Calabash Fairy

After a night of philosophical discussion, Fang Yan and Zhang Chenghuang's relationship clearly grew much closer.

As Zhang Chenghuang left, Fang Yan looked at the table full of delicious food that had barely been touched, so he simply dispelled his magic, picked up his chopsticks, and chuckled:

"Now that we've already paid, we can't let this table of good food and wine go to waste."

Perhaps Lu Zhang had mentioned his true form to the City God, because all the dishes on the table were vegetarian, without any meat. Fang Yan himself had not eaten such exquisite dishes in a long time, so he was quite interested in them.

Having eaten too many spiritual fruits on the mountain, it's good to come down and taste the delicacies of the human world for a change of pace.

As the tallest restaurant in the ancient ferry city, Shengjing Tower offers a panoramic view of half the city from its location.

Especially at night, the city is brightly lit, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.

However, judging from the money pouch on the table, this City God Zhang of Gudu City is a meticulous person despite his serious appearance.

This person was of great help to him in his Shinto practice.

"Speaking of which, I had a vague feeling when I entered the city yesterday that quite a few disciples from immortal sects with spiritual energy had already appeared there..."

With the City God's birthday banquet approaching, the local deities and gods, who need to be in charge of their respective territories, will mostly arrive later.

The immortal sects surrounding Ancient Ferry City are mostly small cultivation forces without complete lineages, far inferior to the Rainbow Robe Immortal Sect.

However, when he first arrived in the city yesterday, a small immortal sect that Lu Zhang mentioned caught his attention.

"The lineage left behind by Daoist Qingxuan, the Qingxuan Daoist Temple..."

"Since we have nothing else to do, we might as well take a look later. Judging from Lu Zhang's words, things don't seem to be going too well for the Qingxuan Taoist Temple..."

Unbeknownst to Fang Yan at that moment, a golden light flashed across the statue of the Kitchen God, who was enshrined in the room by the manager of Shengjinglou. The statue, dressed in a bright red robe and with a smiling, amiable expression, was accompanied by an old, gentle voice.

"Heh~ it's about time I met this gourd doll."

But the next moment, the Kitchen God statue suddenly jumped up! And the offering table shook violently!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty?!!!"

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After an incense stick had burned, when the waiter went up to the top floor, he only saw some empty plates and wine pots.

"...Strange, we didn't see Mr. Zhang and those two gentlemen leave through the main gate yesterday either..."

Meanwhile, Fang Yan, carrying the money bag given to him by the City God, strolled leisurely down the bustling street toward the residence of the people from Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

As Lu Zhang had previously stated, the original Qingxuan Taoist Temple was not located near the ancient ferry city. It was only because the Qingxuan Taoist seemed to have perished in the Ten Thousand Mountains that the Qingxuan Taoist Temple was moved here more than 150 years ago.

The purpose, of course, is to retrieve the remains of the patriarch...

"Back then, Fairy Yunhua retrieved the remains of Daoist Qingxuan from the Black Crow King, a demon king who had existed for ten thousand years, and was even poisoned by the poison of the primordial spirit in the process."

"Even Qingxuan Daoist himself has not cultivated to that level, so his Qingxuan Daoist Temple, which has only been established for a few hundred years, is naturally powerless to do so."

As Fang Yan pondered, he soon arrived near the Qingxuan Taoist Temple's base in Gudu City, and looked towards the temple with slight surprise.

Inside the Taoist temple, two groups of people, one dressed in blue Taoist robes and the other in black robes, were locked in a tense standoff.

"Yu Zhenzi, with your Qingxuan Dao Temple's current strength, you simply cannot protect that spiritual field. Our Taihe Sect is willing to buy it for three hundred treasure coins, which is already more than enough."

"Rather than letting other sects snatch it away, it's better to sell it to our Taihe Sect. We can get a lot of cultivation resources in return. Let's not ruin our harmony..."

The middle-aged, burly man leading the group in black robes looked sincere, as if he were genuinely trying to persuade them. However, in the eyes of the Qingxuan Taoist Temple members, this was utterly despicable!

This is a blatant threat!

Yu Zhenzi waved his whisk and said calmly:

"Our sect has no intention of reselling that spiritual field. Gentlemen of Taihe Sect, please return."

The burly man leading the Taihe Sect narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, gripped the wrist guard on his wrist, and chuckled after a moment:

"Since that's the case, please reconsider carefully, lest you regret it later."

"Let's go!"

After the burly man finished speaking, his expression darkened, and he turned and left!

"These guys are really going too far! We cultivated that spiritual field bit by bit!"

"I think they not only want that spirit field, but also the spirit land of our Qingxuan Taoist Temple!"

The Taoist disciples behind Yu Zhenzi were indignant, but he only sighed slightly.

The disciples were right; what these people wanted was the sacred land where their Taoist temple was located.

But now the power is stronger than people. In the mortal world, a piece of land still has land deeds and other documents as proof, and is managed by the government. But in the cultivation world, there are no such things.

Whether or not one can protect the sacred land depends entirely on their own abilities.

If you lack the ability but still occupy a sacred land and its spiritual veins, it's only natural that someone else takes it away. No one will stand up for you; this rule has always been so blatant.

The current abbot has gone to the Rainbow Robe Immortal Sect to retrieve the remains of his ancestor and has not yet returned. Another abbot is stationed at the Azure Mystery Temple, and facing these ever-approaching wolves, he can only do his best to hold on...

In fact, the reason why their Qingxuan Taoist Temple has fallen into such a state is because they do not have enough cultivation resources. They have only inherited some spiritual plant master skills in the various arts of cultivation.

Yu Zhenzi shook his head, intending to turn around and return to the house, but suddenly saw a figure in a green robe walking towards him and entering the Taoist temple.

Seeing this, the disciples nearby thought that a pilgrim had come and quickly stopped making noise. Just as they were about to step forward to greet him, Yu Zhenzi stopped them with a gesture.

Yu Zhenzi's expression became somewhat solemn, and he cupped his hands and said:

"May I ask which esteemed deity graces us with their presence? Perhaps our Qingxuan Taoist Temple has incurred some offense in the past?"

Seeing that this person seemed rather frightened, Fang Yan shook his head and said:

"I am the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain, and I am an old friend of your ancestor, Daoist Qingxuan."

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Upon hearing that this person was an old friend of the founder, and that he seemed to have no ill intentions, the group from Qingxuan Taoist Temple breathed a sigh of relief. Yu Zhenzi quickly welcomed him into the house and treated him well.

After a long while, Yu Zhenzi stared blankly at Fang Yan, saying in disbelief:

"Are you saying that Patriarch Qingxuan has already entered the cycle of reincarnation and ascended to the path of immortality?!"

Fang Yan nodded with a smile, while Yu Zhenzi remained stunned for a long while before giving a bitter smile with a complicated expression:

"Our abbot has not yet returned from the Rainbow Robe Immortal Sect. He should already know about this, but..."

However, Qingxuan Taoist Temple is currently very poor and far from the Ni Chang Immortal Sect, making communication methods far too extravagant for them...

"Regardless, I still want to thank you, Mountain God, for informing me of this matter. Yu Zhenzi thanks you."

As Yu Zhenzi spoke, he stood up and bowed deeply to Fang Yan with sincere sincerity. At that moment, it seemed as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders...