Chapter 43 Three-in-one [including 150,000 yuan of thanks, 150,000 yuan...

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Wu's shoulder move slightly, and Yan Luoyue quickly looked away.

Sure enough, the next second, Wu secretly turned around and glanced at Yan Luoyue again.

Seeing that she was concentrating on eating and seemed unaware of what he had just done, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

There was still half of the vegetarian cake left in her hand, but Yan Luoyue could no longer eat it.

For some reason, Wu's action just now was like someone holding a round-headed awl and gently poking her soft flesh. Yan Luoyue felt sour and tender in her heart, and even a little uncomfortable.

Besides that, there seems to be a vague familiarity in this feeling.

Just like many years ago, there was also a person who used an almost pious attitude to carefully circle every piece of food she fed him.

Before Yan Luoyue could remember what was going on, Shen Jingxuan was already standing in front of her and greeted her.

"Donor, Luoyue, have you finished eating?"

Shen Jingxuan is a monk. He is very particular about having a clear mind when it comes to his daily life, and he always eats very quickly.

Even a pure-blooded loser like Yan Gan has to bow down in front of her.

Yan Luoyue hurriedly put away the rest of her snacks: "I'm done. I'll continue exploring."

Wu turned his head and quickly glanced at Yan Luoyue through the white veil covering his eyes: "I've...finished eating too."

"Then I'll set off." Shen Jingxuan was full and energetic.

She pointed her arms straight ahead and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, let me go to the Western Paradise."

"——That's the east." Yan Luoyue and Wu Yi corrected her verbally.

Shen Jingxuan: “…”

After a brief reorganization, people once again set out on the journey to find an exit.

He walked forward for a while, and Yan Luoyue suddenly discovered that the swirling clouds in the sky, which were dirty purple, were gradually turning into wisps of bloody red.

Yan Luoyue took the initiative to ask the witch: "Why does the vortex change color?"

If it was just a natural transition of cloud colors like the morning glow and evening glow, it would be fine.

Yan Luoyue was worried that this change was a manifestation of spatial instability.

She is also worried about whether the change in the color of the vortex will lead to severe weather such as heavy rain and extreme cold.

Wu raised his eyes to look up at the sky, and then he was obviously stunned for a moment.

It took so long that Yan Luoyue was prepared for the worst, thinking that something extremely evil was about to happen. Wu Cai replied slowly:

"The vortex turns red, which means night is coming. In the demon world, the entire sky is red at night."

"That's all?"

Yan Luoyue breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little confused: "Then why did you pause for so long?"

This is not an accusation.

But after hearing this, Wu still felt that he shouldn't have been in a daze, and lowered his head in shame.

"I'm not there yet... I'm not there yet. Time flies by so fast."

In the past, he walked in the deserted wilderness every day. If he was hungry, he would hunt monsters and eat them; if he was sleepy, he would go back to the cave to get some sleep.

This goes on day after day.

There are twelve hours in a day, eight quarters in an hour, a quarter of an hour contains one and a half cups of tea, and a cup of tea contains one thousand six hundred and sixty-six moments.

There was no leak or corona in the dark and damp cave.

Only by looking at the stone shadows shifting inch by inch in front of the cave and listening to the sound of the north wind blowing through the jagged rocks, it seemed as if I had experienced a long period of time from the beginning to the end of the battle against the demons. Until the afterglow of the sun withdrew from the cave entrance and was replaced by the gentle and clear light of the bright moon, I could say that I had survived another lonely and complete day.

Therefore, what just happened was simply inconceivable to the witch.

How come time seems to have been harnessed to a magical white horse and is running so fast all of a sudden?

It seemed like a bright afternoon just a moment ago, and he was running around in circles around the traces of the formation.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

He only had time to see her once, walk a distance with her, accept the snacks given to him, and speak forty-eight sentences to her...an entire afternoon passed by in a hurry.

Under the white veil, Wu blinked, feeling a little confused.

Above his head, the swirling scarlet sky gradually became brighter and brighter as it merged into one. The huge pointer cast by the dome disappeared, and in its place was an endless sky as flat as the rising tide of a red sea.

Without the vortex to help him identify the direction, he decided to rest for the time being and make plans when the vortex reappeared tomorrow.

Shen Jingxuan was a little dissatisfied with this.

She has a simple and straightforward personality, and her style of doing things is also straightforward.

