After a pause, Jun Wu asked again: "Where is Qiying?"

Xie Lian looked around and indeed did not see the young Martial God in the Shenwu Hall. Perhaps because of the recent incidents in the Upper Heavenly Palace, the Lingwen Hall was very busy. Lingwen also had a few dark circles under his eyes and said, "Qiying has not come to the meeting for a long time, and I have never been able to contact him."

The priests nearby smacked their lips and said, "Where has this kid gone this time?"

"You didn't come again? You can stay away from meetings every day. I envy you."

Jun Wu said: "I don't know where Qiying has gone now. After I find him, I will notify you to reunite as soon as possible."

Xie Lian bowed his head and said, “Yes.”

Autumn had already arrived in the human world, and the weather was slightly cool, and the same was true at Puqi Monastery. Although Xie Lian was wearing only a single layer of clothing, he did not feel the cold. However, on the way back, he still used the money he earned from collecting scraps to buy two new clothes and brought them to Lang Ying.

Hua Cheng went back to the ghost market, Qi Rong grabbed Gu Zi and ran away. Now, there was only one Lang Ying left in the Puqi Temple. It had been crowded a while ago, but it suddenly seemed deserted. Xie Lian saw Lang Ying sweeping the floor in front of the temple silently from a distance, sweeping the golden fallen leaves into a pile.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Xie Lian felt that Lang Ying had been hunched over and timid before, but now he was much more relaxed and looked like a lively young man. He could not help but feel relieved. He went up to get a broom and was about to take him into the temple when the villagers who had been lying in ambush for a long time surrounded him. The aunts, uncles, aunties, sisters and sisters all said in unison, "The Taoist priest is back!"

"Going to the city to collect junk again? You've worked so hard... Um, why haven't I seen Xiaohua recently?"

"Yes, yes. I haven't seen him for a few days. I miss him so much."

“…” Xie Lian smiled slightly and said, “Xiao… Hua has gone home.”

The village chief asked, "What? Which home? I thought this was Xiaohua's home. Isn't he already living with you???"

Xie Lian said, “No, no. He just came out to play. We both have things to do now, so we’ll go our separate ways.”

That night, Huacheng asked again and again, but Xie Lian insisted that the two had just had a fight. With the reopening of Tonglu Mountain, Huacheng had more things to deal with. If a new Ghost King of Despair was really born, it would have an impact on the three realms. Although Huacheng and Heishui were high-profile and low-key, they were both very stylish and self-respecting. Who knows what kind of thing will be born this time? If a lunatic like Qi Rong was born and wanted to share territory with them, it would be very tricky. So, Xie Lian used the excuse that the recent days were eventful and said that it would be better for the two of them to be busy with their own things during this period and not to meet for the time being. They could make an appointment after they were done with their work, and then they said goodbye in a friendly manner.

Although it seemed abrupt and cold, as if he had turned his back on him, Xie Lian really had no choice.

He didn't have the confidence to hide it well for the time being.

At this moment, Lang Ying behind him suddenly said, "Fire."

“……???”

Xie Lian then realized that he had picked up the iron pot and spatula in his absent-mindedness and ruined the meat and vegetables he had just brought back to Puqi Monastery. The fire at the bottom of the pot jumped several feet high and was about to burn the ceiling, so he quickly slapped it out. But he slapped too hard and the whole stove collapsed. After all the banging and banging, Xie Lian was stunned, holding the pot in one hand, at a loss. It was dinner time, and the villagers were eating happily at the door with big bowls in their hands. They were so scared that they gathered around again: "What's wrong?! What's wrong?! Taoist priest, did your house explode again?!"

Xie Lian hurriedly opened the window and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay! Cough cough cough…”

The village chief came over to take a look and said, "Oh my god, it's so miserable! Taoist priest, I think you should call Xiaohua back!"

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian said, “Forget it. After all… he’s not a member of my family.”

When he came back to his senses, Lang Ying had already helped clean up the mess on the floor, and there was a plate of colorful things on the table, which he had haphazardly put on the plate when he was distracted. If the last bowl of food was named "Hundred Years of Happiness Soup", then this time, it should be called "Stir-fried Pork with a Thousand Colors". I'm afraid that except Hua Cheng, no one else can eat this kind of thing. Xie Lian couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he turned around to wash the pot, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Forget it, don't eat it, just throw it away."

Unexpectedly, after he washed the pot and turned around, he saw Lang Ying taking the plate and eating silently. Xie Lian was shocked and hurried over to stop him, holding him up and said: "...Tian, ​​are you okay? Are you feeling unwell???"

Lang Ying shook his head. Because the bandages covered his face tightly, it was impossible to see his expression. Even Qi Rong and Hei Shui would become unconscious after eating what he made, but Lang Ying could still hold on. Was he starving to a certain extent or did he accidentally open up his Ren and Du meridians? Xie Lian teased himself and forced a smile. After cleaning up, he rested.

There were two mats in the Puqi Temple, one for each of them. When Xie Lian thought about the mat he and Hua Cheng had slept on together, he couldn't fall asleep with his eyes open, but he didn't dare to toss and turn and disturb Lang Ying. After struggling for a long time, he was just about to get up and go out for some fresh air, but suddenly he heard a click from the window, and someone gently pushed open the wooden window and climbed in.

Xie Lian lay on the ground with his back to the window, startled.

Who is so desperate that he dares to come to Puqi Temple to steal things? Isn't this just a complete loss?

