Before Sheng He finished his words, another white blade attacked. Sheng He chuckled, and the figures of the two suddenly disappeared and appeared thousands of miles away.

"Master, they ran away again!"

Zhao Yanran stamped her feet angrily. Xuan Xiao's expression was not good either. He glanced at the brocade box in Zhao Yanran's hand and said in a cold tone, "Did you get the Qingyan True Fire?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yanran's hand holding the brocade box suddenly trembled. She pursed her lips and carefully opened the brocade box. She saw a fifth-grade Huiyuan Pill lying quietly in the square box.

"System! Why isn't it the Blue Flame True Fire? Why didn't you remind me just now!"

The system's tone was helpless and a bit self-destructive: "I remember I reminded you just now."

Thinking of what had just happened, Zhao Yanran's breathing quickened. She resisted the urge to crush the brocade box, raised her head, and looked at Xuan Xiao pitifully.

"Master, this is not the Blue Flame True Fire. Sheng He lied to me. She swapped the Blue Flame True Fire."

"What?"

Xuan Xiao frowned, looking at Zhao Yanran crying, he suddenly felt a little irritated, "Don't cry, if you lose the Qingyan True Fire, I will find other treasures for you. You are about to form a baby, don't be distracted by these trivial matters!"

"Really?" Zhao Yanran burst into laughter, "Master treats Yanran the best."

…

Sheng He and Buwei were teleported to the sea by the Wanli Teleportation Talisman:?

The two of them kept struggling in the sea water and finally struggled to the shore.

Buwei looked around and saw that the place was deserted and did not look like anyone had ever lived there. He squeezed the Sun and Moon Pearl in his hand and turned to look at Sheng He who was pouring water into the scabbard.

"Donor Sheng, do you have any urgent business?"

"What's wrong?"

"I need to go to Zhongzhou. If you have nothing to do, could you give me a ride?"

Buddhists measure the land with their footsteps; they do not practice flying techniques. Except for special circumstances, most Buddhists rely on walking on their own two legs throughout their lives.

This place is at least several thousand miles away from Zhongzhou. Since he has gone through so much hardship to go to Wuwang Sea to get the Sun and Moon Pearls, there must be something important going on.

What's more, Zhongzhou is the only way back to Qingyun Sect, so Sheng He agreed after just a little thought.

The Dragon Roar Sword sped all the way and finally stopped over Fufeng Town in Zhongzhou three days later.

Sheng He put away the Dragon Roar Sword and followed Buwei, looking around curiously.

This is an ordinary small town on earth. The streets are bustling with people coming and going, but the spiritual energy here is thin and not suitable for cultivation. I don't think any cultivators will stay here.

Sheng He thought about it and became more and more curious about the "important matter" that Buwei mentioned.

Sheng He followed Buwei all the way to the dock. Zhongzhou was rich and its river transportation was even more developed. Even though Fufeng Town was only a small town in Zhongzhou, there were dozens of ships of all sizes parked at the dock.

Many brokers carrying goods were shuttling back and forth between the docks. Buwei's eyes were searching among these brokers and finally fell on a man.

Sheng He looked at the man. He seemed taller than the other brokers, with tanned skin and naked upper body. He was struggling to wrap the cargo on the ship around a shoulder pole. The cargo must be very heavy, as the shoulder pole was sunken into his shoulders.

This man looked no different from the broker at the dock, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body. If there was any difference, it was that the right trouser leg of this man was empty, and sticking out from under the trouser leg was a thin wooden stick.

This man is a cripple.

Sheng He stood there without moving. She watched Buwei, wearing the old cassock whose original color could hardly be seen, slowly approaching the man with his hands clasped together.

They seemed to be talking about something, and suddenly the man knelt down on the ground with gratitude.

Buwei helped the man up and took out the Sun and Moon Pearls from his arms. He held the Sun and Moon Pearls in one hand, twisted the Buddhist beads in the other, closed his eyes and murmured softly.

As he chanted, a golden spiritual power emerged from the Sun and Moon Pearl and slowly flowed into the man's right leg.

But in just a moment, the color of the Sun and Moon Pearl gradually faded, and a thin layer of gray mist covered the surface.

With a "click", the wooden stick fell to the ground. The man looked at his right leg in disbelief. The skin of his right leg was white and tender, just like a newborn baby's.

The man's eyes widened and he gently stroked his right leg, his eyes filled with unconcealable joy.

"Thank you for your blessing, Buddha. Thank you for your blessing, Buddha. I will definitely donate a lot of money to rebuild the clay statue for the Buddha!"

"Amitabha, may you be blessed with infinite happiness. The Buddha does not care about these material things, as long as the donor is wholeheartedly doing good."

Without finishing his words, he turned and left.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Behind him, the man knelt on the ground again and kowtowed to Buwei. The brokers and passers-by around him heard the man's shouting and looked at the two of them with strange eyes, but Buwei did not stop.

"Do you know him?"

“I don’t know him.”

"So you went to the Wuwang Sea and risked your life to get the Sun and Moon Pearls just for a mortal you didn't know?"

Buwei stopped and looked at Sheng He seriously: "Donor Sheng, ordinary people are no different from you and me."

"Thank you, Mr. Sheng, for sending me on this journey. I still need to continue my practice. Let's say goodbye here. May you be blessed with infinite blessings. Mr. Sheng will have good karma."

After Buwei finished speaking, he put his hands together, bowed to Sheng He, and then slowly left while twirling his Buddhist beads.

Sheng He stared at Buwei's back for a long time, then turned to look at the man on the dock. He stood up in ecstasy and ran around, showing his new right leg to everyone.

The brokers looked confused and thought they were just listening to nonsense. No one cared about the ragged monk or the man's right leg.

Only a few people who were familiar with the man showed genuine smiles.

“In all matters, just ask your conscience.”

Sheng He whispered softly.

She went all the way back to Qingyun Sect, and as soon as she reached the foot of Jianfeng Peak, Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan came to greet her impatiently.

Mu Yao looked at Sheng He, hesitating to speak, and finally spoke slowly after a while: "Xiao He, something happened to A Yuan."

"What happened?"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan looked at each other, not knowing what to say. In the end, Song Jinzhi, who had been squatting in the corner, spoke up: "After you left, A Yuan kept saying that he would go to your cabin and wait for you."

"He said he wanted to see you first when you came back and he had something to say to you, but I refused, so we started fighting, and then..."

Song Jinzhi closed his eyes, slapped himself dejectedly, and murmured, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have stopped him."

Sheng He felt uneasy and asked hastily, "Then what? What happened to A Yuan?"