This worked too?
Even merit could be owed? Then could karmic burdens be deferred as well?
Could a landlord's household really run out of surplus grain? Was he determined to work this long-term laborer to death?
Inside the Lesser Qiong Peak secret chamber, Ling'e lay sprawled over her own little wooden table, watching her senior brother pace back and forth. She wanted to ask what exactly was wrong, yet did not dare interrupt his train of thought.
Where would Senior Brother hide his true body next time?
This thought inexplicably surfaced in Ling'e's heart, followed by a dispirited sigh.
Had all those soups and broths she painstakingly brewed merely soaked into paper effigies?
And what was with paper effigies sniffing things to see whether they were Poisonous...
Senior Brother's personality really was far too troublesome.
At last, Li Changshou stopped pacing, moved behind the desk, and picked up his brush to draw a heap of symbols Ling'e could not understand. Then he sat there in silent contemplation.
"Senior Brother, did something go wrong with the Anti-Heavenly Immortal Path Alliance?"
Ling'e gathered her courage and asked.
Li Changshou opened his mouth, but the matter was too absurd. He truly could not bring himself to say it.
He could hardly say that the Heavenly Dao currently owed him a huge sum of merit and had directly delayed the descent of his Merit Golden Body.
"Don't worry. It's only a small matter."
Li Changshou smiled gently, lowered his head, and continued writing. A faint glimmer flickered in his eyes.
How could it be a small matter?
By the old rule, first consider the worst possibility.
It was highly likely that a great tribulation awaited him ahead, and the Heavenly Dao was withholding his Merit Golden Body in order to use that tribulation to