Shen Jingxuan used a branch to draw a thin line on the ground in a certain direction: "How about we split up and explore the area first, and then gather here in two hours?"

“…You can’t.”

"Jingxuan, I'm a little tired. Let's get through tonight first."

Yan Luoyue thought that her subtle intervention was very timely.

After all, one could infer with one's toes that after two hours, Shen Jingxuan was 100% lost.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the proposal, Wu vetoed it even faster than she did.

Yan Luoyue dared to bet with "the shy mimosa quietly opens and closes" that Shen Jingxuan did not know Wu, or rather, she unilaterally had no impression of Wu.

But Wu's understanding of Shen Jingxuan seemed to be more than just a casual acquaintance.

That's a bit strange.

Yan Luoyue smiled and asked him calmly: "Come to think of it, did you know Jingxuan before?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, faster than a conditioned reflex, Wu Lai straightened his back and immediately pulled it up again.

Wu: “I don’t know him.”

Yan Luoyue nodded.

Wu's reaction was also within her expectations.

After all, even though they had only been together for an afternoon, Shen Jingxuan's love for the wrong person was already obvious to all.

If we force this reason to explain it, it would make sense.

It was just some of the attitudes revealed by Wu that made Yan Luoyue want to explore.

But in the next second, Wu added: "She doesn't know me, but I see her often."

Yan Luoyue: “Eh?”

When this topic was brought up, Wu's tone, which had remained calm since they had met, finally became more agitated.

"In marshes, tree holes, mountainsides, meadows, and even in the middle of a lake... no matter where I am, I can often see that Master Jingxuan is getting lost."

In recent years, he has lived in seclusion, trying to go to the most remote and sparsely populated places.

But there was one phenomenon that really puzzled him.

That is, this Master Jingxuan - where on earth did she come from?

She is like a wild radish that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and fields; wherever there is a pit, she is there.

No matter where in the world he hid, in a deserted corner of the world, he would occasionally see Master Jingxuan, who was lost but running freely.

At this point, even though there were layers of cloth strips between them and even though her eyes were covered with a layer of white gauze that blocked her vision, Yan Luoyue still felt that she could clearly see the deep confusion emanating from the witch.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

If Yan Luoyue didn't know that Shen Jingxuan himself couldn't explain it clearly, she would have sincerely shaken Jingxuan's shoulder and asked: Where have you gone with all this?

Besides, Jingxuan's getting lost is already magical enough.

Wu, you are clearly not lost, and you can run into her from time to time... What is the reason that makes you drift to these strange places? ? ?

At the center of the topic, Shen Jingxuan, who was being hotly criticized by the two people, turned his head away, with a hint of surprise in his calm demeanor.

"Hmm?" She asked with a hint of well-hidden surprise in her tone, "Did you pass by?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

witch:"……"

It's over, give up, Master is beyond help.

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People took turns to keep watch and spent a somewhat long night.

However, although they took turns to keep watch, before Wu took charge of the night watch, Shen Jingxuan and Yan Luoyue exchanged a tacit look.

The two of them took turns staying awake and allowed this period of time to pass.

I don’t know if Wu noticed her defensiveness, but he never said anything.

When Yan Luoyue was awake, she used her long eyelashes to cover it.

She looked through the slits of her eyelids and saw the witch sitting by the fire with his back to her the whole time.

Wu sat very quietly the whole time. He didn't recite scriptures silently like Shen Jingxuan, nor did he fan the flames out of boredom with branches like Yan Luoyue.

His posture was somewhere between that of a child and a teenager, and while sitting curled up like a hemisphere, his body instantly shrunk a lot.

It looked more and more lonely and helpless, as if it was really a mummy wandering alone.

That night was Christmas Eve, the weather was calm and everything was normal.

At dawn the next day, the light purple vortex appeared again in the sky, and the people who had been reorganized set out again.

Perhaps because this "nest" had been abandoned by the demons for a long time, he did not encounter any living demons along the way.

At most, I had only encountered plants unique to the demon world twice, both of which were non-aggressive. They were both discovered by Wu, who pointed them out separately and introduced them to Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan.

After walking a little further, Yan Luoyue suddenly saw a peach blossom forest in the distance.

There is a line in the poem: All the beauty of April is gone.

It is naturally very strange that peach blossoms can still bloom in late autumn.

