Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!-Chapter 718 This Person Is No Longer the Same Person

Chapter 718: Chapter 718 This Person Is No Longer the Same Person

Changqing noticed her amazed gaze and his eyes also shifted to the winding mountain ranges.

"Miss Jiang is steadier than her peers, such expression is rarely seen on the face of a female benefactor like you."

He could tell.

She wasn’t admiring the scenery, but the profound changes behind it.

Even he, a cultivator, rarely had such insights, yet she, in the prime of her youth, seemed touched by an ancient sense of transience.

Jiang Li was startled, gathered her thoughts, and smiled.

"Perhaps it’s because I’ve read a lot, and I happen to understand some Mystical Skills, so I know more than my peers."

Changqing nodded, didn’t press further, and turned his gaze back to the light snow drifting outside.

After a while, Jiang Li suddenly spoke, "May I ask you a question, young Daoist?"

"Please speak, benefactor."

"You are well-learned in your arts, do you know if someone’s Fate suddenly shatters and takes a drastically different extreme, what does that signify?"

She couldn’t find an answer in the many ancient texts she reviewed about Su Yinwan’s case.

Since she happened to come to this Daoist Temple and met a knowledgeable young Daoist, perhaps he could offer the answers she sought.

Changqing frowned in thought.

"The signs from divination are human-defined, a person’s life path is largely predetermined; usually, without exceptional fortune or abilities, the chances of altering one’s fate are slim, but not impossible."

"Strong Arrays can accomplish this, or perhaps..." Changqing looked deeply at Jiang Li, "this person is no longer the original person."

Jiang Li was startled.

Yes.

Why hadn’t she thought of that?

Her own Fate had undergone dramatic changes, precisely because her spirit was no longer the same, wasn’t it?

Perhaps it was the same for Su Yinwan?

But why had she taken a path so different from what the books stated?

"Then..." Jiang Li countered, "young Daoist, have you encountered this latter situation?"

"Perhaps," Changqing said, "but I grew up in this temple from a young age, seldom leave the mountain, and lack experience. If you have difficult questions, perhaps my master can enlighten you."

"Do you mean Daoist Shuiyun?"

She had often heard He Yun mention this Daoist Shuiyun before coming.

Initially, he compared several Daoist temples for tranquility.

This temple was initially his least preferred due to its remoteness and dilapidation.

But the moment he met Daoist Shuiyun on the mountain, he was astonished by his demeanor.

Describing him as having the appearance of an immortal wasn’t an exaggeration.

Moreover, his conversation was substantial, which comforted him greatly, plus the environment here was quite pleasant, unlikely to be disturbed by fans, so he eventually chose this place.

She had been interested in this Daoist Shuiyun before, and now that she had the chance to meet him, it was ideal.

"Unfortunately," Changqing shook his head lightly, "my master has just entered solitude two days ago, and it is inappropriate for him to meet guests today."

Jiang Li was somewhat disappointed but still smiled:

"No worries, if it’s meant to be, we will meet."

Changqing looked at her again, his eyes deepening.

After walking around the back mountain for a while, Jiang Li had basically understood the situation of this temple and grew curious.

"Changqing, young Daoist, I see that the temple’s founding master’s Spiritual Power is quite strong, you are cultivated well, and the scenery around is also good, why are there so few visitors?"

She had noticed when she entered.

The golden statues of the founding master inside the hall had lost much of their luster, and the eaves were barely stable, just managing to keep out the chill.

They could see that the incense business inside the temple wasn’t thriving.

Changqing heaved a long sigh.

"Incense burning is also a business, as Miss Jiang has seen, our Shuiyun Temple isn’t doing well."

"The spirit of our founding ancestor is powerful, but the location of Shuiyun Mountain is so remote not many people know about it, and with the temples in the Capital thriving continuously, we get even fewer visitors."

Jiang Li said, "Have you guys never thought about promoting it?"

"We tried," Changqing replied. "Chang Song and I went down the mountain several times this year, but the gain was minimal. The turnout today, with Miss Jiang here, is even better than usual."

Jiang Li nodded, looking at the site brimming with spiritual power, and couldn’t help but feel it was a pity.

Changqing then took her on a tour around the Daoist temple and soon invited her to have a vegetarian meal.

The dishes were all made with wild vegetables grown right in the temple’s garden, fresh and delicious.

But Jiang Yan wasn’t used to such light food and complained repeatedly.

Holding her chopsticks, Jiang Li glanced at him and said flatly, "Jiang Yan, you might want to watch your words in front of the revered grandmaster—or else—"

"Hiss—"

Before Jiang Li could finish, Jiang Yan accidentally bit his own tongue.

And he bit it hard.

The taste of blood immediately spread in his mouth, and he started hopping around the room in pain.

The people sitting at the table continued eating their meals in silence.

Afterward, Jiang Yan quieted down considerably, not only finishing his meal but even devoutly bowing twice after eating.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped.

Surprisingly, some visitors arrived at the temple.

After finishing her tour, Jiang Li led Ji Yanbai back home.

After seeing off the visitors, Changqing returned and immediately saw Chang Song approaching with a cheerful gait.

"Senior brother, we had quite a few visitors this noon, more than we’ve had in the past few days combined, this Mr. Jiang really is our lucky star."

Changqing gave a meaningful smile but didn’t respond, lifting his robe as he stepped inside the temple.

"Is Chang Rong still not up?"

"Not yet, senior brother, you know how he is. As soon as master goes into seclusion, that kid starts slacking off. These past two days, he’s barely left his bed, just keeps saying it’s too cold and stays in until noon."

Changqing frowned, about to go rebuke Chang Rong in his room, when he saw him rubbing his eyes and emerging from his door.

"Senior brother," the youngster said sweetly, "it’s so noisy in the temple today, did visitors come? Did we get any incense money? Can I get an air conditioner in my room now?"

Chang Song chuckled twice, "Little brother Chang Rong, we had quite a few visitors today, and a female benefactor donated a hundred thousand in incense money!"

Chang Rong’s eyes popped open instantly.

His eyes were already big and vibrant, but now they expanded to the size of brass bells.

"A hundred thousand incense money?!" he dashed to Changqing, "Can we install air conditioning in all the temple’s guest rooms now?!"

Changqing lifted the duster and gently tapped his head, then continued walking forward.

"Forget it, that money is reserved for constructing the golden statue of our founding ancestor."

"Ah?!" Chang Rong ran after him disappointedly.

"So, can’t we just install an air conditioner in my room? You and master could come stay there too."

Changqing was firm, "That’s why I say you don’t study enough. If you practiced more, you could withstand the cold like master and me."

Chang Rong fell silent, sulking on the corridor without a word.

Changqing waved at him, "Come have your meal."

Chang Rong: "Hmph."

Changqing took a few steps back, his expression somewhat cryptically deep.

"Do you know who that female benefactor who donated the incense money was?"