"Your Highness Qiying? Your Highness? Are you listening?"

Xie Lian stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Quan Yizhen. Quan Yizhen seemed to be in a trance just now, but now he came back to his senses and said, "Oh."

It seemed that he was not listening. Xie Lian did not know what to say, so he said, "Then our most urgent task right now is to find this brocade robe? Its prototype is..."

Quan Yizhen continued: "A bloody dress that is sleeveless, headless, and looks like a sack."

Xie Lian smiled and said, “Don’t you know? I thought you had never seen the scroll. However, because this piece of clothing is a demonic item, it is extremely magical and ever-changing. There are thousands of clothes in the world, and finding a piece like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Quan Yizhen said: "Oh. What should we do then?"

Xie Lian said, “The demons and ghosts that got this dress usually disguised themselves as merchants and went to densely populated areas to ask if anyone wanted to buy it or exchange the old one for the new one. But that was hundreds of years ago. If someone did that now, it would be a bit weird. But their habits and ways of thinking won’t change so easily in a short time. Anyway, let’s go to the city first and pay more attention to the news in this regard.”

Ghosts are more interested in this kind of thing than humans, and the gossip in the ghost world is more informed than that in the human world. In other words, it would be much easier to ask Hua Cheng directly. But Xie Lian had just told him not to meet for the time being, and it would be ugly to ask for help and then immediately go back to him. Besides, the Jinyixian had just been stolen, and the thief would definitely not dare to use it to harm others so soon. Quan Yizhen nodded, stood up, and followed him for two steps. Xie Lian noticed that Lang Ying had also followed him, and said, "You can stay here."

Lang Ying shook his head. Before Xie Lian could say anything, he heard a loud thump from behind him and fell down again.

Xie Lian turned around suddenly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The purple air on Quan Yizhen's face rose again. After holding it in for a while, he finally couldn't hold it anymore. He turned over and knelt on the ground. With a "wow" sound, he vomited all over the floor.

“…”

After vomiting, Quan Yizhen turned over, facing the sky, and vomited soul smoke. Xie Lian asked: "Qiying... can you still walk?"

Quan Yizhen stretched out his arms and legs and said, "I don't think I can do this anymore."

“…”

Helplessly, Xie Lian had to drag Quan Yizhen, who had lost his fighting ability, to the side, covered him with a quilt, and let him rest for a while.

On the second day, Quan Yizhen's face looked a little better. Xie Lian didn't dare to let him eat anything. He borrowed some porridge from the village chief and brought it back for the two of them. Quan Yizhen sat in the seat where Hua Cheng usually sat. For some reason, Lang Ying kept staring at him, and seemed unfriendly. Xie Lian put the porridge in front of the two of them and said unintentionally, "Sanlang..."

As soon as he finished speaking, both of them looked at him. Xie Lian froze for a moment before realizing what he had just blurted out. He coughed lightly and said, "Everyone continue."

The two of them drank porridge by the altar, while Xie Lian went out with an axe in hand. While chopping wood, he recalled the clues provided in the scroll: "The Jinyi Fairy was originally imprisoned in a Shenwu Temple. The seal of the Shenwu Temple is extremely strong, and the palace is heavily guarded and full of experts. A simple Ten Thousand Ghosts Chaos would not be enough to make it escape on its own. Someone must have seized the opportunity and stole it away during the chaos..."

In the past, Huacheng always chopped wood, but when it was his turn, he felt that he didn't chop as well as Huacheng for some reason. Quan Yizhen drank a few sips of porridge miserably and fell asleep in the Puqi Temple. Langying came out and seemed to want to help. Xie Lian said, "No need. San...Langying, boil some water later and take a bath."

He remembered that Lang Ying seemed to have not bathed for a long time. Ghosts do not have grease, sweat and dirt, but they hang out outside all day, so they are covered with dust. But he couldn't say it directly, otherwise it would hurt his self-esteem. Lang Ying seemed to be stunned and didn't respond. Xie Lian had already moved the firewood in to boil water, and said, "Yesterday I went to the town to sell rags and bought you two autumn clothes. After washing them, take a look and see if they fit you well?"

Lang Ying had just put on the new clothes, and upon hearing this, he turned around and left without saying a word. Xie Lian held him back, saying earnestly, "Don't leave! You must take a bath. Don't worry, I won't remove the bandage on your face."

Lang Ying still refused and went out to chop wood. He refused to come in. Xie Lian had no choice but to pick up a pile of wood, boil water, and take off his clothes. Ruo Xie took off her clothes from his chest one by one. Lang Ying brought in another pile of wood. Seeing him shirtless, her eyes widened immediately. Xie Lian tested the water temperature with his hand and found it just right. He sat in with his pants on. When he saw him come in, he said, "Oh, you're just in time. Please hand me the scroll under the bamboo hat hanging on the wall over there."

