Wei WuXian said: “Coffins are naturally used to hold the dead. I guess the body originally buried here should be the body of Jin GuangYao’s mother Meng Shi. He came here tonight to take away his mother’s body and sail to Japan together.”

Lan Xichen was stunned and speechless. Nie Huaisang said “Ah” and suddenly said, “Yes, that sounds reasonable.”

Wei WuXian asked again: “What do you think that person will do with Jin GuangYao’s mother’s body after digging it up?”

Nie Huaisang said, "Brother Wei, why do you keep asking me? No matter how many times you ask, I just don't know."

After a pause, he said: "But..."

Nie Huaisang slowly gathered up his hair that was soaked by the rain and said, "I think since this person hates Jin Guangyao so much, he would be merciless and extremely cruel to something that he regards as his life."

Wei WuXian asked, “For example, dismembering the body by five horses and dumping it in several places, like what they did to Chi Feng Zun?”

Nie Huaisang was shocked and took a few steps back, saying, "This, this, this... this is too poisonous..."

Wei WuXian stared at him for a while, but eventually looked away.

After all, speculation is just speculation, and no one has any evidence.

Nie Huaisang's face was full of confusion and helplessness at the moment, perhaps it was a disguise. He was unwilling to admit that he treated others as pawns and regarded their lives as nothing, or his plan was more than that, he wanted to hide his true face to do more things and achieve higher goals; or it was possible that it was not that complicated at all, and the person who delivered the letter, killed the cat, and combined Nie Mingjue's body and head was someone else, and Nie Huaisang was simply a real abscess.

Perhaps Jin Guangyao's last few words were just a lie he made up after Nie Huaisang exposed his sneak attack attempt, in order to disturb Lan Xichen's mind and take the opportunity to kill him together. After all, Jin Guangyao was a big liar with a long history, so it was not surprising that he would lie at any time and about any lie.

As for why he changed his mind at the last moment and pushed Lan Xichen away, who could know what he was thinking?

The veins on the back of Lan Xichen’s hand bulged as he held his forehead. He said in a muffled voice, “…What does he want? I used to think I understood him very well, but later I found out that I didn’t. Before tonight, I thought I understood him again, but now I don’t understand him anymore.”

No one could answer him, so Lan Xichen asked at a loss: "What on earth does he want to do?"

However, even he, who was closest to Jin Guangyao, didn't know, so it was even less likely that others would have the answer.

After a moment of silence, Wei WuXian said, “Let’s not just stand there. Send a few people out to find someone else, and leave a few people here to watch over this thing. This coffin plus these strings won’t be able to seal up Chi Feng Zun for long.”

As if to confirm his judgment, loud noises came out of the coffin again. With a nameless anger, Nie Huaisang shuddered. Wei Wuxian glanced at him and said, "See? We must immediately replace it with a more solid coffin, dig a deep pit, and bury it again. It cannot be opened for at least a hundred years. Once opened, the ghost will linger and cause endless troubles..."

Before he finished speaking, a loud and deep dog bark suddenly came from the distance.

Wei Wuxian's expression changed immediately. Jin Ling, on the other hand, managed to cheer himself up and said, "Fairy!"

The thunder has passed, the heavy rain has turned into a drizzle. The deepest night has passed, and the sky is getting light.

The dripping black-maned spirit dog spread out its four legs, blew in like a black wind, and pounced on Jin Ling. Its round eyes were wet, and it stood up with its front paws off the ground, clinging to Jin Ling's legs and whimpering. Wei Wuxian saw its long, bright red tongue sticking out from between its snow-white teeth, licking Jin Ling's hand continuously. Its face turned pale, its eyes were straight, and it opened its mouth, feeling as if its soul was about to turn into a cloud of green smoke and fly up to the sky from its mouth. Lan Wangji silently blocked him behind him, separating him from the fairy's sight.

Then, hundreds of people surrounded the Guanyin Temple, all with swords drawn and alert, as if ready for a massacre. However, when the first few people who rushed into the temple saw the scene clearly, they were stunned. Those who were lying were dead; those who were not dead were half lying, half standing. In short, the ground was full of corpses and the place was in a mess.

The two people holding swords and rushing in front, on the left is the head of Yunmeng Jiang Clan, and on the right is Lan Qiren. Lan Qiren was still full of doubts, and before he could ask any questions, the first person he saw was Lan Wangji, who was almost as close to Wei Wuxian as a person. In an instant, he forgot to ask anything, and a burst of anger appeared on his face, his long eyebrows stood up, he exhaled a few times, and his beard trembled and flew upwards. The head hurried forward to help Jiang Cheng, saying: "Master, are you okay..." Lan Qiren raised his sword and shouted: "Wei..."

