Originally, he only planned to keep all the suspicious ghost clothes and then investigate them by himself, but he didn't expect Lingwen to say something casually, which gave him a shocking flaw. Xie Lian came to his senses and used the trick to trick him all the way. In the end, he actually blew Lingwen to pieces.

Ling Wen stood there motionless. Xie Lian said, "Of course, you can deny it, but it's easy to tell whether it's true or not. I just need to take that piece of clothing to the Shenwu Hall and make it change its form in front of the Emperor. Then I'll ask you if you can tell what it has become, and the truth will be revealed."

The Jinyi Fairy sucked the blood of more than 500 people when he was wandering in the human world. It is an evil thing with a strong yin energy. If Lingwen had only trespassed into the Shenwu Temple to steal the brocade clothes and had not taken them out to harm people, it would not be considered a heinous crime that is unforgivable. However, Lingwen was appointed first and then ascended. The earliest time when the legend of the Jinyi Fairy spread was much later than the year when Lingwen was appointed.

That is to say, Lingwen became a fairy in brocade clothes after entering the heaven to serve as a priest!

The priest who was supposed to protect the safety of mortals, but lured and killed mortals instead, should be investigated and punished, not to mention that the mortal who was lured and killed was a future priest. I am afraid that this matter cannot be easily resolved. Ling Wen sighed and said, "Your Highness, you are really..."

After a pause, she said, "Maybe it's just my bad luck that this happened to you. Although there are only two of us in the Lingwen Hall today, you and I have been friends for hundreds of years. However, I think if I ask you to turn a blind eye for the sake of our friendship, you probably won't agree. Next, you should persuade me to go to the Shenwu Hall to apologize, right?"

Xie Lian also sighed. Although he and Ling Wen had known each other for hundreds of years and had always been in business dealings, they had never been close friends, but they still had a pretty good relationship. Even when he had just ascended for the third time and everyone mocked him as a shabby immortal, Ling Wen had never neglected him in the slightest. On the contrary, he took good care of him. Unfortunately, the task of the Jinyi Immortal fell on him, and he finally found out everything. It was wrong to report it, but it was even more impossible not to report it.

Xie Lian said sincerely, “I just have bad luck.”

Lingwen crossed his arms and shook his head, saying, "Your Highness, you are a person... sometimes you are very smart, and sometimes you are not very smart; sometimes you are very soft-hearted, and sometimes you are very hard-hearted."

After a pause, she asked, "Where is that dress now?"

Xie Lian said, “It’s in my hands. I will personally deliver it to the Shenwu Palace later.”

Lingwen nodded, as if he had nothing to say. Xie Lian asked again, “So, can you tell me why the Jinyi Fairy has no effect on Langying?”

Lingwen said: "I can probably guess it. However, if Your Highness wants to know the answer, can you agree to a request of mine first?"

Xie Lian said, “You speak.”

Ling Wen said: "Can you let me see it? Jin Yi Xian."

Xie Lian was stunned. Ling Wen said, “Just give me one day. After all, if I go to the Shenwu Hall to apologize, I might not have the chance to see it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to do anything, but you said yesterday that he showed his true form, and I was really surprised.”

She shook her head, her eyes slightly unfocused, and said, "...After all these years, I have never seen Bai Jin show up."

Xie Lian asked, “So that young soldier’s name is Bai Jin?”

Lingwen seemed to come back to his senses and said, "Oh. Yes, but people usually call him Xiaobai."

Xie Lian said, "Xiao Bai? It sounds..." It sounds a bit like calling a dog, and a bit like calling an idiot. Ling Wen smiled and said, "That's what you're thinking now. I gave him the name Bai Jin, and no one else ever calls him that, so few people know this name. But if you call him that, he'll be very happy."

In the legend of Jin Yi Xian, the way the young man's beloved woman treated him was cruel and horrible. Either she had deep hatred or she was born cold-blooded. However, when Ling Wen mentioned the young man, his tone was very easygoing, without tenderness or hatred. He just said, "Is it okay? If you are afraid that I will escape, why not use Ruo Xie to lock me up. I am not a martial god, I can't escape."

For some reason, Xie Lian felt that he should trust Ling Wen. He pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded and said, “Okay.”

The two pretended to be nothing and left Lingwen Hall. When walking on the streets of Xianjing, they still greeted other priests passing by as usual. Lingwen looked normal, and it was impossible to tell that her hands were locked in her sleeves by Ruo Xie. Not long after walking, they ran into Pei Ming who was returning from patrolling the streets. The two greeted each other and stood on the side of the road to exchange some small talk. Pei Ming stared at Xie Lian, who was slightly alert and asked, "Why is General Pei looking at me like that?"

Pei Ming stroked his chin and said sincerely, "To be honest, Your Highness, I am terrified when I see you now. I always feel that something will happen if someone stands next to you. So when I saw you walking with Lingwen, my heartbeat quickened again. Lingwen, you must be careful recently."

Ling Wen laughed and said, "How could that be? General Pei, stop joking." Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In a sense, Pei Ming's feeling was really accurate.

Back at Puqi Temple, they could see Lang Ying leaning against an old tree in front of the temple, casually twirling a broom in his left hand, with a pile of swept golden leaves piled at his feet. Xie Lian squinted his eyes and watched for a while, then deliberately stepped heavier. Lang Ying didn't look back, but he must have noticed their presence, and changed his posture very naturally, continuing to sweep the floor. When he turned around, he seemed to see Xie Lian and Ling Wen walking slowly towards him. Xie Lian coughed lightly and said, "Sweeping the floor again."

Lang Ying nodded. Seeing him like this, Xie Lian couldn't help but touch his head like an elder and praised him, "Good boy."

