Chapter 400: Standing Up for Jiaying

Ye Xiaoman calmed down first and helped Jiaying solve the current trouble.

Master Liaochen was impatiently urging Jiaying to start writing.

Jiaying had already agreed to help him write down his experience, and picked up the brush as he was told.

Ye Xiaoman roughly read through the blood letter written by Jiaying and found that Master Chen asked Jiaying to record it word for word according to his dictation. Master Chen was a chatterbox and extremely vain. He insisted on using a thousand words to describe something that could be explained in a hundred words, and nine hundred words of that were praising himself.

It seems that Jiaying's blood is not valuable at all.

Ye Xiaoman snatched Jiaying's brush and stopped him from writing.

She twirled her pen and asked the skeleton across from her with a smile, "Master Liaochen wants to write a biography. He can use ink or a recording ball. He doesn't necessarily have to use blood, right?"

The skeleton clucked and gestured excitedly.

Ye Xiaoman looked at Jiaying, who translated the ghost language, "Master Liaochen felt that the Holy Son's blood book only recorded immortal events. He hoped that his name could be passed down through the generations with the holy blood and be remembered as a hero."

Ye Xiaoman was speechless after hearing this.

Jiaying was a kind-hearted man and only chose to convey decent words. Ye Xiaoman guessed that Chen had said some other tantrums, similar to "I sacrificed myself for justice and you have the obligation to fulfill my dying wish" and "I'm dead, do you, as a junior, want to disobey me?"

In addition, Lechen was once a high-ranking official in Yongning Temple, and probably knew some methods to control the Son of God, so he forcibly detained Jiaying here.

As for Jiaying, out of respect for the dead, he also sacrificed himself.

Ye Xiaoman refused to tolerate it.

"We've figured out the origin of this secret realm through Master Chen's deeds," she said, turning her attention away from the skeleton and asking Jiaying, "Can Master Chen provide us with any other useful information?"

Jiaying: “No.”

Ye Xiaoman's tone immediately turned arrogant: "Since he is no longer useful to us, we have the upper hand. Now he needs our help, let alone blood, we won't even provide ink!"

She slammed the sword on the table and stared at the skeleton monk. "Liaochen, if you still want to write, use your ashes to write."

The skeleton monk suddenly jumped up and grabbed Ye Xiaoman with a pair of bony hands.

There is nothing to be afraid of a trace of obsession.

Ye Xiaoman grabbed the hilt of the sword and chopped it, chopping the skeleton into a pile of bones.

The dry bones fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Ye Xiaoman was still not satisfied, so she ran to the other side of the long table and smashed the bones with the tip of her sword.

"Jiaying, can't you see?"

"This Liaochen is no longer the great monk he once was. He has been dead for too long and has been assimilated by a fierce ghost."

"I'm pestering you to bleed because I'm just coveting the blood of a living person."

Jiaying: "I know..."

Ye Xiaoman: "Even though you knew that, you still let him bully you."

She sighed, "Even if you don't love yourself, you should think about me and think that there are people in this world who will feel sorry for you."

Aquaman was flirting with people just to take advantage of the situation and say it casually, so Jiaying lowered his head when he heard it.

A gust of evil wind blew, and Lechen's bones quietly pieced together. Taking advantage of the two people's unpreparedness, he jumped out of the broken window and escaped.

No one knew what Liaochen had done, but the environment of the dilapidated temple changed again.

The space suddenly stretched out like noodles.

The originally narrow space of a few square meters has been transformed into a long Buddhist sculpture corridor with a wide aisle. Stone statues of different sizes stand on both sides, with no end in sight.

"What the hell is that old monk Liaochen up to?"

Ye Xiaoman dragged the tip of the sword and walked to the nearest statue of Maitreya Buddha. She saw that the Buddha's body was covered with dense, tiny characters.

Jiaying replied, "During his time here, Master Liaochen used his spare time to annotate various Buddhist scriptures. He hopes that I..."

"He wants you to copy it all down, take it outside, and spread it on his behalf," Ye Xiaoman interrupted unceremoniously. "Jiaying, is his understanding of the classics... the astounding work of a sage? Can it compare to yours?"

Jiaying bluntly said, "Mediocre, with a crooked voice."

Ye Xiaoman raised her eyebrows: "Then you still agreed to help him sort it out?"

Jiaying: "Every monk in Yongning Temple has the obligation to cherish the relics left by their predecessors."

Ye Xiaoman murmured, "After being dead for two thousand years, it's a legacy... If I write a few words here, they will be regarded as cultural relics in a few thousand years."

Ye Xiaoman pointed at the endless stone sculptures and asked, "So what are you planning?"

Jiaying: "Carry it back and put it in the library."

Ye Xiaoman: "How long will it take you to sort out this garbage?"

Jiaying: "At least three years."

Ye Xiaoman: "Are you going to be locked up here for three years just for this pile of garbage?"

Ye Xiaoman was inexplicably furious. She squatted in front of Jiaying and said, "No."

She stared angrily into Jiaying's eyes and emphasized, "I've told you before that you are the most precious thing. If you don't like something, there's no need to force yourself because of some obligations or responsibilities."

Jiaying was a little dazed as he watched Ye Xiaoman rage like a witch. She was genuinely speaking up for him. This was the first time someone had stood in his shoes and favored him...

Jiaying responded softly, "Yeah."

Surprisingly, he didn't dislike the feeling of rebellion. Instead, he felt a sense of relief in his chest.

Rubbish, how dare she describe it. The corners of his mouth rose.

Ye Xiaoman smiled. "It's a deal. If Yongning Temple holds you accountable in the future, you will put the blame on me."

Jiaying agreed but then broke his promise. Lechen cursed him, and Jiaying took responsibility for the consequences and became sick. This is how deals with ghosts work. If you make a promise and don't fulfill it, you will suffer the consequences.

Fortunately, the ghost's curse didn't cause much harm to Jiaying, he just felt uncomfortable for a few days.

Ye Xiaoman did not go to find Yue Mushan for the time being and stayed to take care of Jiaying.

Jiaying had a high fever and was drowsy. He felt Ye Xiaoman letting him rest his head on her knees, feeding him water and pills, and applying a wet towel to his forehead to cool him down.

In the first two days, Lechen and the Taotie beast took turns to provoke Ye Xiaoman. Ye Xiaoman would temporarily put him down, rush out to fight with a sword, and then come back cursing. He saw that her robes were torn in several seams, and she cursed very dirty.

On the third day, Ye Xiaoman went out early in the morning to fight with Chen as usual. Jiaying had passed the most uncomfortable period of the curse and regained consciousness, but Ye Xiaoman never came back.