In addition, he had been traveling along the way "as fate whirls around, forgetting how far or near the road was", and now when he looked up he "suddenly encountered a peach blossom forest", which can be said to be very similar to the flavor of "Peach Blossom Spring".

As Yan Luoyue did this, she subconsciously moved the straw pendant around her waist.

In the shapeless straw handicraft, pink flames were quietly staying.

As the footsteps got closer, Wu also recognized the true identity of this peach blossom forest.

"It's a twilight tree."

According to legend, the treasure tree that can shake down money is called a money tree. In reality, the plant that can shake down illusions is naturally called a magic tree.

The moment he recognized the origin of the plant, Wu lowered his head decisively.

The next second, Yan Luoyue knew where his reaction came from.

In the blink of an eye, the colorful flowers on the branches of the swaying tree disappeared, and in their place were thousands of Vajra statues that bent the branches of the tree.

Yan Luoyue stared in amazement, seeing that the demon-subduing Vajra were all emitting holy golden light.

Four arms emerged from the Vajra Dharma, one hand holding a purple gold bowl, one holding a demon-subduing pestle, one grasping a thigh halberd, and one holding a knife. Lightning and thunder surrounded the Buddha's body like dragons and dragons. At first glance, one could tell that he was dignified and noble, immune to all demons.

And if you look closely at the appearance of these Demon Subduing Vajra, they all have Shen Jingxuan's face.

Shen Jingxuan obviously realized this as well. He shook his wrist slightly, and the rosary slid down his arm and got stuck on his palm.

She clasped her hands together and cautiously took half a step back, protecting Yan Luoyue and Wu behind her.

"Amitabha."

As Shen Jingxuan chanted quietly, the phantom on the tree changed again.

I saw thousands of crossroads on thousands of branches.

Under the shocked gazes of Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan, these crossroads gradually merged into one, and in the middle of the road stood a direction sign clearly marking the east, south, west and north!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Shen Jingxuan: “…”

Now, even without the witch's explanation, Yan Luoyue could see that the illusions created by the swaying tree mostly reflected the pursuits and desires in people's hearts.

If we say that Jingxuan's pursuit is to attain the Great Way, and there are tens of thousands of roads, all of them become one.

Then, what are her pursuits and desires?

Within one thousandth of a second, this thought flashed through Yan Luoyue's mind.

Then everyone saw that the illusion of the fruit on the tree had changed again.

On the branches, countless spiritual stones and precious materials first grew and then fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The brilliant and rich glitter almost blinded people's eyes.

Then, the scene changed and it turned into Sister Yan Yu's gentle and reassuring smile.

At the end of each branch, there is a phantom window, as if countless televisions are playing at the same time.

Countless "Yan Yu" promised solemnly in the illusion: "Although my sister was lost for a night, she is back home now. Don't worry, I will definitely not beat you."

Ah... this illusion is quite real. It can reflect the current situation. It's a bit too anxious, right?

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Perhaps noticing the embarrassment of Yan Luoyue digging her toes into the ground, the illusion on the branch changed again.

Sometimes, Yan Luoyue and her two brothers would slack off in class, their eyes filled with an eagerness to try and cause trouble.

Sometimes Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan went out together. This time, Shen Jingxuan became the one who took the initiative to lead the way, and he was very accurate in finding the direction.

Sometimes, the scene changed to Mr. Jiang who gave Yan Luoyue the straw braid.

This time, Jiang Tingbai finally produced a neat and perfect work of art. The teacher and students smiled and couldn't help shedding sad tears.

Until the very end, the illusion of the swaying tree finally froze on one screen.

Because the illusion this time was so long, even though he was standing ten steps away, the illusion of it fluttering in the wind was still visible to the witch who had his head lowered.

"...Red ribbon?" Wu asked uncertainly.

"...Red hair rope?" Shen Jingxuan read out the name of the item with a little confusion.

They both didn't understand why a red silk ribbon had become Yan Luoyue's unforgettable obsession.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Looking at the words +100000, +100000, +100000 that kept flashing on the "red ribbon", Yan Luoyue understood everything.

She took a deep breath and buried her eyes in her hands embarrassedly.

“This is actually a misunderstanding.”

This is really a misunderstanding.

The fruit of the magic tree is neither a red ribbon nor a red hairband.

That was the health bar that Yan Luoyue had always dreamed of!

Once the line of sight was cut off, the myriad phantoms on the swaying trees immediately vanished, and the forest returned to its original state of blooming peach blossoms.

