133|Knowing the King of Ghosts, I love to play with the King of Ghosts.

Originally, he only intended to leave the suspicious ghost clothes, and then feel their own verification, but did not want the spirit of the text of a casual sentence, to catch him a shocking big break, Xie Ren once back to the taste of the trick, along all the way down the fraud. In the end, it turned out to be a blow-up that left no one left in Spirit Man’s wake.

Ling Wen stood rigidly still. Xie Ren said, ”Of course, you can deny it, but it’s also very simple to find out if it’s true or not. As long as I take that piece of clothing to the Divine Martial Palace right now, make it change form in front of the emperor, and then ask if you can see what it’s become, then the truth will come out.”

The brocade fairy had sucked the blood of more than 500 people when it was in exile before, and it was an evil thing with a deep Yin energy. If Ling Man had only trespassed into the Divine Warrior Hall to steal the brocade garment before he had the chance to take it out to harm others, it would not have been an unforgivable crime. However, Ling Man was appointed first and ascended later. The earliest time when the legend of the Brocade Cloth Immortal was spread was much later than the time when Ling Man was appointed as the general.

In other words, Reimun is a jinji-sen who was made in the form of a Shinto priest after he entered the heavenly realm to serve!

The magistrate who is supposed to protect the peace of mortals, but instead he entices and kills mortals, should already be investigated and taken into custody, not to mention that this mortal who entices and kills is also the future magistrate, I’m afraid, this matter can’t be easily solved. Spirit Wen sighed and said, “Your Highness, you really ……”

After a pause, she said, ”Probably, it’s just my bad luck that this has fallen on you. Although there are only the two of us in this Spirit Wen Hall today, and you and I have been friends for hundreds of years, however, I think that if I ask you to turn a blind eye for the sake of years of friendship, you most likely won’t agree to it, and the next step should be to persuade me to go to the Divine Martial Hall to ask for forgiveness on my own, right?”

Xie Ren also sighed. Although he and the spirit of the text has been known for hundreds of years, has been business transactions, although not deep friendship, but the relationship between the two is quite good, even in the third ascension, everyone taunted him to be a ragged immortal, the spirit of the text of him has not the slightest bit of neglect, on the contrary, quite a lot of care. Instead, he took care of him quite a bit. In this case, the task of the Brocade Immortal was assigned to him, and in the end, he was able to find out what happened, and it was impossible for him to report it.

Xie Ren said heartily, “I’m also unlucky.”

Ling Wen clasped his arms and shook his head, “Your Highness, you are a person, right …… sometimes smart, sometimes not smart; sometimes very soft hearted, sometimes hard hearted.”

After a pause, she said, “That dress, where the hell is it now?”

Xie Ren said, “It’s in my hands. I will personally deliver it to the Divine Martial Hall afterward.”

Ling Wen nodded and seemed to have nothing more to say. Xie Ren added, “So, can you tell me why that brocade fairy would not work when worn on Lang Ying?”

Ling Wen said, “I can probably guess. However, if Your Highness wants to know the answer, can you grant me a request first?”

Xie Ren said, “You say.”

Reimwen said, “Can I see it? The kitsune fairy.”

Xie Ren was stunned. Ling Wen said, ”Just give me a day. After all, I’m afraid I won’t have a chance to see it if I’ve gone to the Divine Martial Hall to ask for my own pardon. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to move anything, it’s just that, I was really surprised when you said yesterday that he had manifested.”

She shook her head, her gaze slightly lax, and said, “After …… so many years, I have never seen Bai Jin manifest.”

Xie Ren said, “That young general, was his original name called Bai Jin?”

As if he had just returned to his senses, Spirit Man said, “Oh. Yes, but, generally others call him Xiaobai.”

Xie Ren said: “Xiao Bai? It sounds ……” a bit like calling a dog and a bit like calling an idiot. Ling Wen laughed: “That’s what you’re thinking now. The name Bai Jin was given to him by me, and other people never call him that, so not many people know this name. However, if you call him that, he’ll be very happy.”

