Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Before setting off for the next city, Fangcun, leaning on his Zen stick, walked to the place where he buried the girl's skull.

He squatted down, and instead of using any magic, he dug in the dirt with his hands. Soon, his hands were covered in black mud.

He stretched out his right hand and grasped the air. A ball of white light appeared in his palm.

Before Shen Jin could see the object clearly, Fang Cun turned around and placed the ball of white light next to the skull and covered it with soil.

Shen Jin was amused: "What are you burying? It's so secretive?"

Fang Cun wiped his hands clean and clasped his hands together in greeting: "Fellow Daoist Shen doesn't want to know."

Shen Jin didn't care: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't want to know?"

Fang Cun stood up straight, Shen Jin's appearance reflected in his amber eyes: "Because you know I don't want to say it, so you don't want to know."

Shen Jin chuckled and turned away. Needless to say, she could guess that this thing was the old man's remains before his death. It would be better to give the job of collecting the body to Fang Cun than to her.

On the way, Shen Jin asked casually, "What did you encounter in the formation?"

She couldn't see clearly, so she could only guess from the progress bar that it was related to the corpse she wanted. The key to this kind of mission was to feel safe in her own hands.

Fang Cun stared into the distance: "No."

Shen Jin sneered this time: "You'd better not interrupt me with nonsense like whether you want to or not."

Fang Cun paused in his steps. He bent down again, clasping his hands together. "Fellow Daoist Shen is traveling with me, so he'll know."

The tone of voice suddenly changed: "It's just that I don't want to say it."

Shen Jin pulled him up, muttering, "One bows on the left, the other kowtows on the right. Who is it that doesn't even bother pretending to be a Buddhist disciple?"

"The only thing missing is a poor monk."

Fang Cun knew she was kind-hearted, so he changed the subject. He knew Shen Jin had plenty of ways to get him to talk.

Fang Cun followed her steps and said jokingly: "I am not good at pretending, please forgive me, benefactor."

"It doesn't matter."

The two continued to move forward, walking one in front and one behind in the direction of the sunset.

Unlike the city where the sunlight suddenly disappears and the moon suddenly rises, outside the city there is the sunset and the afterglow.

The afterglow passed through the forest, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.

Shen Jin suddenly asked, "Will it be dangerous?"

Fang Cun was silent at first.

He stretched out his hand, vaguely patted the sunset and said, "No, no."

"Fellow Daoist Shen, please don't break the formation."

He asked, "Just think of it as Fang asking you for help."

In the setting sun, the amber eyes glowed with brilliant red and gold. They were still as gentle as before, but when one looked deeper, there was a faint sense of unease and panic.

Shen Jin looked into his eyes and said, "Okay."

"But you know, I'm not some monk who sticks to his promises."

"And if you need anything, you can come find me."

Fang Cun's body had returned to normal, but Shen Jin knew that his weakness after the formation was broken was not an illusion. Therefore, Fang Cun must have been injured.

Or maybe there is a "deal" between him and the formation.

Her interest in Fangcun could still suppress her desire to explore. If she could no longer suppress it, even ten Fangcuns would not be able to stop her from solving the mystery.

Fang Cun smiled and said, "Friend Shen, aren't you already helping me?"

Shen Jin knew he was referring to traveling together, so he asked, "Where is our next destination?"

Fang Cun thought for a few seconds and then said, "How about burning sandalwood?"

"I heard that the people of Fentan City are best at making incense."

……

Shen Jin originally thought that Fang Cun would walk faster now that he had a goal, and at least he would not be distracted by the wild monsters on the roadside.

As a result, this man was still the same as before, eliminating all demons. The demons he encountered by chance or searched for on purpose died one after another.

The previous state of rushing was restored.

But there are subtle differences.

Fang Cun would take the initiative to bury the corpses dropped by monsters and attach a passage of the Sutra of Rebirth, completely snatching away Shen Jin's half-baked job as a corpse collector.

With more meticulous work, the daily distance traveled became shorter. Fang Cun himself didn't seem anxious, so Shen Jin naturally wasn't in a hurry either. He leisurely wandered behind Fang Cun, paddling along.

As night fell, the two stopped moving forward.

Sitting around the fire, Shen Jin handed over today's dinner as usual, half a roasted pheasant.

"Friend Shen, I told you that you can eat by yourself. You don't need to prepare these for me."

Fang Cun felt helpless and tried to push the food back.

"Just consider it your hard-earned money for watching you exorcise demons."

"It's not hard."

"But I admire your agility and technique. If you don't want to charge me for exorcising the demon, can you charge me for the performance?"

Square inch:……

He took the food.

First he put it under his nose and sniffed it, then he broke off the meat and stuffed it carefully between his lips: "Thank you, it's delicious."

Shen Jin smelled it: "Is it fragrant?"

Fang Cun was stunned: "Of course it smells good."

"From what I've seen of you, you spend more time smelling than tasting."

Fang Cun was helpless: "Fellow Daoist Shen, you know I don't care much about food."

But when Mingming first met Fangcun, his eyes would light up slightly when he ate the roast pigeon, and he would sincerely answer "I want to eat more", but he was unwilling to be controlled by desire and put the uneaten roast pigeon into the mustard seed space.

Shen Jin thought to himself: It’s different, there is definitely something different.

Could it be that formation?

Shen Jin lowered her eyes slightly: "If you like the smell, then why not just watch me eat from now on."

Fang Cun's hand holding the roast chicken froze: "I don't dislike it at all."

"I know."

"So, I don't have any accusations." She simply didn't want to see his clumsy disguise.

If she doesn't like a meal, she doesn't eat it. She looks for a partner to eat with, and doesn't force them to be food bloggers. Just the fact that he's there is enough.

Fang Cun was silent for a long time: "Thank you."

"No problem."

Shen Jin then asked, "How do you smell the fragrance?"

"A warmth, a burning sensation, with a slightly sweet aroma." Fang Cun's eyes were the most unfailingly deceptive. With a brilliant light, one glance at them brought joy to one's heart.

Does he know that his eyes can speak?

Shen Jin asked, "Have you ever heard of anything else?"

Fang Cun thought for a moment, "Where I live, sandalwood is burned all day long, golden lotuses bloom in the river, and the flowers, plants, and trees in the mountains have a unique scent."

"This is natural stuff, but what about this roasted chicken?"

He pondered, "Sandalwood, does it count?"

Shen Jin: "Of course it counts, besides sandalwood?"

Fangcun raised the roast chicken in his hand, and the meaning was obvious: there is also this.

Shen Jin jokingly said, "People say that the world is full of fireworks. So, we, the holy monk, have entered the mortal world, but we haven't heard of any fireworks at all."

Fang Cun was silent for a moment.

He said, "It's better not to have heard of it. If you have never gained it, you won't feel lost even if you lose it. If you have never started, there will be no place for greed to arise."

Shen Jin asked, "Do you want to?"

Fang Cun couldn't deceive himself. He lowered his head, moved closer to the half roasted chicken, and closed his eyes: "I think."

The roasted chicken was already slightly cold, and you had to get close to smell it. But when it cooled, it had a different aroma.

"but……"

Shen Jin stopped him: "Trust me, okay?"