Yan Luoyue turned his back and listened attentively to the science class started by Wu.

Although Wu's position is still unclear and his identity is still unknown, his understanding of the species in the demon world is really profound and well-founded.

——Although this makes his position even more unclear and his identity even more unknown...

"When it was planted, there were probably less than ten trees in this shaky forest."

According to Wu, the shaking tree is a plant that becomes more powerful the longer its head grows (Yan Luoyue: It sounds a bit like me).

For example, the swaying forest he saw was a scene where thousands of phantoms swayed and fell. Although it looked very impressive, it was obvious that it was fake and no one would be fooled.

But a truly lush and long-lived fantasy tree would not be so amateurish.

It will only present an illusion, and can even dig out the longings or desires deep in a person's heart that they themselves are not even aware of.

According to the witch, the images presented by the swaying forest can only be called illusions.

The swaying tree, which grows to less than a hundred feet, can only weave an illusion for one person at a time.

Just like before, when the Demon-Subduing Vajra fell from the treetop, Yan Yu and Yan Gan disappeared without a trace.

When Mr. Jiang and his straw weaving appeared in the illusion, the swaying tree was no longer targeted at Shen Jingxuan, and the illusion of a crossroads emerged.

But the swaying tree, which has a longer lifespan, is able to weave a large-scale fantasy.

What everyone sees and hears is the same flawless scene, until people are completely lost in it, and then it reveals its true and terrifying face.

"...Wait, the true face of the beast? Is this the meaning?"

Yan Luoyue raised her hand to interrupt Wu's speech.

Wu was stunned for a moment: "Didn't I just tell you? The wobbly tree is a carnivorous plant."

Yan Luoyue: "...You didn't say that!"

Yan Luoyue turned her head in shock.

The peach blossom forest behind me was still dreamy, with soft branches swaying pulse-like, and no trace of carnivorous plants could be seen at all.

This made Yan Luoyue quickly connect various legends that "the reason why flowers bloom so beautifully is because there are corpses buried under the soil."

"It is a carnivorous plant. It will slowly entangle its prey until it is trapped to death." The witch hurriedly added, "However, it has to resort to the method of using illusion to lure the enemy because it has no power to defeat the enemy itself."

That is to say, even if he swaggered into the fantasy forest and took a stroll, these plants could not do anything to him.

Having said that, under the label of "carnivorous plants", this gorgeous and beautiful flower forest is still tainted with a hint of unspeakable danger.

Yan Luoyue felt that being a turtle should be stable first, and it is better not to die proactively.

After discussion, everyone decided not to explore the Magic Forest for the time being.

Because one problem is obvious:

The demons have retreated from the human world for a thousand years, but the illusory forest before us is less than ten years old.

So, who planted it?

Even if the old shakyamuni trees spread their seeds with the wind and formed a forest here over time, it also means that there is at least one shakyamuni tree that is nearly a thousand years old in the deepest part of the forest.

Yan Luoyue's purpose is only to find the exit of this nest, and he does not want to directly challenge the boss who has lived for thousands of years.

So after discussion, everyone unanimously decided to explore other parts of the nest first.

If you really can't find any clues to the exit, then go deeper into this fantasy forest.

After determining the target, people evacuated from the swaying tree forest in an orderly manner.

This choice seems to be the right one.

Because after walking for a while in the opposite direction of the swaying forest, the man finally met the first living person in the nest besides himself.

He was a monk who looked like a scholar, tall, handsome, wearing a clean jade-colored Confucian robe, and holding a wooden scroll-like instrument in his hand.

After sensing each other's presence, both sides chose to move forward cautiously, and it was a while before they saw each other.

Almost as soon as he saw Yan Luoyue, the scholar cautiously copied the wooden scroll in front of him.

Mainly, the combinations of others are weird.

A young nun, a girl who was not even a girl yet, and a strange man in a bandage whose height was between hers.

Given the limited imagination of human beings, it is indeed difficult to figure out how he formed a team.

The person that people are most wary of is probably the witch.

In the eyes of others, he was dressed strangely, with so much stuff wrapped around his body that he even looked like a mysterious figure from Xiangxi.

——Of course, Wu was definitely not a corpse-herder. He looked more like the one who was herded.

"May I ask..."

The scholar hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the most straightforward, reassuring answer that was least likely to cause misunderstanding.

He asked boldly: "May I ask, fellow Taoists, is he a human being?"

