"Yes, the lips!"
As Tianyankai said this with such confidence, the monks and Taoists were all puzzled: "Why the lips?"
"How can it be just the lips that are giving off ghostly spirits? Lip grease?"
Xie Lian subconsciously covered his mouth.
Who would have thought that after a night of hugging and kissing at Qiandeng Temple, Huacheng would be scented with his scent, which still hasn't faded away until now!
Tianyan pointed at him and said, "Look, look, he's feeling guilty, isn't he?"
Xie Lian immediately lowered his hand, forcing himself to suppress the urge to turn and look at Hua Cheng's expression after hearing this. Even though Hua Cheng's face was covered in bandages, his expression was unrecognizable. He said gently, "Hey, fellow Daoist, you misunderstood. Actually, it's because I'm struggling financially, and I've found multiple uses for things, like this jar."
He held up the clay pot in his hand and said sincerely, "Although I occasionally use it to pretend to be a ghost, I usually use it to pickle vegetables. The pickles pickled in this pot have a unique flavor, and eating them will naturally... If you don't believe me, you can try it for yourself."
...Theoretically, this method isn't impossible. The monks and Taoists were skeptical, while the villagers all covered their mouths and said, "Huh? Taoist Xie, could it be that those pickles you gave us before were also pickled this way?"
"Then wouldn't our mouths taste like ghost if we ate it?"
On weekdays, the villagers offered fruits and vegetables, and Xie Lian would give them some of his pickled vegetables in return. He quickly raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, the jars we give to everyone are separate!"
Tianyan opened his mouth and shouted angrily, "Are you sick? Aren't you afraid of shortening your life span by eating this kind of thing? Stop talking nonsense. There are people hiding in your temple, more than one! Get out of the way!"
This time, fearing the village chief would stop him again, he rushed forward before he even finished his words. Seeing the situation was dire, Xie Lian quickly retreated back into the house, grabbed the unconscious Quan Yizhen, and shook him wildly by the collar, whispering in his ear, "Qiying! Listen up! I'm going to feed you another dose of Jade Purity Pills!"
Hearing this, Quan Yizhen's eyes suddenly widened. At the same time, Tianyan, who had just rushed in, screamed, covered his forehead, and jumped out again, saying, "Everyone, don't go in! There's an ambush!"
As expected, the monks and Taoists did not dare to act rashly. They surrounded him and protected him, saying, "Brother Tianyan, what did you see?"
The third eye opened and said, "I don't see anything, I just see a big blinding white light!"
"Oh my brother, this is incredible! Your third eye is smoking!"
He touched his forehead with his divine eyes and saw that the red mark on his forehead had indeed turned black, and a wisp of white smoke, like a candle being blown out, slowly emerged. He was horrified: "This... this!"
Lingwen put down the half-eaten bun he had been slowly chewing and said, "What's going on with all the noise outside?"
A monk asked, "Brother Tianyan, look, there are two children and a girl in the temple, plus this Taoist priest. Which of these four people is 'he'?"
Tianyankai rubbed his forehead vigorously, but he just couldn't open his eyes. The ball of white light he saw was Quan Yizhen's spiritual light. When a priest feels that he is about to face great danger or a challenge to his life, the spiritual light covering his body will instinctively explode several times higher. Xie Lian used the dazzling light of this instantaneous explosion to blind the Taoist's Tianyan. It's not that his decades of skills will be destroyed, but he probably won't be able to open his eyes again within a few days. Then Xie Lian picked up the plate of meatballs with one hand. Quan Yizhen was completely awake, holding Xie Lian's hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to eat it."
Xie Lian held his hand in return and said, “Don’t be afraid, this isn’t for you to eat!”
The group of mages surrounding the Puqi Monastery exchanged glances, roared in unison, and rushed forward. However, before Xie Lian could meet them, they were repelled by an invisible barrier. From all directions in the sky, a deep voice echoed, "You old monks and stinking Taoist priests, you're addicted to this? You dared to follow us here? You're tired of living!"
"Flowers, flowers, flowers..."