The man moved very quietly and with great skill. If Xie Lian had not had his five senses, he would not have been able to detect him. After he climbed in, he went straight to the merit box. Xie Lian immediately remembered that the merit box was filled with gold bars. Could this man be here for the gold bars? But he had already taken those gold bars to the Upper Heaven and gave them to Ling Wen, asking her to help find the owner. After listening carefully, Xie Lian discovered that the man was not picking the lock, but was stuffing something into the merit box one by one!

After stuffing the food in, the man called it a day and seemed to want to climb out the window. Xie Lian thought, I will follow him after he gets out to see where he is going and who he is. But, the man passed by the altar and took a look at the large and small plates on the table. He seemed to be hungry. Without thinking too much, he picked up the unfinished pot of stir-fried pork with various colors and took a few bites.

The next second, he fainted and fell to the ground with a plop.

Xie Lian sat up in an instant, thinking, “I’ve saved myself some trouble!” He got up, lit the lamp, and saw a purple-faced man lying straight on the ground. He rushed to save his life and gave him a few gulps of water. Only then did he slowly wake up. The first thing he said when he woke up was, “What the hell!”

Xie Lian pretended not to hear this and said earnestly, “Your Highness Qiying, you are too bold. You dare to put something into your mouth without knowing what it is.”

This young man has a high nose, deep eyes and a head full of black curly hair. Who else could he be but the Western Martial God Quan Yizhen?

He glared and said, "How would I know that someone would poison the food offered in their temple?"

“…” Xie Lian rubbed his brows and opened the merit box. He found that it was filled with gold bars again. He asked, “Did you stuff that box last time, too, Your Highness?”

Quan Yizhen nodded. Xie Lian asked, "Why did you give me this?"

Quan Yizhen said: "Because I have a lot."

“…”

In fact, even if he didn't say it, Xie Lian could probably guess it. It was probably because at the last Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Xie Lian threw a chopstick and cut the curtain of the stage. Xie Lian said, "Take these back. No merit, no reward."

Quan Yizhen didn't say anything, obviously not listening at all. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. At this time, Lang Ying said coldly: "I told you to take it away."

He actually sat up without knowing when. Xie Lian looked back at him, feeling a little strange. In the past, Lang Ying was basically as if he didn’t exist, wishing he could hide in the ground, but why did he take the initiative to say several words today? Moreover, he used such an unfriendly tone. But he didn’t think much about it, thinking that at most he could just let Ling Wenhui stuff it back to him, and said seriously: “Your Highness, you came at the right time. You didn’t come to the meeting of Shenwu Hall today, and the Emperor gave us a task. Have you read the scroll? Never mind, it’s okay, I know you haven’t read it, but I have. This time we are a team of two, and the thing we are responsible for is called ‘Jin Yi Xian’.”

The white immortal is called an "immortal" because people dare not directly call it a rogue, a hooligan, or a disgusting ghost, so they reluctantly praise it. Why is the brocade immortal called an immortal? It is because, it is said that this thing could really become an immortal.

Legend has it that a few hundred years ago, there was a young man in an ancient country. Although he was born stupid and his intelligence was not as good as that of a six-year-old child, he was not the same when he went to the battlefield. He was a master of martial arts, and was very kind and brave. When two countries were at war, his country could survive by relying on him to charge into the battle like a cow or a horse. However, because he had a head disease and no relatives, all the military merits he had won with all his might were taken by others. He was penniless, and no one was willing to marry their daughter to him, and few girls were willing to get close to him. This young man was also very stupid. He had never dealt with girls since he was a child, and he didn't dare to say much.

However, this man has the potential to ascend to heaven. If he fights for a few more years, he will ascend to heaven. It doesn't matter if there are girls who like him or not, but the bad thing is that he still likes a girl, and likes her to death. On his birthday, the woman made a brocade dress for him.

It was a piece of brocade, but it was so strange that it was more like a scary pocket. This was the first time in the young man's life that he received a gift from a girl he loved. He was extremely excited and happy. In addition, he was born stupid and didn't think it was strange at all. He couldn't wait to put on the "brocade" clothes. There was no cuff for his hands to fit in, so he asked his beloved girl: "Why can't I stretch my hands out?"

The woman smiled and said, "This is my first time, so I don't have much experience. But, can't I just reach out without my hands?"

So the young man cut off his hands that held the weapon, and it finally fit. However, it was not enough, so he asked again: "Why can't I stretch my feet out?"

The woman replied, "If there were no legs, wouldn't they just be stretched out?"

So the young man asked someone to cut off his legs. Finally, he asked, "Why can't I stick my head out?"

The final result is predictable.

Xie Lian originally thought that "Jin Yi Xian" should refer to a demon wearing brocade clothes, but he actually referred to a piece of clothing. When Tonglu Mountain reopened and the demons were in chaos, this piece of clothing was stolen. This brocade clothing was stained with the blood of the young man and turned into an extremely powerful and sinister magic weapon. It has been passed around in the hands of demons and demons for many years, and they use it to harm people. Therefore, never accept old clothes from unknown places. If you meet someone on the road in the middle of the night holding a brocade clothing to give to you, don't accept it. If you wear this brocade clothing, you will be blinded by lard, obsessed, and let others slaughter you and suck your blood dry.

Of course, this is a legendary story, which sounds absurd, and it is possible that people made it up based on the characteristics of the Jinyi Fairy. However, this Jinyi Fairy must be stopped and must not be allowed to go to Tonglu Mountain.