Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 6: Thunderstorm in the Ruined Temple
Outside the dilapidated temple, dark clouds gathered and the sky gradually darkened.

Inside the dilapidated temple, a statue of a deity stood tall, holding a giant axe and looking down upon the common people. In this desolate place, there were naturally no incense offerings, and the statue was even covered in graffiti.

What is even more strange is that there are several coffins behind the statue, covered tightly. I don’t know whether they contain corpses or bones.

Yun Yi gathered some grass and dry firewood, built a bonfire, and finally felt a little warmer. As the smoke rose, the eyes of the statue in the reflection gleamed, and its face became slightly distorted, as if it would come alive at any moment.

Song Xinci didn't feel cold, but she thought Yun Yi's behavior was very boring. It was obvious that as long as he followed her to practice, he could avoid these mortal troubles.

But the man was stubborn and seemed to be born incompatible with cultivating immortals.

No, he is in conflict with me.

"Do you know what kind of god this is?" Yun Yi suddenly asked.

Song Xinci stood at the door of the dilapidated temple, looking at the sky covered with dark clouds, and did not answer.

Yun Yi muttered to himself, "In my opinion, this is a wild temple that has not been approved by the imperial court, and the deities enshrined there are certainly not real gods.

"Did you know that statues of gods are actually made of mud, and they also have a lot of straw mixed in. But it looks quite new, so it must have been made not long ago. Has this thing been here before?"

At this point, Song Xinci finally showed some interest: "I remember there was only half a statue here before."

"If it wasn't you, then who would be so kind as to restore the statue to its true form?"

"Maybe it's the boss. After all, Wuming Town is his territory." Thunder rumbled faintly in the sky, and Song Xinci changed the subject: "Do you think it will thunder first or rain first?"

Yun Yi replied, "I guess it will rain first, then thunder."

"why?"

"Because it rains the heaviest this way. There are so many dark clouds that they completely block out the sun. It's impossible that there will be a lot of thunder but little rain."

Yes, when a group of people who want to kill Song Xinci gather together, they will definitely not make a lot of noise but do little.

Song Xinci suddenly felt puzzled: "Why don't you look scared?"

"afraid of what?"

"You should have noticed that I'm being hunted. One look from those people might kill you on the spot."

"That's perfect, so I don't have to be your servant in the future."

Song Xinci said in a deep voice: "You can't die."

Yun Yi smiled and added more firewood, "Okay, okay, I will protect myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, it started to rain heavily outside.

Just as Yun Yi said, it rained first and then there were bursts of thunder.

The sheer force of the rain was breathtaking. Like a mighty army, the raindrops slammed against the eaves, windows, and ground with overwhelming force, creating bursts of rapid and powerful clatter. The shabby little temple seemed even smaller at that moment, silently enduring the downpour.

A flash of lightning like a silver dragon flashed across the sky, and two figures appeared at the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

One red and one black, they are Suzaku and Xuanjiao.

The woman was accidentally drenched by the rain, and her already scanty clothing clung to her body, looking truly pitiful. The man, still wearing his mask, couldn't clearly see his face, but a murderous intent emanated from him, clearly indicating his displeasure at the unexpected downpour.

When Zhuque saw the fire, he immediately came forward and said in a sweet voice, "Master, can I warm myself by the fire?"

Yun Yi admired the beauty and the scenery for a while, then said rather stingily, "I'm afraid not. My wife won't let me."

Song Xinci was still looking outside the room, with an ugly face, she said coldly, "Who is your wife?!"

"Okay, I'm just joking, please feel free to do as you please." Yun Yi looked extremely handsome in the firelight, and with a white shirt on, he even exuded a faint ethereal air.

Zhuque wasn't sure where this person came from, so he moved closer to Yun Yi, his wet arm almost touching him.

Yun Yi silently moved his butt to the side and said, "Sorry, I have mysophobia."

"You think I'm dirty?!"

"No, I think rainwater is dirty."

Suzaku raised an eyebrow, "After all, you still despise me."

Yun Yi smiled and said, "I originally disliked the rain, but since a beauty has been stained by it, I can only dislike you as well. Why don't you learn from that gentleman and just stay warm quietly."

Unexpectedly, Zhuque laughed in anger and suddenly became a little coquettish. She actually started to use her charm on Yun Yi.

