However, even if it is ugly, it is better to go. He is not like the Rain Master who has been a hermit for hundreds of years, nor is he like the Earth Master who has a secret mission, nor is he like the Water Master who wants to do whatever he wants. If he is not anyone, he will always be an exception. He will not attend something if he wants to. If this goes on, others will be dissatisfied and talk about it. Even if he thinks it is nothing, it is difficult for Jun Wu to do it. So, he immediately agreed to Shi Qingxuan: "Okay, I will be there at that time."

During the past few days, Xie Lian tried several methods, but he could not successfully separate Qi Rong's soul from this man's body, and Qi Rong became more and more proud. Fortunately, there was a Gu Zi who kept feeding his "father" without disgust, otherwise Xie Lian really didn't want to put anything in this mouth. On  the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xie Lian set up a formation outside the Puqi Temple, locked the door, left Ruo Xie to continue to tie up Qi Rong, and went to Xianjing to report.

The poem goes, "There is a white jade capital in the sky, with twelve towers and five cities. The immortal stroked my head, and I received eternal life after I got married." The white jade capital here refers to the Xianjing. During the  Mid- Autumn Festival, the Xianjing had a brand new look. In addition, Xie Lian saw many guards on the streets, corridors, and near the towers. He thought that after Huacheng broke in once, the security had been strengthened several times. The banquet was held in front of the open air moon, with fragrant fragrance, auspicious clouds, and flowers like blowing snow. One could enjoy the feast while watching the moon and the night. In the human world, one would pinch a circle with the thumb and index finger, and the moon would fit in this circle at most. But in the Xianjing, the full moon was bright and white, like a huge jade curtain standing not far away, and it seemed that one could catch up with it by taking a few more steps. It was truly a beautiful scenery that could not be seen in the human world.

The head of the banquet was naturally Jun Wu. But how the others sat had a lot of mysteries hidden in it. The order and position were very particular. It was absolutely forbidden to sit too high, and the priest himself probably wouldn't want to sit too low. Xie Lian didn't care about it, but he had to dress formally for the  Mid-Autumn Banquet. In other words, it was best to dress the same way as your statue in the human world. Xie Lian didn't have a statue at all, so he still wore a white Taoist robe and a bamboo hat. It was a bit shabby, but he really didn't have any better clothes. Such an outfit was also quite eye-catching, so he thought it would be better to sit in a more secluded position.

Unexpectedly, he had just found a corner to sit down, but when he looked up, he saw Feng Xin coming over. They both hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly to each other, and said hello. Feng Xin walked forward a few steps, then turned back and asked, "Why are you sitting here?"

Xie Lian thought he had sat in the wrong seat, so he stood up and said, “I thought it didn’t matter where I sat.”

Feng Xin was about to speak when Xie Lian saw Shi Qingxuan waving at him from afar. Shi Qingxuan was in female form at this time. Feng Xin looked back and seemed to see some shadow. He was horrified and left Xie Lian behind. Shi Qingxuan called out again, "Your Highness, here!"

The Wind Master was a well-known figure in the Heavenly Palace, so she naturally sat in a very good position, close to Jun Wu. With this move and call, many gods looked over. Jun Wu, who had been silent with his chin in his hand, also saw Xie Lian and nodded slightly to him, so Xie Lian had to go over. As expected, Lang Qianqiu was not seen along the way. It was said that he had postponed the  Mid-Autumn Festival banquet early in order to find Qi Rong's whereabouts. Shi Qingxuan found a seat next to him for Xie Lian, with excellent feng shui. Xie Lian felt that it was not very suitable, but the Wind Master was so kind that she had already sat him down and said, "I will take you to find that child after the banquet. He is a little ugly, but he is very well behaved." At this point, he had no choice but to say thank you. Turning around, Ming Yi was sitting near the two of them. He was playing with a jade cup, and the hand holding the cup was even whiter than the jade cup. Seeing that his face was fine, it seemed that the injury he suffered in the ghost market last time had healed. Xie Lian said, "Master Earth Master, how are you?"

Ming Yi nodded, and seemed not to want to talk much. Shi Qingxuan was the exact opposite of him. He knew everyone, and could talk to people around him, even those who were thousands of miles away. Xie Lian was very impressed that he could remember the names of so many priests. Sitting next to him was a boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a high nose, deep eyes, and slightly curly black hair. Xie Lian didn't know him, and he didn't know Xie Lian either. The two looked at each other for a while, both puzzled, and finally Xie Lian said hello randomly. Looking around again, Feng Xin and Mu Qing were very far apart, and sitting opposite him, talking very familiarly, were three priests.

On the left is a black-clad civil servant, with a handsome face and a graceful manner. He tapped his five fingers on the table in a regular pattern while talking. He looked calm and composed, and inexplicably familiar. In the middle was of course Pei Ming, who was already very familiar. On the right was a young man in a white shirt, gently waving a paper fan in his hand. On the front of the fan was written the word "water", and on the back were three water ripples. His face was vaguely similar to Shi Qingxuan, but he looked arrogant and frivolous. He looked gentle, but his eyes clearly showed that he looked down on everyone. Who else could it be except that "Shui Hengtian"?

