start a new topic, and changed the subject: "Grandma, it's getting quite dark, aren't your eyes tired from embroidery? Do you want me to turn up the lights a little brighter?"
"My eyes are in great shape." Granny Wei smiled, and stretched out her hand that was covered with traces of formations. "I was not in good health before, and had many problems. Including these eyes, they were all healed by Master Chen using the magic method."
Shi Jing was quite good at speaking in sets of words. Before Yan Qing had even finished washing the pot, he had already mentioned Granny Wei's identity - but considering Granny Wei's ordinary background, this didn't seem like a big feat.
Granny Wei was over 60 years old and didn't remember many things very clearly. Even so, they were still able to piece together her life story from her chattering.
Granny Wei's real name was Wei Chun, and she had some Milan blood. When she was young, she was bought by a wealthy businessman in Shuangchuan. Later, she could not bear the abuse and injured her master and escaped. Shuangchuan was remote, and she was afraid that someone would be watching her on the way to the Central Plains, so she decided to go all out and ran to the sparsely populated Mishan Sect.
When Wei Chun was picked up by Chen Qianfan, she was nearly frozen to death. Chen Qianfan cured her illness without saying anything, and then he kicked her out of the house.
"I saw that he lived a dishevelled life every day, and I had no other place to go, so I bargained with him and stayed here." Granny Wei laughed, "I cleaned for him, and he treated me and fed me... Who would have thought that time would pass so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, I'm already thirty years old."
Yin Ci: "Senior Chen, have you been here for thirty years?"
Granny Wei smiled and said, "Yes, I'm studying the way to become an immortal. Master Chen is the best doctor I've ever met. He always says that those elixirs and magic medicines are unreliable. To become an immortal, one must rely on oneself to get rid of illness and cultivate a supreme body."
It turned out that he was a person who specialized in healing techniques, no wonder Juefei's husband specially introduced him. But for a good monk to go and practice the way of immortality, it is not surprising that he would be stimulated by something he couldn't achieve.
Just as Yin Ci was about to say something, Shi Jing pulled him aside and whispered in his ear, "Actually, I've checked. Senior Chen is a man of temperament. When he first entered Chen Temple, he was completely heartbroken—he was considered a top scholar, but he was rejected by a girl he loved. He didn't even pass the exam, and he turned around and became a successful man."
Yin Ci: “…” He was able to sneak into Jianchen Temple with this ability, he is indeed a talented person.
Shi Jing said: "According to what the master said at the time, he was extremely intelligent, but also arrogant and lacked wisdom. Chen Qianfan was not convinced, so he tried to pull out the sword of mercy. I didn't get the exact information, but his situation is a bit like Su Si's."
That was to be mercilessly beaten away by the sword.
Yin Ci: "And then?"
"He had a sudden realization and thought that he was not suitable to be a monk. He found the Compassion Sword Technique interesting. So Senior Chen returned to secular life the next day and joined the Mishan Sect, trying to become an immortal."
Yin Ci had nothing to say.
If Chen Qianfan wasn't really smart, his life trajectory alone would be extremely unreliable.
However, Yin Ci felt a little uncomfortable looking at Chen Qianfan's expressionless face - this person was obsessed with his own little world, indifferent to outsiders, and had a sharp mouth and sharp teeth. No matter how he looked at it, it had nothing to do with "love".
Chen Qianfan stayed at the table all night. He cooked something and remembered something. He looked more like a clockwork puppet than a living person. He didn't say a word, and Granny Wei ignored him, she just embroidered seriously.
But at midnight, she would make a special effort to pour him a cup of warm tea and then go to sleep.
Yin Ci was waiting for this moment. He sent Shi Jing away with a few words and walked up to Chen Qianfan alone.
"I've never heard of a talisman to ward off disasters." Yin Ci went straight to the point.
Chen Qianfan rolled his eyes and said, "I changed it myself with a curse, so it's normal that you don't know. What's the matter?"
"Can the risk of breaking the formation be avoided by using the disaster-preventing talisman?"
