Chapter 41: Tiger-Head Shoes Stepping on the Infant Spirit Hall (Part 7) Just now, he really…

After an eerie silence, Wen Gu said, "No need."

As he finished speaking, the carriage stopped. Logically, it would take some time to travel from Jade Butterfly Peak to Sui'an County. But in this illusion, they could all move from bed to the carriage, shortening the journey. It was nothing new.

Tang Yuan lifted the curtain and said, "Boss, Boss's wife, we've arrived at Mr. Ye's house."

Ye Shaolin had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing that the person they were waiting for had finally arrived, he hurried to greet them with a smile.

Wen Gu helped Ye Qingzhan out of the carriage.

"You two are tired from the journey," Mr. Ye smiled, looking at the Dongfang couple. "The mansion has prepared a welcoming banquet. Please come in."

To appear like a married couple, Ye Qingzhan took Wen Gu's arm and looked at Mr. Ye, who was beaming with joy. His heart finally settled.

In this illusion, even if the three of them revealed their true appearances, they would still appear as their original owners, even though they existed within the illusion.

The exiled immortal said on the ginkgo tree that this was the result of the combined power of the illusionary realm, the result of two illusions.

Thus, finally seeing her father clearly, and seeing that he was well and his face was bright, her worries eased somewhat. However, while she recognized her father, in his eyes, she was merely a distant guest.

Ye Qingzhan suddenly felt sad.

He felt that illusions could be cruel.

Wen Gu dared not even look at Mr. Ye—the sight of him reminded him of his lips against his daughter's last night...

Mr. Ye's shrewd eyes examined the two, but he could not read their current thoughts. He only noticed that one blushed unnaturally, while the other's eyes looked a mixture of sadness and joy.

Puzzled, he had no choice but to invite them into his mansion.

Three people, three different moods. After finishing their meal, Wen Gu glanced up and down at Mr. Ye, and silently used Yin Sha to probe him. He knew that Mr. Ye was fine, but he knew that Ye Qingzhan was worried about his father's health, so he asked first: "I wonder if Mr. Ye is feeling unwell, junior..."

"There's nothing unwell. That was just an excuse for inviting you here. I'm sorry to have worried you." Mr. Ye said bluntly, bowed and apologized, and went straight to the point: "I asked you to come here to ask you something." Wen

Gu replied: "Mr. Ye, please feel free to tell me."

Mr. Ye came closer and said: "I heard that Mr. Dongfang is also investigating Zhuxi's 'strange disease'?"

Wen Gu had no intention of hiding it, and said: "That's right, Mr. Ye, do you have any insights?"

Mr. Ye said: "It's not a brilliant idea, but I have found someone." He paused, and said, "It may not be a person."

Wen Gu and Ye Qingzhan looked at each other, and the latter asked: "Are you talking about 'Dr. Fox'?" Mr.

Ye nodded heavily.

Before he finished speaking, Wen Gu pulled something out of his sleeve. It was Dongfang Yuanshan's medical journal and the notes and essays he had inserted in it.

Ye Yuanwai glanced at Wen Gu, opened it, and took a look.

In his medical journal, Dongfang Yuanshan wrote down the types of illnesses he had consulted, categorized by date. Several pages mentioned that some families in Zhuxi Town gave birth to deformed fetuses, or that some families who did not go to the White Fox Temple to pray for blessings had children who either died young, had mutilated limbs, or

became mentally retarded when they reached a certain age.

The notes also mentioned his encounter with the Snow Girl—

his beloved wife was ill, and he needed a medicinal herb. The medicinal herb was only found in one place, Yudie Peak. I went deep into the mountains, climbed a steep cliff, and found it. However, it rained heavily, the road was slippery, and I fell into the ravine. When I woke up, I was in a cave and saw several sick babies.

As a doctor, I felt powerless, filled with shame and grief. Suddenly,

I saw a creature, all white, walking on all fours like a forest beast, entering a stone cave. I stood up, ready to fight it, risking my life to protect the infant.

I also saw a woman following it. I recognized her from the Longtan Temple in Zhuxi, a place of blessing.

She smiled at me and told me the whole story. I knew this creature was a human, named Snow Girl.

With deep respect, I bowed in greeting.

