Chapter 416 Statue of the Goddess

Now that he had collected ninety-nine kinds of medicinal ingredients, Yun Chen couldn't wait to take Yan Lang back to Taichuan City.

There are not many Tiger and Power Army troops stationed in this city, but there is a small courtyard that serves as a temporary command post, where Yun Chen sometimes rests.

She rolled up her sleeves, nonchalantly revealing a large purple bruise on her arm caused by the bite of the spirit deer. She set up a table of food in the backyard, saying that she wanted to find enough medicine for Yan Lang to celebrate.

Yun Chen poured Yan Lang an eight-point glass of fruit wine, and poured himself a full bowl of liquor. He clinked glasses with him, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Yan Lang looked at her cheerful face with a smile on her face, and asked in confusion:

"It's just that you found my medicine. It's not like I'm going to treat your ears. Are you so happy?"

"You're kidding!" Yun Chen opened his eyes wide, "You're my friend. I'm happier that you've collected all the herbs than me treating my ears myself!"

Yan Lang's eyes were moved, but he didn't say anything.

Yun Chen continued happily, "Ninety-nine kinds of medicinal ingredients, it must have taken several years of hard work, right? You have already walked ninety-nine steps out of a hundred steps, and only the last step is left! As long as you find 'Dragon Ash', your illness will be cured!"

Yan Lang snorted softly, "How can it be that easy!"

He had been searching for ninety-nine kinds of medicinal ingredients for more than seven years. Thanks to Yun Chen who had temporarily stayed in Guangyulan Island to look for wind-burning grass for Huo Gannian that year, he was able to find more than a dozen of the most dangerous medicinal ingredients for him at once.

The road to finding medicine is certainly difficult, but the journey of his life, more than 40 years, has been far more difficult than finding medicine.

He is not a believer in God, but whenever he passes by a temple, he can't help but stop and ask the gods and Buddhas.

Why torture him like this?

There are so many people in this world, just like ants, why was he chosen to suffer such inhuman suffering?

He even insisted on reincarnating him into the royal family and stabbed him with the most expensive knife day after day.

Now, Yun Chen was pushed in front of him again, and such a straightforward and lively person touched his heartstrings.

But he didn't even dare to think beyond the line, and was even willing to be a pawn to heal her and seduce her.

Thinking of this, he remembered his mission and began to speak:

"I heard that your army is about to return to the capital after the battle, is that right?"

"Well, I'm tired of fighting. I've had enough." She answered briefly. Due to her military position, she couldn't say much. She just said happily:

"Everyone can go home now and live their lives normally!"

Yan Lang's mouth showed a strange arc, and asked again:

"It seems that after the war is over, you and Huo Gannian will get married and live your lives?"

Yun Chen blushed and held his face shyly:

“I think so!”

Although the two of them had not officially reunited, she had a hunch based on the way Huo Gannian had traveled thousands of miles for her twice:

When the army returns to the capital, everything will return to its happy starting point.

She drank another bowl of wine, still holding her chin and thinking about Huo Gannian, and did not notice the contempt, ridicule, and even a bit of sympathy that flashed across Yan Lang's face.

She said to Yan Lang: "I will send you a wedding invitation and invite you to the wedding!"

After saying this, her ears were already red with shame, and her eyes were looking at Yan Lang with sparkling eyes, which were filled with joy, sincerity and determination.

Yan Lang avoided Yun Chen's frank and sincere gaze, and used the excuse of drinking fruit wine to divert his gaze, saying lightly:

"Then you must heal your ears as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to hear the joyful sounds of the wedding ceremony. Don't let that happen and marry the wrong man."

"Haha, I'll do whatever you say. I'll treat it however you say."

"Yes. Since your soldiers have already found the snake gall grass, the only thing they need is an 'old silver medicine pot'. It must be a pot unearthed from a tomb that is over three hundred years old. Only then will the medicine be effective."

"This..." Yun Chen hesitated. "To make medicine, I have to rob a tomb? That's too immoral, isn't it?"

"That's not necessary." Yan Lang said, "It should be available on the black market. Just look carefully."

Yun Chen nodded. She had heard Buyan mention it before and knew where the black market was. She was about to ask again when Yan Lang changed the subject:

"By the way, please don't send me the wedding invitation. You know, I have short legs and a small body. I can't walk that far."

"Hahahaha——" Yun Chen laughed loudly and instantly forgot about the "old silver medicine jar" and "black market".

She patted Yanlang's shoulder:

"Don't lose heart! I have a feeling you'll be able to find 'Dragon Ashes' to heal your illness! By the way, what exactly are 'Dragon Ashes'? Is it really the ashes of a dragon?"

"Not really. The ancients referred to a 'big snake' as a 'dragon', and 'dragon cinders' means the ashes of a snake, but not the snake itself, but the image inside its belly." Yan Lang said, picking up a piece of milk cake and biting it, and said nonchalantly:

"There is a snake called Ba Snake on Ling Mountain. It swallowed an elephant. After three years, it ate its bones. When the snake was cut open and burned, the ashes became 'Dragon Ashes'."

