Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw a man in purple clothes leaning against a fence with his arms folded, staring at them with a smile on his face.
It's no exaggeration to say this man was handsome. His features had a certain femininity, and his clothing was clearly rather extravagant, completely out of place in this place. In Fan Zhiyi's words, it didn't seem like they belonged in the same layer.
The man stood up straight and walked over: "I can take you there." Then he raised his eyes, looked at Bing Nandong, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Brother Bing."
Bing Nandong ignored him, his expression looking particularly indifferent. Instead, Zhuang Yujing took a step forward and stood in front of Bing Nandong: "I remember now, it's you, the one who participated in that competition last time."
"Master Zhuang has a good memory, but his tracking skills are much worse." After he finished speaking, he began to look at Fan Zhiyi and He An, "Who are these two..."
"Yi Fan," Fan Zhiyi said, as if everyone in this world only knew him as the Immortal Venerable, not his real name. This gave Fan Zhiyi the opportunity to make up a random name. Since Bing Nandong was sensitive about his previous pseudonym, he would change it.
He An looked at Fan Zhiyi with an expression that he could not beat him, and then replied, "Ninety thousand miles He An."
"Nice to meet you." The purple-robed man raised his hand in a rather unorthodox greeting. "My name is Lin Taiyin. This person has a very unique cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and he's associated with the Tianyun Sect. As far as I know, there's only one other person who knows him, and that's the Immortal Venerable who recently left for the Tianyun Sect. I'm truly honored to know his name."
"Stop talking about these nonsense. Why are you here?" Zhuang Yujing was too lazy to listen to him and was a little impatient.
"Me?" Lin Taiyin laughed. "This mission was originally issued by the Lin family. I just heard that after so many years, it was accepted by the Tianyun Sect again. I was curious and calculated the date to come and take a look. I didn't expect to run into someone I know."
"Let's go." Lin Taiyin said, "I'll take you there."
Even though Lin Taiyin explained this, the five people always kept a small distance from Lin Taiyin. Fan Zhiyi could see that everyone was on guard against him.
After arriving at the village chief's house, Lin Taiyin knocked on the door with familiarity. An old woman with a hunched back came out. After hearing the purpose of their visit, she didn't say much. She introduced herself as the village chief's wife and took them to see the empty houses. She said that these houses were empty anyway and they could just live there. She also said that they were lucky because the Fusang God would be out for a parade tonight in the village according to the schedule, and the villagers were all preparing in the house, so they must go and see it in the evening.
Why does this sound so much like the NPC issuing quests in the game? Fan Zhiyi looked at the village head's wife who kept repeating these words over and over again, and complained silently in his heart.
Mr. Cen was not giving up and asked a few more questions. As a result, the village head's wife just kept repeating words like "The Fusang God is traveling" and "The Fusang God is bringing blessings". It seemed that her mind was a little confused due to her old age.
But the long string of words just now could be said very fluently, and Fan Zhiyi had reason to suspect that the village head's wife was pretending to be stupid or was being interfered with by some force.
Fan Zhiyi had read the content of this mission. It said that some people disappeared in the village for no reason. No one cared at first because the village was close to the mountains and rivers, and disappearances were common. As a result, more than a dozen people disappeared at once, and the Lin family noticed it. After self-investigation failed, they issued a request for help to the immortal world to find the cause of the disappearance.
However, according to everyone's general statement, it was a sneaky trick, which is a common thing in the world of immortal cultivation today. However, due to the difficulty in finding the root cause and evidence, it has always remained in the speculation stage. In addition, the incident did not become more serious, so naturally not many people took it seriously afterwards.
At this point, Fan Zhiyi thought that the village chief's wife was here, but where was the village chief? Before he could speak, Bing Nandong said coldly, "Where is the village chief?"
He said this without a subject, and no one knew who he was asking. Lin Taiyin smiled meaningfully, leaned against the wall and tilted his head to stare at Bing Nandong. The village head's wife, who had been repeating mechanically, stopped talking to herself as if she had received a signal. A hint of madness slowly emerged on her old face, but she tried her best to lower her head so that no one could see her expression.
"May he enjoy his life and serve the Fusang God as soon as possible."
Watching the village chief's wife leave, Zhuang Yujing touched his chin: "This village chief's wife is a little strange."
Bing Nandong immediately replied, "Nonsense."
Zhuang Yujing ignored him: "What on earth is this Fusang God? Even this young master has never heard of it."
Bing Nandong retorted bluntly: "There are many things you haven't heard of."
Zhuang Yujing glared at him. "Didn't you act like you were dying to me before? Now that I say something and you reply with something, what do you mean?"
"Because your nonsense is too stupid to listen to."
Zhuang Yujing endured it again and again, and finally decided not to bother with a blind man.
Fan Zhiyi was actually happy to see Bing Nandong and Zhuang Yujing bickering with each other. After all, Bing Nandong's sharp tongue had been around for a long time, and it became even worse when he met Zhuang Yujing. However, Fan Zhiyi knew that this also showed that Bing Nandong and Zhuang Yujing had a good relationship, and it would be good for his illness if he talked more. If he was as cold and silent as when he first met Zhuang Yujing a few days ago, Fan Zhiyi would be worried.
Cen Jun looked at Fan Zhiyi with pure eyes: "Master, do you know?"
Fan Zhiyi was suddenly stunned by the question. Everyone looked at him instantly. Zhuang Yujing scoffed, "Aren't you some kind of immortal? You have boundless magical powers and are knowledgeable. You haven't even heard of the Fusang God, have you?"
Fan Zhiyi gave them a faint smile in return, seeming a little mysterious: "This is your experience, I just followed along and will not take action unless it is absolutely necessary." Whether you know it or not, you have to pretend to be powerful.
Damn, to be honest, he's still a newborn baby in this world. Can you please not assume he knows everything? Where's the dog system? Where's the dog Baibai? When will he come back?
Zhuang Yujing snorted and rolled his eyes: "You've said so much, but that just means you don't know. I thought the Immortal Venerable was so powerful."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
"What a coincidence! I've heard of it." It was Lin Taiyin who suddenly spoke. "This village was originally part of the Lin family's territory. A few years ago, due to its yin location, natural disasters and hauntings were frequent. Finally, during a flood, the villagers suffered terribly. Risking their lives, they followed the advice of an expert and found an ancient tree in the mountains that had withstood five heavenly thunderbolts. They carved an image of it, enshrined it in a specially built temple, and prayed sincerely. As luck would have it, since then, the natural disasters and hauntings have ceased, and the villagers have lived a happy and peaceful life."
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