Before he could finish drinking, several figures in white rushed out from behind him, shouting, "Han Guangjun!"

"Senior Wei!"

"Old Ancestor!"

Lan Qiren was bumped by the last boy and nearly fell over. He shouted angrily, “No hurrying! No loud noises!”

Except for Lan Wangji who called him "Uncle", no one paid any attention to him. Lan Sizhui grabbed Lan Wangji's sleeve with his left hand and Wei Wuxian's arm with his right hand, and said happily: "That's great! Senior Wei, Hanguang Jun, you are all okay. Seeing how anxious the fairy was, we thought you were in a very difficult situation."

Lan Jingyi said, "Sizhui, you are confused. How could there be a situation that Hanguang-jun cannot solve? I have already told you that you are worrying about nothing."

"Jingyi, it seems like you are the one who has been worrying about me all along the way."

"Go away! Stop talking nonsense."

Lan Sizhui caught a glimpse of Wen Ning who had finally gotten up from the ground, and immediately grabbed him and stuffed him into the circle of teenagers, talking to them about the future.

It turned out that after the fairy bit Su She, it ran all the way and found a family affiliated with the Yunmeng Jiang family stationed near the town, barking non-stop in front of the door. The young master of the family saw the special collar, golden mark and family emblem on its neck, and knew that it was a spirit dog with a rather prominent background, and its owner must be of noble status. Seeing that there were bloodstains on its teeth, claws and fur, it was obvious that it had been through a fight. He was afraid that the owner was in danger, so he did not dare to neglect it and immediately flew to the Lotus Pier to inform the real boss of this area, the Yunmeng Jiang family. The head immediately recognized that this was the spirit dog fairy of the young master Jin Ling, and immediately sent people to rescue it.

At that time, everyone of Gusu Lan Clan was about to leave Lotus Pier, but Lan Qiren was blocked by the fairy. It jumped up, bit off a narrow piece of white cloth from Lan Sizhui's hem, and used its claws to arch it over its head, as if it wanted to make a circle of the white cloth on its head, and then lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Lan Qiren was puzzled, but Lan Sizhui suddenly realized: "Sir, does it look like it is imitating our headband? Is it trying to tell us that Han Guangjun or the Lan family are in danger?"

Therefore, the Yunmeng Jiang family, the Gusu Lan family and several other families that had not yet left gathered their manpower and came together to rescue.

Lan Jingyi praised: "It has always been calling fairy, but I didn't expect it to be such a spirit dog!"

But no matter how fairy or spiritual it was, to Wei Wuxian, it was still a dog, the scariest thing in the world. Even with Lan Wangji standing in front of him, he was still terrified. Ever since the Lan family's juniors came in, Jin Ling had been secretly looking over there, watching them quarreling around Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Seeing Wei Wuxian's face getting paler and paler, he patted the fairy's butt and whispered, "Fairy, you go out first."

The fairy shook her head and tail and continued to lick him. Jin Ling scolded, "Get out now. Don't you want to listen to me?"

The fairy looked at him with resentment, swung her tail and ran out of the temple. Wei Wuxian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jin Ling wanted to go over, but was too embarrassed to do so. While he was hesitating, Lan Sizhui suddenly saw Wei Wuxian's waist. He was stunned for a moment and said, "...Senior Wei?"

Wei WuXian asked, “Hmm? What?”

Lan Sizhui said in astonishment: “Can you…can you let me take a look at your flute?”

Wei WuXian took it off and said, “What’s wrong with this flute?”

Lan Sizhui took the flute with both hands, frowned slightly, and looked a little confused. Lan Wangji looked at him, and Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji and said, "What's wrong with your Sizhui? Do you like my flute?"

Lan Jingyi was surprised and said, "Huh? Your tuneless flute is finally lost? This new flute is pretty good!"

He didn't know that this "very good" new flute was the magic weapon he had been dreaming about, the legendary ghost flute "Chen Qing". He was just secretly happy: "Great! At least now he won't look too embarrassing when he plays with Han Guangjun in the future. Oh my God! His original flute was so ugly and unpleasant!"

Lan Wangji said, "Si Zhui."

Lan Sizhui finally came to his senses, handed Chen Qing back to Wei Wuxian with both hands, and said, "Senior Wei."

