Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1193 - Chapter 1193 Chapter 1197 The Heart of a Naive God

Chapter 1193: Chapter 1197: The Heart of a Naive God Chapter 1193: Chapter 1197: The Heart of a Naive God …

Zheng Yu, carrying two jars of aged yellow wine, walked down Old Creek Street toward the dilapidated temple.

“Teacher, I’ve come to bring you wine,” Zheng Yu said at the door.

“I dare not accept, dare not accept, you are now my superior, I should be the one paying my respects to you,” The Old Temple God hastily welcomed Zheng Yu inside.

Zheng Yu carefully scrutinized the Old Temple God’s face, which was already etched with the marks of time, his pupils somewhat cloudy, no longer as bright as when he had first met him.

“I have some questions I’d like to ask you,” Zheng Yu began.

“Why have you started drinking? Don’t you always abstain from alcohol?” The Old Temple God asked in confusion.

“I am making an exception this time, besides, didn’t you also never drink in the past?” Zheng Yu replied.

The Old Temple God was taken aback but then covered it up with a laugh, clinking bowls with Zheng Yu before taking a large gulp.

“When I was an official, I went to the mountains to eliminate bandits. We kept surveillance on these outlaws who had the blood of several villages on their hands, all the while waiting for reinforcements. But just then, a village girl happened to pass by the bandits’ lookout and was caught by two bandits, who dragged her into the woods… We wanted to save the girl, but doing so would surely startle the bandits, who would then all flee. They were known for their brutality and horrific methods. If we let them escape this time, we had no idea how many good people of Dawn they might harm in the future; and yet we could clearly hear the girl’s cries, we knew what kind of torture she was going through, but we couldn’t rescue her. Teacher, did we do wrong?” Zheng Yu said.

The Old Temple God fell silent after hearing this.

He drank deeply, quickly finishing the wine Zheng Yu had brought.

After his face turned red from the drinking, the Old Temple God gently patted Zheng Yu and said, “Did you execute those bandits?”

“We killed them all, spared not a single one,” Zheng Yu responded.

“What happened to the village girl afterward?” The Old Temple God continued to ask.

“We rescued her from the bandits’ stronghold, but we were too ashamed to face her,” Zheng Yu continued.

“Did you talk to her?” The Old Temple God then asked.

“No, I… I couldn’t…” Zheng Yu revealed the bitterness and helplessness in his heart.

“If you didn’t talk to her, how do you know that it wasn’t her intention to be like that?” The Old Temple God said.

Zheng Yu’s face was full of confusion, not understanding what the Old Temple God meant.

The Old Temple God took another drink, only to find there was no wine left. He looked out the window, noticing a slight change in the clouds, then handed the empty wine jar to Zheng Yu, saying, “There’s no more wine, go to the street corner and get me some more.”

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, his gaze fixed on the Old Temple God.

After Zhu Minglang had informed him of what was about to happen, Zheng Yu actually blamed himself. If it weren’t for his departure from the temple, perhaps the Old Temple God would not have died.

He had been careless and had underestimated the power of Hong Mo, the God of Evil Wishes.

However, what felt like a bone stuck in his throat was that he could not change any of it.

Knowing that the Old Temple God would die, Zheng Yu could not tell him, could not save him.

The death of the Old Temple God was linked to all of Hong Mo’s subsequent actions, and the impact was significant. If this element changed, it could lead them all to be foreseen by their opponents in the future.

“At this place of the Old Temple God, Star Painting cannot find a chance for survival for him, I’m sorry…”

This sentence lingered in Zheng Yu’s ears.

He felt some pain in his heart.

Just like the screaming woman from before, he had chosen to ignore.

And now, at this moment, he could say nothing and could not break the fate that had been sealed.

“Zheng Yu, go on, go get your teacher some wine, I will clear up the confusion in your heart,” The Old Temple God said with a smile, handing the wine jar back to Zheng Yu.

Zheng Yu looked at the Old Temple God’s aged smile, his eyes already moist.

Contained within him was a suppressed pain; he did not know how to make a choice, he had already erred on a similar issue, and now faced with it again, he truly did not know what was the right decision–to change the fate of the Old Temple God at this moment or to let everything happen as it will, for the sake of the greater good…

“Teacher, I… I need to stay here with you, I…” Zheng Yu’s voice had changed, carrying a hint of choking.

