Chapter 104 The Silver-haired Prophet Returns

Aunt Guo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. We are not bandits... By the way, why did you call me here?"

A villager said: "We are praying to the immortal to bless the prophet, but we can't see the immortal, can't hear her words, and don't know if she has agreed to our request, so we hope to ask Ye Ningchuan for help."

As for why they didn't ask Liu Dashi to do it, it was because the brothers of the Liu family felt that there would definitely be villages that needed immortal sculptures in the future. In addition, they had found suitable materials, so they started a new round of carving. Now they were not in the village, and the villagers could not find them.

Aunt Guo said, "So that's how it is. The prophet is our common benefactor... Ningchuan, can you help us?"

Ye Ningchuan nodded gently.

Now, Ye Ningchuan has gotten used to living in Aunt Guo's house. Aunt Guo adopts her as her goddaughter and treats her as a member of the family. Ye Ningchuan feels the warmth of family here, and her eyes are often praised by the villagers.

Over time, Ye Ningchuan gradually became more confident. She no longer had thick bangs and no longer walked with her head down. However, her personality was still a little introverted. When she met villagers she knew on the road, she was not used to saying hello out loud, but would purse her lips and smile. For her, this was already an improvement.

Ye Ningchuan was happy to help the villagers. She raised her head and looked at the sky, but found only a few clouds floating in it.

The villagers thought she was listening to the words of the gods and did not dare to disturb her, so they all kept quiet.

Ye Ningchuan's voice was a little confused, "The immortal...is not in heaven."

"Not here? But she just put down the food."

"Where did the immortal go?"

"How about we kneel down and beg?"

"But the immortal doesn't like to kneel down. Did our behavior anger her?"

"Definitely not. If she was angry, how could she leave the food for us?"

…

Luo Mingyue didn't have time to chat with the villagers at this moment, because she saw the silver-haired prophet appear in her sight!

However, the location where the silver-haired prophet was now was a mountain.

He looked extremely miserable, dirty, dusty, and covered in scars. His body was filled with coagulated blood and dust, and he looked completely broken.

His body was shaky, as if he would fall down at any second.

His face was also covered in blood, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Only the silver hair is particularly eye-catching. Although it is a little dirty, the color is unique.

How did the silver-haired prophet suddenly appear halfway up the mountain?

Where did he come from?

Countless questions flashed through Luo Mingyue's mind, but the current situation was obviously not suitable for asking questions. She skillfully and quickly made a bowl of water containing dissolved healing pills, grabbed the silver-haired prophet, and put him in.

The clear water turned turbid almost instantly.

The silver-haired prophet raised his eyes to look at her, his dark pupils shining like stars, as if he knew that he was finally safe. He tried to pull the corners of his lips to force a smile, but his eyes closed heavily and he fainted.

The silver-haired prophet slid toward the bottom of the bowl.

Luo Mingyue quickly reached out to support his body so that his head could float on the water to prevent him from drowning.

The wounds on the silver-haired prophet's body were healing rapidly.

During this period, Luo Mingyue changed the water for him three times.

The silver-haired prophet never woke up.

"Letting him sleep like this is not a solution..." Luo Mingyue could only pour out all the water in the bowl, and then hold the bowl to the sky above Mojia Village.

Even though Tianliu Village also had many believers in gods, and the Silver-haired Prophet himself was from Tianliu Village, perhaps because of preconceived notions, no matter what happened, Luo Mingyue thought of Mojia Village first.

The people she trusts the most are Jiang Yanfeng and Mo Jin.

Luo Mingyue sent the silver-haired prophet to Jiang Yanfeng's home.

After all, Jiang Yanfeng is a witch and is naturally close to the gods. Moreover, Mo Jin had taken care of Lu Yunting before. Although Lu Yunting has chosen a new house in the village and moved out of the Mo family, the two Mo brothers still have a mother. The silver-haired prophet is a man, and it is somewhat inconvenient for him to live in the Mo family.

The moment Luo Mingyue appeared in the sky over Mo Family Village, Jiang Yanfeng felt something in his heart and looked up.

Luo Mingyue put down the bowl and said, "This is the prophet from the next village. I think he looks very tired and has fallen asleep and hasn't woken up yet. Yanfeng, can you help him change into dry clothes?"

