Walnut used me to boost her sales performance.

Xiao was somewhat tempted, but still felt that striking those meaningless poses would detract from his image as a sage.

The thought of deliberately striking that flashy but impractical pose and then being photographed made his ear tips turn slightly red.

Hu Tao immediately saw what was wrong with Xiao.

It's just shyness, it's not like it's insurmountable.

“Xiao, this is not a question of whether you need the world’s admiration, but rather that the world should know your tall and mighty image and see your domineering and heroic figure when fighting the enemy.”

"These things may not be important to you, but someone like me who respects you needs them..."

Xiao looked down at Hu Tao, who was talking eloquently, and couldn't see any respect in her at all.

"People's faith in Yakshas cannot be based on imagination; they need a concrete image. If you think posing is too flashy and you can't fully unleash your power, that's easy. We can go find some monsters to fight, or I can spar with you..."

After much pleading and cajoling, Walnut finally managed to get Xiao to agree.

"Ok."

Xiao really couldn't do anything about her, so he just let her take the photos, as long as the Emperor didn't see them.

The three of them found a gathering place for monsters nearby. Hu Tao and Jiang Bai took pictures of him with a phonograph camera, and the flash of the camera made Xiao's grip on his gun stiffen.

Holding a pile of photos, Hu Tao was extremely satisfied.

Unfortunately, Xiao didn't use those flashy but impractical moves. Even when he held back, those Hilichurls couldn't last more than a few rounds against him.

No problem, though. These photos, taken from various angles, are enough for an artist to create a majestic and charismatic Monkey King.

The two did not rush to leave, but instead asked each of the yakshas about their life stories and recorded them.

Hundreds of Yakshas, ​​none of them should be forgotten.

Perhaps it had been a long time since she had talked about the past with anyone, and before she knew it, it was late at night.

For those Yakshas who left their names in history, Xiao's few words summed up their entire lives.

Hu Tao and Jiang Bai wrote furiously, their arms already aching and numb.

"I can't write anymore..."

Hu Tao placed the brush on the brush holder and slumped into the chair, rubbing her sore wrists.

She had previously thought the book about Yakshas that she and Xingqiu had written was quite good, but after hearing so many stories about Yakshas from Xiao, she suddenly felt that the book contained too little information.

We need to go back and make changes, big changes.

If one book isn't enough, she'll write a second one; if the second one isn't enough, she'll write a full-length novel. She wants to write down all the stories of the Yakshas.

Before we knew it, she, a quirky alleyway poet, had become a novelist.

Proudly, hands on hips.

Jiang Bai and Hu Tao stayed at Wangshu Inn for three days.

Since the contract was terminated, Xiao has had a lot more free time.

However, this leisurely lifestyle is relative.

He will still regularly patrol key locations and clean up any remnants of demons he finds. These responsibilities have been ingrained in his bones for thousands of years and will not disappear with the termination of the contract.

However, unlike before, he often encounters Taoist priests on his demon-slaying journey. When he meets the Thousand Rock Army, people will come to visit him from time to time and bring him a serving of almond tofu.

Even the emperor would occasionally come here to sit for a while.

Xiao carefully wiped the Emperor statue that Jiang Bai had given him. He planned to visit the Yaksha Temple, which Hu Tao had mentioned, once it was completed.

The Yaksha Temple cannot be built in a day. Even though the Wangsheng Hall has ample funds from making a fortune selling stone carvings, and Jiang Bai has taken over the majority of the statue expenses, it is still very difficult to raise funds to build a large temple on its own.

Therefore, Hu Tao specifically asked Gan Yu to apply for funding support from the General Affairs Department. Upon hearing that a temple was to be built for the Yaksha, Gan Yu generously approved a large sum of money.

Once the money was in place, Hu Tao simply handed over the design and construction supervision to Zhong Li.

As the most learned person in the temple, Zhongli was the best candidate to supervise the construction of the temple. He could easily recreate those ancient customs and traditions that had long been forgotten by mankind.

Even the placement of the Yaksha statues, which was a difficult task, was arranged without any objection from him.

In just one month, the magnificent Fairy Yaksha Temple was completed.

Zhongli personally wrote the inscription "Temple of Immortals and Yakshas," and the magnificent golden plaque hung in the center of the pavilion, solemn and dignified.

"That's great!"

Looking at the completed temple, Hu Tao was extremely satisfied.

Gan Yu, who was standing by on behalf of the General Affairs Director to observe the consecration ceremony, was also very satisfied.

Today marks the complete completion of the temple, but it is not the day it is open to the public.

The consecration of a temple involves a series of complicated rituals, let alone a temple dedicated to all Yakshas.

Not only will the immortals who receive the news come to pay their respects to the deceased, but all seven members of the Liyue Seven will also come to pay their respects to the fallen heroes.

Looking at the temple built for them, Xiao felt a surge of intense emotions.

Upon entering the main hall, one is immediately greeted by five towering statues of celestial beings and yakshas.

The statues are solemn and majestic, and the yakshas all hold weapons and wear ferocious Nuo masks.

These grotesque masks are the mark of the Yakshas.

In order to frighten demons, suppress evil spirits, and intimidate all directions, the Yakshas covered their faces with fierce Nuo masks.

Every time they kill demons, they always bring a Nuo mask.

Behind the statues are their original mythical beast forms.

At first, Jiang Bai and Hu Tao had a disagreement about whether the statue should have a covered Nuo mask or a completely exposed face.

