Chapter 11 The Earth Goddess, please show up!

"My business?" Qi Youan sneered as if mocking himself, "I am just an ordinary person, there is nothing to say..." His voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, as if he was avoiding the topic.

If he told her his experience truthfully, it would probably scare this silly lady to death.

Ye Wanwan was paralyzed by the pain at this moment, and had long forgotten about the Tribulation Book. She took off her usual pampered and willful disguise, her eyes full of curiosity and inquiry, and asked softly: "

I am particularly curious, how did you kill everyone else on your own in the black market? Why are you so good at it?"

Qi Youan's heart tightened slightly when he heard this, but his face remained calm. Of course, he couldn't tell her his true identity. His previous martial arts teacher was a famous general who guarded the country, so his skills were naturally extraordinary.

What's more, he had already secretly given laxatives to the others that day, and he was bound to leave the black market.

He lowered his head, and said modestly and calmly: "Miss, you are too kind. I used to fight with people all day in the black market, but I have practiced some skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle slap suddenly landed on his face, and Qi Youan turned his head in shock.

Yuan thought that his perfunctory reply had upset the lady, but Ye Wanwan actually smiled innocently, with a bit of innocence in her tone: "This candle is too dazzling. There was a flying insect on your face just now. I helped you get rid of it."

Looking at the heartless look of the person in front of him. Qi Youan was so angry that his chest trembled, but he could only respond in a low voice: "Thank you, Miss."

Ye Wanwan smiled secretly at the way he was holding his breath.

"Hey, don't move."

Ye Wanwan suddenly moved closer and slowly rubbed off the blood of the insect on his face with her fingers.

Her movements were gentle and slow, and the temperature of her fingertips came through the skin, with a hint of numbness.

The faint pear blossom fragrance on the girl once again enveloped him.

Ye Wanwan's face was close at hand, her bright eyes fell into his eyes, and Qi Youan could clearly see her eyelashes at this moment.

For some reason, he felt that the girl in front of him was completely different from the willful and capricious young lady who treated him on weekdays.

Although she was willful and capricious, he was actually grateful to this young lady in his heart. If it weren't for Ye Wanwan, he would probably still be living a dark life in the black market.

Ye Wanwan didn't notice the scrutiny in Qi Youan's eyes. She suddenly thought of something and smiled: "This bug reminds me of when we were in Xian..."

When the words came to her lips, she realized her current situation, paused suddenly, and quickly changed her words: "Xian... delicious fish meat! I haven't eaten fish for a long time. Let the kitchen make me a spicy fish head tomorrow." A trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

"Spicy fish head?" Qi Youan couldn't help but wonder, is there such a dish as spicy fish head? Does spicy fish head mean eating the fish's eyeballs?

After all, he was of low status now, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, and replied, "Yes, Miss."

Ye Wanwan felt guilty for a while, pretended to yawn lazily, and her tone returned to her usual arrogance and alienation: "Okay, you go out and continue to watch the door for me."

Qi Youan heard this, bowed slightly, and was about to leave, but he heard the person behind the bed gauze add: "No need to turn on the lights at night in the future."

He was stunned for a moment, looked up at her, but saw that she had turned sideways, with her back to him, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

She was still different from her original self, and she was still soft-hearted.

Ye Wanwan tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. She figured out one thing. It was always tiring to keep up the airs of her original self. As long as she could successfully go through the tribulation and be herself, what's the harm?

The next morning, Qi Youan went to the kitchen as he was told, carrying a plate of spicy fish head that had just come out of the pot and was about to bring it into the room. He happened to meet the maid Yun Ting and was stopped by her:

"What is this?"

"The young lady said she wanted to eat spicy fish head."

"Spicy fish head?" Yun Ting's voice suddenly rose, as if she had heard something absurd. She took a step forward and looked at the dish carefully. The red oil was boiling, the fish head was hideous, and the spicy smell was pungent.