"Sir, your words really chill me more than the rain~"

"If it's cold, wear more clothes on a daily basis, so you don't get rheumatism when you're old, and your whole body aches in the wind and rain."

"You?!" Yun Yi grinned and said, "I speak from the bottom of my heart."

Charm spells had no effect on him, not because Suzaku was incompetent. It was simply because charm spells were a base, deceptive art, designed to deceive the mind. Naturally, they were useless against someone with a strong will.

Yun Yi was even immune to the art of seduction in his previous life. At that time, he was devoted to his wife and had no time for other women in his eyes.

As for now, it’s useless anyway.

Yun Yi naturally recognized the two uninvited guests in the ruined temple and knew exactly what they would do next. So at this moment, he was not afraid at all, but instead wanted to tease Zhuque.

He liked to do this in his previous life. Suzaku was also a good girl, but unfortunately she died in another game of right and wrong.

As for that Xuan Jiao, he is a stinky man and I don’t want to mention him.

After only a few words, Suzaku was already so angry that he lost his composure twice. Song Xinci witnessed all this without saying a word, but inwardly she sneered. It seemed that this wasn't her fault; anyone who encountered Yun Yi would be pissed off.

Maybe this is his innate magical power.

Zhuque calmed down, sat down obediently, and asked, "Saintly Scholar Meng Fan?"

Yun Yi had a blank expression on his face. Why did he suddenly mention that righteous man? I remembered that he was one of my wife's suitors and died miserably. Apart from that, I had no impression of him.

Xuan Jiao said at this time: "He is not Meng Fan."

Zhuque was surprised and said, "It's not Zhu Qiyi either."

Yun Yi was confused: "Why should I be the two of them?"

Zhuque asked, "If it's not them, then what's your relationship with Song Xinci? Why did you call her 'wife' just now?"

Yun Yi said: "Of course she is her hostage. She defeated me but didn't kill me. She even poisoned me."

Zhuque breathed a sigh of relief: "One of us?"

Yun Yi shook his head first, then nodded.

Xuan Jiao said, "It's good that he's not the helper of that female devil."

Yun Yi quickly waved his hands: "Why would I help her? Just do whatever you want."

He said it easily, just like asking a guest to pick up food with chopsticks.

Upon hearing this, Zhuque stood up silently. Only then did she notice that there was another statue in the temple. She went over to look at it carefully, but she didn't recognize it.

But she still took out a thin incense stick from somewhere, lit it by the campfire, and bowed.

Unfortunately, there was no incense burner in front of the statue, so she made a hand seal and the incense stick actually floated in the air, looking quite strange.

After doing all this, she turned and looked at Song Xinci. This was the first time she took the initiative to look at the other person since she entered the dilapidated temple.

Even though he was deliberately making himself look ugly, she still found him stunning. Song Xinci had an indelible aura that captivated both men and women.

Before they knew it, the Vermillion Bird and the Black Dragon had already formed an encirclement.

Zhuque said: "Since the little scholar has lost his cultivation, he should stay away."

Yun Yi moved slightly to the corner after hearing this. "This dilapidated temple is too evil. I think I should not be too far away from you."

As he spoke, he knocked on the coffin beside him and said, "Let's talk about this coffin. If there is a bad guy hiding in it, wouldn't he kill me easily? And I can't hide in it either. If I run into someone with a careful mind, he might just slap me here and I will still die.

So after all, I can only stay here. You guys go ahead and kill Song Xinci, I'll just watch and I won't say anything nonsense."

Before he could finish his words, a figure shot up from the coffin into the sky. The next moment, an old man who looked like a beggar appeared beside Yun Yi and angrily asked, "When did you discover me?"

Yun Yi acted surprised: "I didn't know you were hiding in there!"

"Then you... you little bastard are so lucky. Get out of here and don't delay me from killing people!" The stinky beggar glared at Yun Yi, but did not act rashly.

Now the room is full of masters. He might die at the hands of others just when he is about to attack the stupid scholar.

It's like an arrow on a string, and you never know when it will be shot.

Song Xinci said nothing from beginning to end because she looked down on these people and there were even more terrifying things outside the temple.

The next moment, a human head shot into the ruined temple, but was easily dodged by Song Xinci, and finally hit the blue brick next to Yun Yi.

He took a closer look in the light of the fire and found that it was actually "prostitution".

Actually, if you look closely, she is a beauty. What a pity.

(End of this chapter)