The Red-Eyed Prophet stood up and said, "If becoming an immortal means I will never see you again, then I will never achieve immortality in this lifetime."
"Why?"
Luo Mingyue looked at him, her eyes were not touched, but full of confusion, "You should consider your own future first, and then consider others, because everyone is an independent individual, I can't always be by your side."
The red-eyed prophet pursed his lips and said nothing.
Luo Mingyue sighed softly and said, "Even without me, you can still live well."
The Red-Eyed Prophet said: "In fact, my life was stolen."
Luo Mingyue was puzzled, "Huh?"
The Red-Eyed Prophet added, "I should have died ten years ago, but my father took his own life and gave it to me."
"Before my father died, he told me that if I wanted to live, I had to worship the moon."
"I once thought that my father wanted me to worship the moon at night so that I could survive. But for ten years, I believed in the moon at night and worshiped it every night, but there was no effect at all... until I met the immortal."
Luo Mingyue asked curiously: "Then...will worshipping me have any effect?"
The red-eyed prophet nodded and said, "Yes, the immortals have a pure and mysterious aura, which is beyond the mundane world and can bring me physical and spiritual peace."
Luo Mingyue: "…"
The red-eyed prophet turned back to the house and took out a statue of an immortal that was about the same size as the tablet. He held the statue up with both hands, a faint smile flowing from his red pupils. "I don't like to go out during the day, nor do I like to talk to people, so I have never worshipped the statue in the village. But fortunately, Dashi specially carved a statue for me to worship at home, so that I can burn incense and worship the immortal at home."
Luo Mingyue had a strange look on her face. She felt that there was a subtle connection between herself and the small statue, but the connection was so weak that she could hardly perceive it. If the Red-Eyed Prophet had not taken out the sculpture, Luo Mingyue would not have noticed it.
She asked, "Can you extend your life by worshiping this statue?"
The red-eyed prophet said, "Yes. My father has extended my life for eleven years. If nothing unexpected happens, I should die at the end of this year. But since I started worshipping the immortal, I can feel that my vitality is no longer fading. This is a good sign. I have a feeling that after a while, my vitality will begin to increase."
He thought for a moment and used a metaphor: "My life is like a small basin with only a shallow layer of water in it. The water keeps evaporating in a hot environment. My father is like a water bowl. He poured all the water in his bowl into me so that I can continue to live. But in this process, the water in the basin is still decreasing. When all the water evaporates, I will leave this world completely. However, worshiping the immortal is like holding an umbrella over the water basin. It will rain under the umbrella, so that there is always water in the basin."
Liu Dashi opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked, "What about me? I am also very pious every day. If I were also a basin and I worshiped the immortal every day, would the water in the basin keep increasing and eventually overflow? Then would I be able to gain eternal life?"
Red-eyed Prophet: "…"
He looked at Liu Dashi speechlessly and said, "No, because this is just a metaphor. My identity is [Prophet], and my father's awakened bloodline is [Devotion]."
"A devotee has only one ability in his life, and that is to give his life and blessings to others in exchange for life."
"My father gave me his life and blessed me with immortality."
"Under normal circumstances, the lifespan of an ordinary person is 100 years, and the lifespan of an awakened person is 200 years. It is impossible to be immortal."
"However, my father regained consciousness and through the [Blessing], he gave me a glimpse of life and the secret of longevity."
"If you reveal the secrets of heaven, you will suffer backlash. My father was already on the verge of death and could not bear the force of the backlash. Therefore, he could only leave me one sentence. He told me that worshiping the moon can prolong my life, but the price is that I can never leave my faith in this life... After saying this, he died."
"Because I have the blessing power bestowed by him, the rules of heaven and earth recognize that I can gain life by worshiping the moon, so my life can continue."
"But, Dashi, you don't have this kind of blessing power, so your worship of the gods will not extend your life."
Hearing this, Liu Dashi looked disappointed, "So that's how it is. I thought I could live for hundreds or thousands of years..."
However, he quickly adjusted his attitude and said, "It's fine this way. My wife and I can live to a similar age. Otherwise, I will feel lonely in the future. Even if I have children and grandchildren, it would be too cruel for me to watch them grow old one by one."
Luo Mingyue smiled and said, "My life span is indeed very long, so giving you a few hundred years is nothing."
