This year, Tianjun Prefecture has a bumper harvest. The night wind blows the golden wheat ears mixed with the unique aroma of the soil, filling the fields with fragrance all the way.
It was late at night, and the sound of insects mixed with rustling sounds. Five Wanjian Mountain disciples used their magic power to frantically harvest wheat on the ridge of a family's field and put it into their own Qiankun treasure bags. It stands to reason that the Wanjian Mountain immortal officials would not have to be so sneaky if they wanted to collect some food, but this group of people were trembling like unskilled thieves.
When the young man heard the voice, he rushed out of the house like the wind.
He knew that the "locusts" were coming again.
During these five years, every autumn harvest, the disciples of Wanjian Mountain's Foreign Affairs Hall would come to his fields to make trouble. The first time, he thought it was Wanjian Mountain collecting grain, so he turned a blind eye. But the next day, he found that his fields were the only ones in the village that were bare, and he knew that this matter must not be that simple.
The young man waved his sleeves, and the extremely domineering Qi force directly and accurately hit the five people's bodies. Even the chirping of insects in early autumn was silent for a moment. He walked to the nearest person slowly and squatted down.
"Is it that Yun Muye who sent you here again?"
The disciples of Wanjian Mountain were trembling with fear. Although the man in front of them was wearing coarse linen clothes, his face was so perfect that he seemed to have no human presence, and he was so cold that he seemed inhuman.
"Brother Jiang, please be considerate of us outer disciples. We dare not disobey Brother Yun's orders!"
Those phoenix eyes seemed to contain a handful of Kunlun snow, and even the voice was as cold as breaking ice and cutting jade: "I don't even know Yun Muye, why does he target me again and again?"
"This, this, we don't know either." The young disciple's eyes rolled around, "How about this, we spend money to buy all the wheat, and you let us go back so that we can report to you."
The young man hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and unblocked the acupoints of the five men.
"Two hundred taels."
The young disciple patted his clothes and stood up, taking out five spirit stones from his arms: "Take these spirit stones and exchange them for five hundred taels at the pawn shop." After saying that, they all ran up the mountain as if they were afraid that he would change his mind.
He put the spirit stone into his arms, turned around and smelled a fragrant breeze, and beauties of all shapes and sizes surrounded him in eight directions. He frowned, took a few breaths and jumped into his own small courtyard, locked the door and set up the barrier, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man felt that everything around him was very strange, but he couldn't explain why.
Because he lost his memory.
When he woke up in the Great Freedom Hall five years ago, he only remembered that his name was Jiang Mi and that he was a new disciple of Wanjian Mountain. As for other things, he could not remember anything at all. When he looked at the time, he realized that he had lost his memory for three hundred years.
The monks in the Da Zi Zai Temple had a very subtle attitude towards him. They always showed hostility inadvertently, but they couldn't help but admire his enlightenment in studying the scriptures. The Buddhist disciple Shi Chen was particularly concerned about his affairs and told him to practice the Six Desire Heavens for at least three hours every day. But when he proposed to convert to Buddhism, he still remembered Shi Chen's horrified expression. At this point, the Da Zi Zai Temple refused to take him in and sent him back to the foot of Wan Jian Mountain.
In the past three hundred years, the situation in Wanjian Mountain has changed. The head of the mountain has been replaced by Yun Ci, and Gu Bufan has become the elder of the Foreign Affairs Hall. He originally wanted to continue to practice in Wanjian Mountain, but the people in Wanjian Mountain drove him down as if they were facing a great enemy. Finally, Gu Bufan came forward and told him to go back to Linguang Village to practice and not to run around.
But in a few days, Gu Bufan was about to break through to the state of enlightenment. Before he went into seclusion, he told him not to trust anyone and just to practice the Six Desire Heavenly Skills diligently. She would help him recover his memory after she came out of seclusion.
At first he didn't understand why Gu Bufan said these words, until he had lived peacefully in the village for a month, when the leader of the Immortal Alliance suddenly came to him.
Jiang Mi recognized this leader. It was he who sent him to Wanjian Mountain. But he didn't remember that he was friends with this big shot. Xing Yuan would come to ask about his well-being from time to time. If he just came to visit, it would be fine. But he wanted to let everyone in Wuguang City know that the leader of the Immortal Alliance was his best friend.
His house was now bustling with matchmakers, who swarmed in and almost broke the doorstep. Unexpectedly, the trouble had just begun, and soon after, the head of Quanxing Sect, Bai Ruyu, also came.
He remembered that Quanxing was a cult three hundred years ago, but now it has become a reputable and upright sect. The young man in red was beautiful, but for some reason he could always associate him with a hissing venomous snake.
Bai Ruyu asked him if he had a headache, saying that she had a way to cure it. In fact, Jiang Mi would have a severe headache whenever he saw the moon in the sky.
The words of the head of Quan Xing hit the mark, so he wanted to ask for the method of treatment. Bai Ruyu took out a very thin silver needle from his sleeve and told him that he only needed to insert the needle into his brain, and the headache would be solved. Seeing that he was hesitant, Bai Ruyu randomly pulled a disciple from behind to try the needle. After the needle entered the brain, the disciple did not seem to have any abnormalities, so he agreed.
Maybe he was overthinking. After the acupuncture, he never had a headache again. But Bai Ruyu left him not only the needle, but also a group of beautiful maids. They were paid by Quan Xing, and their daily job was to harass him while he was working, under the pretext of serving him. But he was used to being alone. These women had nothing to do during the day, and wanted to occupy his room at night. After a while, Jiang Mi completely lost his patience and set up a thick barrier in his yard, so that he could see nothing.
When the young man woke up, there was actually a note in the pocket of his underwear. The handwriting was undoubtedly his, but he seemed to be in a hurry when he wrote it, and there were only four words in a hasty scribble: My wife invites the moon.
It was just a name, no surname. He wanted to spend money to find out, but others advised him not to waste his time. One evening, he met Ling Wujie at the foot of Wanjian Mountain and asked about it. Unexpectedly, Ling Wujie told him that the person he was looking for was named Baili Yaoyue.
Jiang Mi had heard of this name before. Baili Yaoyue was an ascended person, a fairy from heaven, and her plays were sung all over the Nine Provinces. But before he could be happy, Ling Wujie's next words made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave -
"You are just one of the hundreds of concubines of Master. She just wanted something new. You are plain-looking and taciturn. How could Master marry a country bumpkin like you? Look, she took away your memory and sent you back. So, people like you should not be too greedy and just marry someone casually..."
He didn't listen to the rest of the words, nor did he dare to listen anymore.
Not long after, he quietly asked Xing Yuan, and the leader of the Immortal Alliance told him with a very heavy face: What Ling Wujie said was true. Finally, he advised him earnestly to marry a mortal girl and stop thinking about the Ninth Heaven Fairy.
The young man remembered that Gu Bufan told him not to trust anyone, but when everyone around him said that this was true, he had to believe it even if he didn't want to.
However, believing does not mean that he accepts his fate.
Jiang Mi searched everywhere in Wuguang City for the portrait of the fairy. He found out that the Immortal Alliance had banned the circulation of the portrait of Chiyu Fairy in the market five years ago. If he wanted to see the fairy's true appearance, he could only go to the black market and spend 1,000 taels of silver to buy it.
He took out the five spirit stones from his arms, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips under the moonlight——
In two days, he will be able to remember what the fairy looks like.