Half-face makeup girl!

Half-faced women are low-level ghosts formed by the jealousy of old women towards young girls. They cannot face their own aging calmly and firmly believe that sucking the flesh and blood of young women can restore their youth. They like to pinch their throats and pretend to speak to people in the voice of a young girl. But as the saying goes, "eyes are the windows to the soul", aging is something that cannot be concealed no matter what. The more flesh and blood they suck, the younger the lower half of their face becomes, and the older the upper half of the face with eyes becomes, and the stronger the contrast between the upper and lower parts of the face becomes. Despite this, they are still obsessed.

Xie Lian came out of the water dripping wet, and stepped on the edge of the water tank, ready to fly over and grab it, but Quan Yizhen suddenly appeared to have a flash of energy, and jumped up and slapped her. The half-made-up girl was too weak, and was slapped to the ground by him. She screamed and said, "Spare my life!"

Xie Lian was not in a hurry. He grabbed the Taoist robe and put it on casually, saying, "You are the one who stole the Jinyi Fairy?"

The half-made-up girl hurriedly said, "It's not me! How dare I break into the Shenwu Palace!"

Come to think of it, ordinary low-level ghosts really don't have the courage to trespass into the Shenwu Palace. It would be strange if they didn't get beaten to death. Moreover, this half-made-up woman probably has nothing to do with the Jinyi Fairy. At a glance, the ghost is probably only in her eighties, while the legend of the Jinyi Fairy has been around for hundreds of years.

Xie Lian asked, “Where did you get this brocade robe?”

The half-made-up girl picked up the headscarf and covered the upper half of her face again. She said in a shrill voice again, "Reply... reply to the Taoist priest! I found it in the ghost market..."

“…”

How can this be possible? Found it in a ghost market???

Xie Lian was speechless for a moment, then asked, “Then who sold you this brocade robe?”

The half-made-up woman said in panic, "Master! Please let me go! I don't know either. You don't have to check your ancestors to make a deal in the ghost market!"

That's true. If you had to check your ancestors to do business in the ghost market, the ghost market wouldn't be so lively. Only when a loophole is left can something come alive. Xie Lian asked for a while, but couldn't get anything out of it. He was sure that this half-made-up woman was indeed just a confused little minion, so he said, "Qiying, ask the priest in your temple to take this female ghost away."

Quan Yizhen said, "No. There is no priest in my temple."

Xie Lian asked, “Not even one? Haven’t you ever chosen anyone to be your general?”

Quan Yizhen said confidently: "Not even one."

“…”

It turned out that the Western God of War was a loner, never commanding anyone, and didn't even have an assistant to handle the chores. Xie Lian couldn't afford to support her, but Quan Yizhen's situation could only be described as a strange personality. He had no choice but to dig out a pottery jar and take the half-made-up girl. Then he took the brocade dress from Lang Ying, shook it open and took a closer look, and couldn't help but frowning slightly.

The evil aura was indeed evil, but how should I put it? In Xie Lian's opinion, this evil aura was too superficial, just like a thick layer of rouge and powder, rather than radiating from the inside out. Xie Lian intuitively felt that this thing was not as dangerous as the legend said, but he still remained extremely vigilant. At this time, Quan Yizhen came over to take a look at the dress and said, "It's fake."

Xie Lian was startled and asked, “What do you mean?”

Quan Yizhen said: "This dress is fake. I have seen the real Jinyixian, and it is much more powerful than this."

Xie Lian asked curiously, “When have you seen him? Actually, there are many people who have seen the Jinyixian, but they still can’t tell the difference. Why are you so sure?”

Quan Yizhen was silent. At this moment, Ling Wen arrived and spoke in his ear, saying, "Your Highness, we have received news that a little ghost holding a brocade-robed fairy appears 20 miles west of your Puqi Temple. Please go and take a look."

Xie Lian said, “Another one? Okay.” He glanced at Quan Yizhen and said silently, “Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. Lingwen, has Qiying seen the Jinyi Fairy?”

Lingwen said: "Qiying? Ah, how can he have seen him before? He is much more powerful than what he has seen before."

Xie Lian asked, “Where did this come from?”

Ling Wen said: "That's complicated. I wonder if Your Highness has ever heard of one thing. The Martial God who guards the west was not originally from the Qiying Palace, but the Yinyu Palace?"