Jiang Bai felt that since the statues were for the Yakshas, ​​they had to show their faces. If their faces weren't shown, how would anyone know what those Yakshas looked like?

But Hu Tao felt that using a human face would undermine the dignity of the immortals.

After all, this isn't an illustration from a book; it's a Yaksha temple open to the general public in Liyue.

The mission of the Yaksha is to intimidate all directions, and without the Nuo mask, it loses its meaning.

Ultimately, it was Zhongli who flattered him and settled on the current image.

Behind the five statues of celestial yakshas are several other yaksha statues.

These statues converge around the five stone statues in front, and looking up at them is awe-inspiring.

Gan Yu solemnly lit three incense sticks and handed them to Xiao.

"You, Xiao, will perform this incense offering."

Xiao glanced at Zhongli subconsciously.

With the Emperor present, he is truly not qualified to offer this incense.

Zhongli didn't react at all, he just said:

"Immortal Xiao, do not delay the auspicious time."

Xiao is the last Yaksha to date, so it would be most appropriate for him to offer the first incense.

Xiao remained silent, and instead bowed deeply before all the Yaksha statues, inserting incense sticks into the incense burner.

A few wisps of smoke drifted lightly through the hall, and the majestic sound of bells rang out.

The immortals arrived from the horizon, riding on auspicious clouds.

They entered the main hall one by one to offer incense and pay their respects to their deceased friends.

A great many immortals arrived; basically all the immortals in Liyue who were not in slumber came.

Jiang Bai also saw many names and faces he had never seen or even heard of before, which broadened his horizons considerably.

Shen He also followed the True Lord of Borrowing Wind and Flowing Clouds to this place.

As a junior, according to etiquette, she had to wait until all the immortals had finished offering incense before she could offer incense.

The entire elaborate ceremony was presided over by Zhongli, assisted by Ganyu, while Hu Tao and Jiang Bai could only watch as spectators.

The ceremony was elaborate and lengthy; whether Hu Tao and Jiang Bai were present or not made no difference, as long as Zhong Li was there.

They didn't wait in the main hall; instead, they hid in a corner and whispered among themselves.

"Jiang Bai, what do you think the immortal title of the guest elder would be?"

Zhongli is an immortal; everyone knows this but keeps it to themselves.

But what Zhongli's immortal title is is something that really makes people curious.

"Uh... the True Lord who goes out without money?"

Jiang Bai had just finished speaking when Hu Tao smacked him on the head.

"Can you be serious for once? What kind of immortal would use such a title?"

"I can't think of anything..." Jiang Bai pouted.

Are you suggesting he say that Zhongli's title is the ancestor of all immortals, the Rock King Emperor?

Hu Tao didn't expect this uncultured guy to come up with any lofty or sophisticated immortal titles.

"What do you think of the title 'True Lord Seeking Plum Blossoms After Snowfall'? Or 'True Lord Butterfly Comes to Rebirth'?"

Hu Tao felt that both titles suited her well.

Even if you can't become an immortal, you can still give yourself an immortal title to satisfy your craving.

Jiang Bai gave a thumbs up, "As expected of the Hall Master, he utters such a domineering and majestic immortal title as soon as he speaks."

"If it were up to me, I would call him True Lord Baiyuan."

"That title is a bit short."

"I can't think of anything else..."

Shen He, who was standing nearby, overheard this and also became curious about the immortal title of this Mr. Zhongli.

She couldn't help but tug at her master's feathers.

"Hmm?" Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun turned his head.

"Master, what is the immortal name of that Mr. Zhongli?"

“Uh…” Liu Yun borrowed the wind and looked at Zhong Li, then at his own disciple, and was momentarily speechless.

The Emperor doesn't seem to intend to reveal his identity, and there are outsiders here, so she can't say anything, right?

"If you're curious, you can go find him yourself when you have some free time."

It's impossible to say for sure; you'll have to ask your disciple yourself.

After the immortals finished offering incense one after another, they left together, and not long after, the seven stars appeared together.

This was also the first time Jiang Bai had seen the seven Liyue Seven Stars, which meant he had become familiar with all of them.

After the consecration ceremony was fully completed, the Temple of the Asmodians was officially known to the people of Liyue.

The temple's many legendary aspects have attracted countless visitors.

Legend has it that on the day the temple was consecrated, the sky was filled with radiant light, a magnificent bell rang from the horizon, and immortals descended to the ground to pay homage to their deceased loved ones.

Legend has it that on the day the temple was consecrated, the Seven Stars arrived together, joining the Qianyan Army priests in paying homage to the martyrs.

Rumor has it... there is a living Yaksha in the temple.

Numerous rumors have made this Yaksha Temple extremely lively, with incense burning continuously every day.

At the same time, Hu Tao's first edition of "The Record of the Immortals and Demons" was officially released.

Those who came out of curiosity were filled with admiration and sincere worship after learning about the Yaksha's deeds.

Many vendors even set up stalls around the area to sell incense and candles.

The once bustling and secluded mountain forest suddenly became lively, no longer as quiet as before.

From then on, the Temple of the Immortals and Yakshas became bustling with activity, and incense burned continuously.

On the rocky hill not far away, Zhongli and Xiao looked at the temple below in silence.

The bustling sounds of people in the temple reached my ears, and I saw people respectfully offering incense.

They observed each Yaksha stone, carefully looked at each stone tablet beneath the statues, and praised the stories of the Yakshas.