No one would be able to help but praise him for his high business sense after hearing this way of asking questions.

witch:"……"

Shen Jingxuan: "That's right, the poor nun."

Yan Luoyue: "...I'm sorry, that's not the case."

She is a turtle demon.

Scholar: “!!!”

After a frank discussion, the two sides exchanged views in depth and reached a consensus.

Finally, the scholar reluctantly joined him.

Yan Luoyue looked around and saw that the scholar's hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, he had a polished wooden bracelet on his wrist, two wooden clogs on his feet, and a red string around his neck hung with an exquisitely carved wooden Buddha statue.

If you don't have a special love for wooden products, you would be as poor as Mr. Jiang.

"My name is Wu Chunhui." The scholar introduced himself politely.

"Today I came here just to search the surroundings as usual, but before I knew it, another Taoist friend had mistakenly entered this place... Please follow me, and I will explain the details on the way."

Compared to the Yanluoyue people who were still exploring the unknown map, Wu Chunhui was obviously familiar with this nest.

He specifically pointed out to Yan Luoyue and others where to go straight, where to turn, and where there was a huge stone that could be used as a signpost.

On the way, along with Wu Chunhui's narration, Yan Luoyueren gradually sorted out his story.

According to Wu Chunhui's description, he and other monks who had mistakenly entered this place established a settlement in the nest.

Among all the monks in the settlement, Wu Chunhui and his wife were the first to accidentally enter this strange space.

He has been trapped here for four months.

During this period, Wu Chunhui and his wife actively explored the surrounding environment, almost walking through every corner of the strange space, and met more than a dozen monks who had mistakenly entered this place.

So he worked together to create a peaceful place in a safe place.

Perhaps accomplishing this made him feel very accomplished, Wu Chunhui kept introducing it to others.

"Because we are all Qi-refining monks, we cannot stop eating grains. After several attempts, I found a plant tuber underground that looks like a head and can be eaten."

...Wait, from the description, isn’t that a human fruit?

Yan Luoyue's expression is a little deformed.

What kind of thought-provoking path did the first person who saw through it and realized that it was actually a kind of food have?

Wu Chunhui proudly introduced: "I also chopped some harmless trees as firewood. In addition, I also used wood to make tables, chairs, beds, and polished some daily necessities."

As for making daily necessities by hand instead of putting them in storage bags in advance?

Well, isn’t it because I’m short of money and can’t afford storage bags?

Yan Luoyue: “…”

The more Yan Luoyue listened, the more she felt that Wu Chunhui was very similar to Mr. Jiang, from his love of handicrafts to his poverty.

If there is a difference between the two, it is probably in terms of strength, Wu Chunhui is much inferior.

Wu Chunhui described life in the settlement as prosperous and harmonious.

Shen Jingxuan, who had the most straightforward temper, couldn't help but nod his head after hearing this.

"As the saying goes, many hands make light work. If the donor is so optimistic and willing, the final result will definitely live up to everyone's trust."

Hearing his master praising him, the scholar smiled awkwardly with his head down.

His hand unconsciously touched the Buddha statue hanging around his neck, and his fingertips rubbed it back and forth. The expression between his brows also softened silently.

There is a rule called "Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha".

Wu Chunhui was a scholar, but he wore a Buddha statue around his neck, which was probably given to him by his beloved wife.

Holding the wooden Buddha statue in his palm with great care, Wu Chunhui smiled and spoke.

"In fact, when I first landed in this mysterious space, I was far from being as calm and composed as I am now. I searched every corner I could find, but I never met a fellow Taoist. Fortunately, my wife never left me and always accompanied me."

When Wu Chunhui mentioned his Taoist partner, his eyes lit up.

His voice unconsciously became deeper and more lingering, and his delicate features became even more tender and gentle.

Wu Chunhui smiled and said, "Although this place is desolate and deserted, I spent a wonderful time with her that I will never forget in my life... It was also because of this wonderful experience that she became pregnant with my child."

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue paused for a moment, then blinked rapidly.

Wait, stop! Stop feeding the dog food!

Among me, one is a monk, one is a turtle, and there is another whose identity is unknown, but it is most likely that he has not yet achieved enlightenment.

Is the topic you are discussing now something I can listen to for free?

Wu Chunhui opened his mouth and was about to say something when he suddenly realized that he had slammed on the brakes.

"Ahem... Sorry, I got carried away. My wife is pregnant now, and I can't help but think of her."

