Chapter 75 Chapter 75 The Music of the Night
Fu Wei suddenly smiled, as if he had anticipated her reaction.
"The Saint of Ciyu made a bet with me."
Sang Ling raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Wei. She had already guessed what the bet was.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes full of interest.
"She bet with me whether there would still be anyone on your stage if she preached."
Sang Ling was silent, and then replied: "Then you win."
She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart, but what was certain was that she was sad. The sermon of Saint Ciyu was just based on a bet. What did the monk who went to listen with such joy mean to her?
She was reluctant to leave, so what did the fans who felt guilty about her matter to her?
With many emotions turning around, Sang Ling couldn't help but ask a question.
"Will the Saint of the Merciful Fish preach with all her heart?"
Fu Yan raised his eyes slightly, as if he didn't expect that the last question she asked would be such a question.
"Yes."
After getting the answer, Sang Ling nodded, turned around and left without paying any more attention to Fu Yan.
The next second, she flew into the air, glanced sideways, and saw Fu Yan's face beside her.
At this moment, she was picked up by Fu Ying with one hand, and was taken away from the stage with just a flash.
The wind was whistling behind him. Fu Wei was heading towards the inner city. It was a very familiar direction, heading towards Chunming Pavilion. Sang Ling said nothing, not even a word of surprise.
Since struggling is useless, just let it go.
Fu Yan lowered his head, glanced at Sang Ling who was lying flat on the ground, and smiled.
With Fu Wei's cultivation level, he reached the destination in just a few seconds. However, it was not Chunming Pavilion as Sang Ling expected, but Moshengze.
There was a long dragon outside Moshengze, and at the end of the dragon was the Holy Maiden Ciyu with a face full of kindness.
After the peace meeting of the three realms, it was no longer a secret that Moshengze belonged to the Demon Realm. The presence of Saint Ci Yu must have been arranged by Fu Ying.
At this moment, Saint Ci Yu was holding a willow branch, gently dipping it into the holy water beside her, and then tapping it on the forehead of the monk in front of her.
The monk's eyes suddenly became clear, and he thanked him quickly and left.
Judging from the situation, the sermon of Saint Cinnabar has probably ended, and the last step of sprinkling holy water is now underway.
This holy water came from the Yaochi, her residence, and was a gift from heaven when she was first born. It has the effect of helping one attain enlightenment and wisdom.
Sang Ling and Fu Yan sat on the roof, watching all this. She thought for a long time but could not figure out what Fu Yan was going to do.
But Fu Ying said nothing, and Sang Ling could only sit here with him quietly.
In the queue, Sang Ling saw many fans who came here from her stage. Gou Qiuhu Yanyan and the others were also in the middle of the queue, with satisfied looks on their faces. They must have gained a lot from the sermon just now.
Sang Ling finally felt relieved. The bet between Saint Ci Yu and Fu Yan did not make her feel any emotions. To her, it was not even a win or a loss. She did not lose anything, at most a little bit of face, and the fans and audiences also got a sermon.
So when Fu Ying brought her here to watch, and her fans and audience abandoned the stage to come to the Holy Lady Ci Yu, she really didn't feel anything.
Fu Ying just sat there without saying a word and didn't leave. She just moved slightly to the side, but was immediately pulled back by Fu Ying with one hand.
The hand around her waist was too visible, and she had no awareness of retracting it, so Sang Ling felt the urge to bite it again.
As soon as she had the thought, the hand withdrew as if it had some consciousness.
Sang Ling looked at Fu Yan who seemed to be smiling but not laughing, and had no choice but to give up.
The line in front of Saint Ci Yu was too long. Not only were there 100,000 people on the free stage, but almost all the people in Chao City were here. The line stretched to Mo Sheng Ze, past Chun Ming Pavilion and the record shop, and then extended backwards.
The team moved slowly. Some of the monks in the queue brought things they considered precious, and when they received the holy water, they would offer them to the Saint of Fish.
Some were spiritual stones, some were natural treasures, and some might be flowers just picked from the roadside. Saint Ci Yu accepted them all for their kindness.
Soon, the line came to a fan who was familiar to Sang Ling. The fan was very excited when he saw the Holy Lady Ci Yu. The willow branch was slightly dipped in the holy water and then fell on his forehead. He hurriedly took out his precious thing and presented it to the Holy Lady Ci Yu with both hands.
When Saint Ci Yu saw this thing, she was slightly stunned.
It was a record, not the kind of record that could be bought by queuing up in small record shops today, but a very small number of records signed by Sang Ling. It has now been sold for thousands of spirit stones, and there is still unpredictable room for appreciation.
As her fan, I present this record to the Saint of the Fish as a treasure, and I really feel that it is a treasure.
The Saint of Ciyu smiled and glanced at the record, on which she lightly wrote a word: "Sang".
The shop across from Moshengze was playing this record at this moment, and Sang Ling's voice came out. This voice had been lingering in her ears since she arrived in the demon world.
When she entered the city that day, the cheers of the crowds on both sides of the street could not drown out the sound of the numerous records.
The Saint of the Fish smiled and pointed at the record in the monk's hand. "You want to give this to me?"
The fan nodded quickly, "Lady Saint, this record has Sang's autograph on it. This record alone can be sold for two thousand spirit stones now. I only have some vulgar things, and this is the only thing I can give to you."