"Are you kidding? The young lady never eats fish and is allergic to it. What's more, the young lady has never liked spicy food. Why would she suddenly want to eat such a heavy-tasting dish?"

"Besides, what kind of dish is spicy fish head? It's all bones. Did the young lady eat fish eyes? I think you must have heard wrong. Take the dish away quickly. If the young lady gets angry, we will all be in trouble." Yun Ting hurriedly took the dish away.

Qi Youan was sure that he had not heard wrong. He suddenly understood that Ye Wanwan was usually silly and moody, so it was possible that she made mistakes.

...

After being confined and changing several sets of plasters during this period, Ye Wanwan finally didn't have to endure the torture of illness and could barely walk.

She had been thinking about Xuan Mo's affairs. She had an idea and quickly caught the tail of autumn and went to the largest temple in Li'an City-Tianchan Temple.

Tianchan Temple is located on the top of the mountain. Ye Wanwan went to the bottom of the mountain and looked up at the hundred stone steps winding up. The autumn sun cast mottled light and shadows through the layers of maple leaves, and the stone steps were covered with golden red fallen leaves.

Ye Wanwan was at a loss with her crutches, but since she had come today, she had to climb the temple. If she really walked up the stairs, her feet would be crippled again.

She glanced at Qi Youan, and the young man understood and squatted down obediently, carrying the girl up the stairs.

The temple of Tianchan Temple stood tall, and the maple tree in the front yard blocked out the sun.

People came and went under the tree, and pilgrims knelt or stood, praying devoutly. The dense red leaves were hung with wooden plaques filled with wishes, swaying gently in the wind, making crisp sounds.

Ye Wanwan's eyes fell on the maple tree, and she couldn't help but think of the Yinhong tree in Yinhong Pavilion.

I don't know how long I will stay in the world...

"Miss, let me help you to burn incense." Yun Ting said.

"Then Ergou, wait for me under the tree first." Ye Wanwan ordered.

Qi Youan stood obediently under the tree, watching people coming and going, like a puppy waiting for his master to return.

Inside the temple, incense smoke lingered. On the high platform stood a tall statue of the immortal Wenyuan. The statue had a kind and majestic face, with eyes slightly drooping, as if looking down at all living beings. On each side of the statue stood a Wenyuan prodigy, holding a scroll and looking respectful.

The candlelight in front of the statue flickered, reflecting the pious faces of the mortals kneeling on the mat.

Ye Wanwan took three incense sticks and slowly knelt on the mat. Mortals have all kinds of demands for birth, aging, sickness and death, love, hate, infatuation and anger, but she was a fairy, without desires or requests, and she didn't know what to ask for with the incense.

"Please, the fairy, bless my son to pass the imperial examination and bring honor to the family..." An elderly woman beside him whispered with her eyes closed.

Ye Wanwan thought of Ye Heng, and turned around and asked softly, "Yun Ting, when will my brother come back from the imperial examination?"

Yun Ting replied respectfully, "Miss, the eldest young master will be able to return home during the Great Cold this year."

Ye Wanwan's mind appeared the kind and gentle face of Ye Heng. Although they had not been together for a long time, since she was in this body, Ye Heng had been caring for her everywhere, bringing her the warmth of a family member that she had never had before.

Although Ye Wanwan knew that the fate of mortals had long been determined, she also prayed for them like a mortal.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and prayed like a mortal, "May the immortal god Wenyuan bless my brother Ye Heng to pass the imperial examination."

She stood up and inserted the incense stick into the incense burner, looked up at the statue, smiled and said softly, "Sister Wenyuan, thank you."

Then, Ye Wanwan walked through the deep corridors of Tianchan Temple, came to a remote corner and stepped into the old temple. The hall was dark, with only a statue of the God of Land.

"Miss, this place looks gloomy, let's go quickly." Yun Ting shuddered as she looked at the dilapidated hall.

"Since we are here today, we must worship every god. Yun Ting, go out first, I want to pray seriously."

