The Otherworldly God

Yue Zhengzhi led Yue Zheng Yuhua into the main hall. Apart from a table that was suspected to be used to place tributes, there was nothing else in the hall.

The humidity in the air was very high, and the hall was filled with a musty smell. There was water accumulation in some places, probably left over from the recent rainfall.

The hall had very poor lighting and air circulation, and even after two days of clear weather, it still felt damp.

There are several sturdy redwood pillars on both sides of the hall. This red wood is an ideal pillar material both in terms of appearance and durability. Moreover, this wood is still "alive" even when made into pillars.

The degree of red will change with the surrounding environment. It can be as red as blood, or it can be the color of an ordinary tree. However, most people have only seen red mahogany and have never seen mahogany that has faded its red color.

“This is redwood.”

"Yes, it is rare now. It has been replaced by fake mahogany. However, the fake mahogany is much worse than mahogany in terms of color and durability. Look at this temple of repentance. It has been here for thousands of years, and these mahogany have been here without even a scratch."

Le Zheng Yuhua stared at the red wood in front of him. There was an obvious hole in it, and Le Zhengzhi immediately felt guilty.

"This, this was caused by the magic of that stinky girl Shui Ling."

"Shui Ling?"

The first person that came to Le Zheng Yuhua's mind was the tomboy outside the palace.

"I'm warning you first, don't be with her, otherwise you will be like someone else and your future will be ruined."

There seemed to be an arrow marking a key point above Le Zheng Qiming's head, but he was completely unaware of it.

"I remember that an apprentice Taoist priest has to study cultural courses for a long time first, and it will take at least a year before he can learn some basic magic. She can do it. Why?"

"Cultural Lessons?"

Le Zheng Yuhua was not flustered when he accidentally used the customary way of calling people in his own world. He just treated it as his own special way of calling people.

"Like rules and history and stuff."

"Indeed, it is said to stabilize your mind. As for Shui Ling knowing magic, I don't think it's strange. That girl, she either steals magic books or sneaks a peek at the training ground. There is an old man at home who dotes on her to the sky. It's normal for her to teach her a few self-defense and funny tricks." Le Zhengzhi squinted at him while talking, thinking: "This kid really doesn't look like him. No wonder they doubt his bloodline."

"This is the possibility that the mysterious person mentioned. It is beyond the scope of science. Perhaps there really is a magic that can bring the dead back to life."

He raised his hand and placed it on his chest, where Mu Xin's bracelet was placed.

Le Zhengzhi looked at his frowning profile and the movements of his hands, and for a moment he saw an illusion. His eyes widened a little, and then disappeared. He just thought he was seeing things.

"While the weather is good, hurry outside and get some hay. There will be dew when it gets dark later."

"Yes."

Le Zheng Yuhua put the package on the table and went out to pull hay. There was a lot of hay on the roadside, so Le Zheng Yuhua went over to grab a handful and pulled hard, bringing up a large piece of dirt.

Thinking about the function of weeds, I thought they were probably used to make fire. Carrying this wet soil would not only affect the fire, but it would also be troublesome to carry it back.

After shaking it off, he found that most of the soil had indeed disappeared, but it still looked unsatisfactory. He threw down the dry grass in his hand and turned back to look for Le Zhengzhi, but he was gone.

"Are you looking for Master Zhi? He's gone home."

"go home?"

"Yes, he is not here because he is punished. He just wants to stay here, so he is here to guard the place. Occasionally, he can supervise people like us who make mistakes and are punished. The superiors agree if they think it is a good idea. But don't worry, he is a very good person. He just likes to drink and gamble sometimes, and he is a little crazy occasionally. Other than that, he is a good person."

"Do you have knives or anything like that?"

"how about this?"

Le Zheng Shuiling took out a dagger.

"Sure, can you lend it to me?"

"Of course, take it."

Le Zheng Qiming seemed to want to stop her, but Le Zheng Shuiling gave him a look and he stopped talking. He followed Le Zheng Yuhua for a few steps, and came back immediately when he saw what he was doing.

"That's Master Zhi's treasure. I heard it's a token of love between him and his mistress. He gets really nervous when it gets dirty. But today you actually gave it to him to mow the grass. If people knew..."

"It's so important, but he still lost to me."

"You lost, of course, but I just lent it to you for a few days. You have to return it to him. Have you forgotten his many instructions?"

"Shh! I heard this dagger is very special. Look at it."

The two watched from a distance as Le Zheng Yuhua cut the grass. His movements were like those of a skilled farmer cutting rice straw. He cut a large handful of grass quickly, accurately, and with a bit of ruthlessness.

He looked at it and wondered if this amount would be enough. Then he decided to just cut it all since there weren't many left.

When he came back after cutting, there was no change in the dagger, which made Le Zheng Shuiling feel puzzled for a while.

"Why hasn't it changed?"

"I'm very grateful for lending it to me, and please let me go."

Le Zheng Shuiling immediately loosened her grip on his hand, pulled the dagger back, and turned around to look at him in surprise.

"How could it be useless?"

"What secret does it have?"

"I heard that this dagger can turn into a sword in the hands of someone with great magical power. Since you and I can't do it, we have no choice but to ask him to try."

"So you were testing me last time?"

"correct."

"Sad."

They were clearly trying to talk in private, but Le Zheng Yuhua heard it all.

"I'm sorry, my aptitude as a Taoist is only below average."

The two people turned around and looked at him, and Le Zheng Shui Ling suddenly rushed to him happily.

"What a coincidence, me too. He's a little better than us."

"It's not just a little bit, it's one level, okay? I got it right."

"Hey, little guy, you are so proud of yourself for just one hit? Let me tell you... your name is Yuhua, right? My name is Shui Ling and he are equally famous. Let me tell you, the qualifications of a Taoist priest are not accurate. Some people have low qualifications but strong magic power, while others have high qualifications but average magic power."

"Jealous, that's what you are."

"To be honest, you are more talented than me, but are your magic powers as strong as mine?"

"That's just because you have a good understanding, and someone else is secretly teaching you. I'm not even at the stage of learning specific spells yet, and I secretly learned those two moves from you in the training ground. How can we compare? There's absolutely no comparison, okay? If you're capable, wait a few years, and I'll start learning spells, hehehe..."

Le Zheng Shuiling went over and pinched his face, but Le Zheng Qiming refused to give in and pulled her ears.

At first glance, they were about the same age as herself now, not only in appearance but also in mental age. After all, she was an adult with a mental age of at least 22. Le Zheng Yuhua didn't want to get involved in their petty quarrels.

"I have low talent and low magic power."

After saying this, he carried the hay into the hall, and the two men let go of each other and followed him in.