After this sentence, Xie Lian was troubled all the way. After a few more words, Hua Cheng's words gave him the feeling of "I have said enough." So Xie Lian did not ask any more questions.

When we returned to Puqi Monastery, it was still dark.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the pots and pans were cleaned up. Lang Ying, Gu Zi, and Qi Rong were all sleeping in the room, covered with quilts, very peaceful. It seemed that after he left, someone had indeed been taking good care of this place and had left quietly.

When Xie Lian came back this time, he was accompanied by a lot of wishes.

Puqi Temple had never received so many prayers before, and he didn't think it was all due to the rich businessman who had helped him spread the word about his good name - yes, the rich businessman who had lived in the town before finally fulfilled his promise and came.

However, he came but did not notice the sign that Xie Lian had put in a conspicuous place, or he deliberately ignored it. He did not donate as much as he promised. The main purpose of his visit was to present a silk banner, which he enthusiastically handed to Xie Lian in front of all the villagers of Puqi Village. Xie Lian opened it without any preparation and closed it immediately. However, the four large words on the silk banner were still deeply engraved in his mind - "Miraculous Hand Returns to the Womb".

Xie Lian: “???”

After seeing off the rich businessman, he sighed, thinking that he was worried every day that the house would collapse at any time, and he really didn't know when it would be repaired. Hua Cheng, who was leaning against the door, seemed to see what he was sighing about, and said, "There is something I have wanted to say for a long time. If you are not at ease living in this house, you might as well move to another place."

Xie Lian shook his head and said, “That’s easy for you to say, Sanlang. Where can I change it?”

Hua Cheng smiled and said, "Why don't you just move to my place?"

Xie Lian knew that what he said was not just talk, but ever since that "joke" that night, he had inexplicably developed a shadow in his heart. Whenever Hua Cheng said something in such a "joking" manner again, he would not dare to respond casually and would just lower his head and smile.

As for the prayers he received, although they were all about the old ox at home having a broken leg and unable to work in the fields, or the wife at home being pregnant and lacking manpower in the fields, they were still prayers after all, and the prayers of believers should be treated equally. Two days later, Xie Lian answered the prayer and went to the village to help plant rice and plow the fields.

Hua Cheng lived here, so naturally he went along to play with him. Because it was rough work, Xie Lian didn't want him to go to the fields at first, but he couldn't persuade him, so they both changed into coarse cloth clothes, rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs, and went to the rice fields.

Looking from afar, there are many busy farmers scattered among the vast green paddy fields. Among them, two figures are particularly conspicuous.

Even though Xie Lian was wearing coarse cloth, it couldn't hide Hua Cheng's elegance. Rather, the ragged clothes made his face and figure stand out even more. Both of them were fair-skinned, with beautiful arms and long, straight calves. They formed a bright and eye-catching scene among the dusty peasants, causing the village girls who were used to seeing rough men to blush and keep peeking at them. As they were planting, the seedlings under their hands became crooked into an arc, which then became a joke.

Hua Cheng's skin was white, almost without any blood color. Xie Lian's skin was white with a hint of redness, and because of his natural constitution, the more he sweated, the whiter his skin became. Under the scorching sun, he worked for a while, his whole body turned pale, and he felt hot and uncomfortable. He kept wiping the sweat from his neck, but thinking that ghosts were all gloomy and didn't like the sun, Hua Cheng must be even more unhappy, so he turned his head to look. Sure enough, Hua Cheng also stood up slowly, squinting his eyes, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hands, his eyes fell on the shadow cast by his right hand between his eyebrows, and he stared at this side.

Xie Lian walked over, put the hat on his head, and said, “Put it on.”

Hua Cheng was startled at first, then he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay."

Although Hua Cheng said that he went to the fields for fun, he worked much faster than Xie Lian, quickly and well, and was very skilled. Half an hour later, Xie Lian had finished the field and his back ached. He stood up and rubbed his waist, and Hua Cheng came over to help him. Xie Lian took a look and saw that he had finished a large field silently in a short while. The green rice plants were planted in the paddy field one by one, neatly arranged, and very attractive. He sighed sincerely: "Sanlang, you really learn everything very quickly. Don't help me anymore. Sit there and have a rest. Drink some water or something."