"Yes, Miss." Yun Ting went out and stood guard outside the door.

Only Ye Wanwan and the statue of the God of Land were left in the hall. She walked forward slowly, stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the hand of the statue. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered:

"The gods of heaven and earth are in power, all things have spirits, the little god of land, please show up quickly."

Any god who encounters difficulties in the mortal world can follow this method and this spell to summon the God of Land, but now she is a mortal, I don't know if it will work.

The hall was silent, with only a breeze blowing through the dilapidated window frames. Ye Wanwan sighed heavily, and was about to push the door open with a dejected look.

Suddenly, a hoarse cough from an old man came from behind her.

"Ahem... May I ask which fairy you are?" An old man leaning on a fairy staff and hunching his back suddenly appeared behind him. His hair and beard were all white, his face was full of wrinkles, but his turbid eyes were full of deep light.

Ye Wanwan turned back happily, but the land fairy frowned and questioned: "You are not from the fairy world, you are a mortal!"

"I... I am not a mortal... Oh no, I am a mortal, no, I am just a mortal temporarily..."

Ye Wanwan was stunned, and then explained in a panic: "I am the master of Yinhong Pavilion in the fairy world, Fairy Yunheng."

"Yun... Fairy Yunheng?" The land fairy was shocked when he heard this. Although he was in the mortal world, he knew the names of all the fairies in the fairy world.

Fairy Yunheng, the master of Yinhong Pavilion, is a fairy with a respected status in the fairy world. But the woman in front of him was clearly a mortal body, without any fairy spirit.

But she could know the spell to summon herself, could she really be a fairy?

The land immortal counted with his fingers and said, "You are Ye Wanwan, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion of Rong State."

Ye Wanwan looked indifferent, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. She said slowly, "Since you can tell that this body of mine is Ye Wanwan, can't you tell whose immortal soul is attached to this body?"

Upon hearing this, the land immortal's face suddenly changed, and a few drops of cold sweat seeped from his forehead. He quickly closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing carefully. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and bowed hurriedly, with a bit of panic in his tone:

"I didn't recognize the fairy's true identity! I wonder if the fairy has come down to the mortal world this time. What important things do you want to tell me?"

Ye Wanwan nodded slightly and said, "There is a fairy who came down to the mortal world without permission. Now, like me, she has devoted herself to the mortal world. She is Xuan Mo, the daughter of the Dragon King of the Canghai. You need to find her and bring her back to the fairyland."

The land fairy heard this and asked, "Then... Fairy, do you know who this fairy has reincarnated into? There are so many living beings in the mortal world. If there is no clue, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to find her."

Ye Wanwan sighed softly and frowned, "This is exactly what bothers me. I don't know her current identity."

"Then please wait for a while, Fairy, and let me investigate carefully."

Ye Wanwan nodded slightly: "If you find any trace of him, you can come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to find me."

Before the voice fell, there was a sudden rustling movement behind the land statue, followed by a scream of "Ah!", and a girl stumbled out from behind the statue and fell heavily to the ground.

The girl was dressed in luxurious brocade, obviously a lady from a wealthy family, and I don't know why she hid here.

The three looked at each other, and the air was stagnant for a while. The conversations about fairies and the fairy world just now were obviously heard by the girl.

The girl rubbed her arm in pain, barely stood up, squeezed out an awkward smile on her face, and pretended to be calm: "I... didn't hear anything, you continue."

Ye Wanwan glanced at the land fairy, and the land fairy immediately understood, raised his hand and waved, and a faint fairy light quietly sank into the girl's eyebrows.

Before the girl could react, her eyesight gradually became blurred, her body went limp, and she fainted on the ground.

The Earth Immortal took his hand back and bowed to Ye Wanwan respectfully, saying, "I have erased her memory. If you have no other instructions, I will take my leave now."

The Earth Immortal's figure flashed and turned into a wisp of green smoke, quietly escaping into the ground and disappearing without a trace.