I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 169 Kun Gang Has a Remaining Gold from Yu Pu (8)

After many years, the evil Taoist priest once again came knocking on the door of the "Ji" family... if that dilapidated place without even a door can be considered a home.

He stood at the door, his arms clasped together in front of his chest, and politely said to the host, "This humble Taoist greets you."

Then, he pressed his face and said, "Layman, you have lost your parents and your wife and children over the years. You seem to be living a very difficult life. I have given you good advice before and after your marriage, reminding you many times, 'Don't say I didn't warn you, or you will be punished without being taught.' But you never listened. Who can you blame? Now that the prophecy has come true, you should accept your fate."

Li Tingyun's father was stunned for a long time, as if he didn't understand what the other person was saying.

In fact, he hadn't understood "human language" for a long time.

His mind is usually a mess, and he can't remember many things from the past. He has even forgotten how spirited and quick-witted he used to be, and now he finds it difficult to communicate with people.

He forgets his own actions and words as soon as he turns his back, and they vanish into nothingness.

He had been wondering where his wife and children had gone. He went out to look for them on the first day, forgot about them on the second day, continued to look for them on the third day, and forgot about them again on the fourth day.

On the fifth day, I started to have doubts: Am I married? Do I have a wife? I don't even have a wife, so where would I get children from!

Never mind, I'll drink, sleep, and dream about anything.

After several months of this, he was drunk every day, almost to the point of drinking himself to death.

Li Tingyun suddenly appeared in front of him. It took him a long time to remember, "Hey, this is my son!"

He really does have a son. What about his wife? Did she leave him and run off with another man?

No, no, no, he vaguely remembered someone telling him, "No matter what you become, I will never leave you."

It was those words, that voice, that brought him to his senses.

He stared blankly at the doorway, at the Taoist priest holding a whisk, his kind-faced, smiling old man. Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes wide with fury: "I remember now, it's you, it's you!"

"You cursed my parents to die young, lamented my wife's ill fate, and my son's tragic end. What are your true intentions?!"

He swung his fist, but missed. Unwilling to give up, he grabbed the Taoist priest by the collar, but it felt like he hadn't quite caught him.

He kept murmuring "It's you, it's you," as if the long-standing "cause of his illness" was about to be revealed—

He seemed to understand why he had become this way.

But he couldn't explain the whole story clearly; all he felt was a sense that "the truth had come out."

He could sense that the root of all the problems lay with this sorcerer who kept showing his face again and again!

"That's right, it's me." The demonic Taoist appeared serene.

With a flick of the whisk, I advised him, "Don't rush," "Calm down," for harmony brings wealth, while anger harms the body.

Maintaining a smile is his habit, being polite is his strength, and being polite without doing anything inhumane is his unique specialty.

"Many years ago, I planted a 'Golden Silkworm Gu' in you."

"This Gu has stolen your fortune and transferred it all to the Yuan family."

"Your fortunes have declined one after another until they dried up, leading to your current predicament."

"And the Yuan family, having benefited from your influence, naturally rose in status..."

He readily admitted it, ignoring the shock and confusion of the victims.

"Young Master Yuan did indeed steal your luck, but to say that he defied fate and took over your destiny is not the case."

"He passed the imperial examination and entered officialdom, returning home in glory. Being able to serve as a local official in Huangliang City was the limit of his life."

"And you, you should have passed the imperial examination in one day, your true identity would have been revealed to the world, and you would have rightfully sat on the throne of the emperor and obtained the entire country."

The sorcerer rubbed his ear with his hand, "I think I heard the sound of my jaw dislocating."

"You're surprised I know all this, aren't you? Well, that's not important. What's important is..."

He exudes a pure and helpful aura:

"I have some medical knowledge. Do you need me to take a look? A dislocated jawbone is quite easy to treat."

Li Tingyun's father was so angry that he was practically on the verge of exploding.

His upper and lower teeth were locked in a fierce struggle, and he simply didn't have the strength to utter a single word in response to his exaggerated performance.

"I was just joking, please don't take it to heart." The sorcerer flicked his whisk and returned to the main topic, calling him by his full name: "Ji Cizhang, your original surname is Li, and you are of royal blood. Perhaps I should call you Li Cizhang?"

"But it's just a name, a title. So what if it's wrong? In chaotic times, everyone is like a drifting duckweed, without roots or stems. What does it matter if one's background or name is wrong?"

"Have you not seen how the land is shattered and the wind blows the catkins? In this world, who is not like a duckweed adrift in the rain, their life adrift and uncertain?"

Li Tingyun's father was a little confused again, "What do you mean..."

The sorcerer clicked his tongue. "Did the Golden Silkworm Gu eat your brain? You used to be a brilliant scholar, how come you can't even understand a single line of poetry? Confucius would be driven to his grave by you."

Ji Cizhang really wanted to slap him to death, to let him know that the "Kong" in Confucius's name meant "powerful and strong."

"What does 'the land is shattered' mean? What does 'a chaotic world' mean? What's happening outside?!"

"Oh, I almost forgot, Huangliang City is too far from the capital. It seems the news of the emperor's death and the loss of the country hasn't reached here yet..."

After pondering for a moment, the demonic Taoist said, "Of course, it's also possible that the world is in chaos, with war raging everywhere, and news can no longer be transmitted."

"You don't know, things are very chaotic outside right now. I've heard that there are battles everywhere, in all directions."