Hua Cheng went to the edge of the field to get some water. The village chief watched for a long time and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Master, whose boy is this? He is so hardworking and capable! He is worth dozens of people! If any girl is favored by him, she will be blessed!"

Xie Lian burst out laughing. After a while, a few people came to ask him secretly, “Hey, Taoist Priest, where did this young man who lives in your temple come from? Is he married? Does he have a wife at home?”

"Surely not, he's so young!"

Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and said vaguely, “This…right, since you are young, you shouldn’t think about this first.”

Several people hurriedly said, "How can that be possible? It's because we are young that we need to settle down quickly."

"Master, you should give some advice. A man needs to settle down early so that he can grow up. He needs to have a family first before he can do anything."

"Yes, young people! Full of passion and enthusiasm! Can't stand loneliness!"

These people all had daughters at home and wanted to inquire about the situation. Xie Lian was pushing them gently when Hua Cheng came over with a bamboo tube and said, "Married. He already has a wife at home."

When the others heard this, they were greatly disappointed, but they still wanted to give up. They asked, "Whose family did he marry? Can this young man tell us?" "She is not lying to us, is she?" "She must be beautiful and virtuous, right?"

Hua Cheng raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, that's right. She is beautiful and virtuous. She is a noble lady from a wealthy family. I have liked her since I was a child. I have liked her for many years and went through a lot of hardships to pursue her."

He spoke in all seriousness, not pretending at all. The few people felt that there was no hope, so they had to leave with great regret. Xie Lian was listening in a trance, so Hua Cheng handed him a cloth and a bottle of water, saying, "Drink some water?"

Xie Lian took the cloth and wiped his muddy hands, then took the bamboo tube and drank a few sips before handing it back. He unconsciously made a mess of the cloth in his hand and wiped it over and over. After holding it in for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "...really?"

Hua Cheng took the bamboo tube back and took a sip. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he lowered his head and said, "Hmm? What?"

Xie Lian raised his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He felt that the sun was too strong, making his forehead and cheeks hot. He smiled as nonchalantly as possible and asked, "He already has a wife at home. She is beautiful and virtuous. She is a noble lady. I have liked her since I was a child and I went through a lot of hardships to catch up with her."

Hua Cheng said: "Oh, it's fake."

Xie Lian didn't even realize that he was relieved. This time, he really laughed, imitating Hua Cheng's tone before and said, "You lied."

Hua Cheng smiled and said, "But it's not all fake. I just haven't caught up yet."

Hearing this, Xie Lian was stunned, but Hua Cheng had already turned around and continued to help with the work.

Xie Lian stayed there for a while before he bent down and slowly began to work. For some reason, he felt a little depressed. After a moment, he realized that he had accidentally inserted a small row of needles crookedly, and quickly pulled his thoughts back.

While working in the fields, he secretly tried to communicate with the Wind Master. Although Hua Cheng told him not to get close to the Wind Master's group, Xie Lian still couldn't do it. He tried countless times in the past few days, but none of them succeeded. He silently recited the command several times, but there was no response from the other side, and there was dead silence. So he changed the door and found Lingwen, and asked: "Lingwen, how is the Wind Master now?"

Ling Wen soon got through, and a voice rang in Xie Lian’s ears, saying, “Master Wind Master? Are you feeling better now?”

Xie Lian had a feeling that she wasn’t telling the truth, but he didn’t ask any further questions. He just made up his mind to go up and take a look later.

At this time, Ling Wen said, "By the way, the Admiral sent some gifts to you. They have been delivered. Your Highness, please remember to take a look."

Xie Lian was stunned and said, “Gift? No need for that. No merit, no reward.”

Ling Wen said, "Don't be so modest. Master Wind will randomly find someone to accompany him when he is impulsive. You have been with him for so long, and you deserve it. Master Water said it was just a small token of your appreciation, so just accept it."

Xie Lian still felt that it was not appropriate, so he paid attention. After finishing the work, Hua Cheng went to help the village chief repair his plow, while Xie Lian went back to Puqi Temple first. After the "three freeloaders" mentioned by Hua Cheng were moved to Puqi Temple, he looked around the house and thought, "Where is the gift? Where is it?"

