The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"My lord! My lord is back!"

With a joyful announcement, a faint ripple stirred in the desolate land. The divine messengers stopped in their tracks, bowed, and respectfully welcomed the return of the Lord of the Divine Realm.

"grown ups!"

"grown ups!"

"The master is finally back!"

In the past, Qingjun never felt that the Shengyuan Divine Realm was desolate, but now, with half of the divine messengers gone and the spiritual power weakened, even the hundred-mile sea of ​​flowers outside the temple has withered and turned yellow, devoid of any vitality.

She has truly made a grave mistake, neglecting her divine duties and indulging in personal feelings. Even if she hadn't been discovered this time when she descended to the mortal realm, she should have gone to the Sky-Gazing Tree to request the Thunder Whip, just to clear her mind and solidify her Dao heart.

"Where are Ah Wu and Ah Liu?"

"Lord Wu and Lord Liu are conducting official business in the main hall." The accompanying divine messenger replied while bowing and adding incense to the deities with flower dew.

It is already midnight, a time when yin energy is dominant and yang energy is weak, and spiritual energy is thin. Yet, Ah Wu and Ah Liu are still busy. It seems that she has left behind a huge mess after she left.

After a short rest, Qingjun went to the main hall. Although she was prepared, her defenses crumbled the moment she pushed open the door.

One pile, two stacks, three mountains—the once empty hall is now so crowded that there's nowhere to step. Take half a step inside and dust fills the air; take another half step and the ground and mountains will collapse.

"My lord, is that you back!" A voice came from the pile of books. It was Ah Liu. His voice was loud and clear, and he sounded quite energetic. It seemed that the situation was not too bad.

"Sir, we cannot perform the proper greetings. Please come in first!"

The word "drill" is used well; it took the combined efforts of several divine messengers to clear a path for Qingjun.

"Sir, we're still busy!"

At his desk, Ah Liu was engrossed in writing, not even having a moment to look up. He seemed to have developed the ability and spirit to stand on his own!

Where is A-Wu? A-Wu's eyes are empty, his soul seems to have left his body. Upon closer inspection, the tear stains on his little face have dried into two salt stains. He has no strength in his hands and is just mechanically grinding ink in circles, just like a little donkey that has been starving for three days and is being ground on a millstone.

"My Lord!" The dim eyes were finally lit up, and in an instant, tears welled up in her eyes. Ah Wu dropped the inkstone, ran a little, and suddenly fell into the arms of the deity.

"My lord~ I'm so tired~" Ah Wu, who was always so considerate and polite, was extremely aggrieved. He kept sobbing and snuggled into the neck of the deity.

"Ah Wu, you're already a great divine messenger, why are you still acting like a spoiled child?" Ah Liu, who used to be mischievous, was now acting like a mature young lady, criticizing Ah Wu.

"Ah Wu, you've suffered. It's my fault, it's my fault. Ah Wu, don't cry. Ah Liu, you should stop writing too, and give it to me." Qingjun rubbed Ah Liu's head and then patted Ah Wu's back, soothing her back again and again.

"The master seems a little different." Ah Liu got up and, following Qing Jun's method, began to relax Ah Wu.

"Have I treated you badly in the past?"

Ah Liu shook his little head like a rattle drum, "It's different, the adults seem gentler and warmer."

"Is that a compliment?" Qingjun was amused by A-Liu, and rubbed her cheeks and smoothed her hair.

"Hehe, but whether in the past or now, the Lord God is very kind!" Ah Liu pounced into Qing Jun's arms, the two children on either side, giving Qing Jun a full hug.

However, Ah Liu was right. She was different now. Even now, she still carried the shadow of Jiang Zhiyang in her—unconsciously learning from him to give others a warm and solid support.

"Alright, Ah Liu, it's your turn to report. How many divine messengers are left in the Divine Realm?"