In the legend of the Brocade Immortal, the way the woman that the youth adored treated that youth only made people feel cruel and horrible, either with a bitter hatred or a natural cold-bloodedness. However, when Ling Wen brought up that youth, his tone was very casual, neither tender nor hateful, only saying, ”Okay? If Your Highness is afraid of me escaping, why don’t you use Ruoxi to lock me up. I’m not a Martial God, I can’t escape.”

For some reason, Xie Ren felt that he should trust Spirit Man, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly nodded and said, “Good.”

The two pretended that they had nothing to do and exited the Spirit Man Hall. As they walked down the streets of the Immortal Capital, they greeted the other passing Magi as usual. Ling Wen looked as normal, unable to see that her hands in her sleeves had been locked by Ruoxi. Didn’t go far, bumped into Pei Ming who was returning from his street patrol, the two of them greeted each other, stood by the side of the road exchanging pleasantries and talking nonsense for a few moments, Pei Ming stared straight at Xie Ren, Xie Ren was slightly wary and said, “Why is General Pei looking at me like this?”

Pei Ming stroked his chin and said sincerely, ”I won’t hide it from Your Royal Highness, I’m the one whose heart skips a beat when I see you now, and I always feel as if something will happen to whoever is standing next to you. That’s why when I saw you walking with Ling Wen, my heartbeat sped up again. Ling Wen, you must be careful these days.”

Ling Wen harrumphed, “How could that be? General Pei don’t joke.” Xie Ren, however, couldn’t help but cry and laugh. In a sense, Pei Ming’s senses were pretty accurate.

Back to the Bodhi Shellfish View, far away from the old tree in front of the view will see Lang Ying leaning, left hand carelessly turn the broom to play, a pile of good sweeping golden leaves piled up at his feet. Xie Ren narrowed his eyes for a while, then deliberately put heavy footsteps to walk over, Lang Ying did not turn around, but must have sensed their presence, extremely natural to change the posture, continue to sweep the ground, turn around and look, it seems to see Xie Ren and Spirit Wen walking slowly. Xie Ren coughed lightly and said, “Sweeping the floor again.”

Lang Ying nodded. Seeing him do so, Xie Ren didn’t hold back and touched the top of his head as an elder, praising him, “Good boy.”

Lang Ying received it peacefully. Ling Wen looked at them and did not comment, Xie Ren led her to open the door of the Bodhisattva Guan, saying, “Right here …….”

Who knows, as soon as they opened the door they saw a figure squatting in front of the merit box, sneakily stuffing gold bars again, Xie Ren was busy going up and dragging him away, saying, “Qiying, don’t stuff it anymore, it’s really enough, I haven’t even gotten the ones you stuffed last time out yet, they’re already stuck.”

Spirit Man nodded, “Good day, Your Highness Kiing.”

Kwon Yi-jin also said to her, “Hello.”

A wooden shelf stood in the center of the Bodhi Shepherd’s Guan, and on the shelf hung a plain linen garment, but of course, this was only what Xie Ren’s eyes saw. Ling Wen walked up and gazed at it for a while, the garment was unresponsive, she said with a sidelong glance, “Your Highnesses, I would like to take a look here alone, is that alright?”

Xie Ren said, “Yes.”

Ruoxi had bound Ling Wen’s hands, and she wasn’t a Martial God, so basically nothing would go wrong, so Xie Ren was quite relieved and put her hand on Quan Yizhen’s shoulder, saying, “Go out.”

More or less a solution to a matter, Xie Ren mood slightly relaxed down. It just so happened that the left and right neighbors sent a circle of fruits and vegetables over, so he took it to the kitchen and prepared to cook. It can be described as indomitable. A few days down the road, Quan Yizhen seems to have taken his Bodhi Shepherd’s Guan as a place like a farmhouse, jumping up and down, sometimes climbing trees, sometimes stealing melons, sometimes touching fish, sometimes catching frogs. Without paying attention, Xie Ren was touched by him into the kitchen and stole a groundnut. He touched it and turned around to see Quan Yizhen slipping out with the groundnut in his mouth, hurrying like a fish in a leaky net, and busily said, “It’s not ready yet, don’t eat it!”

However, it was because it wasn’t ready that he had to hurry up and eat it, and he wouldn’t be able to eat it when it was ready. Xie Ren shook his head and saw Lang Ying walking over again, narrowed his eyes and said, “Lang Ying, are you free? Come and help, cut up a dish.”

