The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Shenxian Pavilion.

"Change to a different batch!"

The voice came from the private room on the second floor, carrying an air of imperious composure.

A group of beautiful women descended from upstairs, their jewelry jingling and their fragrance wafting in the air.

They wore professional smiles, but their eyes clearly showed some confusion and dissatisfaction.

Downstairs in the lobby, people were talking animatedly.

"How many batches is this now?"

Someone counted the people coming down from upstairs and clicked their tongue, "There must have been at least five or six groups, right?"

"Is that young master in the private room upstairs choosing a concubine?"

Someone joked:

"Perhaps it's just that the young master is too proud and wants to meet Miss Yun."

"You don't want to ask directly, so you're being so generous?"

Everyone laughed.

Before the laughter subsided, a burly cook came down from the private room.

The cook weighed at least 200 pounds, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and a face full of fat; the floor trembled when he walked.

He looked dejected and muttered, "I almost got it."

Everyone looked at each other.

Inside the private room.

The madam, Xu Niang, listened to the discussions downstairs and broke out in a cold sweat.

She stood at the door of the private room, the handkerchief in her hand twisted into a pretzel.

The young master in front of us has booked the entire second floor today, and he's spending money like water.

The girls met thirty or forty men, and even two of the cooks from the kitchen were called up.

She really didn't know what this man wanted.

Looking at the man opposite her, who was as burly as an iron tower, Xu Niang smiled awkwardly and said:

"Young master, may I take the liberty of returning the silver to you?"

Xia Chuan waved his hand, his tone as bold as if he were scattering sand:

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who's short of money?"

His gaze swept across to the opposite compartment, where, through the half-open door, he could see a graceful figure playing the pipa.

The figure was slender and graceful, half-hidden, and the sound of the pipa, plaintive and sorrowful, drifted over intermittently.

"Besides, isn't there another one in your building?"

The woman looked troubled, and she wrung the handkerchief even tighter in her hand:

"However, it is not appropriate for Miss Yun to show herself today; she should only play the zither in the building."

Xia Chuan's face showed displeasure, his brows furrowed, and his tone became more forceful:

"What kind of talk is that?"

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and slightly raised his chin.

"What I, Gao Haoguang, want, I must get."

I won't leave until I see that courtesan today.

Cold sweat poured down the middle of the woman's forehead, and her handkerchief was soaked through.

"However, Miss Yun is on her period today, and I'm afraid it will spoil your enjoyment, sir."

Upon hearing this, Xia Chuan's face lit up with joy, his eyes shining brightly:

"Is there really such a good thing?"

"I, Gao Haoguang, love blood food the most!"

Such a divine delicacy, let alone eating it, even just smelling it a couple of times can prolong life.

Xu Niang's smile froze completely on her face.

Ignoring her horrified gaze, Xia Chuan pulled a stack of silver notes from his sleeve and slammed them heavily on the table:

"Please invite them quickly, money is no object."

The stack of banknotes was about an inch thick, and all of them were the largest denominations.

Xu Niang's gaze darted back and forth between the silver note and Xia Chuan's face several times before she finally reached out and put the silver note away.

"I'll call Miss Yun over right away."

In the inn room.

The group sat around a table with a glowing teleportation talisman on it. Jin Miao's magic power maintained the image and sound within the talisman.

Xia Chuan's voice was transmitted through the telepathic talisman, word for word.

"I, Gao Haoguang, love blood food the most."

"Such a divine delicacy, let alone eating it, just smelling it a couple of times can prolong life."

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Jin Miao, Bai Xiaoxiao, and Hu Dasheng couldn't stop glancing at Gao Haoguang.

Gao Haoguang's face turned bright red, from his ears all the way down to his neck, like a boiled shrimp.

"Made up!!!"

He made all of this up!

Hai Shan sighed, patted Gao Haoguang on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"It's alright, little brother Haoguang, I understand you."

Gao Haoguang looked at his only true friend who understood him, his eyes filled with emotion.

Hai Shan's tone was meaningful:

"It's best to treat these symptoms as early as possible."

Gao Haoguang, unable to bear it any longer, flew into a rage and kicked Haishan:

"It's at sea level!!!"

Jin Miao's eyes were complicated as she watched the two of them playfully fighting.

No wonder the museum owner specifically sought out these three for help.

I originally thought that investigating the Nirvana Corpse lurking in this area would be very troublesome.

But the innate supernatural abilities of these two people truly opened her eyes.

