Even if Lan Chang said at this time, "The one who killed me is you," the effect would not be more shocking than this sentence.

Xie Lian was almost stunned by her and asked, "Me?!"

Jun Wu's hand on the throne seemed to slip. The priests were silent for a moment, and then all looked at him. Jun Wu put his hand back in place, and continued to hold his forehead in this deep posture. The priests all looked at Xie Lian again.

Is it finally here? The much-anticipated third demotion!

Xie Lian felt as if his entire heart and earth were trembling, and he swallowed back the words “I’m impotent” that were about to burst out of his teeth out of habit.

This was just a casual excuse, not to be brought up at this time. Moreover, there is a joke summary that is widely circulated in the upper heaven, about the attitude of each martial god towards "women": Feng Xin keeps a distance from women; Lang Qianqiu blushes when he sees women; Mu Qing refuses to see ugly women; Pei Su has no expression when he sees women and no one knows what he is thinking; Quan Yizhen has no women in his mind; Pei Ming's mind is full of women. If he shouts it out, he can probably be added to the end of this summary in the future. Xie Lian said earnestly, "Miss Lanchang, calm down. This is absolutely not the case."

Lan Chang's eyes widened as big as bells, and she said, "Yes. It's you, the Crown Prince of Xianle Kingdom!"

“…”

Although the woman died later than he ascended to heaven, which roughly matches the time, how could Xie Lian not know whether he had seen her? Amid the whispers around him, Xie Lian restrained his expression and said seriously, "Miss, although I am not a saint, I also know how to be single-minded. If I don't really love someone, I will never do anything beyond this person. If I do, even if I sell everything I have to collect rags and perform on the streets to support my family, I would not let this person suffer any grievances. This is the Shenwu Palace, don't speak nonsense."

Shi Qingxuan also said: "If it was really His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who did this, why would he take the initiative to bring this female ghost sister up to confront him? And why did this Miss Lan Chang only recognize him now? Just thinking about it, you know something is wrong."

Obviously, something is wrong. However, when there is something exciting to watch, no one cares whether it is right or wrong. Everyone is reserved. There is also a priest who makes a wild guess: "Could it be that His Royal Highness has lost his memory and therefore does not remember what he did?"

"To be honest, I'm more likely to believe that he is so bold that he thinks people don't recognize him anymore after eight hundred years."

Xie Lian was speechless and warned, “To prove an incredible thing, you fabricated another even more incredible thing. Isn’t your way of thinking a little dangerous?”

Feng Xin seemed to want to say something, but paused as if he couldn't confirm it, and finally didn't say it. Jun Wu coughed lightly and said, "Xianle, how many gold belts did you have before?"

Xie Lian covered his forehead and said, “…That’s too many. At least ten…”

Mu Qing said calmly, "More than forty. Each one has a different pattern and color."

As soon as he said this, he realized something was wrong and stopped talking, because someone immediately remembered that Mu Qing was Xie Lian's close attendant, who was in charge of Xie Lian's daily life, so he knew such details so well. The priests thought to themselves, there were more than forty golden belts alone, and the prince was really extravagant and pampered back then. Not only others, but Xie Lian was also embarrassed when he thought about it. At that time, he changed into a set of gorgeous clothes every day, and the combination of the belt also changed according to the clothes. It's not like now, he only changes and washes three sets of clothes over and over again in a whole year, and these three sets of clothes are exactly the same. Just looking at them, you would definitely think that he is so poor that he only has one piece of clothing to wear. Jun Wu asked again: "Do you still remember where you put it?"

Xie Lian and Feng Xin both choked secretly.

Xie Lian rubbed his brows and said, “Well, I don’t really remember. After all, these are things from over 800 years ago, and I don’t know where they have been scattered.”

It was not only because he was forgetful, but more importantly, he and Feng Xin often pawned things when they were short of money. He pawned so many things that he really couldn't remember whether he had the belt or not. Although Feng Xin didn't have the heart to discuss this topic, he still said: "The gold belt may have been given to him by someone, or he may have picked it up."

Jun Wu didn’t seem to have any hope that Xie Lian would remember, and said, “Xian Le, I remember that the technique you practice requires you to remain a virgin. Otherwise, your magical power will drop drastically.”

Xie Lian said, “Yes.”

Shi Qingxuan said casually: "Wow, as soon as I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I felt that he must have cultivated this kind of cultivation, and it turned out to be true. If this is the case, let alone having children with someone, he probably has never held anyone's hand."

Just as Xie Lian was about to blurt out "yes", a pale, slender hand suddenly appeared in his mind. Under the cover of a bright red wedding veil, it was as cold as jade, with a thin red string tied to the third finger. The word "yes" was stuck in his throat and could not come out. At this moment, everyone in the hall was staring at him, and they knew at a glance that this stuck meant "no"!

