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Chapter 131 If I call your name, will you dare to answer?
Qingfeng Mingyue's barbed and sarcastic insults not only infuriated the Silver Furnace Boy and Zhu Ganglie at the door, but also faintly chuckled from behind the half-closed door of Wuzhuang Temple.

Inside the Taoist temple courtyard, several young Taoist priests who remained were peering out through the crack in the door, exchanging glances and looking on with expressions of anticipation.

One of the round-faced Taoist priests covered his mouth and chuckled, whispering to the person next to him, "Look, we have some guests. They've really run into Qingfeng and Mingyue's sharp tongues and tricks. This is going to be quite a show."

Another tall, thin Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, gloating, "That's right! If anyone in the temple accidentally offends them, they'll be nagged about it for three days straight. They could even turn a stone into dust from all the scolding. Today, this outsider has really run into a brick wall."

At this moment, a slightly older Taoist priest who appeared to be in charge approached the door, peeked in, and frowned slightly. A more cautious Taoist priest beside him couldn't help but lean closer and whispered, "..."

"Senior brother, the treasure in that child's hand does look quite convincing. What if it really is a celestial child from the Tushita Palace? If he gets angry after being banished, he might complain to Laozi..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Taoist priest in charge curled his lip and snorted dismissively.
"What does it have to do with us? If anyone asks, just say that Qingfeng and Mingyue blocked the door tightly, and we didn't see any guests at all, let alone know who they are." With these words, he instantly absolved himself of all responsibility.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests immediately understood, and the worry on their faces was instantly replaced by schadenfreude.

The round-faced Taoist priest chuckled and chimed in, “That’s right! Every grievance has its source and every debt its debtor. If you want to file a complaint, Qingfeng and Mingyue will take care of it. Who told them to be so boastful with their words all the time?”

"Hehe, let's make a bet, guess how long it will take Qingfeng Mingyue to make those guys outside slink away with their tails between their legs?"

The tall, thin Taoist priest, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, made a suggestion that drew chuckles from the others.

Outside the door, the barrage of foul language from Qingfeng and Mingyue was quite powerful.

Silver Furnace Boy's pitiful vocabulary and limited knowledge were completely defeated. His little face turned red, and his eyes were red with anxiety. He could only tremble and cry out to Chen Guangrui in a wronged tone, "Mr. Chen! They...they said such awful things, what should we do?"

Zhu Ganglie was so angry that he kept grunting. He wanted to curse back, but his mouth was no match for those two cunning boys.
He yelled a few vulgar words, which only drew more sarcastic ridicule from Qingfeng and Mingyue, making him so ashamed that his face turned purple and he could only pant heavily, his rake making a hole in the ground.

Even Yuan Shoucheng, who had experienced the ways of the world, frowned and muttered under his breath, "Tsk tsk, those two kids, their mouths are so foul, even worse than a shrew cursing in the street at a temple fair..."

Chen Guangrui remained aloof, his gaze sweeping between the clear breeze and bright moon and the crucial note, pondering in his mind who the accountant was.

Hearing the Silver Furnace Boy's tearful plea for help, he slowly pulled himself out of his thoughts, looked at the boy who was almost bursting with anger, and repeated in a calm but extremely clear tone, "How do we deal with them?"

The Silver Furnace Boy was stunned, his large, tear-filled eyes filled with confusion and questions.

Chen Guangrui pointed to the jade bottle that the silver-burning boy was clutching tightly in his arms, then glanced at the bulging purple-gold gourd at his waist, his expression one of utter nonchalance.

"If they use words, you use yours. If you have a weapon, are you just going to stand there and take the insults?"

Silver Furnace Boy was a little confused, and he gripped the bottle even tighter. "Huh? Just attack them? Is that okay? If we beat them both up, Zhenyuan Daxian will come after us..."

Chen Guangrui found his timid and hesitant demeanor somewhat amusing. He slightly curled the corners of his lips, his voice remaining steady.

"They've already insulted you, why are you worried about not being able to hit them? You have Laozi of the Tushita Palace behind you. If you hit them, they should be the ones who are upset."

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward Qingfeng Mingyue, "Go ahead and take it."

