Duke Shen sat back on the chair again, without saying a word, and sipped the cup of tea in his hand.
He was sure that I would never make a move against him, and showed no concern at all. No matter how I asked, or how I tried to coerce or induce him, he remained silent and did not respond.
My head was buzzing, the star map on the ceiling above my head kept changing its position, and the stars were shining down, but I just had no way to deal with him.
"You really don't want to tell me?"
"I really can't tell you."
He then put down the teacup in his hand and pointed upward: "Please withdraw the star map. You have just recovered. Don't use your pitiful mental energy."
"I'm not willing to accept the problem!"
Dismissing the star map above my head, I took a chair and sat opposite Shen Gong: "I saw my sister in Penglai just now. I asked her why Gu Yan had a five-element spirit body, but she didn't have time to tell me. As a result, the space
It fell apart.
And now I’m here to ask you, why are you hiding this thing from me again? We are the only two witches left in this world. Gu Yan is not your son. Could it be that he was born to me?”
"Fuck, that's not possible."
Shen Gongte curled his lips in an ungrateful manner, but seeing that my expression was a bit unkind, he began to round back: "Just kidding, you have been lying in the coffin board for hundreds of years, there is no way I could have given birth to you. Really?"
Doesn’t this kill corpses?”
"Then whose son is he?"
"It's not me anyway."
"Fuck... just go around me and me."
Feeling very irritable, I followed his example and kicked the chair he had just kicked.
With a 'click', the already unstable chair completely lost its support and turned into wooden cubes scattered on the floor.
This sound seemed to alarm the people outside. The door was suddenly pushed open, and a priest in gorgeous clothes walked in: "Mr. Shen Gong, what happened...Mr. Gu is awake?"
"It's nothing, you can go out first."
Duke Shen also spoke very fluent Russian, and the priest responded: "Okay, I'll report it to the Patriarch."
When he closed the door and exited, my anger was almost gone. I rolled my eyes and asked Mr. Shen: "Russian is quite standard. You said that you are an old man who is thousands of years old. Why do you have to pretend to be a hundred years old with me? Those stories from the past
Is it all made up?”
"I'm not making this up. Shen Gongxu was indeed born a hundred years ago."
He subconsciously went to touch his pocket, but found that it was empty and frowned: "But the consciousness and witchcraft that grandpa gave me have been passed down from generation to generation in our Shen Gongxu family, so you can say that I am Shen Gongxu."
Well, it doesn’t matter whether you say that I am the consciousness incarnation of an ancestor of the Shen Gong family, both statements are correct."
I’m a little confused: “It’s been so many years, and your family members don’t even know some Taoism, right? With your background, you can become immortal with a little practice, so why do you have to inherit and reincarnate?”
Duke Shen hesitated for a moment and then said lightly: "Maybe it's a bit hurtful to say this, but in my eyes, you and Zhu Rong Qingluan are no longer witches."
"Yeah, I understand."
Of course I understand what he means. Wuyan does not have the concept of immortality. A person's life from birth to death is the same as the sunrise and sunset. It is an eternal law.
Therefore, even capable shamans will choose to end their lives and pass on their wisdom. People like me and Qingluan who have embraced Taoism are outliers and out-and-out traitors to the elders.
This topic is indeed quite embarrassing, so I chose to bring it aside: "Shen Gongxu, let me ask you another question."
"Can you stop talking nonsense? Just ask."
"Actually, it's nothing. I just want to interview you."
I leaned forward and reached in front of him: "If, I mean if, if one day I tell you that you must give up all your cultivation in order for Wuli to survive, otherwise you will be wiped out, can you
Do you accept it?"
He did not answer directly: "If it were you, would you accept it?"
I was immediately confused by the question.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally shook my head and told him: "I don't know."
"I don't know either."
Mr. Shen stood up from his chair and walked towards the balcony, muttering to himself: "I only know that I am a witch, and I carry the hopes of the ancestors of Mr. Shen's family. It is my responsibility to revive the witch clan.
As long as I can achieve this goal, let alone give up my cultivation, I will not hesitate even if I die."
From the moment he said these words, I knew that my moral level had been crushed by him.
There was no need to continue chatting. I greeted him: "Let's go out and buy a pack of cigarettes first. When we have time, we can have a good chat. Maybe we are the only two people in the world who can chat together."
."
"We can chat, as long as you don't ask me who your father is again."
The two people opened the door and wandered into the corridor when they heard a burst of messy footsteps.
I turned my head to the left and saw a man in rich clothes who looked somewhat similar to Alexander, but was half the weight, walking from the direction of the hall with several priests.
This should be Sofia's biological grandfather, the current Patriarch of the Orthodox Church.
He walked up to Mr. Shen and I: "Mr. Gu, please accept my sincere blessings."
I pretended to be confused, and Mr. Shen understood. He cleared his throat and began to translate: "This is the Orthodox Patriarch, and he is sending his greetings to you."
"Ah, it turns out to be the Patriarch. On behalf of Taoist Sanqing, I would also like to send my regards to your family."
Anyway, he couldn't understand it, and it was impossible for Mr. Shen to translate it according to the original meaning. It didn't matter what I said.
Mr. Shen rolled his eyes at me, translated the sentence accurately, and then heard the Patriarch ask: "Mr. Gu has fully recovered?"
"Well, that's almost it. I heard that the Patriarch and several cardinals held a blessing ceremony for me when I was in a coma. I want to express my gratitude to you."
As I said this, I bowed to him. This patriarch knew how to do things, so he came over quickly to help me.
After listening to the translation, he said to me with a smile: "You're welcome. Mr. Gu and Mr. Zhuo cooperate with the Holy See. From then on, we will be the closest partners. These small things are nothing."
Anyway, this bishop is very good at talking. I chatted with him for a long time using useless polite words.
However, while we were chatting, Shen Gong, who was translating in the room, became a little reluctant: "Can you guys stop being so boring? We'll talk about it later during dinner. I want to smoke, so hurry up."
The patriarch didn't understand, but he could still feel the impatience in Duke Shen's expression.
After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said: "Well, Mr. Shen Gong will go to rest first, and I will let my men prepare dinner.
But Mr. Gu, please come with me, I have something to talk to you about, about Sophia."