Chapter 299 – If Life Could Be Like the Moment When We First Met (Part Twelve) (1/2)

Chapter 299 - If Life Could Be Like the Moment When We First Met (Part Twelve)

It was a run-down and tiny temple, heavily eroded by the wind and rain. Only by virtue of the remaining sacrificial beasts statues on the temple eaves could one faintly make out its original style and use.

Standing before this temple cloaked in the rain, neither Chen Changsheng nor Xu Yourong said anything. It was very quiet.

This was a sacrificial temple.

With the white grass as a path, onwards to the sea of stars, a sacrifice for a thousand li.

The run-down sacrificial temple sat on the side of the White Grass Path. This indicated that their conjecture was correct. The path truly led to some sort of grave—after all, not all graves could be called mausoleums. In the past thousand years, besides the three emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only one person dared to call his tomb a mausoleum and construct it in that style. To this, no one dared to object.

Of course, that person was Zhou Dufu.

”This is the legendary first sacrificial temple?” Chen Changsheng muttered to himself as he gazed at this run-down temple through the rain.

Each of the mausoleums for the three emperors of the Zhou Dynasty were vast, but each one of their first, outermost sacrificial temples, a thousand li from the mausoleum, were no more. At the risk of blaspheming the heavens, the Divine Empress had given the order for all of them to be torn down. This was because the Empress felt that these thousand li temples, besides nurturing a few ministers of Rites, had no meaning and were a massive waste.

This matter was just resolved as neatly and tidily, just like when she had sent Zhou Tong to destroy that monolith hut outside of the Mausoleum of Books. It was very reasonable, and very inarguable.

The run-down temple should be this entire continent's only first sacrificial temple.

The rain continued to fall harder and harder. The distant disc of light had long since vanished, casting the world into gloom.

Chen Changsheng stood amidst the rain while carrying Xu Yourong. For some reason, he did not enter the temple to take shelter from the rain.

In the past, there had assuredly been many human cultivators or demon experts preceding them, following the White Grass Path and finding the temple.

Afterwards, those people continued onwards towards that mausoleum.

Ultimately, they all died.

He asked, ”Do you think we can turn back?”

”No, this is a path for which there is no going back.” Xu Yourong shook her head.

On the previous two occasions in which Chen Changsheng was sleeping, she had used the Fated Star Plate to perform some calculations, but they presaged an extremely poor result. Although she could not calculate her own fate, his fate was as gray and dark as ever. Moreover, if they did not continue on this course and decided to turn back, they would definitely lose themselves amidst these plains.

They could only proceed forward. In that case, would they end up suffering the same fate as their predecessors?

Besides the pitter patter of the rain, there were no other sounds in front of the temple.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's faces gradually grew calm, their eyes serene. They had regained their calm composures.

There was no question, nor was there an answer, and no looking into each other's eyes. They did not know what each other was thinking, but they both firmly believed that they would not be like their predecessors.

The rain dripped down from the eaves, splashing into flowers of water upon the shattered stone steps. Before the liquid flowers had a chance to fully bloom, they were swallowed up by even more downpour. In the temple, a bonfire burned. A wooden idol that had stood in this temple for untold many centuries had been chopped up into kindling, and as it burned, it gave off a strong, wooden scent. Chen Changsheng crouched by the fire, removing damp wood from the fire while at the same time using a candlestick holder to move around those several tuber roots in the fire.

Xu Yourong leaned against a pile of grass, her face a little pale and seeming extremely feeble. Given her injuries and the loss of her true blood, for her to hold on until now and to even emerge victorious in a few fierce battles was already a miracle.

Once the tuber roots that came from some unknown sort of grass were cooked, they began to give off a light fragrance. Chen Changsheng picked them out of the ashes, peeled off their outer skins, and then walked over to Xu Yourong. She took them and used her hands to slowly tear them apart and eat. Chen Changsheng calmly gazed at her. Even now, he did not know how she had managed to rescue him that night, as she had never made mention of it since. However, over the course of this journey, he had personally experienced how unimaginably powerful she was. He was always thinking that if it were not for him, then perhaps at the very beginning, she would have been able to easily escape.

Xu Yourong truly did not speak of that matter because she had her own pride. Moreover, she believed that since the youth of the Snow Mountain Sect had also saved her, they no longer owed each other a debt.

She did not take too long to finish eating. Chen Changsheng handed over a wet handkerchief and began to eat his own meal afterwards.

Xu Yourong took the wet handkerchief and lightly wiped her lips. She silently gazed at him as he sat by the fire.

On the journey, for this and that reason, they had very rarely spoken to each other, but they had done many things for each other.

To live and die together, to never leave each other; these most dazzling and most connected of phrases had been easily and simply accomplished by the two of them.

May the sacred light be with you.

She said in her heart as she gazed at his two eyes that were so clear that they reflected the fire.

Then she said to him, ”You are a good person.”

She said this very indifferently, but very seriously.

Chen Changsheng looked back at her and chuckled. ”So are you.”