After Yan Lang finished speaking, his thoughts fell into sorrow again. All he could think about was where to find this kind of thing that only existed in myths and legends, and how he would spend the rest of his life in a daze. However, he did not notice that Yun Chen's eyes suddenly became very bright.

She stood up suddenly, pulled Yanlang up, and hurried into the inner room.

Yan Lang's feet were almost off the ground as he was dragged by her, and he shouted in dissatisfaction:

"What a reckless warrior! What are you doing? Men and women shouldn't touch each other, so why are you dragging me into the inner room like this?"

Yun Chen didn't hear it at all. He seemed to have come up with a brilliant idea. He suddenly stopped and said to Yan Lang with an expression of uncontrollable excitement:

"Tonight is the Winter Festival. Taichuan City believes in gods, and there is a lantern parade in the city!"

Yan Lang struggled to break free from her hand, but the eight-year-old's body was too weak to resist, and he could only give up and let her hold on, saying helplessly:

"So what if it's a parade? You want to take me to see it? I'm not interested. I have the body of an eight-year-old, but not the brain. I don't like childish things."

Yun Chen did not respond. His watery eyes rolled around and he smiled slyly:

"This is the day when the gods come to the human world once a year to drive away the plague from door to door. It's said that the real god has descended from every statue, visiting the human world just to play! Listen to me, go and pray! Let's go!"

Yun Chen didn't say anything and immediately pulled Yan Lang back out.

The latter was so annoyed that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and could only stumble along with her all the way to the main street.

It was already dark at this time and the streets were brightly lit.

Lanterns of different heights interweave into brilliant colors, and billowing fireworks fill the entire street.

Not far away, the procession of gods approached with the sound of gongs and drums. Naughty children were laughing in front, holding candied haws and trotting to lead the way.

A dozen young boys wearing colorful clothes and painted faces led the way, holding high the divine flag.

One after another, magnificent and tall statues of gods slowly approached from behind.

On both sides of the street, people bowed down and knelt, praying for blessings.

Perhaps infected by the atmosphere, Yan Lang was suddenly moved. Looking at the face of the statue that flickered in the fireworks, for a moment, he seemed to really see the god briefly stopping there.

If that's the case, can he also pray to God...

Yan Lang was thinking in his heart when he was suddenly pushed from behind and pushed into the parade.

He staggered two steps before he could stand steady. When he raised his head again, Yun Chen had disappeared.

Only the giant statue of Wu Zun strode past in front of him, stirring up a gust of cool breeze.

The surroundings suddenly became empty.

Immediately afterwards, the low sound of a bronze horn broke through the air.

Under the bright lights, a statue of a goddess in fairy clothes and a crown slowly appeared, but her face was obscured by the swirling smoke, and her features could not be seen clearly.

Amidst the humming prayers that filled the air, he seemed to hear a pure and ethereal female voice coming from mid-air, as if a goddess was asking him:

"What do you want?"

Yan Lang felt numb all over and replied in panic:

"Dragon Embers! I want Dragon Embers!"

With Dragon Ashes, you can cure Soul Separation Syndrome! Once you cure Soul Separation Syndrome, you can be a normal person and no longer be a monster in this world!

Goddess, oh goddess, Bodhisattva, oh Bodhisattva!

Please have mercy on me! Please grant my prayer!

Yan Lang looked at the statue of the goddess in despair, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was praying with hope or trying to complain to God about the unfairness of fate.

He felt a tightness in his chest and his knees went weak. Just as he was about to fall to his knees, he saw a golden light flying out from behind the goddess statue and crashing straight into his arms.

He rushed over and hugged it, and it turned out to be a yellowed bamboo tube. When he opened it, he found ashes inside, which looked like iron filings and had a fine luster.

He stared blankly at the thing in his hand, only to hear the goddess say again:

"The Bashe Qinyuxiang's ashes! I'll grant you your wish!"

This voice was not as ethereal as the first one, but it was real and contained a smile.

Yan Lang looked up and saw that the smoke covering the face of the goddess had dissipated, and Yun Chen's radiant smile replaced it, appearing clearly before his eyes.

She looked a little drunk, standing behind the tall statue of the goddess, holding the goddess' arm with one hand and leaning out;

He waved his other hand vigorously towards Yan Lang, laughed heartily, and said to him:

"How is it! What did I say! God bless you! Yanlang, you will get better! Yohu——"

She laughed wildly and shouted excitedly to the sky. Clusters of fireworks rose up behind her, making her face more dazzling than the statue of the goddess.

Yan Lang was shocked, and looked at Yun Chen with tears in his eyes, murmuring involuntarily:

"Bodhisattva, my Bodhisattva..."