Xie Lian understood clearly: “Three poisonous tumors.”

The black-clothed civil servant must be the male form of the most powerful spiritual mana, and he was indeed handsome. The three of them exchanged pleasantries and praised each other in various ways. Shi Qingxuan kept whispering, "Hypocrisy. Extremely hypocritical." Xie Lian found it quite interesting. At this time, he saw a gorgeous small pavilion in front of the banquet, which was covered with red curtains on all sides. He asked, "What is that?"

Shi Qingxuan smiled and said, "Oh, you don't know this, this is also a very popular game in the Heavenly Palace. Come, let me show you, it has already started!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several muffled thunders from the sky. Jun Wu looked up at the sky, poured a glass of wine, and passed it down. Then, amid the thunder, the priests at the banquet began to pass the glass of wine around with laughter and shouting, saying, "Don't give it to me! Don't give it to me!" "Pass it to him!"

Just by watching others play, Xie Lian roughly understood the rules, thinking, “So it’s pass the flower.” Everyone passed the cup of wine passed by Jun Wu to each other, but they couldn’t spill it. They could pass it to anyone, but they couldn’t pass it back. When the thunder stopped, whoever had the cup in their hand would have fun with it. But I didn’t know what kind of fun they were going to have. This game was not very friendly to Xie Lian. Whoever you passed the cup to was being played a trick on, so you would usually pass it to a few people you had a good relationship with. But he wasn’t familiar with most of the priests present, so how could he have the nerve to play tricks on others? The most he could do was pass it to the Wind Master, but who knew if the Wind Master was the one who passed the cup to him?

Xie Lian thought, "It would be best if no one passed it to me. But maybe I'm just being sentimental." Before he even opened his mouth, the first round was over. The wine glass was in Pei Ming's hand as expected. It seemed that Pei Ming was used to it. He drank the wine in one gulp amidst the loud applause. The priests clapped their hands and shouted, "Rise! Rise!"

Amid the cheers, the curtains on all four sides of the magnificent pavilion slowly rose. A tall general stood on the stage, striding with his head held high, looking very majestic. He seemed to have not noticed the priests below, nor the strange and beautiful scenery outside the pavilion. He took a few steps and began to sing the lyrics, passionately and loudly.

It turns out that whichever priest the wine cup is passed to, the pavilion will bring up the drama about this priest in the world and perform it for everyone to see. Since people love to make up stories, who knows what kind of thundering drama they will make up, and whether they will be drawn by chance. This game can be said to be very shameful and thrilling. However, the fun lies in this. It should be noted that General Pei's dramas are wonderful because the female roles are different every time. Sometimes they are fairies, sometimes they are demons, and sometimes they are ladies. The female roles are more beautiful than each other, and the stories are more shameless than each other. The priests watch with relish and look forward to the female roles. Sure enough, not long after, a lady in black came on the stage again, with a voice like a yellow warbler. The two sang to each other for a while, and the lyrics and music were quite provocative and bold. The more everyone looked at these two people, the more they felt something was wrong, and they asked one after another: "What is the name of this play?" "Who is the woman that General Pei hooked up with this time?"

At this time, "General Pei" on the stage said: "Jie Qing——"

Below the stage, Pei Ming and Ling Wen both spit out their drinks.

Who else could Jie Qing be? Ling Wen's real name is Nangong Jie. The priests were shocked: How could these two be having an affair? !

Lingwen wiped the corners of his lips with a cloth and said calmly, "Don't think about it. It's made up."

Although both parties were a little depressed, they were thick-skinned enough to act out their performance on stage, while the audience pretended not to see anything. However, Shi Wudu did not let them go, fanning himself and smiling, "This play is very exciting. What do you think?"

Lingwen said, "I don't have any feelings. This play is very old. At that time, my statue was not what it is now. It's just a folk legend. Think about it carefully. In the folk legends, how many women have Lao Pei not hooked up with?"

Everyone agreed. Pei Ming said, "Hey, you can't say that. I did hook up with almost all the other people in the folk legends. I really didn't do that. Don't wrongly accuse a good person."

Lingwen said, "According to what you said, folklore says that I have hooked up with more male priests, and I haven't hooked up with any of them. Isn't that very uncomfortable?"

Since Lingwen was appointed, folk legends have always said that she was able to get here because she hooked up with a certain priest. This was also one of the reasons why Lingwen Temple was deserted and no one worshipped in the early days. It is said that she was scolded when protests were fierce, and people often threw bellybands and menstrual cloths into her merit box. However, if a male priest had such rumors, he would be known as a playboy and still enjoy it. It can be seen that although the circumstances are similar, the difference between men and women leads to very different outcomes.

