Zhuang Yujing waved his hand: "No, I made a wish that if it was really that powerful, Fan Zhiyi would appear immediately. Humph, it seems it was fake."
So everyone looked at Fan Zhiyi, and Fan Zhiyi said, "There's nothing unusual about me."
Just at this time, the parade arrived at Fan Zhiyi and his group. The statue was placed on a sedan chair carried by four people. Fan Zhiyi looked over and found that the statue seemed to have changed a little. Its four heads and five arms had turned into a female meditating posture, holding a gold ingot in its hands.
Fan Zhiyi blinked, only to find that the figure suddenly turned around and looked at him, its smile growing wider and wider, almost reaching behind its ears. Then its pupils turned and locked onto Fan Zhiyi.
The distorted voices of men and women echoed around him, the same as what Lin Taiyin had said: "You can see me, you can see me, you can see me..."
Fan Zhiyi's heart trembled. He looked around and realized that since the beginning of the trip, except for the people carrying the sedan chair, the rest of the villagers had closed their eyes. So he immediately shouted, "Close your eyes!"
Even faster than his voice, he immediately covered Cen Jun and Bing Nandong's eyes with his hands, then pretended to be blind and muttered to himself, "It seems like I've suddenly lost my sight since coming to this village. I can't see anything."
This self-deceiving behavior gave Fan Zhiyi a strange sense of comfort.
Cen Jun asked nervously, "Master, what's wrong?"
Bing Nandong tried to pry Fan Zhiyi's hand away: "My eyes can't see clearly, Master, have you forgotten?"
"Don't move, don't move. Just stay still." Fan Zhiyi watched the parade go away. The statue's head turned 180 degrees and stared at him and smiled until he could no longer see it. Only then did Fan Zhiyi let go of his hand.
He thought the statue would do something to him, such as suddenly stretching its head out to bite him, or an evil spirit appearing and possessing him. After all, that's how it's written in novels and how it's shown on TV. But the result was very calm.
Zhuang Yujing looked at him: "What did you just see?"
"I saw a woman holding a gold ingot."
Zhuang Yujing frowned: "What is Yuanbao?"
"Uh..." Fan Zhiyi scratched his face. He had forgotten that there was no such thing here at all. Now how should he explain it?
At this moment, Bing Nandong suddenly asked Zhuang Yujing: "So what did you see?"
"A man," Zhuang Yujing said, arms folded. "Exactly the opposite of what he said, he was holding a mirror. There's definitely something wrong with this Fusang God. Where are the rest of you?"
Lin Taiyin thought for a moment and said, "I see the sedan chair is empty, there's nothing on it."
As for Bing Nandong, it goes without saying that he had poor eyesight and everyone ignored him, while He An and Cen Jun still saw the original image. This is easy to guess, because the three people who saw the changed image had one thing in common: they knelt down to worship the Fusang God.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what would happen next.
However, the four villagers who carried the sedan chair made their way down the mountain, probably taking the Fusang God on a tour of the village, before carrying it back again and respectfully returning it to the cave, where it was covered with a red cloth. The ceremony ended there. Fan Zhiyi and his group then followed Lin Taiyin back to the Lin family.
The journey was very safe and nothing happened. This was the hidden danger that Fan Zhiyi was most worried about, which might come suddenly.
Because Lin Taiyin had sent a message in advance to instruct the servants to prepare the banquet and the room, so once they arrived at the Lin family's house, they only had to wait for the food to be served.
Fan Zhiyi was worried about Bing Nandong's situation, so he took Bing Nandong back to his room and locked the door. Fan Zhiyi was worried and set up a barrier, and then began to help Bing Nandong.
"Don't trust Lin Taiyin." Bing Nandong suddenly spoke.
Fan Zhiyi agreed: "I also think he is very suspicious. Don't worry, I still have this judgment."
"How is your current cultivation?"
This question was a strange one, but when it came to his cultivation, Fan Zhiyi had something to brag about: "Just average, top three in the world of immortal cultivation."
Hearing him say this, Bing Nandong chuckled softly. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he was laughing at. Why, didn't he believe it? "Don't think that Master is so kind and gentle to you now. That's only the case with people we know well. When Master was cultivating in the deep mountains and valleys, he killed all kinds of demons and monsters. His reputation was so fierce that evil spirits didn't dare to approach him. Master is very powerful."
"Yes, Master is very powerful." Bing Nandong praised.
Fan Zhiyi did not feel happy about being praised, but felt aggrieved instead. His apprentice thought of him this way, which must be because he was not serious enough in his daily life. As expected, there should be a certain distance between master and apprentice, and distance creates beauty.
Fortunately, the spiritual power turmoil was easily quelled this time. When they returned to the banquet, not long after it began, Cen Jun saw them from a distance, holding a chicken leg in his hand: "Senior Brother, Master, come and sit here!"
The dishes at the banquet were very rich. While eating, Zhuang Yujing kept praising how delicious the food was in Jiuwanli, praising it to the skies.
Fan Zhiyi looked around and saw that all the servants here had tense faces and their actions were meticulous, but without any expression, like well-trained robots.
The whole house was quiet except for the sounds of their eating, which reminded Fan Zhiyi of the Fusang God's procession ceremony in that village, which was also quiet and filled with a dead air.
Bing Nandong put a chicken drumstick in his bowl: "Master loves it."
Fan Zhiyi withdrew his gaze. He did like her, but he probably hadn't told Bing Nandong about it.
Bing Nandong said, "I saw that Junior Brother was about to finish the whole plate of chicken legs, so I guessed that it must be delicious and Master would like it."
It turned out to be a question. Before Fan Zhiyi even started eating, Cen Jun placed the last chicken drumstick in his bowl. "Sorry, Master, I'm so hungry. If you like it, I'll buy it for you in the future."
"So good." Fan Zhiyi praised with a smile.
Oh, finally these two apprentices were not raised in vain.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt Bing Nandong's slightly resentful gaze, and instantly understood, and took a chicken leg from his bowl and gave it to Bing Nandong: "Eat more, it will replenish your body."
Zhuang Yujing, who was watching the three of them picking and choosing chicken legs, had a strange look on his face. He looked at Bing Nandong, then at Fan Zhiyi, and suddenly he was furious. "Are you guys going to eat or not? A bunch of grown men are picking and choosing like they've never seen chicken legs before!" Zhuang Yujing said as he picked and chose some ribs and put them in He An's bowl. "He An, eat more. Don't leave any for those disgusting people from Tianyun Sect!"
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
He An sighed: "Yes, Master."
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