After calling him "Hua" several times, Tianyankai was still intimidated by his power and did not dare to call him by his name. He stammered, "...City Lord Hua! You, you should stop scaring people. We all know that Tonglu Mountain is about to open. In order to avoid being affected, you sealed your own magic power. Now, you can't be as arrogant as before! Just surrender..."
Although his confidence had worn thin by the end, Xie Lian could sense Hua Cheng was furious. He immediately rushed into the house, picked him up, and whispered, “Stop talking! And don’t waste your magic power. Conserve your strength. Leave everything to me!”
Hua Cheng's body was slightly stiff at first, but after he was held up, he seemed to gradually calm down and said in a deep voice, "Okay."
Xie Lian held him, feeling Hua Cheng seem even younger. He was probably only about twelve or thirteen years old now, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He held Hua Cheng in one hand, holding Fang Xin in the other, and walked out, saying, "Hasn't it occurred to you that Qing Gui Qi Rong was lying to you?"
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the monks and Taoists all looked puzzled. Tianyan opened his eyes and asked in confusion, "Qi Rong, the Green Ghost? What did he lie to us about? Why did he lie to us?"
Xie Lian frowned slightly and said, "Didn't he tell you to come here?"
Tianyankai spat, "Who do you think we are? Do we need a 'thug' to tip us off? Would we go along with that kind of thing?"
It wasn't Qi Rong? Then how did the news leak out?
Before he could even think, the monks had already attacked. Xie Lian swung his sword, knocking aside seven or eight swords and five or six magic staffs. One monk said, "Amitabha, fellow Taoist, why do you insist on protecting this evildoer?"
Xie Lian refused to budge, saying, "Master, no matter what, it's not a good idea to take advantage of someone in distress."
Tianyan opened his eyes and said, "He is a ghost, not a human! How can you, a young man who is still wet behind the ears, be so pedantic and hypocritical?"
Staff, sword, and dagger all attacked simultaneously. If she used her heart, she would inevitably hurt mortals. Mortally speaking, mortals could strike priests, but priests could not strike mortals. They were supposed to be tolerant, generous, compassionate, and caring for all beings, and could not argue with mortals. Anyone who dared to strike a mortal would be punished and have their merits deducted. Xie Lian was not as unrestrained and generous as Quan Yizhen. He didn't have much merit to begin with, and any more deductions would put him in the negative. He sheathed his sword and said, "Ruo Xie, come here! Qi Ying, watch Ling Wen!"
Ruo Xie always looked aggrieved when tying up men, but a completely different expression when tying up women. Xie Lian called out twice before reluctantly removing the weapon from Ling Wen's grasp. The next moment, a flash of white lightning whipped across the wrists of dozens of people. Those with less steady hands couldn't hold their weapons anymore, and asked in amazement, "What kind of magical weapon is this?"
"Is this a magical weapon?... It looks like a white silk hanging cloth to me. It's very evil..."
"I never knew this guy was so capable!"
Unexpectedly, while Xie Lian was engaged in a struggle with the group of mages, Ling Wen shook his head, adjusted his clothes slightly, stood up, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your hospitality. I will be leaving now."
Xie Lian was slightly startled and said, "Lingwen, the day is coming! Where are you going? Are you planning to break your promise?"
Lingwen said, "That's right. I was going to break my promise."
She spoke with such confidence, as if to say, "I am acting on behalf of Heaven." Xie Lian was speechless. After a moment, she said, "It wasn't Qi Rong who leaked the news, it was you."
Ling Wen smiled and said, "Although I'm not a martial god and I'm bound by Ruo Xie, I can still do a lot using only spiritual power."
Sure enough! But how did Lingwen know that this bandaged boy was from Huacheng? She and Langying had barely spoken or met each other, and even Xie Lian couldn't figure it out as quickly as she did!
Seeing her with her hands behind her back, preparing to leave openly, Xie Lian couldn't pull his hands away and said, "Qiying, you can't let her go!"
Although he had just taken a Jade Purity Pill, Quan Yizhen had already climbed to his feet, regaining his strength. Furthermore, Lingwen was a literary deity, so powerless that Quan Yizhen could easily stop her with a single finger. Hearing Quan Yizhen's distant "Alright!" Xie Lian then confidently went to battle the Taoists. A moment later, there was a sudden, loud bang, and the roof of the Puqi Monastery was shattered, sending a figure soaring high into the sky.