"sure!"

Although Jiang Yanfeng was a weak scholar who had no martial arts skills, his physical fitness in all aspects had been strengthened since the day he became a wizard. He carried the silver-haired prophet into a bedroom.

This is a room specially prepared for entertaining guests. The bedding inside is new and has never been used. Jiang Yanfeng wipes it every day, and the tables, chairs and benches are very clean.

At this time, Chen Qi rubbed his eyes and walked out of his room.

Chen Qi was still a little sleepy. He had just been taking a nap. He sat on the bed and stayed awake for a long time before he finally drove away the sleepiness.

Chen Qi looked up and asked, "I just sensed through the deed that a strange prophet had invaded my territory. I was wondering who was so bold, but I didn't expect it was brought back by the immortal."

Luo Mingyue said: "The one just now was the silver-haired prophet from Tianliu Village. He was seriously injured... By the way, you are a prophet who can see the past and the future. Can you help me see what the silver-haired prophet of Tianliu Village experienced outside?"

Chen Qi said: "Under normal circumstances, I cannot spy on another prophet, but he is now in Mojia Village, in my territory. Perhaps I can use the power of the deed to spy on his fate, but it may not succeed. I will try it first."

Luo Mingyue nodded, "Okay."

Chen Qi put his index finger into his mouth and bit it, but he was reluctant to use too much force, so he didn't bite it through.

He had a conflicted expression and finally chose to run to the kitchen and cut his index finger with a knife.

Chen Qi let his blood drip into the bowl, then ran to steal Jiang Yanfeng's brush.

Luo Mingyue suddenly stopped him, "Wait."

Chen Qi was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Luo Mingyue said: "I have a lot of new brushes here, don't touch Yanfeng's, I will provide you with them."

These were all given by Qianxue, but Luo Mingyue had too many things to do that day and forgot about them.

She first placed a piece of cloth on the ground, and then put down dozens of brushes.

Chen Qi was surprised and asked, "So many?"

Then he added: "The quality of these brushes given by the immortal is obviously much better than that of my brother."

Chen Qi put the old brush aside, picked up a new brush, dipped it in blood, and drew on the ground. The blood quickly seeped into the soil.

When he finished painting, a dazzling golden light burst out from the ground, and in the light, blurry pictures gradually emerged.

In the picture, the figure of the silver-haired prophet can be vaguely seen.

However, before Luo Mingyue could see clearly, the golden light suddenly dimmed, and Chen Qi also spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Chen Qi!"

Luo Mingyue quickly provided healing pills.

Chen Qi waved his hand and said, "I was just trying to spy on my own kind and got a backlash. It's not serious..."

Having said that, he started coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, and even coughed up blood.

Luo Mingyue felt distressed and handed him a small handkerchief, "Here, wipe the blood from the corner of your mouth."

This handkerchief was made according to the size of little people. Chen Qi took it and asked, "Aren't the things of immortals always very big?"

Luo Mingyue explained: "This was provided by Qianxue. She specially asked someone to customize a batch of small items for you."

Chen Qi nodded and said, "No wonder I haven't seen Lady Qianxue for such a long time. It turns out she is busy with this..."

Luo Mingyue looked at him worriedly and said, "How are you? Are you in pain? Why don't you take some healing pills?"

Chen Qi shook his head stubbornly, "I don't like taking medicine, and my injury is not serious. I just need to rest for a while."

Luo Mingyue couldn't force him, so she could only say, "Okay... If you really feel uncomfortable, just tell me. My pill has no taste. You can dissolve it in water and drink it. It's not bitter."

"Okay, I understand." Chen Qi nodded, and then said: "The prophet from Tianliu Village should have gone to the [Mountain Core]."

Luo Mingyue repeated, "Mountain core?"

"Yes, there are countless lands, mountains, rivers and streams in this world. Every village and town has a land deed, and every mountain, river and stream also has a land deed."

"However, human prophets can only own the deeds of villages, towns, cities, etc., but cannot become the masters of mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas."

"However, mountains have their cores, and rivers and seas also have their hearts. They are referred to as the [Mountain Core] and [River Heart] for short."

