There's no trace of love in him.

There was no rush on the return trip, so Linghong's driving was not as scary as the way there.

When passing Yue Lao Temple on the way, they stopped to offer several boxes of meat and vegetable cakes and introduced Hu Ziyu to several cadres. Hu Ziyu felt relieved when he learned that the magpie that had previously rubbed the rear bumper of the Tesla was only frightened and had a slightly twisted neck, but it was not seriously injured.

In the main hall of Guanghan Palace, the Twelve Golden Hairpins had been waiting in line for a long time. Upon seeing the master and servant return, they shouted in unison, "Congratulations to the Master for taking first place! The Master is extremely talented and wise, and he truly deserves the title!"

"Thank you, sisters." Hu Ziyu asked everyone to be polite and not to offer special greetings or congratulations. He then asked Yu Chan to pass out the drinks and snacks. Ling Hong handed the Qian Kun bag to Chun Xiang and kept interrupting, "The etiquette of Yutu Temple is relatively rare in the celestial realm. Generally speaking, one must kowtow. No one can raise their head unless the master says so."

"Uh" Hu Ziyu curled his lips. It's not a palace drama, so why be so particular.

Back inside the temple, Chunxiang first retrieved the developing equipment, sound amplification equipment, and other items, and asked Xia Lian and the others to help take them to the equipment room. Finally, it was the turn of the Overlord Peaches.

She didn't know what to do, so she just held it carefully in her arms and asked Yuchan to bring a fruit plate as a backup.

"Master, what should we do?" Chunxiang asked.

"Kill them! Otherwise, are they going to be displayed as decorations?" Ling Hong pointed at the heads of several people currently sitting on the sofa in the reception area: "Feed them each a small piece. Remember, don't cut them bigger than sugar cubes! If it's nothing important or has no use, hurry back in a moment." Unlike the assistant officer's indifference, Hu Ziyu hurried forward to greet the guests as soon as he heard that there were guests coming.

Just now, all Twelve Golden Hairpins were out, leaving the Jade Rabbit Temple to play the empty city trick. The three groups of visitors shouted for a long time, but no one came out to respond. They felt strange, but didn't care much. Without further investigation, they went in and took their seats.

"Bunny, you're back!" Wan Taian, who was closest to him, waved at him.

"I begged Hou Tu Niangniang to let me go for two days so that I could spend some time with my friends before I was formally tortured by the Earth Goddess."

"Zi Yu, Master, I'm here to bother you with my friends." On the sofa, Ao Botong and five friends dressed in yellow, brown, emerald, blue and plain clothes stood up simultaneously and bowed to the two of them.

Among them, the two gods, Thunder Master and Earth Master, were seen by Hu Ziyu in Lingxiao Palace. As for the three unfamiliar people, they must be the God of Thunder, Water Master and Rain Master.

Hu Ziyu did not dare to neglect the distinguished guests who had a good relationship with the Dragon King Palace, and greeted them one by one.

To enter Mingyue Pass, one needs a pass token issued by the Taiyin Palace. Wan Taian likely just shamelessly begged for it from the boss, Hou Tu Niangniang. Ao Botong's mother and the Taiyin Star Lord are long-time acquaintances, so obtaining the token wouldn't be difficult. If it weren't for the Taiyin Palace blocking the way, there would likely be even more unruly visitors.

Hu Ziyu was a little surprised. Ao Botong had just said that he would settle the issue of the reporters following him, but in the blink of an eye, the people followed him back to the temple.

"Brother Suanni is really quick. We just left the cafe not long ago and you guys are already here."

"So what?" The young man in green sitting in the middle raised the corner of his mouth, looking extremely proud.

"Anywhere there's water, a thousand miles away is within reach; I can be there in a flash." Ao Botong said with a smile, "We can ride the Tianhe River near Xianjing and cross the Moon Sea at Mingyue Pass, all thanks to Master Shui. Also, my friends have already diligently carried out the promise I made earlier, so please don't worry, Ziyu and Master."

Hu Ziyu was puzzled. The so-called lunar seas were merely large plains on the moon that were lower than the surrounding area. They were not only composed of basalt but also contained no water. Could it be that the scientists were mistaken? Linghu sat on the single sofa, his arms folded across his chest, his face as sour as a dried-up corpse.

Seeing Hu Ziyu and the other two approaching, he quickly stood up and was about to speak, but unexpectedly, several others got there first, which only made his already high temper even more intense.