Ah Liu immediately stood up, adopting a mature demeanor. "While the adults were away, Ah Yi was in charge of overall coordination, while Ah Wu and I were responsible for organizing and writing the prayer book. We processed a total of 3,258 prayer slips. The divine messengers activated the spiritual fire to pray for rain, resulting in the loss of 1,001 divine messengers. Now, only 23 remain."

Twenty-three? If Qingjun returns even one more day late, he will compound his mistakes and create a huge hole in the Shengyuan Divine Realm.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qingjun waved his hand, and a burst of light spread out, gradually transforming the spiritual energy into form, and the divine messengers were reshaped.

Several months later, the Divine Realm of Life and Wish has been completely renewed. The filth has been eliminated, the weeds have been eradicated, and the sea of ​​flowers is like waves, exuding fragrance. Spirit butterflies flutter and find their home. And once again, lively footsteps can be heard in the empty and desolate temple corridors.

The messengers worked tirelessly, each fulfilling their duties, and in the blink of an eye, everything was restored to normal, in perfect order.

"My lord, where is my gift?"

Yes, yes, this is Ah Liu, the playful and mischievous Ah Liu. She blinked her eyes and held out her little hands, forming a small bowl.

"I'm sorry, I had to rush back. I'll buy it for you next time. I'll definitely remember to buy it for you next time."

"Next time? There's always a next time! Look at Ah Wu, he's exhausted like a puppy! It must be because life is too fun, and the adults have all become so engrossed in their play that they've forgotten to go home!"

Home, yes, this is her home, a place of gentle breezes and bright sunshine, where flowers bloom in abundance, where no one toils for food and clothing, nor worries about tomorrow.

However, Qingjun's heart was never at peace; it seemed as if he was thinking about something, as if he was waiting for something.

"My lord, it's time to go and pray for blessings."

Qingjun's thoughts were interrupted. She stood on Fuyoujian again. The scenery before her was the same, but she felt very different.

As dawn breaks and the east turns white, all beings are like mayflies under a blessed sky. Yet, even as mayflies, they look up to see a clear blue sky and a crisp, clear air. A brand new day dawns like the rising sun, and filled with joy, they set off on their journeys, carrying heavy hopes.

At this hour, Xiulian must already be up. She's used to reading in the morning and then helping Aunt Dong prepare breakfast in the kitchen; Xiaotao and Ali are inseparable, urging the still-sleepy Xuanxuan to brush her teeth in the backyard; Jiang Shuo is all smiles, singing as he dresses the little ones; a yawn comes from Old Master Jiang's room, and he's doing his morning exercises again, leaning on his cane; Jiang Zhiyang… he's probably off to fawn over some pretty lady's window again, ugh…

"My lord, let's go for a walk in the flower field!"

A profusion of flowers cannot compare to the radiant lights of the human world, nor to the rich fragrance of human lights. Rather than a hearty meal, Qingjun felt a surge of gluttony at the thought of this. Alas, he had fallen into depravity.

At this hour, Leshan Hall should be having lunch. Xiulian, who is trying to stay slim, always only eats half full before leaving the table early. Xuanxuan is growing, and Xiaotao and Ali are piling food into her bowl from either side. Aunt Dong doesn't sit at the table and often eats standing up, just so the younger generation at the table can eat more. As for Jiang Zhiyang... he's probably off to fawn over some pretty lady's window again, ugh...

"Sir, let's go water the apple tree!"

It was the dead of winter in the human world, with sparse vegetation and barren Niu Mountain, but this apple tree that had fallen to the ground in the divine realm was flourishing with lush foliage, its branches spreading wide and its branches forming a canopy.

"What's that? Has it snowed?"

"Sir, it's a flower! Come closer and take a look!" Ah Liu circled the thick tree trunk, generously sprinkling a handful of flower dew.

Qingjun approached and saw that it was indeed a flower. The petals were like snow, but tinged with a light pink, like a woman's smiling face, delicate and beautiful.

"This flower is exquisite; it is more elegant and understated than the camellia..."

Wrong, wrong again. She actually said such biased things, and suddenly, my worries were compounded.