Beyond the universe, Central World.
Mr. Chu Yi, Wu Chu's incarnation, looked at the Buddhist followers bound to stone pillars, awaiting execution by fire, and dearly wanted to send them off with a poem of righteous martyrdom, such as, "To face the blade is joy; I have not betrayed my youthful head," or, "I laugh toward heaven with my blade held high; whether I stay or go, my courage stands as firm as Kunlun."
But after thinking it over, he decided against it. On someone else's turf, keeping a low profile was the way to go! Hadn't the disciples those two brothers raised with such fanfare been branded heretics and persecuted?
Besides, they were Buddhist followers. What did their deaths have to do with him?
Thus, the refined and easygoing Mr. Chu Yi became one of the melon-eating spectators watching the show.
"Burn them! Burn them..."
Mr. Chu Yi waved his fist and joined the spectators who loved nothing more than stirring up trouble.
In the distance, an ascetic saw Mr. Chu Yi and could not help cursing inwardly: Damn it! Can't you act like a human being? You've already come to this universe beyond the cosmos, and you're still such a bastard!
Primordial Land, midway up the back mountain of a small southwestern village.
Yao Ji said to Wu Chu, "We've been living quite well. Though our days are plain, our family of five is very warm and happy. His abilities may not be great, but he has studied and can read and write. In the little village below the mountain, he was also a teacher at the village school..."
It was only that he had been bedridden recently, so she had split off an incarnation, transformed it into his likeness, and sent it to take his