Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 162 Life is but a dream, how much joy can one truly experience?

starry night.

The three of them walked briskly out of the Bingxin Court and saw Yan Chixia say:
“Daughter, that brat must be somewhere in Nanguo Town. Let’s split up and search. If we find any trace of him, we’ll use the Mind-Reading Talisman to send a message.”

"it is good."

Yan Hongye set off first, gradually disappearing into the bustling street.

"See? I told you this method would be very effective. It'll definitely get Hongye out of the house," Yan Chixia said with a smile.

Sima San Niang spoke with a hint of helplessness:
"No matter what, the closer we get to the end, the more we need to relax. It would be good to let Hongye go out for a walk. I'm afraid she might also go astray."

Less than half an hour later.

Yan Hongye entered the Yue Lao Temple, which she had never been to before, and saw that the temple was bustling with incense and had many worshippers inside.

She looked around and suddenly noticed a person with striking silver hair, and couldn't help but walk over.

Then the temple keeper said to a very familiar-looking silver-haired youth:

"I've already said that my matchmaking divination is very effective and can help lovers get married. If it weren't effective, why would it be so popular?"

"For the past month or so, you've come here every day, haven't you ever thought of buying a matchmaking amulet, writing your sweetheart's name on it, and asking the matchmaker to bless you so that your wishes come true?"

The temple keeper spoke while gesturing with his hand:
"My shelf is almost full of old-fashioned matchmaking products, don't you really want to give it a try?"

"Sir, I've had a question for you for many days now," the silver-haired youth said with a smile.
"If the shelf is already full of matchmaking plaques, what should be done if other worshippers want to hang their own?"

"Many worshippers have asked this question. There is a marriage tree in the backyard. Whenever the Yue Lao plaques on the shelf are full, they are hung on the marriage tree."

The temple keeper held up a wooden plaque and said:
"Young man, would you like a matchmaker's amulet?"

Zhuang Buran spread his hands:
"No money."

The temple keeper was speechless for a moment, but finally handed the wooden plaque to the silver-haired youth:

"Since you've been coming here so often these days, I'll give you one."

"The old gentleman truly lives up to his reputation as the temple keeper of the Matchmaker Temple." Zhuang Buran changed the subject:
"One piece doesn't seem enough, could you send seven?"

The temple keeper's eyes widened in shock at the shamelessness of the silver-haired youth before him.

At this moment, Yan Hongye approached:

“I paid for his seven matchmaking cards, but give me one matchmaking card in return.”

Upon hearing this, the temple keeper, with a rather complicated expression, handed seven wooden plaques to the silver-haired youth. As he handed the plaque to Yan Hongye, he couldn't help but whisper:
"Young lady, you must be very careful with guys who are all show and no substance!"

Zhuang Buran said with a smile:

“Old sir, we’ve known each other for a long time. They say it’s better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage. You’re even the temple keeper of the Matchmaker’s Temple.”

"I'm helping the Old Man Under the Moon to sever karmic ties, so he won't dare to tie any red thread in the sky," the temple keeper said matter-of-factly.

"Sir, you should go and greet the other worshippers. I need to start writing about my beloved."

Zhuang Buran picked up a pen from the shelf and began to write stroke by stroke on a wooden plaque.

“This young man does not seem like a good man. Please be careful, young lady!” After saying this, the temple keeper walked away.

Yan Hongye calmly replied:
"Seven-dollar matchmaker, you seem to have quite a few sweethearts. No wonder you want to call off the engagement."

"Well, you could say I'm a dreamer," Zhuang Buran said slowly.
"I dreamt of a woman who was deeply affectionate and passionate, and I happened to meet her when she was heartbroken."

"Unexpectedly, after only a few meetings, she became a nun and a Taoist priest. By chance, I also settled down on the mountain where she lived, and we have been neighbors for more than 20 years."

"I never imagined that one day her feelings for me as a fellow Daoist would suddenly change."