However, "never held hands" was too low a line. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. Shi Qingxuan immediately changed his words and said, "Even if they did hold hands, they definitely didn't even kiss anyone else."

Xie Lian wanted to say “yes” again, but this time, a string of crystal-like bubbles suddenly rose before his eyes. The crystals dispersed, and behind them appeared an extremely handsome face with closed eyes. There was a small widow’s peak on the forehead, which was very beautiful.

This time, not only did he fail to utter a single word, but his entire face turned red.

“…”

“…”

“…”

All the priests in the hall understood at once, and coughed dryly. Shi Qingxuan began to regret it, and knocked his fan on his head. He whispered to Xie Lian, "Your Highness, I'm sorry. I just wanted to convince everyone that you are really pure and desireless, but I didn't expect you are not. It turns out that you have had this kind of experience, but I can't tell!"

The words "I didn't expect you weren't" broke Xie Lian's strength. He replied with difficulty: "Don't say it, it was an accident..."

Jun Wu clenched his fist and put it in front of his mouth, coughed even harder, and said, "That's good. You haven't violated the rules in these years."

Xie Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Yes.”

Jun Wu said: "That's easy. I have a sword here, named 'Yan Zhen', which has a magical power. If a boy's blood flows on it, it will leave no marks, and it will become brighter and brighter with each wash. Take a drop of blood and you will know."

Although everyone has known about Jun Wu's hobby of collecting all kinds of strange and bizarre swords for many years, the priests still wondered in their hearts: "Why do you have so many messy swords? What are you going to do with them..."

Xie Lian felt that this situation was really inexplicable and just wanted to end it quickly. As soon as Ling Wen took out the slender "Yan Zhen" sword, he immediately raised his hand and scraped the blade. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at this side, and Shi Qingxuan clapped his hands and said, "Alright. The case is solved!"

The blood drop slid across the blade, leaving no trace. The evidence was irrefutable, so everyone had to disperse, saying, "Ah, that's how it is." "Who is it then?" They were all uninterested and slightly disappointed.

Lingwen said politely: "Miss, please tell me the truth. Which priest is it? If the fetus in your belly is still so restless and you don't have enough magical power, I'm afraid only your father who has a blood relationship with him can teach him gently. I..."

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, Lan Chang pointed at Ling Wen and said, "You! That person is you!"

“…”

Lingwen: “???”

Lingwen had probably just rushed from the temple to attend the meeting. He was a man at this time. He was suddenly pointed out by Lanchang as the father of the child. He looked confused and shocked. All the priests burst out laughing. Pei Ming said, "Mr. Jie, have you finished reviewing the documents? Then go down and find a girl to give birth to your child. Hahahahahahahahaha..."

This is probably what is called retribution in this life. Lingwen shook his head, declined Master Wudu's kind gesture of giving a red envelope to his "nephew", regained his composure, and said, "I haven't finished reviewing it yet, so I don't have time."

After so much trouble, several people were suspected, so naturally no one would believe it anymore. Feng Xin couldn't stand it anymore, and said unhappily: "I understand. This female ghost is crazy, making trouble here and biting people randomly, deliberately causing trouble."

Lan Chang chuckled, looking more and more like a crazy woman. If she continued like this, who knew if she would accuse him next. The priests also changed their tone and said, "Yes, who knows if she stole the gold belt..."

"To be honest, I have more than one gold belt. I'm not sure how many I have, and I can't remember if I have kept them all properly."

Lan Chang refused to give in, and said with her hands on her hips: "Why, you want to clear yourself now? It's too late! No way! It's you, you, and you!"

It seemed that he was pointing fingers without even looking at them. Even Mingyi, who was standing quietly in the corner, chewing something with an indifferent and focused expression, was forced to be recognized as his father. The palace was in chaos and everyone was pushing and running away: "Take her away, take her away!" "Don't let her talk nonsense!" "Sister, I don't like girls like you, don't accuse me!" "It's really disgraceful!"

Jun Wu waved his hand, and a young priest came in and took Lan Chang away. She was dragged out of the Shenwu Hall, still laughing loudly along the way. The priests in the hall stood back in their original positions with lingering fear, all of them with a headache. Originally, everyone thought it was none of their business and just watched the fun, but now they didn't know if they would be blamed unexpectedly. Maybe the next time they perform their new play in the human world, they will inexplicably have a heavily made-up female ghost lover and a ghost son who has killed countless people. They suddenly felt a crisis and threw their hands and said, "There is no way to investigate this matter!"

"I think she's just mentally ill. Don't bother investigating. It's a waste of time. Just shut her up."

"It is also possible that the ghost world deliberately sent them to muddy the waters."

Xie Lian disagreed, saying, “On the way here, Miss Lan Chang was clearly normal and sober. How could she become like this once she arrived at the Shenwu Palace? I’m afraid she can’t be explained by just saying ‘crazy’.”