Xie Lian turned around, startled, and shouted to the inside, "Qiying, you can't fight like that!"
It wasn't a big deal for the God of War to be thrown around like that; the God of War was always fighting. But Lingwen was still a priestess, and a God of Literature, after all. Quan Yizhen's rough treatment would definitely cripple her!
Unexpectedly, a figure slowly walked out of the house and said, "Bai Jin, you can't fight like this."
The voice was clear and cold, clearly Lingwen's. But the moment she emerged, Xie Lian had a vague illusion: the person emerging from the room wasn't Lingwen, but a very tall young man, brimming with murderous aura. However, upon closer inspection, he saw Lingwen's frail figure.
Lingwen is a literary deity, absolutely true. Even if she'd been deliberately hiding her strength in the past, she definitely wouldn't have been able to hide it from Xie Lian. So how could she suddenly send Quan Yizhen flying into the sky?
Hua Cheng said in a deep voice: "Brother, be careful, she has put on that dress."
Seriously! Although Lingwen still appeared to be clad in black, a shimmering black aura enveloped her, making her seem like a completely different person. Her murderous aura was palpable, yet her fair complexion remained remarkably calm, creating a strange contrast. Xie Lian tentatively thrust his sword forward, but Lingwen flicked her sleeves and disintegrated. Just then, Quan Yizhen fell from the sky, slamming into the ground with a thud. Seeing the flick, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Great!"
Xie Lian's eyes also lit up, and he said, "Okay!"
Lingwen's move just now was truly beautiful. No, it should be said that it was Jinyixian who helped Lingwen block the move!
The Jinyixian, in the body of anyone else, would either lose their mind or drain their blood, but in Lingwen, it was invulnerable to swords and spears, and could even attack actively, instantly sending a literary god flying and flinging a Western martial god. Never before had the Jinyixian possessed such miraculous powers. Who could have imagined that even after she chopped off his head and limbs, he could still be used by her?
At this point, not only the villagers of Puqi Village, but even the monks and Taoists were all stunned. The Heavenly Eye opened and said, "What's good about it? You think it's okay to get beaten? Is there a single normal person left in this temple? I don't think they're all human!"
Quan Yizhen was eager to try, so he jumped up from the ground and attacked again. Lingwen whispered, "I said, don't stay any longer!"
She was addressing the Jin Yi Xian, but her body didn't obey. She elbowed Quan Yi Zhen's fist and began to pound away. They continued to pound, pounding away. The gusts of wind and palm energy from their fists and palms shook an old wall of the Pu Qi Monastery to the point of crumbling. The Jin Yi Xian truly possessed the potential to ascend, yet Quan Yi Zhen was actually losing ground. Xie Lian couldn't help but ask, "Um... could you guys stand further away, please? Stand further away!"
Before he could finish his words, a group of monks and Taoists surrounded him again, and forty or fifty swords, knives, hammers, and staffs came crashing down at him. Xie Lian's face turned pale and he raised his hands, saying, "Wait, no!!"
With this cry of grief, the Bodhisattva Temple, which had endured countless destructions but remained strong for a long time, finally collapsed truly and completely.
Xie Lian was stunned for a moment, his heart filled with despair. "Sure enough, none of my houses last more than half a year. Now I really need donations for house repairs..."
Hua Cheng said, "Brother, don't be sad. It's just a house. We have plenty of it."
Xie Lian tried to pull himself together, but he saw Tianyankai stumbling over, holding his forehead with his hands. He pointed at him and said, "You, a young man with little tricks, how dare you ruin my cultivation! Who is your master? How many years have you been practicing? Which temple are you affiliated with? Which deity do you worship?!"
Xie Lian turned abruptly, a cold look flashing across his brows. He spoke sternly, "You ask who I am? Listen carefully! I am the noble Crown Prince. You bunch of rabble-rousers, kneel down!"
This shout was like a bolt from the blue. Someone on the spot almost knelt before him. Only when his companions pulled him back did he come to his senses: "What are you doing? Are you really kneeling?"
"Strange, strange, I suddenly..."