Chen Qianfan's eyes were filled with contempt: "To break a formation, you must first break it and then set it up, and use all your strength to divide the formation. You took all the injuries, and he still broke a stick - not to mention the formation, just treat it as me cutting you and releasing poisonous blood, and then I cut you with a knife, and his poisonous blood will grow horns and drill out by itself?"
Yin Ci: “…”
Chen Qianfan's sarcasm was quite different from the orthodoxy of Jianchen Temple. The monks were at least a little compassionate, but this man was not. Every word he said was filled with a mocking "Are you stupid?"
For a moment, Yin Ci really wanted to teach this old guy a lesson.
Yin Ci took a few deep breaths and continued, "Can I use the talisman to prolong my life?"
Chen Qianfan raised his eyebrows. "I'll tell you the truth. This talisman was created by Queen Milan. It was originally an evil curse called 'disaster transfer'. The cursed person is stuffed with the son talisman, and the caster holds the mother talisman. The caster can cut himself into pieces without any pain or injury. The cursed person... Humph."
He snorted coldly, glanced at Yin Ci who looked calm, and then continued: "Even if I have improved it, its essence is still to transfer external diseases and injuries, and it has nothing to do with destiny. Diseases brought in from the mother's womb cannot be cured. Lifespans have to be reached, and there is no way to cure it."
Sure enough, there is no luck in the world, Yin Ci said. Yes, if you want to ward off disasters, the talisman can ward off anything. Not to mention others, the emperor has long become an old monster that can't die.
Yin Ci thought for a moment and lowered his head: "If it's not too much trouble, I would like to ask for a favor."
Even if he couldn't cure Shi Jing's congenital disease, his cheap master was also a mortal and very fragile. He himself was not going to die anyway, so if he could avoid some fatal disasters, it would be a good thing.
Chen Qianfan narrowed his eyes and said, "You are filial, but you don't look like that boy's disciple. Who are you to him?"
Just as Yin Ci was about to organize his reply, the man twirled his beard and muttered to himself, "Forget it. It has nothing to do with me anyway. If you want the talisman to ward off disasters, go dig for materials with that little girl tomorrow."
Yin Ci said numbly: "Thank you, Senior, but this matter needs to be decided by God. It's up to you and me."
Chen Qianfan glared: "Why should I listen to you?"
Yin Ci took a piece of clay from the table and modified a sentence of magic on the stone slab. Although he couldn't cast a spell, his theory was still not inferior to others, at least he was good enough to Zaza, the old man.
Chen Qianfan: "Okay, I'll do it for you... Boy, come back and finish modifying this spell!"
Yin Ci naturally did not turn back. He happily left Chen Qianfan's roar behind him.
I'll help him sort out some theories on magic someday, as a way of repaying this favor.
Granny Wei slept with Shi Zhongyu, and cleared out an inner room for the four men. She spread a thick and soft demon skin on the bed and put four quilts on it.
They were all frozen in the shuttle for a day, then walked in the snow for most of the day, exhausted. Su Si and Yan Qing slept in a pile, while Master Bai occupied Su Si's pillow and dozed off.
Even Shi Jingxuan didn’t even wait for Yin Ci—his cheap master leaned against the quilt and fell asleep while sitting.
As Yin Ci approached, Shi Jing moved his nose first.
Smelling the familiar scent, Shi Jing didn't even bother to open his eyes. He didn't say anything, but his brows relaxed slightly, and the gloom on his face dissipated a little.
As soon as Yin Ci sat down next to him, Shi Jing relaxed, fell over, and fell into a complete sleep.
Yin Ci couldn't sleep.
Now that he had some free time, he thought he would think about the vows of gold and fire, valuing the flesh, or "living a hundred years." He thought he would weigh the pros and cons and prepare to discuss it in detail with Shi Jing tomorrow.
But he was rarely so chaotic.
Who are you to him
Yin Ci did not immediately think of the answer to Chen Qianfan's unanswered question. So what position should he take to interfere with Shi Jing's choice
After living for so long, Yin Ci had long forgotten how to control others without being so domineering. Now that he met someone who wanted to be treated lightly, hundreds of experience points were wasted, and he had no idea what to do.
It's so annoying.
… Whatever, I’ll be out of town tomorrow anyway, so I’ll have plenty of time to think.