"It's alright." Shen Jingxuan said calmly, "Great mercy and compassion without any cause. Husband and wife in different forms are exactly the righteous path advocated by my Buddha."

Yan Luoyue looked to the left and felt that the nun probably didn't detect the smell of exhaust in Wu Chunhui's words.

Wu also nodded: "It's a good thing that the couple loves each other."

Although he spoke warm words, his tone sounded like he was endorsing someone without any purpose.

Considering that the mummy even describes the two “人” in the word “武” as “two forks”…

Yan Luoyue was very skeptical. He probably copied this statement verbatim from a book without ever understanding its meaning.

Well, okay. It sounds like Wu has never been to any dishonest place.

Yan Luoyue reflected on herself and realized that she was the one who was disharmonious.

The group talked as they walked, and soon arrived at the "settlement" mentioned by Wu Chunhui.

Just as he said, the monks trapped here spontaneously made tables and chairs out of wood.

When entering the settlement, one first sees four or five tables and a dozen long benches.

A dozen monks were sitting casually on stools at the May Day table, talking animatedly.

This rough and friendly style of tables and chairs reminded Yan Luoyue of the various food stalls in Yuemingji.

As soon as Yuemingji arrived, Yan Luoyue felt that the scene in front of her was more and more familiar. She couldn't help but relax her shoulders and smile slightly.

There happened to be an empty table, so Wu Chunhui invited people to sit down.

As for himself, he first went into a stone cave with a curtain hanging on it to look for his wife.

As Wu Chunhui left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet.

Not only was Yan Luoyue secretly sizing up the cultivators in the settlement, the cultivators in the settlement were also sizing up Yan Luoyue.

After a while, it seemed that he looked weak, light, and bald, and none of them were threatening, and the atmosphere among everyone eased.

Someone took the initiative to come forward and say hello.

He had a face that Yan Luoyue thought looked familiar, as if she had met him somewhere before.

"Hey, did you also miss a step and fall in here?"

As the visitor asked, he glanced at the witch's face warily.

The strategies for dealing with outsiders were already discussed on the way.

This is also the reason why, since meeting Wu Chunhui, Yan Luoyue and Wu rarely spoke, and only Shen Jingxuan asked and answered him questions.

Yan Luoyue used his rich experience in writing characters to arrange a play for each person.

Among them, Shen Jingxuan's character is a beautiful, kind-hearted, bright and straightforward nun.

She was a newbie with little experience. She had never caught a flower thief with her bare hands, nor had she killed a monster with just a few slurps.

——Monks are compassionate, so how could they shout for war and killing without any reason? It is even more impossible for them to greet their opponent's ancestors and mock the monster's mother.

She was just a kind-hearted nun who had picked up two children and wanted to send them home.

As for Wu, he was a poor child who was born with a strange disease and could not see the sunlight.

Because of this strange disease, he was taciturn, not good at communicating with others, and even if he was hit with eight sticks, he wouldn't make a sound.

——Don't argue that there is no sunlight in the demon world. Even ultraviolet rays are considered sunlight.

As for Yan Luoyue, she is of course just an ordinary demon girl with a sweet smile.

Faced with the questions from the strange monk, Yan Luoyue smiled shyly and Wu remained silent.

Only Shen Jingxuan twirled the beads and lowered his eyebrows compassionately: "Amitabha, that's exactly what happened. I met two donors on the road, and now my only wish is to send them back to their hometown."

The monk opposite him spat: "Ah, what a damn place."

Then he turned around and praised Shen Jingxuan: "Master, you are truly very compassionate."

Shen Jingxuan looked straight at him, his eyes like a torch: "I just heard from Fellow Daoist Wu that you have explored this space, so why are you still trapped here? Is there no exit here?"

As she spoke, she half turned her body to face between the witch and the monk.

People who are not familiar with him might think that Shen Jingxuan is a monk and is very polite in his speech and behavior.

Just like a polite monk would turn his head slightly away from a female donor when talking to her, Shen Jingxuan also turned his head away from the male monk.

Only Yan Luoyue knew that that was not the case.

The nun turned around not to avoid the male monk, but to face the witch.

Whenever the male cultivator gave an answer like "There is no exit in this damn place" or "The exit is where I came from", it would conflict with the popular science given by the witch...

Then, Shen Jingxuan would probably blow Wu’s head off on the spot.