Just as he thought this, the next round started again. Shi Wudu was still laughing just now, and this time it was his turn. The two cancerous tumors beside him made congratulatory gestures to him: "Retribution in this life, please accept it."

Shi Wudu frowned and drank the wine. The curtain slowly rose again. Before it rose to the top, two long shouts came from inside:

"My wife——"

"My dear——"

The scene was full of love, twists and turns, and lingering. As a result, Xie Lian, who was watching from below, saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu and Shi Qingxuan had goose bumps all over their bodies.

Shi Qingxuan jumped up and said, "Brother! Cut it off!"

Shi Wudu immediately shouted, "Put it down! Put it down right now!"

You don’t need to look to know that the one you drew this time must be the folk legend of the “couple” of the Water Master and the Wind Master. Love, desire and hatred are always people’s favorite when telling stories. It’s best if they have it, but it’s even better if they don’t, and you can just make it up. Logically speaking, the things that the priests do themselves are the authentic myths, but sometimes when you see the ones that people make for them, you have to admire that this is the real myth. As soon as Shi Wudu spoke, the curtain really fell down. The priests wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to, and they had a hard time holding it back. Xie Lian smiled and asked, “Master Wind Master, how come you can order the curtain to be lowered?”

Shi Qingxuan was still frightened and said, "Sure, it's a piece of cake, just donate 100,000 merits!"

“…”

As Xie Lian was speechless, the third round began. This time, the thunder didn’t last long before the wine glass was passed to the young man next to Xie Lian.

Seeing this result, the reaction of the priests was a bit strange. Not very enthusiastic, but not very cold either. It seemed that they were interested in watching the show, but didn't want to show it too obviously. The young man didn't seem to be interested in the game, but he still drank the wine. He put down the wine glass and the curtain was raised again.

There were two people standing on the stage. One was a young general with curly hair like a lion's mane. Although it was extremely exaggerated, it was also very majestic. He should be the young priest. The other was a clown with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a wretched appearance. He jumped around on the stage. When the young man faced him, he pretended to be serious, but it was very greasy and disgusting. When the young man turned around, he grinned and stabbed with a sword behind his back. He was undoubtedly a despicable villain who said one thing in front of others and another behind their backs.

The clown acted very hard and exaggeratedly, as if it was a farce. The priests had different reactions when they saw it. Xie Lian noticed that the priests at lower positions all laughed loudly, while the priests at higher positions, such as Shi Qingxuan, Shi Wudu and others, mostly frowned and said nothing, and did not find it funny. At the same time, he also noticed that the veins on the back of the hand of the young man next to him suddenly bulged, and he became alert. Although he could not understand what was being performed on the stage, he could probably guess that it was an insult to another person. And even if he didn't know who it was, he felt that this arrangement was extremely uncomfortable. Seeing that the young man seemed to be about to explode, he took a chopstick from the table and threw it at the rope hanging the curtain.

The chopsticks, which were not sharp, flew past the rope and actually cut it. The curtain fell down with a bang. The priests were shocked and asked, "How can this happen?" "What are you doing?" They all looked at Xie Lian, and some even stood up. Xie Lian was about to speak, but the next moment, something exploded beside his ears. It turned out that the young man had crushed the white jade wine glass.

He seemed to be enraged by the drama. He threw away the broken jade cup in his hand, jumped up, jumped onto the table, kicked his feet, and shot up the pavilion like an arrow and entered the curtain. Several priests rushed up and lifted the red curtain, but there was no one inside. Everyone was shocked and said, "Oh no, oh no, His Highness Qiying has gone down to beat people again!"

Xie Lian thought, “Qiying? Qiying Palace? Western Martial God Quan Yizhen?” He hurriedly asked Shi Qingxuan, “Master Feng, what’s going on? Why did His Highness Qiying beat someone up?”

Shi Qingxuan came back to his senses and said, "Beating people is... beating people. Well, you may not believe it, but Qiying often beats his believers."

“…”

It was the first time he heard of a priest beating his own followers. This would make the priest lose his reputation in the hearts of the followers. He wanted to ask more, but heard a priest say unhappily: "Quan is too ignorant. Everyone is having fun, but he doesn't even cooperate. Who hasn't been laughed at? Haven't General Pei and Lingwen Zhenjun been laughed at? Besides, he wasn't the one being laughed at, so why are you so angry?"

"That's right, this guy really takes himself too seriously. Even if he is angry, how can he vent it at this time? It's a good banquet, who would come to see his face? Really..."

"Alright, alright, a brat is a brat. Now that he's gone, we'll have more fun without him."

Hearing this, Xie Lian seemed to be thinking about something. The banquet was only slightly chaotic for a while, and Ling Wen seemed to send someone to deal with Quan Yizhen's matter. After a few priests came out to appease them, the banquet and games continued. So, amid the thunder, the fourth round of passing the flower began.

Xie Lian was just watching others having fun, unable to fit in, and was happy that others didn’t look for him. He was just about to talk to Shi Qingxuan, but at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and handed him the white jade wine glass.