The Red-eyed Prophet said, "No, I don't draw lifespan from the immortal. I increase my own lifespan through faith. This process is mutually beneficial for both of us, but the increase is too slight, so the immortal may not be able to detect it. For example, the immortal has a mountain of silver, and I use the immortal's name to do business. In the process, I make a profit of ten taels of silver, of which four taels are taken away by the rules of heaven and earth, and the remaining six taels are split in half between the immortal and me. But to the immortal, these three taels of silver are thrown at the foot of the mountain and are inconspicuous. The immortal can't even notice that he has three taels of silver more... The same is true for lifespan. My lifespan is short, so I can clearly feel that I have two more days of lifespan, but to the immortal, two days is just a blink of an eye."
Luo Mingyue thought for a moment and asked, "Then you must keep in touch with me often? If I suddenly disappear one day, will it affect your life?"
The Red-eyed Prophet said, "It's not necessary to do it often, because the sculpture in my hand is equivalent to the incarnation of the immortal in the mortal world. I only need to worship the incarnation of the immortal, which is equivalent to offering sacrifices to the immortal."
Luo Mingyue nodded and said, "That's good."
She stretched out her finger and touched the small statue in the red-eyed prophet's arms.
The small statue has been nurtured to have spirituality. It is still far inferior to the one in Mojia Village, but much stronger than the big statue in Tianliu Village. You should know that many people often worship those two big statues, but the statue in the hand of the Red-eyed Prophet is only worshipped by himself, which shows that his faith alone is more pious than the faith of all the people in Tianliu Village combined.
Luo Mingyue thought about it, picked up the small statue and placed it in her palm.
She cut the tip of another finger and let her blood drip onto it.
The blood was quickly absorbed, and the statue originally carved out of stone became faintly rosy, but it was not that kind of weird red. Instead, it was sacred and full of vitality.
Luo Mingyue's connection with this small statue suddenly became closer.
She placed the small statue back into the Red-Eyed Seer's arms.
The red-eyed prophet smiled and said, "Thank you, Immortal."
"You're welcome. You two should go to bed early and don't stay up late drinking. It's bad for your health." Luo Mingyue muttered and then disappeared into the sky.
Liu Dashi opened his mouth. He really wanted to say a few more words to the immortal, but after thinking it over, he felt that he had nothing important to say. Besides, the immortal had already left, and he had no ability to call the immortal back. He could only look at the red-eyed prophet with envy and said, "Prophet, I admire you so much. Did the immortal consecrate the statue in your hand? I don't know if it's my illusion, but I feel that the statue in your hand seems to be a little more alive."
The Red-Eyed Prophet said, "Your feeling is correct. This statue does have the aura of an immortal."
Liu Dashi said, "Prophet, do you mind if I come to your house every day and worship the immortal with you?"
The Red Eyed Prophet said, "Mind."
Liu Dashi yelled, "You are destroying your bridges. I gave you the statue in your hand. What's wrong with me coming to worship with you?"
The Red Eyed Prophet said, "It may not matter to you, but it will affect my life."
"Ah?" Liu Dashi immediately said honestly after hearing this: "I was wrong. Just pretend I never said anything just now. I won't come to make trouble."
The Red-Eyed Prophet glanced at him and said, "Why are you so obedient today?"
Liu Dashi said: "What do you mean by being obedient today? I have always listened to you. You have given so much to the village. Even if you want my life, I am willing to give it to you."
The Red-Eyed Prophet said, "Okay, go away. I don't care about your life."
"Damn it, I thought you would be touched after hearing what I said, but I didn't expect you to chase me away..." Liu Dashi complained as he stood up, cleared the wine glasses on the table, and left.
Before leaving, he advised: "Prophet, if you encounter difficulties, you can come to me. Although I may not be able to help you, I will try my best to find a solution for you. If I can't think of it, mobilize the whole village. Everyone in our Tianliu Village has owed you a favor, and we should help you and repay you."
The Red Eyed Prophet smiled and said, "Daishi, I know you are kind-hearted, but there are also ungrateful people in the village who only take but refuse to give."
Liu Dashi frowned and said, "Who? Who in the village are ungrateful? I'll go to each of them with a knife in hand and see who dares to go against me."