Shen Jingxuan: Don't think that I will let my guard down after walking for a while. Reliable nun, I will always remember your initial suspicion at the critical moment.

It's so funny, Jingxuan's violent personality never fails.

Fortunately, the male cultivator was stunned for a moment and quickly scratched his hair.

"There is indeed an exit, but I can't get there."

Very good, it was this sentence that saved Wu's head.

Shen Jingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Donor, what do you mean?"

The monk sighed and gestured towards the swaying flower forest he had just left.

"To be honest, it was not by chance that I chose this place as my settlement. A senior monk who had left this place had left me a message, which pointed out that this was the safest place and also pointed out how to escape."

"But the place of escape that the senior pointed out is in that extremely strange and difficult flower forest."

"I have organized people to explore several times, but in the end, not only did we return empty-handed, but we even lost the whereabouts of several fellow Taoists."

Having said this, the monk was filled with sadness and could only let out a long sigh.

"I have no choice but to stay here for a while and make plans slowly - but Fellow Daoist Wu's wife is about to give birth, and I'm afraid she can't wait any longer. I'm in a dilemma."

The monk spoke with great emotion and helplessness.

But under his nose, Yan Luoyue and the other person quickly exchanged glances.

Although Wu's eyes were covered by a white veil, she was able to sense what was happening and stroked the table with her fingers.

According to Wu Chunhui, he accidentally came here four months ago, and his wife was conceived during this period.

But how come in the blink of an eye, this Mrs. Wu was about to give birth?

When the monk introduced the situation, people's eyes were not idle.

He looked left and right, taking in the environment and people of the settlement.

The monk exchanged a few words and was then called back. Yan Luoyue did not try to keep him.

When the big brother sat back in the crowd, pointed in his direction and shared with others, everyone tried to get a little closer to each other.

"Let me ask a question first." Yan Luoyue said, "Have we all been to Yueming Market?"

Her answer was naturally "yes", Shen Jingxuan had also been there with Yan Luoyue.

As for Wu, he hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "I've been there."

"Very good, I had a guess, and now it has been confirmed."

Yan Luoyue exhaled, and her finger subtly moved in a certain direction: "This is my second question."

Shen Jingxuan moved the Buddhist beads: "Penny Daughter, what Luoyue said is exactly the same as what I said."

Among them, two of them deliberately whetted people's appetite.

Only Wu was an honest child. He did not try to be mysterious and asked the question directly.

His eyes uncontrollably drifted towards the table farthest from him.

Wu: "Why is there a girl here?"

Having his words snatched away by the witch, Shen Jingxuan shook his head, showing the Buddha's calm and peaceful demeanor.

Shen Jingxuan: "Because of this girl, who looks like the setting moon?"

Yan Luoyue looked around and found that her teammates had already taken up the questioning positions one by one, leaving her with only the last question.

"For this girl, to dress like this?"

You know, Yan Luoyue has been curious about this question since he discovered this girl.

Because this girl, who looked only one or two years old and whose appearance was extremely similar to Yan Luoyue when she was a child, was dressed so outrageously!

She wore two snow-white pom-poms on her head, which was understandable.

She had a snow-white fox fur bracelet wrapped around each wrist as decoration - such cute things were also part of her personal dressing style.

But the girl was completely wrapped in a furry, white, round fox fur coat, which was something Yan Luoyue couldn't understand.

It's only autumn now, what parent is so stupid as to dress their child in fur from head to toe? !

A closer look revealed that this girl's temperament was several times more holy than that of Shen Jingxuan, a Buddhist disciple. Her face was radiant and when she smiled, she was like a moon shedding its gentle light on the world.

"—Now, I have a second question."

Yan Luoyue turned towards Wu with a smile on her face and slowly raised one hand to support her chin.

"Thank you for explaining the characteristics of the Shaking Phantom Tree to me before - So, in my time, have we seen it before?"

The swaying tree, which has grown for thousands of years, can present an illusion that pulls people into it from time to time, and it can also weave out the longings and yearnings deep in people's hearts that they themselves are not even aware of.

It doesn't mean that Yan Luoyue is narcissistic or self-praising.

But she seemed to have really guessed who the witch was.

“…”

Wu, who was sitting upright on the stool, moved unnaturally.

He recalled the conversation that had just taken place, and suddenly something clicked for him.

As if regretting his slip of the tongue, Wu bit the tip of his tongue.