Chapter 004: The Tragic Fate of the Bright Toad
The Celestial Dog stared blankly at the figures of the two individuals, suddenly feeling a sharp pang of sorrow
Yang Jian, I only hope that you can reflect on yourself properly
The Celestial Dog trembled and said: "What did you say, Fourth Princess? Have you... have you forgotten everything?"
Although feeling drowsy, the Celestial Hound still managed to stay awake all night
He just does not understand what the master is really thinking, although the master has become much more cooperative since the visit of that one-armed man, no longer displaying only weariness and fatigue as before
The woodcutter pulling the cart was furious, shouting and cursing, and kicked several times. The Celestial Dog lay on Yang Jian's back, hitting him squarely in the back, causing him to nearly faint from the pain
The Celestial Dog did not dare to meet Yang Jian's rejecting gaze and said softly: "Master, you are weak; going without food for a day will be even harder for you to bear. I am sorry; when I return in the evening, I will make amends to you again."
She still had more to say, but Chang'e held her hand and advised, "Fourth Princess, there is no need to be angry. Look at Yang Jian now; he has already received the punishment he deserves.
Amidst the cacophony, the Celestial Hound suddenly heard the indistinct sounds that its master was struggling to utter from the small cart behind.
He was taken aback and quickly turned his head to look, only to find that the master, who had recently been quite calm, displayed an expression of anxiety and restlessness that he had never seen before
The sun has finally risen
The old beggar said: "So you didn't hear a single word of the boss's speech yesterday? No wonder you got a good beating.
He is the richest man in the city and is very generous, so the boss has instructed us to stay at his house today to receive our rewards, and no one is allowed to slip away
He followed the crowd to the Zhao residence in the south of the city
He is still the biological elder brother of the Three Holy Mothers, let him go
She linked arms with Long Si and gracefully stepped away
After being harshly criticized, the result was further met with several slaps to the face from the secretary.
Long Si sneered and said: "Who saved me? I do not know who saved me. But it must be that the ancient deities could not tolerate Yang Jian's tyrannical actions, which is why they took my physical body and sent it to Kunlun, and helped me reassemble my soul and spirit"
You were once blinded by greed, resorting to any means, yet in the end, you could not escape such a tragic fate
At that moment, a gentle voice spoke up: "Stop hitting them! This brother, these two beggars are quite pitiful; spare them, and we will buy this firewood instead!"
A delicate hand reached over, holding a beautiful silk scarf, while the voice continued: "You are bleeding, take this to wipe it off first, and then find a doctor later. Fourth Princess, do you have any small silver coins? Give them some to treat their wounds"
He wanted to cry out loud, but his throat was choked, and he could not make a sound. Lowering his head, he saw that his master had a look of despair in his eyes, which caused him great pain in his heart. He whispered, "Master, no, they will not see you. I will help you hide; the Celestial Hound will surely be able to take you away!"
Fairy Chang'e
After a long moment of contemplation, she smiled faintly and said, "Chen Xiang is not wrong. Yang Jian, you probably have no chance of restoration. But this is for the best; at least you can still live an ordinary life, rather than committing more acts of slaughter"
He had never thought he would hear this voice again, but at this moment, he could only wish that he had long since perished under the fragrant axe, reduced to ashes, leaving no trace.
On this day, as usual, he crawled on the ground, constantly begging for alms from passersby
Did I not mention? Today, the Zhao family, known for their benevolence in the city, is holding a celebration to welcome a new son-in-law
Looking down urgently, another familiar figure came into view.
The old beggar, yawning as he got up, rubbed his somewhat stiff old legs and said, "Little brother, have you really been sitting here all night? This won't do; how will you have the strength to snatch the lucky money later?"
In this world, apart from power, there are still many things worth cherishing
The old beggar shook his head and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, my young friend? If you don't go, I fear that by nightfall you won't be able to pay, and your friend will surely suffer a beating! Why not carry him along? You can find a shady spot in the courtyard, and it will be easier for you to take care of him while you beg for alms!"
Recently, with frequent adjustments to the interest rate, the previously slightly improved injury has once again become severely painful
You were once blinded by greed, resorting to unscrupulous means, yet in the end, you could not escape such a tragic fate, demonstrating that the net of heaven is vast and all-encompassing, leaving no gaps.
Chang'e softly said: "Let me take a look"
Yang Jian closed his eyes, his face already a pale white
On the other side of the street, in front of a rouge stall, a stunningly beautiful fairy in plain clothing, cradling a pure white rabbit, was curiously watching the vendor mix the rouge
The Jade Emperor has once again stripped him of his position as the judicial deity, demoting him to the mortal realm, and from now on he can no longer harm others or himself
But he knew that the master was in great discomfort, as the clean robe he had just helped him put on was soon soaked with cold sweat
The wooden cart continues to traverse the streets and alleys of the city, while the Cerberus grows increasingly thin, and its clothing becomes more and more tattered, yet it always strives to accommodate Yang Jian's fastidious habits
The Celestial Dog shook its head vigorously and exclaimed: "No, not these. Have you forgotten who saved you? Have you forgotten those days in the True Lord's Temple?"
The onlookers were engaged in heated discussions, each remark piercing his chest like a sharp blade, while Chang'e's words echoed repeatedly in his heart
The Celestial Dog? Are you the Celestial Dog?
