"What trash weapons, selling online is unreliable!" Yao Yao said dismissively, throwing the crescent axe onto the bed.
"It's my fault," Bing Bing said apologetically, "I'll apply for a return and give them a bad review!"
"No, don't give a bad review," I said slyly with a smile, "Give them a five-star review, let our potential opponents all buy weapons from her place." kuAiδugg
Jokes aside, the enemy's weapons are not our concern, but our own weapons still need to be sorted out. Last night's battle in the abandoned village relied on Yao Yao's Five Elements magic, but that kind of magic consumes spiritual energy and cannot last long. Otherwise, Yao Yao would not have suffered from depleted magic and gone mad on Chrysanthemum Mountain four hundred years ago. If it were a pure test of combat power and physical endurance, Yao Yao would not have ended up in such a predicament.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools. Removing the beginning and end, we are left with the word "weapon."
I suddenly remembered that in the backyard of the Leiyin Temple opposite, there were some weapons. Daoist Priest Li Jingxiang also practiced martial arts from a young age. I told Yao Yao about it. Yao Yao's eyes lit up: "So the people there are really martial artists? This morning I went hunting with them and passed by the temple, I saw that row of weapon racks. Although the quality of the items on them was ordinary, one could tell they were genuine articles. The craftsmen still had skill. How, do you know the owner of that temple?"
"I suppose I know them. I'll go ask," I said.
"Do you need company?" Yao Yao asked.
I thought for a moment, shook my head, and told Yao Yao that Li Jingxiang was the disciple of Old Daoist Sun who gave me the golden talisman in my dream. When Yao Yao heard "golden talisman," she shivered subconsciously, likely still having lingering fear from being electrocuted in my dream.
"Then you go by yourself. Be careful not to have your identity exposed. That Old Daoist Sun is a formidable character," Yao Yao said. Even she said he was formidable, so he must indeed be skilled.
Leaving Xijiangyue, I first went to the resort supermarket to buy some gifts. Carrying them, I went to the opposite mountain. Climbing halfway up, I heard people talking in the temple. I thought Old Daoist Sun had returned, but upon closer listening, it wasn't. It must have been pilgrims.
Entering the temple, I saw a very familiar middle-aged couple. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the prefect He, whom I had visited at Jiuxian Cave before, and his wife! How did they end up here again?
Of course, I was observing from the shadows at the time. I recognized him, but he didn't recognize me. So, I pretended not to know them either, just nodded to Li Jingxiang, who was helping Prefect He offer incense, and began to worship on my own.
Prefect He and his wife were still praying devoutly, asking for blessings for their official careers. After Li Jingxiang guided them through their prayers, she asked about Prefect He's identity. Upon learning that he had traveled all the way from Fucheng, she was quite puzzled: "Fucheng? I've heard that Jiuxian Cave in Fucheng is very efficacious. Why would Prefect He travel so far to our humble temple?"
This was also my question, so I quickly pricked up my ears to listen.
"Alas, it's a long story," Prefect He shook his head and accepted the tea offered by Li Jingxiang. "A few days ago, I just finished praying at Jiuxian Cave. Unexpectedly, last night Jiuxian Cave had an incident, and the entire Han Yin Temple was destroyed. The abbot there said it was due to heavenly lightning, which struck the temple. Perhaps the Nine Immortals enshrined there were protecting the wrong people. Since I had just prayed there, I felt uneasy and quickly sought out other efficacious places. A friend recommended this place, so I brought my wife to worship."
I almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. Heavenly lightning causing trouble, Shen Xingyue really had to rack her brains to come up with such an excuse.
It was true, after being struck by a soil dragon dozens of meters long descending from the sky, it was hard to explain scientifically other than heavenly lightning. Could it be that they were bombed?
I think the people of Yanxia would rather believe in heavenly lightning than believe that such a powerful explosion occurred within their borders.
"Prefect He, please rest assured, nothing so bizarre will happen at our humble temple," Li Jingxiang comforted him.
Perhaps seeing me, an outsider, present, Prefect He didn't say much more. He quietly instructed Li Jingxiang on a few things and had Mrs. He secretly slip Li Jingxiang a red envelope before preparing to leave.
When he met my gaze, Prefect He looked at me with confusion. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but ask, "This young brother, you look somewhat familiar. Do we know each other?"