Wei WuXian took the flute, and remembering that it was brought by Jiang Cheng, he turned to the other side and said casually, “Thanks.” He raised his head and said, “This, I…will keep it?”

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said, "It was originally yours."

After hesitating for a moment, he moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Wei Wuxian had already turned to Lan Wangji. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng also remained silent.

Among the people present, some were cleaning the scene, some were reinforcing the seal of the coffin, some were thinking about how to move it safely, and some were angry. Lan Qiren said angrily: "Xichen, what's wrong with you!"

Lan Xichen pressed his forehead, his brows filled with an indescribable depression, and said tiredly: "...Uncle, I beg you. Don't ask. Really. I really don't want to say anything now."

Lan Qiren had never seen Lan Xichen, whom he had raised, so irritated and out of control. Looking at him, and then at Lan Wangji who was surrounded with Wei Wuxian, he became more and more angry. He felt that neither of these two originally perfect and proud students would obey him, and both of them made him worry.

 The coffin that sealed Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao was not only extremely heavy, but also had to be handled with extreme care, so several family heads volunteered to carry it. When one family head saw the face of the Guanyin statue, he was startled at first, and then, as if he had discovered something new, he directed the others to look at it: "Look at this face! Does it look like Jin Guangyao?"

When the others saw it, they all exclaimed in amazement: "It really is his face! Why would Jin Guangyao make such a thing?"

Sect Leader Yao said, "You call yourself a god. You are so arrogant."

"That's really arrogant. Hehe."

Wei WuXian thought, that’s not necessarily true.

Jin Guangyao's mother was regarded as the lowest prostitute, but he insisted on carving a statue of Guanyin in the image of his mother, which was worshipped by tens of thousands of people and offered incense.

But it was meaningless to say all this now. No one knew it better than Wei Wuxian. No one would care, and no one would believe it. Everything related to Jin Guangyao would be subject to the most malicious speculation and spread widely among the people.

Soon, this  coffin will be sealed in a larger and more solid  coffin , nailed with seventy-two peach wood nails, buried deep underground, and a warning monument will be erected to suppress it at the foot of a mountain.

The things sealed inside will never be able to escape from reincarnation amid numerous restrictions and countless curses.

Nie Huaisang leaned against the door, watching several family heads carry  the coffin out of the threshold of the Guanyin Temple. He lowered his head to pat the dirty mud on the hem of his clothes, as if he saw something, and looked over. Wei Wuxian also looked over. What fell to the ground was Jin Guangyao's hat.

Nie Huaisang bent down and picked it up, then walked leisurely out the door.

The fairy was waiting for her master outside and cried out anxiously. Hearing this sound, Jin Ling suddenly remembered that it was Jin Guangyao who brought the fairy home when she was still a clumsy puppy that was not even as tall as his knees.

At that time, he was only a few years old. He had a fight with other children on Jinlin Terrace. He was not happy even though he won. He smashed things and cried loudly in the room. The maids and servants did not dare to approach him for fear of being hit by him. His uncle came out with a smile and asked, "A Ling, what's going on?" He immediately smashed five or six vases at Jin Guangyao's feet. Jin Guangyao said, "Oh, so fierce, I was scared." He shook his head and walked away as if he was very scared.

The next day, Jin Ling was angry and refused to go out or eat. Jin Guangyao was hanging around his door. Jin Ling leaned against the door and shouted, "Stop bothering me." Suddenly, a puppy's howl came from outside the door.

He opened the door and saw Jin Guangyao squatting in front of it, holding a black-haired puppy with round, sparkling eyes in his arms. He looked up and smiled at him, "I found this little thing, but I don't know what to call it. Ah Ling, do you want to give it a name?"

That smile was so gentle and genuine that Jin Ling couldn't believe that Jin Guangyao was pretending.

Suddenly, tears rolled down from his eyes again.

Jin Ling always thought that crying was a sign of weakness and incompetence, and he scoffed at it, but other than shedding tears, there was no other way to vent the pain and anger in his heart.

I don't know what's going on. He can't seem to blame anyone, nor can he hate anyone. Wei Wuxian, Jin Guangyao, Wen Ning, each of them is more or less responsible for the death of his parents. He has reasons to hate each of them, but it seems that each of them has reasons that make him unable to hate them. But if he doesn't hate them, who else can he hate? Did he deserve to lose his parents when he was young? Not only can he not take revenge, but he can't even hate them purely, thoroughly, and unscrupulously?