"How slow! Where have you been?" As an immortal, he couldn't argue with Hu Ziyu. His criticism was naturally directed at Ling Hong. His token had been signed by Hu Tianbao during his brief stint at the Jade Rabbit Monastery. Ling Hong followed suit, clasping his hands. "Taking the master on errands, meeting people, paying respects... Unlike you, being an assistant official is so relaxing and effortless. You don't have to worry about anything." Ling Hong tilted his neck, tapping his right toe in small steps.

"My master is sensitive and delicate, and doesn't like to be in the spotlight. I respect him and obey him. Unlike you, you always put yourself above the master. If you don't make it clear, outsiders won't know who the master is."

"What did you say? Looks like they need some help..." Ling Hong cracked his knuckles until they made a creaking sound. If it weren't for the foreign guests present, Yutu Temple would have been reduced to post-war ruins in an instant. With two active volcanoes about to erupt again, Hu Ziyu pondered how to mediate the dispute while searching for Zhu Huaizi.

Just as Ling Hu said, Zhu Huaizi did not come.

Although the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the other guests ignored it, intently watching the live broadcast of the concert. Wan Taian not only hummed along but also swayed from side to side.

"Anyway, I'm delivering these to Donglai on behalf of my Master! And..." Ling Hu pulled a square piece of paper from his sleeve and slammed it onto the coffee table. "Our department has a group buy, so don't bother with it. Just have the logistics company deliver it." As he slammed the table, the seven-colored glazed tree on top of it swayed a few times.

Hu Ziyu had never paid attention to the furnishings in the reception area, and he had no idea where the colorful tree with a coral base came from, but he didn't particularly care. He stretched out his right hand, picked up the piece of paper, and opened it. It was a flyer that the female fairy of Taiyin Temple had distributed in the temple earlier. Next to the flyer were stacks of mysterious strips wrapped in brown paper bags. Ling Hong was very unhappy and said angrily: "Do you think I'm a cake seller in Yutu Temple? If you want to order, order online. Otherwise, go to the food department of Jinchan Institute. What are you doing here?" Ao Botong and others on the side were about to take out the order form, but Ling Hong was angry and stuffed the papers back into his sleeves.

"Anyway, this is what my master wants to give to the master of the temple. Congratulations on winning the championship. Please forgive me for taking my leave!" Ling Hu asked Hu Ziyu to return the order. Before leaving, he did not forget to bow as a courtesy.

"Zhenjun is very grateful to you and Ms. Liang. If it weren't for you, the performance would have been a failure." Hu Ziyu smiled. He just gave a box of healing mooncakes. If there was any credit, it should all be attributed to Liang Yanqi. "No, I didn't help at all.

Zhenjun’s singing voice is so beautiful, it would be a pity to hide it. By the way, what is that?” He pointed to the paper bag on the table. Linghu’s face flushed slightly, and his speech suddenly became stammering. “Your humble servant doesn’t know. Zhenjun said that you can feel free to look through it and deal with it as you please. Goodbye.” After saying that, Linghu ran away, and his ankle twisted as he walked down the hallway.

Hu Ziyu asked him to wait a moment and called Jinzhi and Yinye to the storeroom to get some girlish skincare products, perfumes, and a few boxes of candy and biscuits as a return gift for Zhu Huaizi. It was estimated that these things would not be easily found in the offerings that believers brought to the Wenchang Temple. Linghu took it, thanked him, and bowed before leaving. Holding the paper bag, Hu Ziyu glanced inside. At first, there was a pile of small-format novels, most of which had covers depicting two half-naked men hugging each other, with a red circle marked with an 18+ mark in the upper left corner. The author of these books was the same person, the Huaiyu Palace Master, a young lolita with a weak and sickly body, and a prolific Chinese danmei writer. Hu Qingyang had many books written by this guy hidden in his closet, and occasionally he would take them to discuss with Hu Ziyu. Hu Ziyu wanted to scold the author more than once: "Real gays are not what you think!" He never expected that the Huaiyu Palace Master was actually Zhu Huaizi, a truly weak and sickly young lolita.

Ling Hong knew a thing or two, and while he warned her, he didn't rebuke her or reject her. "Don't read books like this too often, or you'll lose your merit. If those female immortals ask to borrow from you, don't give them to her unless she has over a thousand merits."

"Got it." Hu Ziyu called out his PAD and casually threw it into the free version of the storage APP with extremely limited capacity.

"Let me help you change into your regular clothes first." Linghong was about to move when his peripheral vision caught sight of the colorful glass tree on the table. Without waiting for the master and servant to question him, Ao Botong explained, "This is just a small gift from the Dragon King Palace. It's not a token of respect, but please accept it." Linghong opened the Appraisal app and enabled the image search function. He discovered that what they had thought was agate stems was actually top-grade deep Hussein coral; and that the fruit tree, which looked like glass beads, was also crafted from a variety of rare gemstones.