The Red-Eyed Prophet smiled and said, "It's good that you have this intention. I know you are grateful, but you'd better not try to change the villagers' minds, otherwise they will resent you and think you are meddling in their affairs."
"I don't care what they think of me. Anyway, when you need help, they must help you!" Liu Dashi said firmly. He added, "Prophet, tell me the list of ungrateful people, and I will find a way to deal with them tomorrow."
The Red-eyed Prophet shook his head and said, "No need. When I saved people, I didn't think about repaying the favor. I just want to have a clear conscience and not owe anyone anything. As for what others owe me, I don't bother to ask for it."
Liu Dashi said, "No, I can't stand ungrateful people. Anyway, I have nothing to do these two days, so I must go and cause trouble for them."
Red-eyed Prophet: "…"
Liu Dashi said, "Prophet, please speak quickly."
The Red-Eyed Prophet said, "I am drunk today, dizzy and unable to answer your question."
Liu Dashi said, "Then wait until you sober up, and I'll ask you again."
The Red-eyed Prophet waved his hand and sent him away, thinking to himself: "The villagers are just a bunch of ordinary people, they can't help me at all. Only Liu Dashi is an awakened [Godcrafter], but looking at him, it seems that he has not fully awakened and he is still very confused..."
The Red-Eyed Prophet returned to the house, holding the small statue in his arms.
…
After Luo Mingyue checked the conditions of the two villages and one town one by one, he went out to refine pills.
She refined some fasting pills and healing pills.
When it was daybreak, Luo Mingyue served breakfast to the little ones, then paid close attention to Lu Yunting's condition and found that his face was still so pale.
Lu Yunting smiled bitterly, "My Immortal, it will take time for me to recover. I can't be full of energy overnight."
Luo Mingyue gave him half a healing pill and said, "Why have you been bleeding yourself so frequently recently? Is it to make a blood-stained shirt for me?"
Lu Yunting said: "It's not all for the immortal. I went to a clothing store to order red clothes. I wanted to make them into my own blood-stained clothes substitute. However, even though I had given myself a lot of blood, the substitute was still not made successfully... Then I was a little anxious and didn't pay attention to my physical condition."
Luo Mingyue asked: "Is it so difficult to make a blood-stained robe substitute for yourself? I remember that your first two were quite easy. You just dripped a little blood and succeeded."
Lu Yunting said: "I don't know what happened either."
Luo Mingyue thought for a moment and said, "I sewed the first two pieces of clothing for you. I'll sew a few more for you when I have time."
Lu Yunting's eyes suddenly lit up, "Thank you, Immortal..."
Looking at the entire Mo Family Village, only Lu Yunting and Mo Hanshi had received clothes personally sewn by the immortal, and no one else had this treatment. This made Lu Yunting feel particularly honored, and he wished he could bleed his heart immediately and make Blood-stained Clothes No. 2 into a substitute for the immortal for the immortal to use.
Luo Mingyue went to observe for a while how Liu Dashi, Ye Ningchuan and others were living, and provided the refugees with porridge, pancakes, cold dishes and other food.
After reading it, Luo Mingyue came to the sky above Mojia Village again, because she remembered that she brought Hu Ziqiu here from Fengya City, and she didn't know how Hu Ziqiu was doing, and whether he wanted to go home because he was too tired from farm work.
Unexpectedly, Luo Mingyue did not see Hu Ziqiu in the fields.
Luo Mingyue asked: "Where is Hu Ziqiu?"
Mo Jin looked up and replied, "In the whole village, only Hu Ziqiu and Jiang Yanfeng can read. Everyone thinks it's a waste for Hu Ziqiu to work in the fields... Although Hu Ziqiu has martial arts skills, farm work also requires skills, just like people who are good at writing may not be good at painting, and people who know martial arts may not be good at farm work... Hu Ziqiu only worked for one day and collapsed to the ground because he was so tired. He took the initiative to ask to teach the children to read and write. Jiang Yanfeng originally wanted to discuss it with the immortal, after all, the immortal's original order was to let Hu Ziqiu do farm work every day, but the immortal didn't show up, so we didn't have time to say it."
Luo Mingyue nodded and said, "This arrangement is very good. It's fine as long as Hu Ziqiu has something to do. There's no need to force him to do manual labor. Ah Jin, you and Yan Feng are the village chiefs. I feel relieved to have you two manage the village together..."