"So, in the end, did you end up with her in this dream?" Yan Hongye asked, engrossed in the conversation. Zhuang Buran put down his pen and hung the wooden plaque bearing Li Mochou's name on it on the shelf.
"I am a person who is devoted to the Tao, so I ascended to heaven in broad daylight immediately."

"As expected of you, who's the second one?" Yan Hongye glanced at the name on the matchmaking card.

"It's still the same dream. Li Mochou has a junior sister named Xiaolongnu. She has lived in the sect since childhood and has never left the mountain. She also cultivates martial arts that require little thought, desire, or interest."

"Seeing how cold she was, I often liked to tease her. I even tried it out. If I punched a fair-skinned and beautiful girl like her, she could cry for half an incense stick's time."

"Amidst all the bickering and joking, one day her internal energy cultivation, which required a pure and desireless mind, was inexplicably broken, and I realized that she had actually fallen in love."

Yan Hongye remained silent for a while before saying:

"Is the third one going to be the same dream?"

"The third and fourth were both from another dream. Both were ruthless female demons who could kill without restraint. In the end, they both wanted to reform themselves for me, but I resolutely refused them, so one became a nun and the other lived in seclusion on a deserted island."

"What about the fifth and sixth?"

"A righteous saintess who cares for all living beings, and a peerless woman of talent who prefers to live in seclusion."

Yan Hongye raised her eyebrows slightly:
"You rejected them all too?"

The silver-haired youth spoke softly:
"I killed one with my own hands, and I sent the other to another world."

Yan Hongye's expression hardened slightly, and she said slowly:
"Could I be the seventh one?"

"After Junior Sister resumed her studies of the Profound Heart Mystery Technique, she became even more intelligent."

After writing Yan Hongye's name on the last wooden plaque in his hand, Zhuang Buran hung it on the shelf:

"I have never understood what love is; I only know how to write the word 'betrayal'."

"Junior sister, on the Lantern Festival in seven days, in the capital, if you do not adopt the attitude of killing me, you will die, Master and Mistress will die, and all the people of the world will die as well. I hope you will think carefully before you act."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-haired youth vanished from the spot like a phantom, leaving Yan Hongye standing there with a bewildered expression.

She didn't rush to find anyone's whereabouts. Instead, she picked up a pen from the shelf and, expressionless, carefully wrote the silver-haired youth's name on the wooden sign, followed by her own.

Seven days later, in the capital.

After Xuanxin Zhengzong divined that the capital was the place where the Heavenly Demon Chong Qi Sha would meet its calamity, he made advance arrangements to temporarily relocate the people to a safe place.

At this moment, there was still half an incense stick's time before midnight, but the Xuanxin Sect members and the Yinyue Demon were seen hiding in the shadows as if facing a formidable enemy, seemingly ready to strike at any moment after sensing the unusual activity.

Life is but a dream, how much joy can it hold!

A sound with a hint of laughter drifted across the sky above the capital city:

"Since it is the Lantern Festival, how can it be so lifeless? Let me give you all a great dream as a festival gift."

A strange force swept down, and everyone, like wooden puppets or clay sculptures, involuntarily closed their eyes and emitted clear, long snores.

In a dreamlike state, everyone gathered together, watching the fireworks display alongside the common people.

"Fireworks viewing should be paired with fine wine."

Not far from Yan Hongye, Qi Ye, Jin Guang, and the others, a young man carrying a gun smiled and said:

"I have some homemade peach blossom wine. Would you all like a few cups?"

"Liuyun, what's going on?" Sima Sanniang hurriedly stepped forward.

"It's just a dream. There are no righteous or demonic sects here, no world-saving or world-destroying forces. Everyone can enjoy the Lantern Festival to the fullest."

As Zhuang Buran spoke, he picked up a jar of wine and poured out more than ten bowls:
"Red Leaf, Master's Wife, Master, Uncle, Golden Light, Seven Nights, the Four Generals of Xuanxin, and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, would you be willing to drink with me?"

(End of this chapter)