Zhuang Yujing was not one to be bullied. He folded his arms and retorted, "Let me be clear. You clearly invited us to watch the ceremony. We are here. You let us in, so we came in. We weren't being disrespectful to the Fusang God. We just didn't want to kneel down. Cultivators respect heaven and earth above and kneel to their parents below. How could we..."
He An covered his mouth in time, smiled apologetically, locked Zhuang Yujing in his arms, and then pulled him back. The people on both sides stared at Zhuang Yujing straight in the eyes, as if they wanted to gouge a hole in him.
Brother, you are really a tiger, Fan Zhiyi commented in his heart.
At this moment, Lin Taiyin chuckled softly and stood up: "What's the big deal? I will kneel down and worship the Fusang God on behalf of all of us. Please don't treat us outsiders with the same respect."
After saying this, Lin Taiyin kowtowed three times to the cushion and then stood up.
It was the old man who spoke again: "The Fusang God is truly effective. At my age, I still have the strength of a young adult. This is all because I made a wish to the Fusang God. Please kneel down and make a wish. This is also because the Fusang God wants to spread His grace throughout the world of immortal cultivation and benefit more people."
The implicit meaning of his words was still to persuade them to kneel down.
The village head’s wife said, “No, no, if we have to worship everyone, the Fusang God will blame us. Our village will not have peace. The Fusang God will blame us…”
Fan Zhiyi interrupted, "I am their master. My disciples have said many inappropriate things, and as their master, I apologize on their behalf. If the Fusang God wants to punish you for this..." Fan Zhiyi's eyes darkened, "Why don't you move your village to Tianyunmen tomorrow? Tianyunmen will protect you all."
If the Fusang God was truly so effective, the news would have spread throughout the cultivation world. How could it be that no one besides Lin Taiyin knew about it? And how could a petty god who blamed others at every turn be a good deity? However, these villagers had first insisted that Fan Zhiyi and his group come to observe the ceremony, and now they were insisting on kneeling. Their overly forceful attitude struck Fan Zhiyi as somewhat odd.
And there is nothing wrong with moving to Tianyun Sect. As far as he knows, Tianyun Sect is one of the largest sects in the world of immortal cultivation today. Moreover, this request was made by him. Even if it is just for a good reputation in the world of immortal cultivation, Tianyun Sect will not refuse.
However, Fan Zhiyi knew that the villagers would not agree. For most of these people who had no spiritual power and had been dealing with the land for almost their entire lives, it was extremely difficult to leave the land on which they depended for survival. Moreover, this village was mostly populated by elderly people, and the elderly always had a passion for the place where they had lived.
If, after saying this, these people still insisted on making them kneel one by one, it meant that these villagers were really afraid of violating this rule and incurring the blame of the Fusang God. In order to reassure them, Fan Zhiyi would naturally make Bing Nandong and Cen Jun kneel.
But as he expected, they stopped talking, so the statement that they must all kneel down was not valid. Even if there were any blames, they were only some acceptable minor offenses, otherwise there would have been a commotion long ago.
So Fan Zhiyi lifted his robe, and before he could kneel, Zhuang Yujing knelt down first and bowed three times quickly. The old man kindly reminded him, "Remember to make a wish. The Fusang God is very effective."
"Got it." Zhuang Yujing stood up impatiently and stared at Fan Zhiyi, "Who is your apprentice?" Then he looked at Lin Taiyin, "Who needs you to replace them?"
This guy... could he be a little more patient and not be so serious? It's just a verbal reputation. Fan Zhiyi thought that if Zhuang Yujing was really his apprentice, he would have to give him a good beating. Fortunately, Bing Nandong was not so rebellious.
Speaking of which, Bing Nandong hasn't spoken since Fan Zhiyi stopped him and Zhuang Yujing from arguing. Fan Zhiyi looked at him with some worry, but saw that Bing Nandong had his eyes downcast, looking very worried.
Bing Nandong was indeed worried. Ever since he came in, he had a familiar feeling about the thing covered with red cloth on the altar, which made him want to get closer and... devour it?
When these two words popped out, Bing Nandong's scalp tingled, as if struck by lightning. Why did he have such a thought? Bing Nandong felt uneasy and scared. What was wrong with him?
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi was about to kneel, Bing Nandong grabbed his hand. This time, it touched his skin directly. It was warm, but not hot, making people not want to let go. Only by holding it did Bing Nandong feel a little more at ease.
He saw the Immortal Master turned around and looked at him in confusion, then smiled at him, wiped his hand, and knelt down.
Fan Zhiyi didn't believe in this stuff, and since this was in a novel, no matter what wish he made, it wouldn't connect to reality.
However, based on common sense, the words these villagers kept repeating must be the key point. Fan Zhiyi's sixth sense told him that this should be related to the protagonist's mission. The plot clues set by the author of this novel were too simple.
He thought about it and decided that if he made a wish to find Cen Jun's brother or to make Bing Nandong's injury heal, Fan Zhiyi would not be afraid that the wish would not work. He would be afraid that the wish would work too much and would be detrimental to the living. After all, not all gods in folk legends are good and can be worshipped.
After much deliberation, Fan Zhiyi made a solemn wish in his heart: "Please give me an endless supply of spirit stones. I want to become a wealthy man in the world of immortal cultivation."
It was a truly satisfying wish. Fan Zhiyi thought, since he was already so poor, he couldn't get any poorer. If his wish really worked and he became a millionaire, he could give Bing Nandong and Cen Jun a better life. They wouldn't have to perform on the streets anymore. Maybe he could even take them away from Tianyunmen. This would be more beneficial for Bing Nandong's recovery.
He An and Cen Jun naturally wanted to share both good and bad fortune, especially Cen Jun, who wanted to try as long as there was a glimmer of hope that he could find his brother. However, He An was stopped by Zhuang Yujing, while Cen Jun was punished by Bing Nandong to stop causing trouble for his master.
So, in the end, only Lin Taiyin, Zhuang Yujing, and Fan Zhiyi knelt down. However, the villagers did not hesitate any longer and allowed the village head's wife to light three incense sticks. Then, the old man who interacted with Fan Zhiyi and the others held up the object that had not been uncovered and placed it on the tray: "Please, distinguished guest, uncover the cloth."
Generally speaking, shouldn't such village etiquette be performed by the most respected person in the village, such as the village chief or the elders? What are they exposing?
Seeing that no one moved, the village head's wife began to mutter again: "The Fusang God is coming..."
Bing Nandong pulled away the cloth, causing the village head's wife's words to get stuck in her throat, and she could only stare at Bing Nandong.
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