Xie Lian said sternly:
“I am over 800 years old, older than all of you here combined, and I’ve crossed more bridges than you’ve walked!
"I have temples and shrines all over the world, and I have believers and pilgrims from all corners of the world. If you don't know my name, you are ignorant!
“I don’t worship God.
“I am God!”
After hearing this magnificent and shameless speech, everyone was stunned and opened their mouths wide unconsciously: "...Huh???"
Xie Lian had been rambling for this very moment. With a whiff of nonsense in his hand, the plate flew out, and dozens of white balls scattered in all directions with the sound of iron bullets and steel balls breaking through the wind, accurately bouncing into the startled mouths of a row of people. After throwing them, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Please forget what I just said. I'm just a rag collector!"
The faces of those who ate the meatballs changed drastically: "Ah! I got hit!"
Several exceptionally nimble individuals raised their swords to intercept the balls, their swords held before their eyes. The balls were still spinning at high speed, creating intense sparks as they clashed with the blades. Everyone was horrified: "What...what kind of hidden weapon is this?!?! It's incredibly hard, with a strange sheen. Could it be the legendary..."
Xie Lian said, "Indeed! This is the legendary Jade Purity Pill. It's extremely poisonous. If you don't drink 9981 cups of water to detoxify it within a day, your stomach will explode!"
Although they had never heard of this name, everyone was even more terrified: "Hey! Is it really that poisonous?"
"Anyway, drink water first! Detoxification only requires drinking water! Let's go! Find some water!!!"
A dozen of those who had been hit ran away at lightning speed. Meanwhile, Ling Wen fought harder and harder, even grabbing Quan Yizhen's neck with both hands and lifting him up. Although he had the upper hand, Ling Wen's expression was not good. He shouted, "Bai Jin! Do you want to kill him? No need to fight, just leave now!!!"
Coincidentally, Xie Lian still had one meatball left, and when Lingwen said the word "go", he quickly threw the meatball into her mouth.
In an instant, the light in Lingwen's pupils disappeared, as if it was absorbed by the thing she swallowed, and the black energy on her body suddenly faded.
She looked at Xie Lian with an expression as if she was trying hard to hold back vomiting. Her lips moved silently for a moment, and after enduring for a while, she threw Quan Yizhen to the ground, held her forehead and left.
Quan Yizhen leaped to his feet and chased her off. Xie Lian wanted to follow, but the group of monks and Taoists stopped him, shouting, "Everyone, hold on! Reinforcements are coming soon!"
Still coming? We can't stay in Puqi Village anymore, let's leave first. Quan Yizhen chased Lingwen and disappeared in a moment. Xie Lian pulled Huacheng into a hug and said, "Hold on to me!" With a tap of his foot, he walked past the crowd and strode away.
Hua Cheng did as he was told and hugged him tightly. For some reason, this scene felt vaguely familiar to Xie Lian. However, he didn't have time to reminisce; this matter had to be reported immediately. Without hesitation, Xie Lian sent a telepathic message: "Ling Wen is in trouble! I..."
Lingwen: “…I know.”
Xie Lian: “…Excuse me.”
In a moment, Lingwen was the first to cut off the spiritual communication.
Xie Lian was speechless. In the past, he'd always contacted Lingwen directly for everything, but now that Lingwen herself was in trouble, he hadn't reacted immediately and had actually gone to her to report it. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Xie Lian entered the spirit communication array, carrying Huacheng as he ran away, shouting, "Everyone! Please inform the entire court that Lingwen has escaped wearing the Brocade Immortal Clothes!!!"
Author's comment: Lingwen put on his armor! Combat power +1000! Beat up the kids!
If it is refined by a priest, it is called a magic weapon; if it is refined by a mortal Taoist priest or monk, it is called a magic tool. It can only be called a magic weapon after they ascend to heaven.
Let's take a look at the three weapons in action:
Hundred Years of Happiness Soup: Huacheng (wins), Qi Rong (loses), Wind Master (loses), Earth Master (loses)
Colorful Stir-fried Pork: Huacheng (wins), Quan Yizhen (loses)
Jade Purity Ice Purity Pill: Huacheng (win), Quan Yizhen (lose), Lingwen (lose)
There is no doubt who is the strongest!
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