The gray-haired boy touched the corpse that had drained his life force, and a spark of green fire ignited.

The boy with heterochromia said, "It's fate."

Skipping all investigation, they directly determined that the corpse was indeed a member of the Divine Immortal Pavilion.

After confirming that no one at Shenxian Pavilion had requested leave today.

Everyone unanimously decided to let Xia Chuan, who had no magical powers, go in to find the Nirvana Corpse.

Xia Chuan lived up to expectations.

He possesses a charming personality that makes him approachable and wealthy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the identity of the Nirvana Corpse had already been confirmed.

That's Yun Qing, the most beautiful courtesan from the Immortal Pavilion.

"Stop it, stop it."

"The person has come in."

Everyone quickly gathered around the teleportation talisman.

In the video, the door to the private room is gently pushed open.

A woman with delicate features slowly walked in.

She held a pipa in her arms, half of her face hidden behind it, only her watery eyes showing.

"This humble woman is Yun Qing, and greets you, sir."

Xia Chuan looked surprised the moment he saw Yun Qing.

This guy's appearance was actually no different from that of an ordinary person.

She had fair skin and delicate features, and was even prettier than the girls downstairs.

If it weren't for the fact that Xia Chuan could directly see her soul, which was completely different from ordinary people, after he acquired the [Lord of the Underworld], he would have been able to see it directly.

You might actually be fooled.

Indeed, there was something extraordinary about it.

Xia Chuan's vigilance increased slightly.

However, he put on a lecherous expression, his eyes roaming over Yun Qing's body.

"Hehe, Miss Yun, please take a seat quickly."

Anyway, he's a pervert now, so he can look at whatever he wants.

Yun Qing smiled and bowed slightly:

"Then I will be very rude."

She gracefully sat down, placed the pipa beside her, and naturally folded her hands on her knees.

Seeing Yun Qing take his seat.

Xia Chuan tapped the table a few times without making a sound.

This was the pre-arranged signal he and the others had given to get here.

Then she suddenly moved closer to Yun Qing, looking completely captivated.

"Miss Yun, you smell so good."

Faced with such frank behavior, Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting this "Young Master Gao" to be so direct.

A blush crept onto her face, and she turned slightly away shyly, avoiding Xia Chuan's approach.

"This, young master, this humble woman does not yet know your name."

Xia Chuan seemed to wake from a dream, and suddenly slapped his forehead, looking annoyed.

He hurriedly said:

"My name is Gao Haoguang, and I came here with my father, Gao Chuan, to sell tea."

Just when the night was unbearably lonely, I heard of the virtuous and talented Miss Yun in the Immortal Pavilion—

As he spoke, his gaze kept wandering over Yun Qing:

"Having seen it today, I can confirm that its reputation is well-deserved."

Yun Qing was quite surprised, her eyes widening slightly: "Young Master Gao, are you actually a tea merchant?"

No wonder he's so rich.

Xia Chuan patted his chest, making a loud thumping sound:

"That's natural. My family's business spans both the north and south, and it's quite large."

He talked nonsense, and the more he talked, the more outrageous it became.

Looking at Xia Chuan's simple and innocent appearance, Yun Qing was extremely satisfied.

He's rich and powerful, but simple-minded; he's utterly gullible.

More importantly, he's from out of town.

She's only been here a few days, and she's exactly looking for a fat sheep like this, who has no local roots.

Looking at Xia Chuan's strong and muscular physique, Yun Qing swallowed hard without making a sound.

If we can consume his life force, it will definitely speed up his recovery.

On the other side...

Inside the theater.

A figure wearing a Zhong Kui mask was quietly emerging from the theater.

Chu Kui actually had a secret all along.

Ever since he found this Zhong Kui mask, a remnant soul of his ancestor has been inside his body.

In layman's terms, there's an old man inside him named Old Man Wang.

According to Wang himself, he seemed to have been a seeker of the Dharma during his lifetime.

Even after death, the lingering soul remains attached to the mask, waiting for a destined person.

Chu Kui can borrow the old man's strength to some extent.

This includes, but is not limited to, changing facial makeup or breathing fire.

And so, Chu Kui was a rising star during the day.

At night, once they put on their masks and night clothes, they become masked heroes who protect the peace of the area.

Not long ago, he heard that a corpse had been found near the Immortal Pavilion.

Tonight, he will transform into a masked hero and investigate the true nature of the Immortal Pavilion.