Lang Ying did not come over, but retreated to the door, and closed it with a "snap". Xie Lian was puzzled. After a while, Lang Ying seemed to remember something and kicked the door open. Xie Lian hurriedly said, "Don't kick this door! This door is..."

Lang Ying didn't look at him, but walked straight inside, picked up Quan Yizhen, who was lying on the ground, and dragged him out. Quan Yizhen seemed to be in a deep sleep, and only the sound of an earthquake could wake him up. He was dragged all the way without any consciousness. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What are you doing? It's okay, you're not a girl. Come in."

It’s not like he hasn’t bathed in Puqi Temple before when Huacheng was away. After all, Puqi Temple was really too small, and the living conditions were tough. It was good enough to have a water tank to bathe in, but there was no big bathing pool with a screen that was ten feet long and could be rowed to bathe slowly. However, intentionally or unintentionally, Xie Lian had never done this in front of Huacheng. But because the person in front of him was not Huacheng, but someone else, he didn’t think it was a big deal.

“…”

Lang Ying turned Quan Yizhen over, pressed a pile of messy clothes on his head, lowered her head and handed him the scroll that Xie Lian wanted, and continued to sit in the corner. Xie Lian opened the scroll, frowned and read it carefully, while letting his hair down.

The heat made his face slightly pink, and his long hair and eyelashes became darker and wetter. After a while, he suddenly felt the thin silver chain on his chest, at the end of which was a diamond ring.

Xie Lian held the ring in his hand, tightening his five fingers slightly. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a small flower placed in the corner of the altar.

He subconsciously picked up the flower and held it in front of his eyes. He felt his mind was hazy, just like the hot air in front of his eyes. He needed a hand to wave it away to disperse the fog. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The sound brought him back to his senses. Xie Lian put the flower back and was about to ask who it was, but he realized that the knock was not on the door of Puqi Monastery, but on the door of the village chief next door.

Amid the knock on the door, a delicate female voice said, "Is anyone home? Exchange old for new, exchange old for new. I have a brand new robe here that I don't need anymore. I want to exchange it for an old one that suits my eyes. I wonder if the owner of the house is willing to do so? Is anyone home?"

He didn't even have to look for it, this thing actually came to him!

She knocked on every door and asked, however, no one came out to open the door for her. Of course, when Xie Lian was not collecting scraps, he would give lectures in Puqi Village, preaching hundreds of tips on identifying demons and monsters to all the gossips. No villager would pay any attention to such an obviously abnormal uninvited guest in the middle of the night. People nowadays are not as easy to fool as they were in ancient times. The thing knocked in a circle, but no one paid attention. Finally, it came to the door of Puqi Temple. Xie Lian held his breath and waited intently. Who knew that the thing could sense that this was not the place she should come to before it knocked on the door. With a cry of "Ouch", the footsteps seemed to be fading away. Xie Lian immediately said, "Wait! I want to change." Then, he whispered to Lang Ying, "Open the door quickly, don't be afraid, it's okay!"

Lang Ying was not afraid at all and went forward to open the door. Standing outside the door was a girl with a graceful figure. Looking at the lower half of her face, she looked quite pretty. But she was wearing a headscarf that covered the upper half of her face, as if she had no eyes, which made people feel uncomfortable.

She looked into the room, covered her mouth and smiled, "Master, what old clothes do you want to exchange for my new clothes?"

Xie Lian was still soaking in the water tank, just to lower its guard, and smiled, “That depends on what your new clothes look like.”

The girl stretched out her hand and shook it gently, and a piece of glittering brocade fell out of her bag. It was extremely gorgeous, but the style seemed a little old, and it exuded a weird aura. Xie Lian praised, "Nice dress, nice dress. Lang Ying, give this girl the dress I brought back from the town."

Lang Ying handed over the clothes with one hand. The girl handed over the new clothes, giggled, took the old clothes, and was about to turn around, but suddenly her face changed, as if something pricked her hand. She screamed and threw the old clothes on the ground. Ruo Xie, who had slipped into the linen clothes at some point, coiled up and came out from the collar, like a white poisonous snake, spitting at the girl. And that "girl" was not a girl at all. After screaming and jumping just now, her headscarf was pecked to the ground by Ruo Xie who suddenly attacked. Although the lower half of her face was extremely charming, the upper half was full of wrinkles and extremely old, forming a very scary contrast - this is not a "girl" at all, it is clearly an old woman in her seventies or eighties!