Otros observaron y exclamaron maravillados: "¡Realmente es su cara! ¿Qué tipo de trasto es éste?"
"Se autoproclama dios, muy orgulloso y arrogante."
"Sí, definitivamente muy arrogante. Aja, aja, aja."
Wei Wuxian pensó para sí mismo: No lo sé.
Antes no estaba seguro, pero después de ver el ataúd, logró averiguar cómo era.
Esa estatua de Buda había sido tallada en la madre de Jin Guangyao, Meng Shi. En el ataúd originalmente se guardaba el cuerpo de Meng Shi.Golden Light Yao's mother was considered the lowest of prostitutes, and he wanted to carve a statue of Guanyin in her likeness, for thousands to kneel before and offer incense. Tonight, when he came to this Guanyin temple, besides taking Niek Mingjie's head, he also planned to take his mother's body away.
However, it no longer mattered now. Wei Wuxian was the clearest—nobody would care.
In a short while, this coffin would be sealed inside an even larger and more secure one, nailed with seventy-two peach wood stakes, sealed with nine layers of restrictions, buried underground, and marked with warning stones in some mountain range. The things sealed within it would never attain liberation for all eternity.
Niek Huaisang watched as several patriarchs carried his mother's body out of the Guanyin temple's threshold. He looked after her a moment, then lowered his head to pat away the dirty soil on his clothes and walked towards the door in a swaying manner.
The fairy waited anxiously outside for the master, barking loudly twice. Hearing this sound, Jin Ling suddenly remembered that when the fairy was still a clumsy puppy barely reaching his knees, it was Golden Light Yao who brought it over.
Back then, he had been just a few years old and had fought with other children on Jinneng Platform. Though he won, he wasn't satisfied. He threw things around in his room while sobbing loudly. The maidservants and servants didn't dare approach him for fear of being hit. His little uncle smiled and crawled out to ask what was wrong. Immediately, he smashed a vase at Golden Light Yao's feet. Golden Light Yao said: "Oh dear, you're so fierce; I was scared." He walked away shaking his head as if genuinely frightened.
The next day, he brought the fairy over.
Suddenly, tears began rolling down Jin Ling's cheeks again.
He had always thought crying was a sign of weakness and dismissed it. But besides shedding copious tears, there was no way to express the pain and anger in his heart.
For some reason, he couldn't blame anyone or hate anyone. Wei Wuxian, Golden Light Yao, Wen Ning—each one bore some responsibility for his parents' death, each one had reasons to despise him. But it seemed like every single person also had excuses that made him unable to hate them. But if not hating them, who could he hate? Did he deserve to lose both his parents from a young age? Was he fated to be unable to seek revenge, kill, or even harbor resentment?
He felt an inexplicable dissatisfaction and sense of grievance.
A patriarch noticed Jin Ling crying over the coffin and asked, "Young Master Golden, are you mourning for your uncle?"
When Jin Ling didn't respond, this patriarch lectured in a senior tone, "Dry up those tears. A person like your uncle doesn't deserve to be mourned by anyone. Young Master, you mustn't be so weak. You should straighten…"
If it were the era when the Patriarch of Lanling Jin Family was still the Supreme Immortal and unified all other families, no patriarch would dare claim seniority to lecture Jin Family's descendants. With Golden Light Yao dead, the Lanling Jin Family had nobody to support its position, and its reputation was ruined; thus, this patriarch dared to speak. Jin Ling's mind was already in a muddle with conflicting emotions. Hearing this patriarch lecturing, he bellowed, "I just want to cry! Who are you? Do you even care that others are crying?"