"Countless cities have fallen to the rebel cavalry, and various powerful figures have occupied their own territories and become kings and tyrants. Sooner or later, this pure land of Huangliang City will also be affected."

"After all, Li Liang's fate is sealed, and this is an era of great strife."

Ji Cizhang found it unbelievable.

What did he say? What did he just say?

The fate of Li Liang has run its course; this is... an era of great strife?!

The demonic Taoist smiled and sighed, "To tell you the truth, I once saw the brilliance of the Purple Star in you."

"In other words, you are the chosen successor by imperial destiny, and you should have become the restorer of the dynasty."

Do you know what "imperial destiny" means?

“Auspicious, prosperous, beneficial, and steadfast.”

"This is what is meant by 'turning misfortune into good fortune and disaster into auspiciousness,' capable of turning the tide when things are about to collapse and saving a building from imminent ruin."

To put it more bluntly, there is no hurdle in this life that cannot be overcome.

The sorcerer pondered to himself, "Those who possess the destiny of an emperor are immune to demons and evil spirits, making them very difficult to deal with. No matter how much you suppress them, they may always manage to escape from a desperate situation..."

"Therefore, at first, I was a little worried, afraid that I would run into a tough obstacle and that all my plans would fall through. What should I do then?"

"Facts have shown that such worries were unnecessary. None of you members of the Li family are as 'indestructible' as I imagined."

"In fact, every person has weaknesses. By seizing on those weaknesses, we can defeat them one by one."

"Whether he is destined to be an emperor, a beggar, or a piece of dog shit, once he gives up on himself, he is nothing."

"Not even as good as a pile of stinking dog poop."

The sorcerer spread his hands, crying "Stop thief!": "Blame your weaknesses for being too obvious, and your will for being far from firm enough."

"You were born with an arrogant spirit, and your pride does not allow you to be disappointed. I only used a little trick, and you lost your composure."

"Do you think it was me who harmed you, or the Yuan family? No, it was you who gave up on yourself too early."

"Your life used to be so smooth, how could you withstand one blow after another? It was expected that you would choose to give up."

"Of course, I can't entirely blame you for being incompetent. Your rock-solid willpower is something I've almost never seen before."

So, accept your fate.

"So what if you're a chosen one of heaven?"

Even if you regret it now, it's too late.

"It's all too late."

There was no time to make amends, no time to save ourselves, and no time to turn the tide.

He was already terminally ill.

Just like this country, this dynasty, it's rotten to the core and needs to be eradicated.

Is this life?

Is this his fate?!

An inescapable destiny?!

A voice echoed in Ji Cizhang's mind.

The voice told him that perhaps it was true.

That's exactly right.

Now, what can he do but accept his fate and resign himself to it? What else can he do?! He can't do anything.

His home was gone, and his country was gone too.

Who wouldn't feel the deepest despair when their country is destroyed and their home is destroyed?

The rise of a nation is like a horse pulling a heavy cart up a steep slope with great difficulty, while the fall of a nation is like this cart losing control and rushing downhill. Such a cataclysmic situation cannot be reversed by a single person or family.

dream!

The carriage sped by, its wheels rolling forward, and the masses of people were nothing more than a weed under the horse's hooves, a speck of dust in the ruts.

Every five hundred years a king will rise, and his rise is sudden, and his fall is also sudden. This can truly be described as... Ji Cizhang pressed his palm against his forehead. Although he was dizzy, he knew very well that this was called "the impermanence of prosperity and decline, and the capriciousness of fate".

The intense pain caused his headache to flare up again. It felt as if he had stepped into empty space, his legs went weak, and he stumbled back a few steps before collapsing back onto the table.

The hand that had been suspended in mid-air was gently lowered.

Chanting softly:

"If I don't stay here and live a secluded life, won't I be left with no way to make a name for myself?"

"The land will endure for a thousand autumns, let it crumble and fall... let it perish."

He placed his hand on the table, reaching for the empty wine jar again.

Unexpectedly, someone was faster than him, snatched the jar, and smashed it against the door with a "bang".

"Go to hell! Who wants to listen to your stinking nonsense!"

"You stinking Taoist priest with three hairs on your face and intestines running through your brain! You're all talk and no action!"

"Accept your fate? Accept your father's fate! Accept your grandfather's fate! I am your grandfather! You were born to be my grandson!"

"Do you admit it or not? Do you admit it or not?!"

Li Tingyun, having somehow broken free of his ropes, jumped in front of the evil Taoist priest and began to curse him.

The first thing they say is "grandfather, father, son, dad, your mother, your mother, your mother."

He also spat: "Get lost! You son of a bitch! You dog!"

"What are you trying to do, standing in front of your grandpa? Are you waiting to get kicked?"

"If I can't kick you out of your shit, then you've done a good job of defecating!"

Ji Cizhang's lips twitched as he listened.

"Fatty?!"

Li Tingyun: "..."

Shouting like that makes him look really bad.

It's completely lost its class.

His father was rambling incoherently:

"Although! But?! Even if!!! It's still not possible???"

"Where did you learn all these words from? Who taught you them?!"

"Absolutely earth-shattering? A stunning debut? Extraordinary?!"

Ji Cizhang covered his face with his hands, not daring to see anyone. Even though he had read thousands of books, he could not find a single word to describe the "shock" his son had brought him.