Ma Chenyang hurriedly went to roll out the noodles and said, "Young Master, shall I make noodles for Jiutian? Noodles are good for healing."

"Just make it however you like, as long as it's hot and easy to digest."

Ma Chenyang went to cook, while Yin Jin'an took a child's mask and handed it to Jiutian: "Do you like it?"

It was a little tiger mask, which Jiutian liked very much. He immediately put it on his face and asked Yin Jin'an, "Second Uncle, can you still recognize me?"

Yin Jin'an said, "Of course I can recognize it."

Jiutian was somewhat displeased and said, "It's all covered up, how can you recognize it?"

"Isn't that simple? I could tell it was you at a glance."

"Second Uncle, did you buy it yourself?"

Yin Jin'an took out her mask, a wolf mask, which looked rather fierce.

Jiutian watched as Yin Jin'an put it on, and smiled, revealing her tiny teeth, saying, "I can't see my second uncle's face anymore."

"From now on, when we go out, we'll each wear a pair. You're the tiger, and I'm the wolf."

"I'm better than my second uncle."

With both masks on, their mood improved.

Ma Chenyang made two large bowls of noodles, and the uncle and nephew each had one bowl, eating them clean like starving ghosts.

Jiutian put on the mask and asked Ma Chenyang, "Can you still recognize me?"

Ma Chenyang deliberately tilted his head to look at you, and said in shock, "Oh my, I don't recognize you at all. If you were wearing this on the street, I definitely wouldn't recognize you."

Jiutian chuckled happily and said proudly, "My second uncle bought this for me! Once I wear it, no one will recognize me anymore, not even my master and senior brothers."

“Of course, this mask was bought by Young Master. No one but Young Master can recognize Jiutian.” Ma Chenyang’s expression was very certain.

Yin Jin'an almost rolled her eyes. These two are so childish!

Yin Jin'an questioned Jiu Tian several times about his fainting spell, but Jiu Tian dared not reveal the matter of drawing the blood talisman, fearing that his uncle would be displeased if he did.

"Second Uncle, I don't know why I fainted. I was just really worried about you, and then I passed out."

"That's it?" Yin Jin'an looked at the little Taoist priest blinking, knowing she was lying. "If you're lying, don't follow me anymore."

"Nine days have passed without a lie, Second Uncle is lying! Didn't you say you were going to get an antidote that day? Why didn't you go?"

How do you know I didn't go?

"I can tell fortunes! You didn't go to the doctor, but ran off to the mountains. Are you afraid that the poison will flare up and harm others?"

"You mean I would hurt someone?"

"Ah, no, no, my second uncle just gets a headache when he hears such a loud noise, and when the pain gets really bad, he definitely wants to hit someone."

Yin Jin'an thought Jiu Tian was right.

The events of the full moon night passed by as the two lied to each other and concealed things from one another.

But no one truly moved on from the past.

Jiutian suddenly understood. Her master had told her to come down the mountain to help her second uncle overcome his tribulation. Most likely, her second uncle's tribulation wasn't his leg injury, but rather that he would go mad on this full moon night.

After all, his second uncle's poisoning was so terrible. Not to mention the physical harm, even if someone with ulterior motives knew about his ability, they might try to use him to satisfy their ambitions.

My second uncle could very well become someone else's puppet killer without knowing anything, becoming an enemy of all mankind, hated by everyone, with nowhere to hide.

We must think carefully and come up with a way to save my second uncle before the next full moon.

Yin Jin'an thought to himself: Jiutian must be hiding something from him.

"It's alright, we can slowly trick you and get the truth out of you."

Before you knew it, it was the sixth day of the eleventh lunar month, the wedding day of Aunt Zhang's eldest son, Zhang Xiangliang.

The Zhang family wasn't wealthy, but the residents of Longmen Town were slightly better off than those in other villages, since they could set up stalls on the street during the off-season and earn some money.

Friends, relatives, and neighbors all went to the banquet.

Aunt Zhang came to invite Yin Jin'an and Jiu Tian again, and they gave them two taels of silver, which was more than all the congratulatory gifts given by relatives and friends.

Yin Jin'an didn't want to go, and neither did Jiu Tian.

"Second Uncle, I don't want to go. Their marriage is not worth blessing. I don't want to go."

“Then let’s not go.” Yin Jin’an had no interest in these kinds of rural gatherings to begin with.

Zhang Xiangliang and Ye Ting held their banquet at noon. After the guests left in the afternoon, there was still a lot of leftover food, wine, and steamed buns.

In the countryside, when guests have a banquet, the leftover food and meat are not thrown into the slop bucket, but into a large bucket called a mixed stew. If the guests are on good terms, their neighbors will share a bowl.

Aunt Zhang naturally wouldn't give Yin Jin'an and Jiu Tian the mixed stew; she specifically saved two bowls of untouched steamed pork belly and spicy chicken.

Seeing that Aunt Zhang was about to deliver food to someone, Ye Ting said, "Mom, let me go with you to deliver it and get to know the people in town."

Aunt Zhang thought that Jiutian didn't like her, so she wanted to refuse, but Ye Ting said with tears in her eyes, "At my brother and sister-in-law's house, they don't let me talk to outsiders."

Aunt Zhang softened and said, "Alright, you can meet the little immortal Jiutian too."