Yun Xian looked at Ming Shu's red neck. He hadn't felt so embarrassed in a long time. "Ha, ha, ha, that would be best..."
Fortunately, Mingshu looked more embarrassed than her, and now he didn't know whether he should pick it up or not. So Qiao Lingshan went over and picked up the Vajra Relic and handed it to him.
Mingshu thanked her silently. Yun Xian felt Xue Lingxiu's folding fan tap his shoulder and turned around to look.
Xue Lingxiu frowned at her and pointed her chin at Mingshu with concern.
Yun Xian understood and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with Buddhism."
Xue Lingxiu really wanted to hold his forehead in his hands. Even if he only knew the words "Amitabha," how could he have thought that his disciples would use relics as weapons and fire them around? Even the lid of the master's coffin couldn't hold it down, okay?
Mingshu shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't care.
Although Tang Wuke had never left the palace before, the thrilling scene she encountered once outside nearly made her faint behind Qiao Lingshan. But she realized how resilient she was. While most people might faint, she couldn't. She had stayed awake the entire time, watching these monstrous creatures known as "spirits" dance wildly, and she had become somewhat numb.
Mingshu glanced at everyone present, fixed his gaze on the only ordinary person, lowered his head, took the bead, and placed it in Tang Wuke's palm.
Apparently, it was for her to use for self-defense. Tang Wuke tightly grasped the Vajra Relic and whispered, "...Thank you very much."
Feng Ye looked at her and always felt something was very strange.
Those spirits had been scratching everyone they saw, leaving no one alone. But why did they seem so interested in Tang Wuke? Even the spirits gathered around Qiao Lingshan's back were much smaller than those gathered elsewhere.
Mingshu nodded slightly to everyone, indicating that they should follow him while he led the way.
Yun Xian watched the little bald man move swiftly and couldn't help but mutter, "Why did Qi Xingye let him come?"
"He simply couldn't come." Xue Lingxiu gloated, "Haven't you heard? He was put in solitary confinement by Master Mingguang right after returning to the Buddhist land, and told to reflect on his actions in the secret realm. He won't be able to leave for more than three months."
"..." Yun Xian consoled him, "Brother Xue, why are you so focused on him? I've already told you that plain porridge and side dishes can coexist with a full banquet. Stop treating him as your imaginary enemy."
Why hasn't the eldest brother come back yet? What did he do?
Xue Lingxiu was furious and said, "Get lost!!"
Yun Xian rolled smoothly to Tang Wuke's side and said to Qiao Lingshan, "Luckily, there haven't been any wealthy gentlemen who clash with Brother Xue's style yet, otherwise Brother Xue would be pissed off every day."
Qiao Lingshan was still wondering: "Mingshu is so quiet all day long, how can he communicate with others?"
No one knows. Perhaps the people in Buddhist villages are just telepathic.
Tang Wuke had been silent the entire time, but now, looking at the pearl in his hand, he said softly, "Do people outside live this kind of life every day? Yahe too?"
"Strictly speaking, not that much. But it won't be much better." Yun Xian walked gracefully beside her and said, "We are not afraid now, not because we are brave, but because we have the ability to destroy it. If we have no power and can only let it slaughter us, how can we be better?"
So I closed my eyes and pretended that I didn't know it didn't exist, because even if I knew it, it would be useless. It would be better to make myself feel better and come up with a lot of ways, thinking that it might find someone else instead of me.
There are so many spirits in the palace, and who knows how many people have died. It's really strange that Tang Wuke still knows nothing about it.
Tang Wuke remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mingshu led everyone all the way to the outskirts of the city.
It was unknown which cultivator had kindly provided this magical weapon, but it unfolded into a space that was neither too large nor too small. Before Yun Xian even set foot inside, he heard a heated debate:
"That demon cultivator is truly fearless! He clearly knows that so many cultivators have arrived in the city, yet he still has no intention of showing up. What kind of magical herbs is he trying to fool us with? What does he think of us?"