Xie Lian recalled that this was what Master Feng had told him while he was taking off his clothes at Ji Le Fang. He couldn’t help but feel a little sad, and said, “I’ve heard of this. I heard that these two princes were originally a pair of brothers?”

It turned out that before Yinyu ascended to heaven, he was the chief disciple of his master. One day, he saw a rude boy wandering on the street, and out of kindness, he asked his master to take him in. This boy was Quan Yizhen.

Having been in the same sect for many years, Yinyu can be said to have always taken good care of Quan Yizhen. He was the first to ascend, and he also appointed Quan Yizhen as a general. Lingwen said: "You have seen Qiying a few times, you know him almost, he is a little..."

Xie Lian continued, “Not knowing the ways of the world? That’s a good thing.”

Ling Wen smiled and said, "Whether it's good or not depends on the person and the situation. Some people will think that he is too self-willed, does not know etiquette, and does not give face to others. If it weren't for His Highness Yin Yu helping him, he would have been beaten to death by countless people in those early years in Xianjing."

Xie Lian said thoughtfully, “The two princes must have a very good relationship.”

Lingwen said: "It was very good at first, but it went bad because later on, Qiying himself ascended to heaven."

They both ascended from the west, so what should they do? So, they agreed to guard the west together.

It sounds like a beautiful story that brothers guard the same piece of land together, but after all, there cannot be two tigers in one mountain.

If Yinyu's aptitude is worthy of a heavenly tribulation, which is only one in ten thousand people, then Quan Yizhen's aptitude can survive three heavenly tribulations, which is not necessarily one in a million people. At the beginning, it was not obvious, but later on, the gap between the two sides became larger and larger. Quan Yizhen was clearly not good at the ways of the world. He neither tried to get closer to the immortals nor tried to please the believers. On the contrary, he never remembered the names of any co-priests except Yinyu. He even dared to beat up the believers and told them to eat shit. He was so outrageous that he did whatever he wanted. However, his territory was getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more believers. In comparison, Yinyu's first hall was eclipsed and finally couldn't sit still.

The two brothers would give each other gifts on their birthdays. One year, on Quan Yizhen's birthday, Yinyu gave him a majestic armor.

“…”

Xie Lian asked, “The Immortal in Brocade Clothes?”

Lingwen said: "Not bad."

In addition to being able to suck blood and kill people, this brocade-robed fairy has another strange thing: whoever is given the armor to wear will obey the orders of the person who lets him wear it. Since the two brothers had always had a good relationship before, Quan Yizhen put on the armor without thinking. Before long, Yinyu seemed to play a joke unintentionally, and Quan Yizhen was controlled by the brocade-robed fairy and was obsessed with doing the same. If Jun Wu hadn't noticed something was wrong and stopped him in time, he would have almost cut off his head and used it as a ball. Lingwen said: "So, this incident caused a huge uproar back then, and it was quite a sensation. Yinyu, as a high-ranking priest, did such a thing to harm his colleagues, so of course he was demoted immediately."

Logically, the two priests should have fallen out with each other. But Xie Lian remembered the farce performed by the followers of Qiying Hall at the Mid-Autumn Festival, in which a clown jumped hard behind Quan Yizhen, and it should be Yinyu. However, Quan Yizhen's reaction at that time was to fly into a rage, and then jumped down to beat his followers, saying: "I think Qiying should still respect His Highness Yinyu very much. Is there any misunderstanding?"

Lingwen said: "I don't know about that. Whether there is a misunderstanding or not, he has been demoted for who knows how many years. Who would still care about him?"

Xie Lian nodded and was about to say goodbye, but Ling Wen said, “Wait a minute. Your Highness, there is one more thing I didn’t finish talking about. Sixty miles east of your Puqi Temple, there are also unknown people holding the Brocade Clothes Fairy.”

“…” Xie Lian said, “This is too far away, how can it still be there?”

Lingwen said: "It's not over yet, listen carefully, there's more: 42 miles to the northwest, 15 miles to the southeast, and 22 miles to the north..."

After reporting twenty-seven or eight locations in one breath, Ling Wen said, "Well, that's about all for now."

By the time she finished reporting, Xie Lian had forgotten everything and felt a little depressed: “This time, your palace is quite efficient. But, for now? For the time being? Does that mean there will be more… Could it be that the ghost market is selling Jinyixian wholesale?”

