After a pause, Jun Wu asked again, "Where is Qiying?"
Xie Lian glanced around, and indeed, he didn't see the young Martial God in the Divine Martial Hall. Perhaps due to the recent spate of incidents at the Upper Heavenly Court, the Lingwen Hall had been incredibly busy, and Lingwen had dark circles under his eyes. He said, "Qiying hasn't come to the meeting in ages, and I can't get in touch with him."
The priests beside him smacked their lips and said, "Where has this kid gone again?"
"You didn't come again? You can stay away from meetings every day. I'm so envious."
Jun Wu said, "I don't know where Qiying is right now. Once I find him, I'll let you know to reunite as soon as possible."
Xie Lian bowed his head and said, “Yes.”
Autumn had already arrived on earth, and the weather was slightly chilly, even at Puqi Monastery. Although Xie Lian wore only a few layers of clothing, he didn't feel the cold. However, on his way home, he used the money he earned from collecting scrap to buy two new sets of clothes and brought them to Lang Ying.
Hua Cheng returned to the ghost market, Qi Rong seized Gu Zi and fled. Now, only Lang Ying remained at the Puqi Monastery. It had seemed crowded a while ago, but suddenly it seemed deserted. From a distance, Xie Lian spotted Lang Ying quietly sweeping the floor in front of the monastery, gathering the golden fallen leaves into a pile.
Xie Lian didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Lang Ying, previously hunched and timid, was now much more relaxed, looking like a cheerful young man. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He went up to get a broom and was about to lead him into the temple when the villagers who had been lying in wait for him suddenly surrounded them. Aunts, uncles, aunts, sisters, and sisters all shouted in unison, "The Taoist priest is back!"
"Going to the city to collect junk again? You've been working so hard... Um, why haven't I seen Xiaohua lately?"
"Yes, yes. I haven't seen him for a few days. I miss him so much."
“…” Xie Lian smiled faintly and said, “Xiao…Hua has gone home.”
The village chief asked, "What? Which home? I thought this was Xiaohua's home. Isn't he already living with you???"
Xie Lian said, “No, no. He just came out to play. We both have things to do now, so we’re going our separate ways.”
That night, Huacheng asked questions again and again, but Xie Lian always insisted that the two of them had just had a fight. With the reopening of Tonglu Mountain, Huacheng had more things to deal with. If a new Ghost King of Despair really came into the world, it would have an impact on the three realms. Huacheng and Heishui, although one was high-profile and the other low-key, were both very stylish, and both were considered to be self-respecting and had their own sense of proportion. Who knew what kind of thing would be born this time? If a madman like Qi Rong was born, and wanted to share the territory with them, it would be very tricky. So, Xie Lian used the excuse that the recent times were busy, saying that it would be better for the two of them to be busy with their own things during this period, and not to meet for the time being, and to meet again after they were done, and then said goodbye amicably.
Although it seemed abrupt and cold, as if he had turned his back on him, Xie Lian really had no choice.
He didn't have the confidence to hide it well at the moment.
At this moment, Lang Ying behind him suddenly said, "Fire."
“…???”
Xie Lian then realized that in his distracted state, he had picked up the iron pot and spatula again and ruined the meat and vegetables he had just brought back to Puqi Monastery. The fire at the bottom of the pot shot up several feet high and was about to burn the ceiling, so he quickly slapped it out with his palm. But he slapped it too hard and the whole stove collapsed. After all the banging and banging, Xie Lian was stunned, holding the pot in one hand, at a loss. It was dinner time, and the villagers were eating happily at the door with big bowls in their hands. They were so scared that they gathered around again: "What's wrong?! What's wrong?! Taoist priest, did your house explode again?!"
Xie Lian hurriedly opened the window and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay! Cough cough cough cough…”
The village chief came over to take a look and said, "Oh my god, it's so miserable! Taoist priest, I think you should call Xiaohua back!"
After a moment of silence, Xie Lian said, "Forget it. After all... he's not part of my family."
By the time he came to his senses, Lang Ying had already helped clean up the mess on the floor. There was also a plate of colorful things on the table, which he had haphazardly put on the plate while he was distracted. If the last bowl of food deserved a name of "Hundred Years of Happiness Soup", then this time, it should be called "A Thousand Colors of Stir-fried Pork". I'm afraid that besides Huacheng, no one else can eat such a thing. Xie Lian couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He turned around to wash the pot, rubbed his brow, and said, "Forget it, don't eat it, just throw it away."
Unexpectedly, after washing the pot and turning around, he saw Lang Ying taking the plate and quietly eating. Xie Lian was startled and quickly stepped forward to stop him, holding him up and saying, "...Tian, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell???"
Lang Ying shook his head. His face was so tightly covered by bandages that it was impossible to discern his true expression. Even Qi Rong and Heishui would lose their minds after eating his creations, yet Lang Ying could still hold on. Was he starving to death, or had he inadvertently opened up his Ren and Du meridians? Xie Lian teased himself, forcing a smile. After cleaning up, he rested.
Inside the Puqi Monastery, there were two mats, one for each of them. Xie Lian, remembering that this was the same mat he and Hua Cheng had slept on together, couldn't fall asleep despite his eyes wide open. But he didn't dare to toss and turn and disturb Lang Ying. After a long struggle, he was just about to get up and go out for some fresh air when he heard the window click. Someone gently pushed open the wooden window and climbed in.
Xie Lian lay on his side on the ground with his back to the window, startled.
Who is so desperate that he dares to come to Puqi Temple to steal things? Isn't this just a complete loss?