He did not discern the direction clearly, but one thought was exceptionally clear: he must not let them see the master, the master would not be able to withstand it, certainly would not be able to withstand it
He even secretly witnessed his master gathering true essence in the middle of the night with a divine gaze—this true essence was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, and the master’s body, convulsing in excruciating pain, revealed the immense torment that such an attempt would bring
The Fourth Princess elongated her voice and said: "Heavenly Justice Deity? Yang Jian, where has your former majesty and killing intent gone? How useful is a master like this to the Howling Celestial Dog? It will only burden you to the point where you cannot hold your head high. If I were you, I would just let him fend for himself; even looking at him is a disservice to oneself."
Bypassing the Celestial Hound, he reached out and touched Yang Jian's pulse gate
Princess Long Si could not help but exclaim
The celestial dog gently touched its master's forehead, feeling an extreme heat. Since he had coughed up blood yesterday, his condition had suddenly worsened significantly. How could I rest assured leaving him alone in the temple? I could only helplessly say: "Old ghost, is there any way? I don't want to go; my master cannot be left alone."
The joy of money? The headache is severe, and the injured area is burning intensely; the Hellhound momentarily did not react.
The Fourth Princess's voice was somewhat surprised as she said, "Strange, these two beggars seem very familiar. Get up and let me take a look? I will help you bandage your wounds"
He was somewhat puzzled, and following his master's gaze, he became completely frozen.
His gaze wandered everywhere, and he beheld the distant figures of Chang'e and Long Si gracefully departing.
The old beggar desperately pleaded for him, and after much effort, finally managed to persuade the leader to leave.
He haphazardly tied a knot in the rope, then got up and ran off, completely oblivious to how many stalls and pedestrians he knocked over.
He is not my master, you all should leave, leave!
The master's brow was often furrowed in the past, and now it has never relaxed further.
He disregarded his own safety and hurriedly pushed aside the scattered branches to rescue Yang Jian, who was trapped under the cart.
The Howling Celestial Dog shook its head desperately, while beneath it, Yang Jian's chest heaved violently. Although the Howling Celestial Dog was blocking above, that sound... That sound resonated, causing Yang Jian's heart to tremble, followed by a complete blankness.
Long Si coldly said: "Forget? Of course I will not forget. How could I forget who has relentlessly pressured my own nephew and repeatedly resorted to poison? How could I forget that after killing me, he even sought to disperse my soul?"
Yang Jian did not respond, as if he had not heard.
Suddenly, internal energy surged back violently, and amidst the sounds of tragic laughter, a mouthful of blood was spat onto the ground, leading to a loss of consciousness.
The only thing he could do was to block the moonlight with his body, repeatedly helping his master wipe away the cold sweat that oozed from the pain, praying that this long night could pass a little faster, even faster.
He did not dare to advise, for he knew that what the master intended to do was something that no one could dissuade him from.
Chang'e cradled the Jade Rabbit, lowering her head to look at Yang Jian, when the Celestial Hound rushed over to stand in between them, crying out in despair: "No, he is not my master"
Several beggars from elsewhere came to deliver a message, urging everyone to immediately go to the residence of the kind-hearted Zhao to request a red envelope as a token of goodwill
I asked Long Si for a few taels of broken silver and stuffed them into Yang Jian's bosom. I then used a silk scarf to bandage the wound on the head of the Howling Celestial Dog. Chang'e sighed softly and said to Yang Jian, "As for the past matters, I will advise the Fourth Princess not to pursue them any further.
The Celestial Dog, however, did not dare to sleep, for he was all too aware of what that scene during the day truly signified
You must sincerely reflect on your past actions and genuinely repent; only then will you have the opportunity to seek the understanding of everyone in the future
Another woman in red stood beside her, speaking with a smile and laughter.
Several large bundles of firewood fell, striking him on the forehead and leaving a long gash, blood streaming down his face
Wipe away the blood from the head of this pitiful beggar, revealing a face that is all too familiar.
The Celestial Dog let out a sigh of relief, wanting to lift its master, but its limbs had long since become weak and sore, causing it to fall to the ground instead
He cried out while pounding the ground: "I am sorry, it is my fault for being so foolish. Master, please do not be angry, Long Si... the Fourth Princess remembers nothing at all, and the fairy knows even less about the situation..."
The three-pronged, double-edged spear deeply embedded within her body flashed through her thoughts, and she could not help but let out a cold laugh, saying: "Yang Jian? It is actually you? So you too can have a day like this!"
The Celestial Dog was forcibly pulled apart, and then two exclamations of utter astonishment rang out
Fairies, Four Princesses, I implore you
The Celestial Dog lowered its head in silence, seeing that Yang Jian had awakened, gazing at the wound on its own head, its eyes filled with guilt, and its heart heavy with sorrow. It said to the old beggar, "Old ghost, you need not say anything, I am fine. However, what was it you just mentioned about seizing wedding gifts?"
It is unclear how long I have been running wildly; my vision is becoming blurred. With a loud bang, I crash into a wooden cart.
The Hound of Heaven's mouth twitched, blood blurred his eyes, and he could see nothing clearly
After returning with Yang Jian yesterday, he looked at his master's pale, lifeless face, feeling a sense of numbness. He was so anxious that he did not know what to do, and even when the beggar leader erupted in fury, he could not divert his attention from his master.
The Celestial Dog did not dare to retrieve the scarf, instead using its body to cover Yang Jian completely, pressing its own face tightly against the ground, enduring the pain from the sand and stones digging into its wounds, without raising its head.
The old beggar sighed, "You, yesterday you seemed as if you had lost your soul. Your friend has been ill for quite some time; is it necessary for you to be so anxious for him? Your injury is serious, and if you cannot hold on, he will have no choice but to wait for death!"
He struggled to suppress a groan, hoping that he would simply die from the pain and no longer have to face the impending mockery and ridicule