The Saint of Ci Yu withdrew her hand and just looked at the record quietly.
"The music is so lascivious."
The fan was stunned, "Saint Lady, what did you say?"
The smile on Saint Ciyu's face did not change at all, and she even showed some concern, "On the path of Taoism, one must be calm and peaceful. How can one cultivate if one listens to such decadent music every day?"
The fan uttered an "ah" and held up the record, not knowing whether to give it or take it. However, he subconsciously disagreed with the conclusion of the Saint of the Fish.
He listened to this record every day, keeping his mind calm and focused, and it was obvious that his practice was twice as effective with half the effort.
He wanted to speak out, but just as he opened his mouth, the person in the queue behind him pulled him aside.
"The Saint Lady has already said that this is lascivious music, take your junk and get out of here."
The one who pulled him was from the Hall of Evil, who had long been dissatisfied with Sang Ling and naturally criticized him when he got the chance.
But the most powerful thing was not the Hall of Evil, but the two light words of the Holy Maiden Ci Yu.
The fan wanted to say something, but was shouted down by the people in the queue. Of course, there were fans of Sang Ling in the queue, but compared with the many cultivators from the Demon Realm, their voices could not be louder than those of the others.
Sang Ling's records were thus defined as decadent music that was not suitable for cultivation.
The next moment, the singing in the shop diagonally opposite Moshengze stopped immediately, and then there was no sound.
Sang Ling confirmed Zuo Qiuyu's words, that Saint Ci Yu did indeed hate her.
Unexplained disgust.
When she turned around again, Fu Yan was gone, as if he had brought her here just to let her watch a good show.
Sang Ling was in deep thought, and for a moment she couldn't figure out what Fu Yan was thinking. Did he want her to witness the moment of his defeat, or to witness the malice of Saint Ci Yu towards him?
Is it a mockery or a reminder?
Looking down, Sang Ling just saw Gou Qiuhu, Yanyan and others coming out of the team cursing and arguing with the people in the team as they walked out. In addition to them, many fans of Sang Ling also came out.
What shocked Sang Ling the most was that many people from outside the city also came out of the team. It was not that difficult for people from the inner city to improve their cultivation, but for people from outside the city who had scarce resources and just wanted to survive, cultivation was the only chance to change their destiny.
Although the sermon has been heard, holy water is also a very good thing.
The line suddenly decreased in number, and the people in the queue were quite happy. However, Saint Ci Yu did not seem to have expected that so many people would leave, and her smile faded a little.
Sang Ling looked and saw that all her fans really left under such circumstances. Even she herself had not expected that they would firmly choose herself under the temptation of holy water.
The fans didn't dare to speak loudly and could only mutter, "What kind of saint is this? She only knows how to talk nonsense."
"Why is it just a lewd song? What do you know?"
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Although the voice was small, the number of fans was so large that it formed a clamor of doubt for a while.
Saint Ci Yu frowned, as if she had not expected that Sang Ling had such a great influence in the demon world.
Clearly she had won the preaching match with Fu Ying, but these monks who were won over immediately became excited at just one word, and they even refused to wash with holy water.
But Saint Ci Yu still has more vassals than Sang Ling. What's more, now so many people are waiting for Saint Ci Yu's holy water to wash them, so they will naturally support her.
For a moment, there was a quarrel among the team.
"The words of the Saint are the will of Heaven. Who do you think you are to dare to question them?"
"We are just court officials, it's not worth it for you to do this."
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"Heaven's will is in the will of Heaven, but it's not the real Heaven's will. Does it mean everything is correct?"
"Everyone present has been listening to Sang's songs every day these days. Has your cultivation level slowed down?"
Sang Ling's die-hard fan, Prince Jiecheng, was also in the queue. He was the one arguing the most with the people in the queue. As they were arguing, he suddenly had an idea.
"Saint of the Fish, you are not fake, are you?"
The team suddenly became quiet, and Saint Ci Yu's face became a little stiff.
The attendant behind her immediately shouted, "How dare you disrespect the Saint Lady!"
The prince of Jiecheng was more and more certain of his guess, "Saint Ciyu is the reincarnation of the dead god. If you really think Sang's record is lascivious, then the streets of Ruchao City were filled with such music a few days ago. Why did you remind everyone on that day? Why did you say so today?"
The attendant of Saint Ciyu shouted, "Lady Saint is busy all day long, and she squeezed out time to preach this time. You demons are full of filth, and Lady Saint doesn't have the time to remind you of everything."
Prince Jiecheng's face immediately changed. As a demon king, how could he tolerate a small servant slandering the demon world like this?
Saint Ciyu stopped the attendant and said, "I am here at the invitation of your Lord Demon."
Yes, if it weren’t for the personal invitation from the Demon Lord, how could the Saint Ci Yu preach in front of the Demon Lake.
The people in the team dispelled their doubts, but the atmosphere still became weird.
The Saint of the Fish did not deny her servant's words.
But in the end, the identity and reputation of the Holy Maiden Ci Yu overcame this suspicion, and the team started moving again, followed by repeated thanks to the Holy Maiden Ci Yu.
Prince Jiecheng's face looked grim. He opened his mouth to say something, but the next second, someone patted his shoulder.
He glanced away with anger in his heart, and when he turned around he saw Sang Ling.
"mulberry!"
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