I always feel unwilling. I always feel wronged. I wish we could die together and put an end to it all.

 Seeing him staring at the coffin and crying silently, Sect Leader Yao asked, "Young Master Jin, why are you crying? Are you crying for Jin Guangyao?"

Seeing that Jin Ling remained silent, Sect Leader Yao used the tone of an elder scolding his younger generation to say, "Why are you crying? Put away your tears. A man like your uncle is not worth crying for. Young Master, I'm not saying that you can't be so weak! This is just a woman's kindness. You have to know what is right and what is wrong, and correct your..."

If the head of Lanling Jin Clan was still the Immortal Supervisor of all the other clans, these other clan heads would never dare to teach the Jin Clan children a lesson if they had a hundred guts. Now that Jin Guangyao is dead, there is no one left to support the Lanling Jin Clan, and its reputation is almost ruined. It is estimated that it will never be able to rise again in the future, so those who dare to come will come. Jin Ling's mind was originally full of mixed feelings. Hearing the chief Yao's instructions, a surge of anger surged in his heart, and he shouted: "I just want to cry, so what! Who are you? What do you think you are? Do you even care about my crying?!"

Sect Leader Yao didn't expect to be yelled at instead of being taught a lesson. He was a well-known clan leader, so he immediately frowned. Someone whispered to him, "Forget it. Don't bother with a kid."

He then put away his anger and snorted coldly, saying, "Of course. Oh, why bother with a brat who is still wet behind the ears and doesn't know right from wrong?"

Lan Qiren watched over  the coffin as it was loaded onto the vehicle. He turned around and asked in astonishment, "Where's Wangji?"

He had just been planning to have a long talk with Lan Wangji for 120 days after taking him back to the Cloud Recesses, and if that didn't work, he would put him in solitary confinement for a while, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. He walked around a few times and shouted, "Where's Wangji!"

Lan Jingyi said, “Just now I said that we brought Little Apple and tied her up outside the temple, and Han Guang-jun took… took… to see Little Apple together.”

Lan Qiren asked: "And then?"

What happened next? Needless to say. Outside the Guanyin Temple, where were the traces of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Wen Ning?

Lan Qiren looked at Lan Xichen, who was still distracted and followed him slowly, and sighed deeply before leaving. Lan Jingyi looked around and asked in surprise, "Sizhui? What happened? When did Sizhui disappear?"

When Jin Ling heard that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were gone, he rushed out and almost tripped on the threshold of the Guanyin Temple. However, no matter how anxious he was, he could not catch up with the two people. The fairy circled around him happily, laughing and sticking out her tongue. Jiang Cheng stood under a tall tree in the Guanyin Temple, looked at him, and said coldly: "Wipe your face."

Jin Ling wiped his eyes and face vigorously, then ran back and asked, "Where's the person?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Let's go."

Jin Ling lost his voice and said, "You just let them go like this?"

Jiang Cheng sneered, "What else? Stay for dinner? Say thank you first and then say sorry?"

Jin Ling was anxious, pointing at him and said, "No wonder he wants to leave, it's all because of you! Uncle, why are you so annoying!"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his hands in anger and cursed, "Is this the tone you use to talk to your elders? You're asking for a fight!"

Jin Ling's neck shrank, and the fairy tucked her tail in. Jiang Cheng's slap did not land on the back of his head, but he pulled it back weakly.

He said irritably, "Shut up, Jin Ling. Shut up. Let's go back. Everyone go back to their own place."

Jin Ling was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and then shut up obediently.

With his head down, he walked a few steps side by side with Jiang Cheng, then he looked up and asked, "Uncle, did you have something to say just now?"

Jiang Cheng said: "What? Nothing."

Jin Ling said, “Just now! I saw you wanted to talk to Wei Wuxian, but then you stopped talking.”

After a long silence, Jiang Cheng shook his head and said, "There's nothing to say."

What to say?

I was said to have been captured by the Wen family not because I insisted on returning to Lotus Pier to retrieve my parents’ bodies.

In the small town we passed through during our escape, when you went to buy dry food, a group of monks from the Wen family caught up with you.

I discovered it early, left where I was sitting, hid in the corner of the street, and didn't get caught. But they are patrolling the streets, and soon they will run into you when you are buying dry food.

So I ran out and led them away.

However, just like Wei Wuxian, who gave him the golden elixir, was unable to tell him the truth, Jiang Cheng now had no way of telling it.