The Snow Girl's features were unclear, but her smile was recognizable.

I'm suspicious—his symptoms are quite similar to those of the deformed babies in town...

After reading Dongfang Yuanshan's diary and notes, Mr. Ye said, "What you wrote in your medical journal and your adventures in the mountains are roughly the same as what I've found." He looked at the young couple and continued, "I've also seen this Snow Girl. She's not much different from what you've described. When my daughter Qingzhan was a playful child, she loved strange and magical stories. She heard that there was a Snow Girl on Jade Butterfly Peak, so she went there alone. Jade Butterfly Peak is rocky, and Qingzhan got lost. In her haste, she stepped on one and tumbled down the mountain, where she was saved by the Snow Girl."

Mr. Ye's words, like a curved hook, lured Ye Qingzhan's shattered memories.

A white figure gradually coalesced in his mind.

"If Qingzhan hadn't gone with Madam Xuejun to the ancient temple to pay homage to the two immortal couples, I would have let her explain it to you in detail today."

Mr. Ye's words also cleared up the confusion in Ye Qingzhan's heart: she had just wanted to ask where Miss Ye and Madam Jiang had gone. Ye Yuanwai continued:

"When I took people to look for him, Qingzhan was lying on the back of the Snow Girl. The Snow Girl put him down and ran back to the mountains." As Ye Yuanwai spoke, he sighed: "Over the years, no matter whether it is Zhuxi Town, Sui'an County, Fenghua County, or Chahua Village, as long as it is close to Yudie Peak, many people who strayed into the mountains have been rescued by the Snow Girl."

"The Snow Girl has a human face, but her facial features seem to have not fully grown and are fused together. At first glance, it is indeed frightening. But then, the old man thought about it and decided that the facial features should be connected, especially the pair of eyes that should see the world clearly, so it would be better to leave only a gap. It would be best not to let her, who is nourished by the energy of heaven and earth, see the human heart."

"The human heart cannot be dissected open for a closer look," Ye Yuanwai continued with a little more resentment in his tone, "some of the people who were rescued not only did not know how to repay their gratitude, but also threatened to set fire to the mountain and burn to death the monsters in their eyes."

"Later, they stopped clamoring and threatening to burn the mountain. It was simply because they believed the Taoist priests at the White Fox Monastery's lies, saying the Snow Girl couldn't be killed, that she was born between heaven and earth, nurtured by the six qi, but had evil intentions and robbed their children of their rightful yang qi."

Ye Qingzhan asked at the right moment, "What are the six qi?"

Ye Yuanwai glanced at her as if he were looking at several young girls, and patiently said, "I've been to the White Fox Monastery once and heard the Taoist priests there tell the legend of the six qi. It's said that ten thousand years ago, eight gods from the heavens fought for some unknown reason. The fight was so devastating that it shook the earth and mountains, dried up the seas and crumbled the rocks, and even dispersed the six qi."

The first half of Ye Yuanwai's story was what Ye Qingzhan and Wen Gu had heard the exiled immortal mention at the Ghost Gate. As for the second half, the six qi, did the exiled immortal not mention it, or did he not know about it? If even a celestial being like the exiled immortal didn't know about it, how could the Taoist priests at the White Fox Monastery know about it? Were they just making it up to hurt the Snow Girl?

Ye Qingzhan glanced at Wen Gu with suspicion, and listened to Ye Yuanwai continue:

"The six energies blend together to form 'harmony', which can be divided into yin and yang according to their quality. I heard from the Taoist that yang energy can be divided into righteous energy, natural pure energy, and natural willful energy, while yin energy includes black smoke and miasma, arrogant and selfish evil energy."

Hearing this, Ye Qingzhan suddenly remembered the layers of black mist lingering around Wen Gu - Yin Sha must be the aggregation of all yin energy, with a little more hatred and resentment.

Seeing the young woman who had just asked him this question now looking at her husband with worry, Mr. Ye smiled and continued, "What are these six qi? The Taoist said so, and I will repeat it verbatim. The Taoist said that the Snow Girl robbed their children of their yang energy, so some of the children they gave birth to were born with deformities. To cure it completely, we need a medicinal ingredient."

Wen Gu asked, "What is the medicinal ingredient?"