"You can't say that. Isn't the Xuanbao Pavilion's intelligence always correct? A demon cultivator is a demon cultivator. He hasn't committed any acts of murder or looting. He just wants to marry the princess. They both agreed to it. How can we interfere?"
"Voluntary bullshit! Are you willing to marry your daughter to that eighty-year-old man, a demon cultivator at that? Selling your daughter for peace is so natural. The emperor said the princess volunteered, so you really think it's voluntary? When your mother told you that you were willing to study when you were a child, you cried and nodded and said yes, yes, yes! Stupid dog!"
"Just talk, why are you bringing up my mother? Don't you have a mother yourself?"
"What do you mean by that?! Luckily you don't have a daughter, so your mental illness didn't spread to others. I was scolding you, what does it have to do with your aunt? Don't come here to ask for a beating!"
"Alright, alright everyone, stop arguing! We're here to discuss things, not to fight!"
The voices trying to stop the fight were drowned out by the clanging of weapons and soon became weaker.
Yun Xian waited patiently outside for them to finish fighting. It seemed that the burly man who was farting all the time had won. He took a breath and sat back in his chair.
"Everyone," he said in a deep voice, "We are here to eradicate the demonic cultivators. If anyone changes their goal, they can withdraw on their own."
Then, another voice spoke weakly, "That's for the best. However, the wedding is in half a month. If we can't find the princess by then, all the demons and monsters on the streets will come out. Should we evacuate the citizens, or should we go and kill them? Not everyone is a Buddhist cultivator, so it's impossible to do that, let alone a demon cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage."
In the silence, someone said, "I know the weakness of the demon cultivator."
Who doesn't know this? Isn't the demon cultivator's weakest point the heart? It's called a heart, but it's actually quite different from a human's; it's just a name for convenience. The demon cultivator's heart is placed in "a certain place" in the body, so as long as they find it and destroy it, they can easily destroy it.
"It's three inches above the navel," the man said. "As long as someone can get close to him and use spiritual power, things will naturally be accomplished."
"It's easy to say, the demon cultivator will give you this opportunity? Then who will go? You go?"
"So we have to find the princess first before we talk about anything else..."
"The princess is just an ordinary person, how could she have spiritual energy? You're overthinking it!"
"How did you know this? Which sect has such detailed intelligence? Do you have any evidence?"
"What have you been arguing about this whole time? How can you prove this? Prove your father is your father first!"
There were many people talking and it was very lively, and there was another round of chaos.
At this moment, someone walked in alone and sat directly on the main seat.
Judging from the skeleton, this person is a woman, light but not thin, wrapped in a black robe. The weapon cannot be seen clearly, but judging from her realm, she is actually a master who is half a step away from the Nascent Soul stage.
Everyone fell silent and looked at the person sitting in the main seat.
"Everyone, listen to me." The man cleared his throat and said, "The princess hasn't been found yet, so why don't we try to replace the original with the fake..."
His voice was clear, yet he could overpower the others.
"Who are you?" Someone slammed the table and asked, "Do we know you?"
"Yeah, yeah! Who is this? Do you think you are Yun Xian? Don't pretend to be familiar."
The person in the main seat did not feel offended, but chuckled.
Her voice wasn't sweet, and even had a hint of the indistinguishable youthfulness that made people's ears itch. Then, she casually pinched the black cloth on her face and gently lifted it outward in an extremely casual manner.
"The leader of the four directions." Yun Xian bared his teeth slightly and said casually: "Everyone, why don't you give me Yun Xian some face?"
Everyone was stunned: "......"
Yun Xian: “?”
Why such a strange reaction?
"Yun Xian from Jiange. That one." No way, Yun Xian said, "I have indeed lost some weight in the past few days, but not to the point where I can't be recognized, right?"
The person opposite still asked: "Who are you?"
While Yun Xian was stunned, Qiao Lingshan quickly rushed out from behind, stretched out her hand and rubbed her face frantically, gritting her teeth and saying, "You forgot to wipe off the dust! Stupid!"
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