These words were spoken directly and with a strong sense of confidence, as if they were simply stating a solution.

Looking at Chen Guangrui's calm gaze, and then at the two hateful children opposite him who were still jumping up and down and cursing, the Silver Furnace Boy finally overwhelmed his hesitation with a surge of fierceness and grievance.

He abruptly wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and a fierce determination flashed across his face. He gripped the jade bottle tightly in his right hand, pointed the bottle at Qingfeng, who was still talking incessantly with his hands on his hips, and shouted with all his might, "Qingfeng!"

Qingfeng was in the middle of a tirade when he was suddenly called by name. He instinctively turned to look at the Silver Furnace Boy and was about to retort, "Why are you calling me...?"

The words have not yet been spoken!

Suddenly, the jade bottle burst forth with an incomparably dazzling radiance, and a tremendous suction force instantly locked onto the breeze.

The sneer and smugness on Qingfeng's face instantly turned into extreme horror and disbelief. He felt an irresistible force pulling him, and his body uncontrollably turned into a streak of light, and with a "whoosh," he was forcibly sucked into the small bottle opening.

The whole process was breathtakingly fast.

The bottle's light flashed briefly and then vanished, as if nothing had happened. Only the bottle itself swayed slightly.

Mingyue, who had just been chiming in, witnessed this lightning-fast scene. He pointed to the spot where Qingfeng had disappeared, his mouth wide open, his sarcastic expression completely frozen, his eyes filled with extreme fear after being stunned. His face turned as white as paper, his legs began to tremble, and he even forgot to scream.

The whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The Silver Furnace Boy felt much better after the breeze subsided. Without hesitation, he swiftly reached for the purple-gold gourd at his waist with his left hand.

When Mingyue saw the gourd, shimmering with golden light, pointing at her, she was terrified. Her scream caught in her throat, and her body instinctively tried to shrink back!

"Bright Moon!" the Silver Furnace Boy shouted again.

This time, Mingyue learned his lesson! He kept his mouth tightly shut, shook his head desperately, and shuffled backward, trying to avoid the gourd's opening. Although he was sharp-tongued and sarcastic, he dared not respond again.

When the Silver Furnace Boy saw that he didn't respond, he frowned and immediately put on a mocking expression. "What? Weren't you so good at cursing just now? Turns out you're just a cowardly wimp who only knows how to bully honest people. You didn't even dare to answer a word. Bah! Trash!"

"You...you're saying who wouldn't dare?!" Mingyue couldn't stand being provoked, especially by a doll he had just looked down on.

Coupled with the immense pressure from the glittering golden gourd before him and the terrifying shock of his companion's recent capture, a surge of shame and indignation overwhelmed him. Almost instinctively, he wanted to prove he wasn't a coward, and he screamed back, "Grandpa, I..."

He had barely uttered those three words when the rest of his sentence was still stuck in his throat!
The purple-gold gourd suddenly trembled, and an invisible suction force, even larger and more domineering than before, burst forth from its mouth.

The stubbornness in Mingyue's eyes instantly turned into overwhelming regret and fear. He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before his entire body was swallowed by the golden light. With a "whoosh," he was also turned into a stream of light and sucked into the gourd.

The gourd's mouth lost its luster and returned to its previous rustic appearance, only swaying slightly.

The entrance to Wuzhuang Temple suddenly fell into a deathly silence. Only the rustling of leaves in the mountain wind could be heard.

The once noisy mountain gate was now empty except for Yinlu Tongzi, who was holding a bottle in one hand and a gourd in the other, and Yuan Shoucheng and Zhu Ganglie, who were watching in astonishment.

The Silver Furnace Boy looked down at the bottle and gourd in his hands, then looked up at the empty doorway, then at Chen Guangrui. The fierce look on his face faded, leaving only a sense of helplessness, as if he had completed a task, and a hint of confusion. He stammered, "..."

"And then, now that no one's stopping us, shall we go in?"

Chen Guangrui's gaze returned to the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, his eyes deep. He nodded and took the lead in walking towards the slightly ajar door. "Yes, let's go in."

(End of this chapter)