So, they split into two groups again, and after a debate, the conclusion was still the same old "wait and see". After the meeting, he said goodbye to his teacher Qing Xuan and agreed to go play in a few days. Xie Lian walked out of the Shenwu Hall and sighed in his heart, "It is said that the efficiency of the Lingwen Hall is low, but there is nothing we can do about it. Every time we hold a meeting to discuss something, there are countless random discussions, and the final result is mostly mediocre and lukewarm. How can the Lingwen Hall be vigorous and resolute?"

At this moment, he felt someone following him from behind. He turned around and saw that it was Feng Xin. He was slightly startled. Before he could even greeted him, Feng Xin quickly whispered, "Be careful, Mu Qing."

Xie Lian also lowered his voice and asked, “Mu Qing?”

Feng Xin said, "When he entered the hall, the ghost girl looked strange, as if she was a little afraid of him. I won't pry into other people's private affairs, but you should be on guard." After saying that, he hurried away. Xie Lian stood there, waiting for him to walk away, and then slowly walked away.

Although it was not easy to notice on the surface, Xie Lian had actually been secretly paying attention to the subtle expressions of each priest and Lan Chang's reactions, and naturally did not miss Mu Qing.

However, he thought that the father of this fetal spirit was unlikely to be Mu Qing. Xie Lian could not imagine that Mu Qing would do such a thing. In fact, Mu Qing was devoted to practicing martial arts, cultivating Taoism, expanding his followers and fighting for territory. Moreover, he practiced the same Taoism as him and would not be tempted by women to ruin his cultivation. However, Mu Qing knew Lan Chang, so this should be correct. There were too few clues, so Xie Lian shook his head and left the Heavenly Palace.

Although the fetal spirit had been subdued, Lang Ying and Gu Zi were placed in a wealthy merchant's house, with food and drink, and nothing to worry about, it was not good for him to be away for too long. The merchant was probably suspicious after not seeing him for a long time, so Xie Lian went straight to Puqi Town. When the merchant saw him, he held his hands tightly and said excitedly: "Master! Master, master! You slept in my wife Ru's room last night, and we locked the door. When I opened it in the morning, I couldn't believe it, you disappeared out of thin air! It's really great! How is it? Did you catch the monster?"

Xie Lian said, “We caught him. Don’t worry, he’s fine now. How are the two children I was taking care of?”

The rich businessman was as if he had been pardoned. He was overjoyed and said, "Very well behaved! Very well behaved! I didn't eat much! Taoist priest, where is your Qiandeng Temple? I want to donate money and fulfill my vow! From today on, I want to be a nominal disciple in your temple. No one can compete with me!"

Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But after all, he had gained a believer, and a wealthy one at that, so he was very pleased. He preached to the wealthy businessman in a mysterious way, admonishing him not to get too involved with women in the future, to be single-minded, and to love his wife and family. Finally, he asked him to visit Puqi Temple another day, and then he left with Lang Ying and Gu Zi.

The three of them returned to Puqi Village. When they arrived in front of Puqi Temple, Xie Lian placed the sign asking for donations for the temple's dilapidated buildings in a more conspicuous place, secretly hoping that the rich businessman would see it at a glance when he came and then push the door in. Who knew that the moment he pushed the door, he felt something different in the room.

When I walked into the temple, I found it was completely different. The floor had been swept, the altars and chairs had been wiped, the dust had been swept away, and the dirty garbage in the corners had been cleaned up. It was as if the snail girl had visited it, it was too clean.

Because even Qi Rong was missing!

As soon as he disappeared, the whole room seemed to become spacious and bright, and even the air seemed to be a little fresher. Gu Zi was holding the meat pie he brought back from town. He looked out and saw no one, so he asked anxiously, "Big brother, where is my dad?"

Xie Lian turned around immediately. Before he even walked out of the door, he felt a dangerous cold light coming at him. He pulled out his sword and struck it. With a "clang" sound, the cold light was immediately knocked high into the air and landed dozens of feet away.

He drew his sword as fast as lightning and put it away as fast as lightning. Her heart instantly returned to its place. She let out a breath and immediately felt puzzled: Why was there no next move after that flash of cold light?

Looking at the cold light again, after being knocked away by him, it stuck crookedly on the ground in the distance. Looking at the curved silver light from afar, Xie Lian felt that it looked more and more familiar. He walked over with the two children, took a look, and immediately squatted down and said, "This... Isn't this the fate? What's wrong with you?"

Asking a knife what's wrong with you is a very strange scene. Several farmers passing by also gave Xie Lian strange looks and secretly poked each other with their elbows: "Look, look at this man, he is talking to a knife..." "I saw it, just ignore it and walk away..." However, Xie Lian had to ask this because the entire blade of Erming and the eye outlined by silver lines on the handle were shaking continuously, as if suffering from a terminal illness, and the shaking became more and more severe. Xie Lian couldn't help but stretch out his hand and said, "Did I hurt you when I hit you just now?"