After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

Chapter 117 Enlarged Version of Shen Nianxi

"What happened?"

The Kitchen God stared at the firefly demon who had vanished in an instant, and for a long time he couldn't quite process what had happened.

"Tsukihime? You did this? I can't even start my fire! When did you become so powerful?"

Yueji remained silent, looking up as she searched for a trace of wind amidst the fireworks.

It is ethereal and fleeting, something you want to hold onto but can't quite grasp.

She has been chasing this kind of wind for over a thousand years.

"The Firefly Demon has disappeared?" Shen Nianxi frowned. Ning An was under her jurisdiction, and she was the most anxious person at the moment.

"Hmm." Tsukihime said wistfully, "The fireflies shouldn't cause any problems anymore. Your goal was just to drive them away, right?"

"That's true... but who can extinguish the Kitchen God's fire?"

"I'm puzzled too. My fire is all taken from the hearths and incense offerings of ordinary people! Even the Heavenly King himself couldn't extinguish it!"

The Kitchen God was furious, his face turning red from holding it in. He kept coughing, but could only cough out a few puffs of white smoke, without producing any fireballs.

"Tsukihime, you must know something, stop hiding it!"

"I don't know," Tsukihime shook her head again.

At this moment, the Buddhist disciple, who had just been scolded, tidied himself up and walked back, holding his prayer beads.

He almost lost his composure, and now that he thinks about it, it was a terrible waste. He was just an ordinary mortal, a rough, uncouth man from the mountains who was soliciting customers.

Although he was eloquent, he couldn't outwit a scoundrel.

He could laugh off an ordinary scoundrel, but that middle-aged man just now... brought back some shameful memories.

The supernatural powers and spiritual memories of Buddhism have been passed down through generations. As a Buddhist disciple of this generation, he inherited not only the supernatural powers but also the deep-seated hatred from hundreds of years ago.

Back then, that middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in rags like a beggar, came to the foot of his Buddhist Lingshan Mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the top, the young monk slapped him once, the old monk slapped him three times, and the abbot slapped him ten times.

He even slapped his ancestor so hard that his flesh was bloody and mangled, humiliating him to death.

Shameless, shameless.

Thinking of this, the Buddhist disciple even smiled again. Sure enough, that immortal was a complete scoundrel; otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted so inappropriately.

How could he have lost his Buddha-nature for no reason? It turns out he was thinking of that scoundrel again!

"Moon Princess, besides that person, only Yuan You can blow out the Kitchen God's fire. You have a close relationship with Yuan You. Who else could it be but you?" the Buddhist monk asked with a smile.

"A beggar," Tsukihime glanced at him disdainfully. "Haven't you been insulted enough yet?"

The Buddhist disciple clasped his hands together and said, "This humble monk was only afraid that the Buddha in my heart would punish that mortal. In order not to harm the mortal, I forcefully suppressed it, which is why I lost my composure."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It's okay to be scolded a few times. Mortals will always suffer karmic retribution, but it's still better than death or injury."

Yueji rolled her eyes. "Now that the fireflies have dispersed and the immortals haven't appeared, what are we still doing here?"

The Buddhist disciple chuckled, "Wouldn't it be better to stay and see this world?"

"Didn't you hear how that person cursed you? Do you really think that all mortals respect you? They were just being polite because they didn't want you to spoil their festive mood," Yue Ji said coldly.

"This humble monk has his own judgment," the Buddhist monk said calmly. "Since Lady Yue and Benefactor Shen do not wish for this humble monk to appear, then this humble monk will leave."

"Get out of here quickly."

"Before I leave, I must say something to Yueji: If you do not acknowledge the great feat of the Kitchen God's fire being blown out and the firefly spirit being lured away, then you will have to pin the blame on that immortal."

"Everyone here can see clearly that this will only confirm the fact that the immortal was hiding in Ning'an."

"What's it to you?" Tsukihime asked coldly.

"Yes, it truly has nothing to do with this humble monk." The Buddhist monk shook his head and smiled, flicking his prayer beads through the flames, which began to spin rapidly, ready to carry him away...

Those who were still toasting and eating at the wedding banquet were stunned when they saw this scene.

"Greetings, Your humble monk."

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But before he could fly two meters, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew from the mountaintop, sending him flying another ten meters or so. He could no longer take flight and plummeted straight down.

"!"

A loud bang came from the valley, leaving everyone present stunned.

"Hey! Why did that monk jump off the mountain?"

"I don't know, why would he do something like this! This whole mess... I just saw a monk showing up at someone else's wedding banquet, and I thought he was crazy, so I tried to reason with him and tell him not to cause trouble..."

"Damn it, I should have kicked him out in the first place!"

"What if someone dies?"