Lang Ying accepted it calmly. Ling Wen looked at them and said nothing. Xie Lian led her to open the door of Puqi Temple and said, "It's right here..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as they opened the door, they saw a figure squatting in front of the merit box, sneakily stuffing gold bars in. Xie Lian hurried over to drag him away and said, “Qiying, stop stuffing it in. That’s enough. I haven’t gotten the ones you stuffed in last time out yet. They’re stuck.”

Lingwen nodded and said, "Hello, Your Highness Qiying."

Quan Yizhen also said to her: "Hello."

In the center of the Puqi Temple stood a wooden shelf, on which hung a simple linen garment. Of course, this was only what Xie Lian saw. Lingwen walked over and stared at it for a while. The garment showed no reaction. She tilted her head and said, "Your Highnesses, I want to take a look here alone. Is that okay?"

Xie Lian said, “Okay.”

Ruo Xie tied Ling Wen's hands. She was not a martial god, so basically there would be no trouble. Xie Lian was still relieved. He put his hand on Quan Yizhen's shoulder and said, "Get out."

Having solved one problem to some extent, Xie Lian felt a little relieved. Just then, the neighbors brought over some fruits and vegetables, so he took them to the kitchen and prepared to cook. He was indomitable. After a few days, Quan Yizhen seemed to have treated his Puqi Temple as a farmhouse, jumping up and down, sometimes climbing trees, sometimes stealing melons, sometimes fishing, and sometimes catching frogs. Before Xie Lian knew it, he sneaked into the kitchen and stole a sweet potato. He found nothing, and when he turned around, he saw Quan Yizhen slipping out with the sweet potato in his mouth. He was as anxious as a fish that had escaped the net, and hurriedly said, "It's not ready yet, don't eat it!"

However, it was because it was not ready that we had to eat it quickly. Once it was ready, we would not be able to eat it. Xie Lian shook his head and saw Lang Ying coming over. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Lang Ying, are you free? Come and help me cut some vegetables."

Lang Ying was about to grab the sweet potatoes that Quan Yizhen had stolen, but when Xie Lian spoke, he came over to help without saying a word. He picked up the knife on the chopping board, pressed the cabbage, and cut it carefully. Xie Lian looked at him, turned his head, and said casually while washing rice, "Lang Ying, you have seen a lot of ghosts and gods who have come to our Puqi Temple, right?"

Each one of them is strange and bizarre. Lang Ying said behind him: "Yeah."

Xie Lian said, “Well, let me ask you a question: If you were asked to choose, which of these gods and ghosts do you think is the most handsome?”

Lang Ying was chopping vegetables, seemingly in deep thought. Xie Lian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, “Go ahead. Just tell the truth in your heart.”

So Lang Ying answered, "You."

Xie Lian smiled and said, “Except me.”

Lang Ying said, "The one in red clothes."

Xie Lian was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he almost got hurt.

He said seriously: "Yeah, I think so too."

After a pause, Xie Lian asked again, “Who do you think is the most powerful?”

Lang Ying still answered: "The one in red clothes."

Xie Lian then quickly asked, "Who is the richest?"

"The one in red."

“Which one do you admire most?”

"The one in red."

"Which one is the stupidest?"

"The one in green."

These questions were so closely connected, and he actually changed his words in a timely manner, which shows his quick thinking and clever reaction. Xie Lian said: "Well, it seems that you like the brother in red. His name is Huacheng. Remember it. So, you think he is very good?"

Unconsciously, Lang Ying's knife seemed to be several times faster, and he said, "Very good."

Xie Lian asked, “Then, if you have time, do you think we should invite him to our place again?”

Lang Ying said: "Yes. Of course. It is necessary."

Xie Lian said, “I thought so too. However, his subordinates said that he has been very busy recently and must be busy doing something very serious. I think it’s better not to disturb him.”

After saying this, the sound of Lang Ying chopping vegetables suddenly became heavier. Xie Lian held onto the stove, trying to hold back his laughter until his stomach muscles twitched. Quan Yizhen suddenly poked his head in from the window, took a bite of the sweet potato, looked around, and said to Lang Ying, "You cut it so finely, it won't taste good."

Lang Ying asked, "Hmm? What did you say?"

Xie Lian looked back and saw that it was not just broken, it was broken into pieces. He coughed lightly and said, “Oh, really, your knife skills are too poor.”

“…”

After pouring a bunch of messy ingredients into the pot, Xie Lian clapped his hands and decided to let them cook for an hour. He left the kitchen, looked at Ling Wen, and saw that Ling Wen was still staying in the temple. He continued to work, found a slightly larger wooden sign from the firewood pile, borrowed a pen and ink from the village chief, and sat at the door, holding the wooden sign in one hand and the pen in the other, lost in thought. Lang Ying also came over. Xie Lian looked up and said in a gentle voice: "Lang Ying, can you read? Can you write?"

Lang Ying said, “Yes.”

Xie Lian asked, “How about your handwriting?”

Lang Ying said: "Generally."

Xie Lian said, “It’s okay, as long as you can see it clearly, please do me another favor.”

He handed the wooden sign and pen to Lang Ying and said with a smile, "There has never been a plaque in our temple. Why don't you write one for me?"

“…”

At Xie Lian's urging, Lang Ying picked up the pen. The small pen in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move it no matter what.

After a long while, he seemed to admit defeat, put down the pen and the board, and a helpless voice came from behind the bandage: "...Brother, I was wrong."

This voice was not Lang Ying's at all, it was clearly Hua Cheng's, but it was clearer than before, a young boy's voice. Xie Lian hugged his arms and leaned against the wall. Seeing him struggle for so long and finally surrender, he couldn't help laughing and fell to the ground: "San Lang is really busy!"