The man's movements were so subtle and skillful that if Xie Lian hadn't possessed such exceptionally sharp senses, he wouldn't have noticed. After climbing inside, he headed straight for the merit box. Xie Lian immediately remembered that the merit box had been stuffed full of gold bars. Could this man be after the gold bars? But he had already taken those gold bars to the Upper Heavens and given them to Ling Wen, asking her to help find their owner. Listening more intently, Xie Lian realized that the man wasn't picking the lock, but was stuffing something into the merit box, one by one!
After stuffing his food, the man called it a day and seemed to be trying to climb out the window. Xie Lian thought, I'll wait until he's out and then follow him to see where he's going and who he is. But then, the man passed by the altar and glanced at the large and small plates on it. He seemed hungry, so without thinking, he picked up the unfinished pot of colorful stir-fried pork and took a few bites.
The next second, he fainted and fell to the ground with a plop.
Xie Lian suddenly sat up, thinking, "I've saved myself some trouble!" He got up, lit the lamp, and saw a purple-faced figure lying straight on the ground. He rushed to save his life, giving him several gulps of water. Only then did the figure slowly come to life. His first words were, "What the hell!"
Xie Lian pretended not to hear this and said earnestly, "Your Highness Qiying, you are too bold. You dare to put things into your mouth without knowing anything about them."
This young man has a high nose, deep eyes and a head full of black curly hair. Who else could he be but the Western Martial God Quan Yizhen?
He glared and said, "How could I know that someone would poison the food offered in their own temple?"
“…” Xie Lian rubbed his brows and opened the merit box, only to find it was filled with another box of gold bars. He asked, “Did you also stuff that box last time, Your Highness?”
Quan Yizhen nodded. Xie Lian asked, "Why did you give me something like this?"
Quan Yizhen said: "Because I have a lot."
“…”
In fact, even without him saying it, Xie Lian could probably guess it. It was probably because at the last Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Xie Lian had sent a flying chopstick, severing the stage curtain. Xie Lian said, "Take these back. No reward without merit."
Quan Yizhen remained silent, clearly not listening. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. At this moment, Lang Ying said coldly, "You can take it."
He hadn't even noticed when he sat up. Xie Lian looked back at him, slightly puzzled. Lang Ying had been practically nonexistent in the past, practically huddled in the ground, but why had he spoken so many words today? And surprisingly, in such an unfriendly tone. He didn't dwell on it, figuring he could just let Ling Wen hand it back to him. He said sternly, "Your Highness, you've arrived just in time. You didn't come to the Divine Martial Hall meeting today, so the Emperor gave us a mission. Have you read the scroll? Well, it's alright. I know you haven't, but I have. This time, we're working in pairs, and our mission is called 'Jin Yi Xian'."
The Baihua Immortal is called an "Immortal" because people don't dare to directly call it a rogue, a hooligan, or a disgusting ghost, so they reluctantly give it a compliment. So why is the Jinyi Immortal called an Immortal? Because, according to legend, this thing could actually become a god.
Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, a young man from an ancient nation lived. Though born with a dimwit and the intelligence of a six-year-old, he proved to be a far cry from the battlefield. He possessed exceptional martial arts skills, great compassion, and courage. When two nations were at war, his nation's survival depended on him, a single man, charging into the battle like a slave. However, due to a head disease and lack of family, his battle achievements, earned despite his desperate efforts, were taken by others, leaving him destitute. No one was willing to marry their daughter to him, and few women were willing to be intimate with him. This young man, so foolish that he had never interacted with a woman, never even daring to speak to one.
However, this man had the potential to ascend to heaven. If he fought for a few more years, he would be able to ascend to heaven. Originally, it didn't matter whether there were girls who liked him or not, but the bad thing was that he still fell in love with a woman, and loved her terribly. On his birthday, the woman personally made a brocade robe for him.
It was said to be a brocade garment, but it was incredibly strange, more like a terrifying pocket. This was the first time the young man had ever received a gift from the girl he loved. He was extremely excited and delighted. Furthermore, due to his inherent stupidity, he didn't see anything strange about it and couldn't wait to put the "brocade garment" on. There were no cuffs to put his hands in, so he asked his beloved girl, "Why can't I put my hands out?"
The woman smiled and said, "This is my first time, so I don't have much experience. But, if you don't have your hands, you can just reach out."
So the young man cut off his own hands that held his weapons, and now it was finally suitable. However, it was not enough, so he asked: "Why can't I stretch my feet out?"
The woman replied, "If there were no feet, wouldn't it just stretch out?"
So the young man asked someone to cut off his legs as well. Finally, he asked, "Why can't I stick my head out?"
The final result is predictable.
Xie Lian had originally assumed that "Jin Yi Xian" referred to a demon wearing brocade clothes, but he hadn't realized it actually referred to a piece of clothing. During the resurgence of demons in Tonglu Mountain, this clothing was stolen. Soaked with the youth's blood, the clothing transformed into an extremely powerful and sinister magical weapon, constantly passing through the hands of demons and monsters, who used it to harm people. Therefore, never accept secondhand clothing from an unknown source. If someone offers to give you a piece of brocade clothing in the middle of the night, don't accept it. Wearing this clothing will lead to a blinded heart, a fascination, and the victimization of others, until their blood is sucked dry.
Of course, this was just a legend, and while it might sound absurd, it could also be a fabrication based on the Jinyixian's characteristics. However, the Jinyixian must be stopped and must not be allowed to reach Tonglu Mountain.
The author has something to say: First of all, the real Lang Ying has nothing to do with Hua Hua.
But, believe me, Huahua is the only one in the world who can eat anything made by the prince without batting an eyelid (.
So, Huahua actually didn't log off! She just switched Langying out today and came here herself (.
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