"He's alright!" A groomsman, peering down from the edge of the cliff, exclaimed. "He's not dead yet. I saw him get up and walk again, but it looks like he has a broken bone..."

"Should we call an ambulance?"

"No need to call, no need to call!" the Kitchen God said cheerfully. "Don't worry, his leg ailment will heal quickly! That's my friend; he does have some mental issues!"

The Kitchen God has an honest and kind face, and his hearty laugh gives him a friendly and approachable quality that makes people feel joyful with him. He can convince people with just a few words.

The wind was still blowing on the mountaintop, and with nothing else to do, the monsters dared not fly around recklessly. They could only walk down the mountain step by step to leave.

Perhaps soon the news that flying is prohibited on Moon Red Mountain will spread, and many skeptical monsters will still try it out.

Strangely, the fireworks and cannons drifted more and more gracefully through the air, as if silently warning that only white clouds, flocks of birds, and fireworks were allowed to exist in Ning'an's sky.

"Come on, everyone, eat and drink to your heart's content!"

Because Shen Nianxi gave each couple a generous red envelope, the host family treated her and Yueji with exceptional hospitality.

However, they had small appetites and weren't used to drinking alcohol, but they drank several bottles of the beverages they brought with them.

The Kitchen God had long forgotten about the firefly demon and was running back and forth between several tables of wine.

Perhaps due to the principle that alcohol aids combustion, his hair slowly started to burn again.

"Moon Princess," Shen Nianxi asked after the last demon had left, "There's no one else here. Can you tell me about them?"

"It looks just like him." Yueji said sadly, "This Temple of the Old Man Under the Moon might be hiding some of his relics."

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"After all, it's the Matchmaker Temple in Ning'an, so it's normal for them to have some stock."

"Is that so?" Shen Nianxi was confused. She thought she could handle things on her own, but she was still being held back at every turn.

Taking the blame for Chen Tianhe and collecting money from those wealthy and famous people were minor matters, but the anger infuriated her.

What's more, they even spread false information about the Pure Yang Taoist.

Today's matter was just a small thing about the Firefly Demon, but because it involved the Heartless Taoist, it turned what should have been a simple matter into a complicated one.

Shen Nianxi sighed, wondering if Zhang Chen would come to the hotel tonight.

The girl admitted that she was someone who only liked to indulge in fleeting pleasures, and that she had lofty ambitions, but was always forced into them.

Her family background, environment, and fate were all forcing her to become strong.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. Shen Nianxi looked at the newlyweds and felt desolate.

As night fell, lights came on in every house. She looked at the lights, but couldn't tell which one was left on for her.

She couldn't help but ask Yueji, "Nearly half of the people who get married today are likely to cheat within seven years, and 30% are likely to get divorced within ten years. Is marriage a tragedy?"

"Marriage can lead to tragedy, but love cannot," Yueji said. "Although I have pondered this for countless years, I still do not understand what the word 'love' is."

At this moment, two little rabbits emerged from the cave on the cliff. They were not transformed great demons, but simply spirits with decades of cultivation.

There are many rabbits on Moon Red Mountain.

The male rabbit picked up a firecracker that hadn't completely burned off from the ground, and then grabbed a lighter from a table, setting off small firecrackers to amuse the female rabbit.

The mother rabbit loved the sound of firecrackers; she was so happy that her ears perked up.

Before long, three baby rabbits emerged from the rabbit burrow. It seems that the rabbits of Moon Red Mountain can learn to speak human language from a young age.

A little rabbit asked: "Who saw Mommy's face wash? The firecracker dust is so thick, I need to wash my face."

Another rabbit said foolishly: I took it to wash my face.

The last rabbit wiped its bottom with straw: No wonder I had diarrhea.

The two big rabbits chuckled when they heard the conversation between the three little rabbits.

Shen Nianxi laughed as well, and suddenly felt that having a home was truly wonderful.

"Nianxi, if what you want to do is too difficult or too tiring, it's okay to give it up." Yueji watched the girl's every move. "Find someone who likes you and whom you like, and live a good life together. A simple and peaceful life is the true life."

"Tsukihime, how can I tell if someone likes me?"

"It's very simple. You can tell the difference between someone who contacts you during their free time and someone who makes time for you."

"What do you mean?"

"One is that I thought of you, and the other is that I miss you."

"The person who loves you is most willing to give up their time," Tsukihime said.

Shen Nianxi was slightly taken aback, and her expression became even more aggrieved.

What Zhang Chen was most reluctant to part with was time. Even though each time was only a few minutes, he couldn't bear to waste it.

"But there are countless people who like you, while you probably don't have many who like you," Tsukihime comforted her again. "As long as you have no regrets, that's enough."

"Tell me, what stage have you two reached?"

"...the stage of 0.5 times."

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"Tsukihime, let me tell you, last time I was in front of him, he didn't even react."