Lang Ying was going to grab the groundnuts stolen by Quan Yizhen, listening to Xie Ren, without saying a word, came over to help, copied the chopping board on the chopping board, holding down the cabbage, a knife cut seriously. Xie Ren looked at him, turned his head, while panning rice, while casually said: “Lang Ying ah, to our Bodhi Shellfish Guan has come to the gods and ghosts, you have seen a lot of it, right?”

One by one, they were rare. Lang Ying said from behind him, “Hmm.”

Xie Ren said, “Then, let me ask you a question: if you were to choose, which one of these gods and goddesses, in your opinion, is the most handsome?”

Lang Ying sullenly chopped vegetables and seemed to be pondering. Xie Ren gently raised his eyebrows and said, “Say it. Just tell the truth as it is in your heart.”

So, Lang Ying replied, “You.”

Xie Ren laughed, “Other than me.”

Lang Ying said, “The red dress.”

Xie Ren was suffering from internal injuries from holding back his laughter.

He said seriously, “Well, that’s what I thought.”

After a pause, Xie Ren asked again, “Then which one, do you think, is the most powerful?”

Lang Ying still answered, “The one in red.”

Xie Ren then flew on to ask, “Which one is the richest?”

“The red dress.”

“Which one do you admire the most?”

“The red dress.”

“Which one is the silliest?”

“In green.”

These questions picked up so closely, he actually changed his mind in a very timely manner, which shows the quickness of thinking and the quickness of reaction. Xie Ren said, “Well, it looks like you kinda like the brother in red, his name, called Hua Cheng, remember it. So, you think he is good?”

Without realizing it, Lang Ying’s blade seemed to be several times faster as he said, “Very good.”

Xie Ren said, “Then, if you are free, do you think you should invite him to be our guest again?”

Lang Ying said, “Uh-huh. Of course. It has to be.”

Xie Ren said, “I was thinking the same thing. However, his subordinates said that he’s been very busy lately and must be all busy doing very serious things, so I think it’s better not to bother.”

After this sentence, Lang Ying’s “ka ka” sound of cutting vegetables suddenly became several points heavier, while Xie Ren held onto the stovetop, enduring laughter to the point of abdominal cramps. Quan Yizhen’s head suddenly poked in through the window, took a bite of the groundnut, looked at it twice, and said to Lang Ying, “You’re cutting it into pieces, it’s not good anymore.”

Lang Ying said, “Huh? What did you say?”

Xie Ren turned back to look, more than shattered, simply shattered into crumbs, coughed lightly and said, “Oops, really, your sword skills are too bad.”

“……”

Pouring a whole bunch of messy ingredients into the pot, Xie Ren clapped his hands and decided to just let them cook for an hour, went out of the kitchen, looked at Ling Wen, still honestly staying inside the kunai, so he continued to work, rummaged out a slightly larger wooden sign from the woodpile, went to the village headman’s house and borrowed a pen and ink, sat down at the doorway, one hand holding the wooden sign, one hand holding the pen and out of his mind. Lang Ying also came over, Xie Ren looked up and said in a warm voice: “Lang Ying, can you read? Can you write?”

Lang Ying said, “Will.”

Xie Ren said, “Then how is your character?”

Lang Ying said, “General.”

Xie Ren said, “It doesn’t matter, just be able to see, do me another favor.”

He handed both the wooden plaque and the pen to Lang Ying and smiled, “We’ve never had a plaque in our Guan, why don’t you, write one with me?”

“……”

At Xie Ren’s urging, Lang Ying picked up the pen. In his hands, that tiny pen seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and he couldn’t swing it no matter what.

For a long time, he seemed to admit defeat, put down the pen and board, and behind the bandage, came a helpless voice: “…… Brother, I was wrong.”

This voice is not Lang Ying at all, it is clearly Hua Cheng, just more crisp than ever, a teenager’s voice. Xie Ren hugged his arms and leaned against one side of the wall, watching him struggle for this long time, finally surrendered, really couldn’t help it, fell to the ground laughing: “Sanlang is really so busy!”