"Legend has it that every [Mountain Core] contains a test. If you pass the test, it is equivalent to obtaining a [Pass]."

"This [pass] can also be understood as a kind of title deed, except that it has a wider range of uses and greater effects. For example, if I have the title deed to Mojia Village, it will trap me in Mojia Village for the rest of my life and I won't be able to leave too far away."

"I was fixed to a village."

"However, the prophet who possesses the [Pass] is free. For example, if the silver-haired prophet passes the [Mountain Core] test of a certain mountain, from now on, he can go to any mountain in the world. With the [Pass], he can control the flowers, plants, and trees on the mountain. Even the wind on the mountain can become his help."

"At the same time, he can also briefly possess the power to move mountains."

"I'm not sure what the specific benefits are. Anyway, every prophet who can obtain the [Pass] is very powerful. They can also go to any village..."

"For example, I am the holder of the deed to Mojia Village. Logically, the life of any prophet who enters Mojia Village is under my control. However, the silver-haired prophet has a [pass], which is like a protective circle. Wherever he goes, this protective circle follows him. Not only can I not kill him, but even if he goes to the town or the city, he can go anywhere. The local prophets cannot hurt him or drive him away. They can only hope that he leaves quickly."

"Since the content of the assessment in the Mountain Core is top secret, I was kicked out after only taking a peek. I have no way of knowing how the Silver-haired Prophet passed the assessment."

At this point, Chen Qi couldn't help but sighed: "My inherited memory tells me that the [Mountain Core] test is very dangerous. If you pass the test, you will benefit a lot, but if you fail, you will die... I didn't expect this prophet to be so bold. Not only did he go for the challenge, but he also succeeded. I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I have seen a living challenger..."

Luo Mingyue looked at him strangely, "How old are you? You have only been awakened for a short time, and there are many things you have not seen."

Chen Qi was stunned for a moment. He had a lot of knowledge in his head, but knowledge was different from social ways. No matter how much he knew, he was still just a child in essence. But sometimes he thought of himself as an adult in his heart, so sometimes his tone of voice was exceptionally calm.

Luo Mingyue said: "Okay, go and have a rest, you have worked hard today."

Chen Qi said: "You don't have to be so polite to me, Immortal. Why do I have to work so hard? I just eat and sleep, sleep and eat every day, and then find time to learn calligraphy from my brother..."

As soon as he finished saying this, Chen Qi yawned several times in succession, and he looked visibly tired. This was the aftermath of the backlash, and his body was a little weak.

"Well, I'm a little sleepy."

Chen Qi stopped trying to be stubborn and went back to his room obediently.

But before he left, he did not forget to say to Luo Mingyue: "My Immortal, if you have anything to ask in the future, just tell me."

"good."

At this time, Jiang Yanfeng had helped to clean the silver-haired prophet's body and changed him into a loose white robe.

During this time, the silver-haired prophet did not wake up.

Jiang Yanfeng panicked a little, ran out of the room, and said, "My God, the silver-haired prophet is in a bad situation. I just made such a big noise, but he is still sleeping... Is he going to be unable to wake up?"

Luo Mingyue comforted him, "No, he's just too tired. Let him sleep a little longer at your house. When he's had enough sleep, he'll wake up naturally."

Jiang Yanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was the first time the immortal had entrusted him to take care of a living person. He had no experience in saving lives, and he was not a doctor. He was afraid that he might kill the silver-haired prophet and betray the immortal's trust.

Luo Mingyue said, "Let's not talk about this. Look in the yard. I put some brushes for you. You can give them to your students. I also put some paper in your school before. You can use that too... By the way, do you have much ink?"

Jiang Yanfeng walked forward to check the pile of brushes. Each one was finely crafted, and it was obvious that they were made with great care and were very expensive.

Jiang Yanfeng was touched and said, "Fairy, we don't need ink, a brush and water are enough."

Luo Mingyue said: "Practicing calligraphy with clean water? How can this be possible?"

Jiang Yanfeng explained: "Many children are still young. If they are allowed to practice calligraphy with ink, they may get ink on their faces, hands, and clothes, which will be difficult to clean and waste paper. It is better to let them practice calligraphy directly on the table. After the water stains dry, they can continue writing and recycle the paper."