This seven-colored treasure tree, about a foot and a half in size, cannot be bought on the market. If it is taken to a collector's gathering and auctioned, it will be worth at least tens of millions of taels of gold.

"To propose marriage," Ling Hongkaishan asked.

"It's just a small betrothal gift. If Ziyu agrees, there will be a larger one someday," Ao Botong said with a smile. To avoid upsetting Hu Ziyu, he changed the subject and introduced his five close friends: "Also, my father has invited five masters to assist with the spiritual manifestation; this is also considered a small betrothal gift."

"Please take it back..." Ao Botong also wore a storage bag, the same model as Ling Hong's, tied around his waist. Hu Ziyu lifted the tree trunk with both hands, thinking he'd force it in even if he had to, and would make extra arrangements if it broke. Beneath the ornate and exquisitely carved jade pot was a card inscribed by Ao Guang himself.

To my future fifth daughter-in-law:

They may only be discarded for scrapping and may not be resold or returned.

"That's it, just give up." Ao Botong frowned slightly, sighing and laughing. Hu Ziyu felt his energy and blood drain away instantly, and he just wanted to rush upstairs to take a shower and sleep.

Ao Botong glanced at the TV and said to the master and servant, "Father also said that the one in the human world has made a big show, so of course we can't lose." On the 40-inch TV screen, a special program of the public television station in Taiwan and Fujian in the human world was being shown - "To the deceased beloved, Hu Ziyu's farewell music evening PART 1".

A running caption flashed on the left side of the screen: "The Youth Taiwanese Theatre's 'Tiger's Wanderings,' originally scheduled for 9:00 PM, has been postponed for one week. Please forgive me." Hu Ziyu wasn't a fan of pop music; he'd heard very few of the catchy tunes young people were rapping about these days. But from the moment Fang entered, Wan Taian belted out "Light Years of Midsummer," along with "Different, So What," a hit during the same-sex marriage referendum, and the classic "Rainbow" by Power Fire. All of the tracks not only echoed themes of gay love but also seemed carefully selected for him, a man with limited musical chops.

Linghong said: "The memorial concert hosted by Yuan Tianqi will be held in the National Taiwan University Gymnasium for three consecutive nights starting tonight. Today is a concert, tomorrow is a recital, and the day after tomorrow, in addition to the reunion performance, there will also be a wedding banquet and a funeral banquet.

Our spiritual manifestation ceremony will be arranged after the performance and at the beginning of the banquet, after the host introduces the two grooms and they enter the venue holding your portrait. He seemed to be explaining this to Hu Ziyu and the others, and also seemed to be hinting to the Fifth Master, "This is the perfect time to add special effects."

Wan Taian had been singing for an hour and his throat was sore, so he simply joined in listening and offering his opinions.

The first one to grab the spot was the Thunder Master who was always in control of both sound and color effects: "I'll send down a thunderbolt! Just blow a hole in the roof and let the thunder hit the ground on the first floor! In the past, the thunder was always made in the shape of a dragon, which is too boring! This time, I'm going to make it in the shape of a rabbit!" Hu Ziyu appeared calm on the surface, but he was amazed in his heart, what a great rabbit shape, you'd better be able to make it! Wait, blowing up the gymnasium is not a good idea! The Earth Master was also very interested and took over: "I can create a felt magnitude 6 earthquake, which will only shake the surrounding area, and the rest of the counties and cities will not feel it!" Hu Ziyu was so frightened that he shook off the sleepiness.

It's only shaking in the city center, and it's a level 6 earthquake! Now not only the stadium itself, but also houses, commercial buildings, transportation facilities, and government agencies will collapse.

The master shrugged and said, "If I only create a Category 4 hurricane, wouldn't that be too small?"

The Rain Master asked: "Does it need to rain? Will the venue be flooded?" The Water Master scratched his head and thought: "Then what should I do?" Think about it, every time a great person is born or appears, he seems to ask the same question.

Ao Botong said, "I can set off some fireworks and blow some smoke rings. I'll ask you, Master Naval Officer, to act as a firefighter for once."

"Okay!" the navy replied.

"I can't do it!" Hu Ziyu jumped in anxiety.

Could it be that these five divisions have nothing better to do? They are all rubbing their hands in anticipation and are extremely excited.

"If I really do that, people will think I'm the God of Disaster! I don't look like the God of Love at all."

The five divisions paused, all agreeing that the Rabbit God was right. This move was indeed inappropriate. If they went too far, people would think Hu Ziyu was haunting the village out of resentment after his death, which would be counterproductive.