Seeing that Zheng Yu was not leaving, the Old Temple God took a piece of yellow paper from the table, wrote a message on it, and then handed the yellow paper to Zheng Yu, saying, “This is my answer to you, coat it with yellow wine, and you will see the answer.”

“I can’t leave, you will…”

“Listen to me, go!” The Old Temple God said sternly.

Zheng Yu froze again.

…

Zheng Yu walked out of the Old Temple, not daring to look back.

He knew all too well that it was an extremely terrifying curse.

Zheng Yu, as if his soul had left his body, stumbled towards the wine shop at the corner, while the River Girl’s voice reached him, but Zheng Yu couldn’t even hear what she was saying.

Taking out the yellow paper in his hand, Zheng Yu immediately poured a jar of wine from the vat.

The wine splashed onto the yellow paper, and the words written on it finally emerged.

“The village girl’s last name is Qiao.”

Seeing this line of words, Zheng Yu was struck as if by lightning, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

A village girl surnamed Qiao…

The village that had been massacred by bandits was also one with the Qiao surname!

And within hundreds of miles, that was the only village where a few dozen households had the Qiao surname, no others!

That village girl was the sole survivor from Qiao Village; she didn’t just happen to wander near the bandits’ stronghold…

She braved danger to help the authorities find the bandits’ lair!

“How do you know, I didn’t do it on purpose?”

Suddenly, Zheng Yu saw the second sentence slowly appear on the yellow paper!

Zheng Yu remembered every detail Zhu Minglang had described; in the Realm of Foresight, it was himself who saw the wine jar empty so he took the initiative to fetch wine for the Old Temple God.

But wasn’t that precisely what the Old Temple God had intended, knowing Zheng Yu’s character and his meticulous observance of the rules?

And this time, even though Zheng Yu had already fetched the wine, the Old Temple God suddenly drank it all in one go, on purpose.

He saw that Zheng Yu didn’t go to fetch wine, even proactively suggesting Zheng Yu to fetch it from the street corner.

Finally, under the authority of his teacher, he sharply ordered Zheng Yu to fetch the wine, to send him away.

In other words, the Old Temple God would, by all means, find a way to send Zheng Yu away to face Hong Mo alone.

The Old Temple God knew Hong Mo was coming.

The Old Temple God knew his own end was near.

The Old Temple God wanted to use his soon-to-wilt life to give Zheng Yu a chance to seriously damage Hong Mo.

This was his choice.

How do you know, I didn’t do it on purpose?

Zheng Yu could no longer control the tears welling up in his eyes, and they fell, drop by drop, onto the words “know” and “intentional”, swiftly wiping away the wine on the paper, causing the characters that had appeared to gradually blur and disappear.

Beside him, the River Girl looked at Zheng Yu, who was crying over the yellow paper, somewhat at a loss. Some sorrows can’t be faked or controlled; emotions hit hard against one’s heart, causing pain and oppression to burst forth at once, turning into the tight, anguished crying on a person’s face, with eyes being the wounds of the heart and tears the blood of the heart, gushing uncontrollably after such strikes…

Of course, the wounds of the heart will also heal, and it will make it even stronger!

After collecting his emotions, the thing that had been knotted deep inside Zheng Yu’s heart was cleared.

He had wandered everywhere as a deity but could never find this perplexity and answer crystallized in his heart.

Heart Demon.

That was his Heart Demon.

Hong Mo, in Divine City, dug out the Heart Demon that lurked in the deepest part of Zheng Yu’s heart, using self-blame and regret to flog himself over and over again, driving himself to the verge of collapse.

And now, he knew that he had resolved his Heart Demon, he also knew that there would no longer be confusion or hesitation on his path to godhood.

He would no longer fear to look directly into his own heart.

Just as he would no longer fear this seductive God of Evil Wishes!

The Old Temple God used his final breath to teach him one last lesson, and for Zheng Yu, he forged a godly heart truly devoid of any fear!

When facing Hong Mo with such a heart.

In his eyes, Hong Mo will be no more than a jumping clown!!