In the dream, she heard the girlâs prayers to God, sincerely praying for her husband, Yun Qian... she didnât know what to feel.
Of course, she wouldnât be jealous.
But she also felt something slowly growing inside her...
This might be her guilt.
Compared to the passionate yet restrained Miss Liu, Miss Yun has so much to learn, so much to strive for... Otherwise, why should she replace her destiny, why replace her marriage?
Just because of the unacceptable passage of time?
Yun Qian thought everything she did was to make "him" happy, but in fact, even if she wasnât there, someone else could make him happy too.
Miss Liuâs wishes seemed to splash like spring water into Yun Qianâs eyes, reflecting a shimmering mist.
Yun Qian slowly closed her eyes, covering the emotions that were about to overflow.
She deeply realized something.
She needed to try harder.
If she went through life beside him, and at the final reckoning felt her presence wasnât worth it, then the name "Yun Qian" would be a failure indeed.
Not knowing what to do, Miss Yun could start by learning something simple; she was an eager learner.
ââFor example, she also wanted to go to the temple and pray for her husband, praying for those things God could give him that she couldnât.
At least not the same temple as Liu Qingluo, she needed a different one.
Hmm...
Was Liu Qingluo kneeling when she prayed?
In the girlâs prayersââ
Miss Yun is also a girl.
The guilty Miss Yun decided to pray to God today.
Which God would be so lucky?
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On the Cloud Boat.
Watching Yun Qian closely, Xu Changâan had no idea what his Miss Yun was thinking, nor did he know which Godâs temple she intended to trouble.
He simply couldnât understand Miss Yunâs logic.
Yun Qian leaned against him, covered by the thick blanket Xu Changâan had taken from the Storage Pouch, disrupted by her breathing, she slowly opened her eyes.
Feeling a little dazed, Yun Qian covered her lips with her finger and yawned.
"Ha... ah..."
At that moment, her eyelashes lightly trembled, her eyes carried a hint of moisture, akin to plum blossoms quivering in the early morning, with dew drops on the reddish petals.
Seeing Yun Qian wake up, Xu Changâan smiled: "How was your sleep, still comfortable?"
"..." Yun Qianâs gaze was vacant for a moment, then she shook her head.
"Just now... I dreamt."
"Blame me." Xu Changâan immediately said: "Sleeping so uncomfortably, naturally youâd dream."
He quickly reached out and pulled Yun Qian into his arms, patting her back: "Hopefully, it wasnât a nightmare."
"How do you know itâs a nightmare?" Yun Qian blinked.
"Really was a nightmare?" Xu Changâan was just joking, but hearing Yun Qianâs words, he immediately became tense.
"Just for a moment..." Yun Qian traced her finger across her lips, seriously saying: "Then it wasnât uncomfortable."
Her husbandâs kiss, like a gentle breeze, scattered her past, pulling her up from the depths of the sea.
"Cough." Xu Changâan coughed lightly.
Had the girl realized what he did while she slept...
"So, why did you wake up?" Xu Changâan slightly tightened his hold, the girl was wrapped in his embrace, "It hasnât been long at all, and since the nightmareâs gone, why donât you sleep a bit more."
Wrapped in Xu Changâanâs atmosphere, Yun Qianâs expression remained calm, but her ears blushed, she twisted a bit, "Thereâs something I want to ask you."
"What is it?"
"About God."
"God?"
Listening to Yun Qianâs strange words, Xu Changâan was a bit puzzled, thinking carefully, he realized it was probably his own fault again.
Previously, when he saw the Grand Monk at the ruined temple in Beisang City, he mentioned "Buddha" to her, saying it was a type of God.
Later, he suspected she was some "God" from the heavens messing with him...
After all these mentions of God, itâs not surprising Miss Yun would be curious.
Itâs not a taboo topic anyway, so Xu Changâan nodded: "Whatâs about God? Anything you want to ask?"
"What is God, I donât understand." Yun Qianâs watery eyes showed confusion.
"Didnât the novels I transcribed mention it?" Xu Changâan asked back.
"Just briefly, I want to know more specifically." Yun Qian buried her head against Xu Changâan, thinking... if itâs a God he recognized, praying for him should be more effective.
"Let me think." Xu Changâan didnât intend to brush off the girl, and after some thought, he explained: "Miss, to understand God, you must divide it into parts."
"Divide?" Yun Qian tilted her head, thinking she should kill the God before praying?
"First is âGodâ, God is the essence of humanity, having God leads to heart, having heart leads to thought."
"âMingâ, then, means clear and thorough."
Oh, so thatâs the division.
She misunderstood.
Yun Qian continued listening.
"So, the original meaning of God refers to those who have cultivated to a high level, becoming one inside and out to the extreme, their âGodâ manifesting in thoughts and actions."
After careful thinking, Xu Changâan gave Yun Qian a concept of mortals becoming Gods.
By this logic, Zhu Pingniang, Li Zhibai, both have cultivated to very high levels, they can be considered Gods.
The closest to being God, or even said to be God itself, would of course be Sect Leader Chaoyun.
After simply understanding, Yun Qian thought praying to such people seemed different from the God she understood from Xu Changâanâs books, slightly odd: "Your book... doesnât say this, itâs the type where you can make wishes."
"I know." Xu Changâan spread his hands: "The God in books refers to all divine beings, omnipotent ones... correct?"
"Mm." Yun Qian nodded.
Omnipotence was impossible, knowing even the girl couldnât be omnipotent, she couldnât ensure Xu Changâanâs constant affection, how could there be an omnipotent God.
But roughly thatâs the idea.
"I personally prefer the God after mortals reach spiritual enlightenment." Xu Changâan placed his palm on Yun Qianâs abdomen, saying: "But the God Miss understands is the conventional one, the creator and ruler of everything in this world, thereâs nothing more to say."
For wish-making, naturally this kind of God is more popular.
But this kind of God is the firm belief of superstitious people, it means nothing to him.
Yet Yun Qian wanted this type of God, as she used Liu Qingluoâs logic.
"The creator and ruler of everything in this world..." Yun Qian repeated twice, looking down.
She knew this, right before her eyes, hidden within her husband.
The creator and ruler of everything in this world, isnât that the Supreme Principle of Heaven and Earth, Impermanence Dao?
Thatâs now hiding inside Xu Changâan, thinking of itself as the System.
It truly is God.
Meaning, should she pray to it?
By kneeling?
But if she suddenly kneeled in front of her husband, he wouldnât be pleased.
Yun Qian wouldnât feel ashamed to recite Liu Qingluoâs lines before Xu Changâan, merely thought heâd find it strange, think she was ill.
Besides, Miss Liu prayed without him knowing, avoiding trouble.
Yun Qian also didnât want him to know... unless he asked her.
But Xu Changâan explained Godâs meaning clearly.
"...?"
Whatever Xu Changâan was contemplating, he suddenly noticed the Celestial Dao Points inexplicably rising again, and glanced down to see they were definitely nearing Beisang City.
"This Beisang City is indeed strange." Xu Changâan frowned, murmured: "Those fifty thousand Celestial Dao Points last time are still unexplained... now itâs happening again."
He spoke freely, presumptive Yun Qian wouldnât understand.
"Is it the Godâs doing?" Yun Qian asked.
"Miss, do you dislike Gods? Using such words?" Xu Changâan was helpless.
"Donât know." Yun Qian thought she was contemplating kneeling.
Smelling Xu Changâanâs scent, observing the mysterious Dao Pattern on him, the girlâs eyes were deep and still, contemplating unknown thoughts.
System: "..."