Mr. Ye replied, "The Snow Girl's tears.

" The Dongfang couple looked at each other. This

matched the words of the exiled immortal Ginkgo's letter.

"The Taoist said that the Snow Girl's tears are the purest and gather yang energy." Mr. Ye looked at the two of them, and saw in the eyes of the young couple the same disbelief as he did. He continued, "I heard that before you two settled in Zhuxi Town, you were roaming doctors. You are well-informed. After hearing this, you must find it as ridiculous as I, a former storyteller, do. If tears really can cure diseases, do they make the Snow Girl cry every day?"

"But the way to make people cry, unless it is to stage a touching and tragic play, the most immediate way to vent anger, apart from beatings and torture, I can't think of any other way." Ye Yuanwai continued, "I don't think those ungrateful people would be so kind as to stage a play to make the Snow Girl cry. If the latter is used, even if the Snow Girl was born in the green rivers and green fields and her appearance is different from that of ordinary people, she will still die in the end after being tortured and beaten every day. In my opinion, it is just a Taoist priest in the White Fox Temple who wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife. "Let Xue Nu die a deserved death."

Mr. Ye stepped forward and said, "Why don't we form an alliance and investigate the source of these rumors—who in the White Fox Temple is trying to kill Xue Nu?"

Ye Qingzhan nodded. Wen Gu asked, "Has Mr. Ye ever seen the leader of the Taoists in the White Fox Temple?"

Mr. Ye shook his head and said, "Those wicked Taoists are incredibly cunning, hiding behind fox masks."

Wen Gu's eyes met Ye Qingzhan's, then Mr. Ye's, and he said, "We absolutely must go to the White Fox Temple."

After

ensuring Shan'e was safe and sound and couldn't leave, Li Zhixing headed home. He sat on the snow book and wandered through the night sky until dawn. Suddenly, he remembered that he should visit "Shan Niang"'s home in the fantasy realm.

He wanted to see what kind of shitty man this wife-beater was.

Using the ginkgo as a guide, Li Zhixing landed on the large elm tree in front of Shan Niang's house. He lay on the trunk, squinting at the courtyard.

This thatched cottage was so shabby that it collapsed without even a gust of wind. Thinking of a beautiful woman like Shanniang living in a place like this, he felt like a flower planted in a…

Before he could think of a precise metaphor, he saw Shanniang running out of the yard, her hair disheveled, her clothes ripped and tattered, barely covering her body.

Li Zhixing abruptly sat up from the tree and saw a man chasing out of the door. His belt was untied, his eyes fierce, as if he wanted to eat Shanniang alive. Holding a kitchen knife, he roared, "You lowly bastard, you haven't been home for months, and when you come back you steal money. And you don't want me to touch you, damn it! I'm going to kill you today! And chop up that freeloader bastard too!" The exiled immortal,

who had listened to the bastard's words in the tree, was now furious. His eyes blazed, and he tilted his head slightly, his face frosted. His tone was like a cold winter snow. He said, "You disgust me."

Immortals couldn't meddle in mortal affairs, but that didn't mean they couldn't insult the magic mirror turtle.

The ginkgo leaf in his sleeve flew like a sharp needle, slicing the man's wrist. The knife fell. The exiled immortal released another leaf of ginkgo and struck the man's crotch with the knife.

The man fell to the ground in fright, sweating coldly.

The exiled immortal wore white clothes that were not stained by dust, and the hairpin on his ear was particularly red as he flew down from the tree.

He had just changed into these clothes when he was in the tree, fearing that Shanniang would be criticized for his beggar appearance.

Li Zhixing stood in front of the man, lowered his eyes and said, "It's just shit luck."

"If I run into you again, it won't be the handle of the knife that faces you—"

"It will be the blade."

After speaking, Li Zhixing walked to Shanniang, who was holding her daughter in her arms and covered in blood and tears, and handed her a brand new coat. He took Xinxin in his arms and said, "Don't pay attention to that beast, just put it on."

What he did just now was definitely against the rules of the illusion.

But—

so what, he is an immortal, a ghost ferry, but before these identities, he was a human being.

A person with flesh and blood, who can be happy, sad, angry, and indignant.

Just now, he really wanted to kill that beast.