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"It's not that I have absolutely no reaction, maybe I only have desire, and I strained my dantian a while ago."

Tsukihime covered her face, "Is there really a man in this world who could hurt you like this?"

"...I don't understand either." Shen Nianxi rubbed her lower abdomen, "but that feeling of my dantian sinking down is the same every time I see him."

"What?" Tsukihime was taken aback. "Tell me in detail."

"Sink your dantian...sink your qi to your dantian," Shen Nianxi tilted her head and said, "Is there something wrong with that?"

"That feeling, is it..." Yue Ji whispered something in Shen Nianxi's ear.

This time it was Shen Nianxi's turn to be stunned. "You, how did you know? It's that feeling of emptiness and loneliness, a sense of weightlessness."

"Nianxi," Yueji said solemnly, "I thought that after you developed your own emotions, you became an independent and complete person, but now it seems..."

"What?"

"I can't say more to you about the rest," Tsukihime sighed. "This is troublesome, really troublesome."

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"You should take a taxi back and rest first. I have something to do at the Yue Lao Temple."

"What is it?"

"Sever a karmic ties."

mountain top.

"Wow, these clothes are so beautiful, are we really allowed to wear them?"

"We're just killing time anyway," Zhang Chen waved his hand and said, "It's fine for you to wear these down the mountain."

The man and woman exchanged a glance. "We may be poor, but we are not poor in spirit. You have already helped us a lot, we can't ask for more."

"We can exchange stories." Zhang Chen gestured for the two to sit down, then beckoned to Xiao Shuyao and Su Qinghe, who were standing as punishment nearby.

"Xiao Xiao, Xiao Su, bring some fruit over."

Xiao Shuyao and Su Qinghe were taken aback, realizing that Zhang Chen was talking to them. They hadn't expected that they would actually be treated like maids.

Although the two women had never done this kind of work before, they didn't want to embarrass Zhang Chen.

When the fruit was served, Zhang Chen placed a flower in the center of the table, and the young couple began to tell their story.

The man fell in love with the woman at first sight because she looked a lot like a childhood playmate he had never seen again since they grew up.

The woman developed feelings for the man over time. They met at the factory, and every time the man asked the woman out to dinner, he was always half an hour late.

Moreover, they always went to the same restaurant.

One time, the woman couldn't take it anymore. She felt that the man was being unreasonable, always making her wait so long. She was also losing patience, so she decided to stop seeing him.

But one day, the woman went to that restaurant again and found that the taste had changed.

She asked the owner, who said, "Once upon a time, there was a man who always loved to come to the restaurant and cook for the girl he liked..."

After that, she reconciled with the man and fell in love with this man who was not good with words but was sincere.

On another occasion, a woman was in a car accident and suffered temporary amnesia. However, the day after the man took care of her, she confessed her feelings to him, saying that even though she had lost her memory, she would still love him.

After that, the man decided to marry the woman, but her family demanded a large dowry, which the man couldn't afford. So, the two eloped to this temple dedicated to the Old Man Under the Moon to get married...

Zhang Chen sensed the pure love between the two of them and knew they were right.

He then gave the wedding clothes to the young couple and allowed them to hold a wedding ceremony in the courtyard.

After thanking them, the couple snuggled together and pushed their bicycles down the mountain.

At this moment, the firefly floated out of the flower, a tiny golden speck that transformed into a little girl before Zhang Chen's eyes.

"That man should have fallen in love with you at first sight," Zhang Chen said.

The girl nodded, silently wiping away her tears.

"I can tell they'll be very happy in the future. What are your plans?"

The girl shook her head and pointed down the mountain.

"Okay, go ahead."

The little girl turned back into a speck of dust and drifted into the sky.

Zhang Chen looked into the courtyard, where there was a cluster of golden fireflies, all waiting for him to help them decide their future.

"What were you saying just now? Were you talking to the Firefly?" Su Qinghe and Xiao Shuyao asked as they gathered around.

"Firefly spirits are very magical creatures," Zhang Chen said. "They accompany lonely children, playing with them and leaving them with the deepest and most beautiful memories."

"As a result, when those children grow up, they often fall in love with someone similar, unaware that the firefly spirit has always been by their side. Because fireflies also have feelings, and they are also lonely, only children can see them..."

"Humans and demons are destined to be apart," Zhang Chen sighed.

As soon as he sighed, Zhang Chen suddenly froze, looking towards the dark corner where a person was slowly walking out.

Like a larger version of Shen Nianxi, she continued Zhang Chen's words, speaking softly: "During this period, the fireflies must witness the person they like fall in love with someone who is modeled after them."

"They will observe whether the couple is happy, and if so, they will sacrifice themselves to bless them."

The woman approached him, exuding a chilling aura.

How sinister... Zhang Chen thought.

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