Ling Wen said, "More or less. There are many itinerant sellers in the ghost market who come from unknown backgrounds and often sell fake goods under false pretenses. After selling the fake goods, they will change their pretenses, so most experts will not buy things there. But there are some ghosts who treat it as antique hunting, always thinking, 'What if I can find a bargain?' This time, many ghost vendors got the inside scoop on the Jinyixian being stolen, and took the opportunity to cheat. They just picked up a piece of clothing and said it was the Jinyixian's. Incredibly, many ghosts still bought it, and after buying it, they would ask someone to try it on. It really caused a lot of trouble for us to collect information."

This is simply disrupting their search for the real Jinyixian. With so many "Jinyixian" appearing from all directions at once, who knows which one is the real one?

However, since the mission was assigned to them, they had to find a way to complete it. Xie Lian said, "Let's start with the closest one and search one by one."

Xie Lian had no magical powers, and Quan Yizhen could not draw a map to shrink the distance by a thousand miles. Neither of them had any deputy generals or priests under their command. Fortunately, Lingwen reported that the nearest place they had been spotted was only five miles away, an abandoned dyeing factory. They immediately made a decision and set out in the night.

Xie Lian originally wanted Lang Ying to stay in Puqi Monastery, but he followed him out on his own and couldn't get back. He thought this trip shouldn't be dangerous, and it would also give Lang Ying some experience. Anyway, he would take him with him to practice in the future, so he just took him with him this time.

The three of them walked for a while at night when they suddenly heard a series of strange calls from the roadside ahead: "Ah, whoosh! Ah, whoosh!"

Hearing this familiar call, Xie Lian stopped. In the mist ahead, a tall silhouette slowly emerged, along with four flying ghostly lights. Quan Yizhen seemed ready to fight, regardless of the consequences, but Xie Lian held him down and said, "It's okay. I know him."

As expected, four golden skeletons carrying a sedan chair appeared in front of the three people. Quan Yizhen seemed to have never seen such a magical thing before. His eyes widened and his gaze sparkled. The leading skeleton sang: "Is it the Crown Prince of Xianle Kingdom?"

Xie Lian said, “It’s me. What’s the matter?”

The golden skull sang: "It's okay, it's okay, we brothers are just bored and want to ask, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is traveling at night, does he need us to give him a ride?"

The journey was not far, and Xie Lian was about to decline, but Quan Yizhen said, "Okay!" He could not wait to climb up, as if he really wanted to sit on this gorgeous and strange sedan chair. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he went up to pull him, but the sedan chair suddenly tilted and threw Quan Yizhen off. Xie Lian also tilted a little, but was helped up. He blurted out, "Three..." Looking back, it was Lang Ying who had climbed up without knowing when, holding his arm tightly, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes, silent and speechless.

The skeletons quickly lifted up the sedan chair, and the eight legs spun like four pairs of hot wheels. They galloped steadily while shouting, "Get out of the way! Don't block the road! Don't block the road!"

Quan Yizhen was thrown to the ground mercilessly, and he jumped up, as if he had not given up yet, and was ready to jump up again, but the skeletons ran too fast, and he was always one step behind, so he chased after him relentlessly, and it seemed that he really wanted to ride this sedan chair and have a taste of it. Seeing how seriously he was chasing after him, Xie Lian couldn't help but feel sorry for the sedan chair, thinking that he was bullying a child. Although he knew that this sedan chair belonged to Huacheng and might not welcome other priests to ride it, he still couldn't help but ask, "Well... can't it carry three people?"

The skeletons sang: "No, no! Only two people can sit!"

They ran all the way like a hot wheel, and Quan Yizhen chased them all the way. When they arrived at the place, the golden skeletons put Xie Lian and the other two down, picked up the sedan chair and ran away. Quan Yizhen never got on the sedan chair, and was very disappointed. He looked at the sedan chair with a reluctant look. Xie Lian and Lang Ying got off the sedan chair, but heard a lot of sad voices coming from the abandoned dyeing factory. Xie Lian was puzzled. Wasn't it said that there was no one in the dyeing factory at night?

When I got closer and listened, I realized that the voices were wailing:

"I will never dare to sell fake goods on the territory of City Lord Hua again!"

"I really don't dare! But please tell the city lord that I bought these fake Jinyixian from other ghosts in bulk! I am also a victim!!!"

The three of them came to the dyeing room. Just then, a man in black clothes with a ghost face came out. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

This voice was the same as the ghost messenger who had captured Lang Ying in Ji Le Fang and brought her back to Xie Lian. At that time, Xie Lian had seen a cursed shackle on his hand.