Thinking that it might fall into the gap under the merit box, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to move the merit box. However, it did not move at all. The merit box was actually heavy, as if it had taken root in the ground. Confused, Xie Lian took out the key and unlocked it. As soon as he opened the lid, he was blinded by the dazzling golden light.

The merit box was actually filled with gold bars. A quick look showed that it could earn him at least tens of millions of merits!

Xie Lian slammed the lid shut, holding it tightly with both hands, thinking, “Just a little token of my appreciation?”

Sending such a valuable thing for no reason, could it be hush money? Originally, he was still considering whether it would be better to accept it if it was really a small gift, such as a magical jade pendant or something like that. After all, sending it back directly might offend Master Wudu, and that water master would be arrogant, which would be bad. But now, well, he is worthy of being the God of Wealth, such a big box of gold bars must be sent back.

It just so happened that he had been planning to go to Heaven right away to see Master Feng. Thinking that Hua Cheng might not come back so soon, he left a note, picked up the heavy merit box and set off.

Who would have thought that when he arrived at Xianjing, there was chaos and disorder, and Xie Lian could not help but stare in astonishment. The Shenwu Street was smashed into a mess, and there were pits everywhere. A group of young priests were busy running around, and Lingwen squatted beside a deep pit, pressing his temples with a headache. Xie Lian went up and said, "Master, what's going on?"

Ling Wen looked up and was startled by the huge merit box behind him. He said, "Your Highness, why are you carrying such a big merit box up here? You ask what's going on? Oh, don't mention it. General Nanyang and General Xuanzhen are fighting and they smashed each other's immortal palaces."

Feng Xin and Mu Qing? Xie Lian asked curiously, "Why are they fighting again?"

Lingwen said, "It's all because of the fetal spirit incident last time. Several martial gods gathered to discuss how to deal with the ghost mother and son. General Nanyang proposed to send the fetal spirit for refining, after all, that thing really killed countless people and caused great harm to people, but Xuanzhen refused. His tone was a bit uncomfortable. Nanyang said that you were not so kind-hearted before, and you might have something on your mind. Your Highness, you know that they are like that. After a few words, they went out to fight. Look, look, what a mess they have made? I said it before, this kind of atmosphere among you martial gods is really not good. The renovation expenses of Xianjing this year are too terrible. I just calculated half of it and forgot everything. It's really..."

Seeing that she was really having a headache, Xie Lian said, “Then… you can take your time to figure it out. I’ll go see Master Feng first.”

Ling Wen raised his head and said, "See Master Feng? Goodbye, Your Highness, Master Feng is not seeing guests right now."

Xie Lian asked, “Didn’t you say he’s feeling better?”

Ling Wen said: "That's what the Lord of the Watercraft said. But the Lord of the Windcraft said that he wouldn't see guests. Right now, even I can't see the Lord of the Windcraft. I guess he needs to rest for a while. Your Highness, don't go. By the way, isn't your merit box too..."

Xie Lian put the merit box down with a clang, and said, “Then please help me return this to the water master. No reward without merit. Even if he doesn’t give anything, Xie Lian won’t say anything that shouldn’t be said.” He felt relieved after throwing the box away, and hurried away. Lingwen called out to him a few times from behind, but there was no response, so he gave up and continued to lower his head, looking at the deep pit at his feet with a headache.

However, Xie Lian left, but of course he would not return to the mortal world just like that. Instead, he quietly went to the immortal residence of the Wind Master and the Water Master in Xianjing.

Although the inner and outer three floors of this immortal palace were heavily guarded, this level was not a problem for Xie Lian. The last time Master Qingxuan brought him in, he roughly memorized the location of the Wind Master's bedroom. He climbed over the wall, sometimes walked high, sometimes sneaked, and soon arrived. The only thing he was worried about was that the Wind Master was taken to another place by his brother and was not here at all.

Fortunately, this worry was not realized. He climbed up to the roof, found a dead corner that outsiders could not see, and hung on the eaves with a golden hook, looking into the bedroom. This look immediately shocked him.

Shi Qingxuan was tied up on his couch, still struggling. Shi Wudu was pacing around the couch, holding a bowl of black stuff in his hand. He paused for a moment, then suddenly walked over and forced the liquid into Shi Qingxuan's mouth.