I'm the villain's own mother

Jikong moved closer to Mu Wanwan and said, "I think you feel more divine this time when you wake up."

Mu Wanwan was stunned, and her smile faded a bit.

It is true that she is the creator, but she is also a mortal in the empty world. When she comes here, she is no different from the mortals here. Naturally, there is no such thing as divinity.

When Jikong said this now, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but look at him again.

"Wanwan is just a mortal, how can he be said to be divine."

Jikong lowered his head and smiled: "Donor Mu, there is no need to be nervous, and there is no need to be so wary of the poor monk. I have seen the ornaments on your ears that were sent to the lower world by the angels of heaven, and I gave you a few instructions at that time."

Mu Wanwan was even more shocked. It was indeed mentioned more than once in the original book that there were two real immortals here. One was the ancestor Lingshan, but the other had never appeared before.

We only know that another person entered the Taoism at Lingshan at Daodao Gate, but there were many immortal cultivators in Lingshan that day, and there were many masters in the world, so no one knew who he was.

"How old were you then?" Mu Wanwan's calm voice was filled with shock.

Ji Kong seemed to think carefully for a long time before slowly speaking: "About twenty years old."

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and she didn't blame the news that he had become an immortal for so many years. After all, who could believe that a Buddhist cultivator could become an immortal in his twenties. Nowadays, monks like Feng Yuan are over the age of twenties.

, he is known as the leader of the world, but after all, he has never even reached the state of transformation into gods.

Jingkong smiled: "Donor Mu can't think of it like this. If we talk about good cultivation, we have to count it as Buddhist cultivators. We Buddhist cultivators have already cultivated the obstacles that the world cannot see through. According to your world

In other words, it’s like getting the questions you asked yourself. Plus, I’ve experienced more twists and turns in the first half of my life, so it’s naturally easier.”

Mu Wanwan was not embarrassed by being guessed, so she hesitated and said: "Then do you have a solution to this situation?"

Jikong smiled: "Donor Mu has his own plans, and I won't interfere specifically. I just want to say, Donor Mu, don't go too far."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "You really know everything." She stopped and thought for a moment, then said, "Then you already knew about the changes in this continent?"

The smile on Jikong's face faded, and he gradually became cautious: "Donor Mu, we thought that this riot would start after you left, so all our plans were placed a hundred years later. But due to unknown reasons,

The riots are ahead of schedule, so..."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "You are too late to make arrangements, so you need someone to help you delay. And I, a person from another world, can help you. In other words, it is more appropriate for me and the people in my book to be chosen by you."

Jikong no longer beat around the bush: "You are right. It is true that your book and you were selected by us, but this is not something we can decide."

Mu Wanwan became silent for a while.

After a long time, he slowly breathed out: "So, you not only want to use me, but also use the characters in my book. Don't you feel a little shameful?"

Jikong spoke calmly, and a ray of golden light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Mu Wanwan.

"This way, there won't be any casualties on our continent, and only a wisp of your soul and the words in your book will die."

Mu Wanwan said helplessly: "So, you helped me tamper with the text, helped me avoid Jiang Yingsi's ending, and also allowed me to escape the program's search. In other words, you and the program also reached an agreement, and I just discussed it with you.

Afterwards, the only person whose behavior was restricted was because you were not sure whether I would stand up and resist you because of my sympathy for the characters in the book. So from the beginning

You set the order to act according to the main line. Later, because the program was tampered with, you had no choice but to send out the ancestor Lingshan to regain the city. Then you went to Caiyi Town to optimize the program and expand content, and then to ensure that the main line remains unchanged.

Soon, the riots in this continent will not stop. Can you let me just give up the main line? It's really well-intentioned, but what can I gain?"

Jikong spoke more calmly than ever before: "Logically speaking, you can get some compensation from this world, but the people in your book have taken away from us what should have been yours, so.

You get nothing."

Mu Wanwan shed tears slowly and looked at Ji Kong: "You have known for a long time that I would not give up on them in my book like this, so you are extremely sure that I will listen to your instructions because I want them to live."

Jikong's expression was neither sad nor happy, just like a Buddha statue being worshiped high: "That's right, but we also gave you a choice."

Mu Wanwan was a little tired: "If it were someone else, the result would still be the same, and they would even be even more miserable than they are now."

Jikong nodded slowly: "That's why I, the Buddha, have shown mercy by letting you come."

Mu Wanwan sighed: "I understand. I will do my best to help you suppress the riot and delay for you, but you must ensure that I have complete freedom of movement in this world. And agree to one condition."

"We can guarantee you complete freedom within the scope of the program. If possible, can you know what the conditions are."

Mu Wanwan's eyes were filled with sadness and she smiled: "I haven't thought about it well, just remember it."

Jingkong stood up and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, as the donor said, the poor monk has important matters to attend to, so I will leave first."

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Sorry, I won't send you far."

She looked up at the swaying bead curtains on the bed curtains. Instead of feeling happy because she had obtained some freedom and a condition, she fell into deep sorrow.

She felt annoyed thinking that she might still have to take the route where Feng Yuan was exposed, because according to the inherent conditions of the program, this matter must not be changed. But she has the shield of the program and the conditions of heaven, maybe she can

Try to change something.

Even if she can't change, she will do her best to protect Song Zhujun, Xiao Fengyu and the others. She can't let her character work so hard for the mercy of others. Even the mainland Tiandao that provides them with a place to live can't do it.

If they were just words, then she might only feel sorry for being used by heaven. But when the words become a concrete person and stand in front of her, she will no longer be calm and calm.

Even if it costs her life, she must protect these characters standing in front of her alive.

They are not words, they are all living people in the lives they have experienced.

"Sister Wanwan, something big has happened."

Su Hu ran to the door, pulled Mu Wanwan and ran out.

Mu Wanwan stood in the dilapidated ancient city street, which, like Sprinkling Lane, had become a dead city.

Three steps to a mourning hall, five steps to a white flag.

There was a crow standing on the fallen branch. Maybe it noticed something, fluttered its wings a few times, and flew away.