He Lan Tianxia

The abbot was stunned for a moment as he watched all this. He considered himself to be quite experienced and had heard many myths and legends, but he couldn't quite grasp the idea that a snake had saved him.

Murong Junlan offered to bandage Lingyi's wounds, but Lingyi refused. He then took out the last of his pills and gave them all to Lingyi to heal his injuries. At this moment, Yan'er came over with a handful of herbs to apply to Lingyi's wounds. Lingyi quickly hid behind the prince; how could he dare let the princess apply medicine for him personally? The prince was watching right there, and even before the medicine was applied, his back was already feeling cold.

Murong Junlan took the compress and applied it to Lingyi, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

Ling Yi nodded to Murong Junlan. He didn't speak, as he planned to find a place to heal his injuries since the shopkeeper and the "abbot" were present. Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard a "thud" behind him as the "abbot" knelt down.

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you so much, divine snake, for saving my life."

Murong Junlan quickly helped the "abbot" up. Lingyi looked up at the "abbot," nodded slightly, and turned to disappear into the woods.

Lingyi's self-healing will not be discussed further.

With the pale-faced scholar and the innkeeper present, Murong Junlan did not reveal the true face of the "abbot." After resting for a while, Murong Junlan, along with Yan'er, asked the innkeeper to help the "abbot." Since the pale-faced scholar could walk, he followed along. The group then returned to Anqiao Temple.

Jiang He, Luo Xie, and the others at Anqiao Temple quickly settled them in and, following Murong Junlan's instructions, redeployed the temple's defenses. For safety reasons, Jiang He took charge of the real abbot's daily care and treatment at Xieyang Cave. Murong Junlan also privately told Xiao Yezi the truth about the fake abbot, allowing the two to recognize each other, but outwardly, the old man remained the abbot.

Under the old man's guidance, Murong Junlan and Xiao Yezi diligently studied the Vajra Formation manual of Anqiao Temple. Entrusted by the old man, Murong Junlan decided to descend the mountain again with his beloved concubine.

The day was sunny and breezy, with a clear blue sky and a rare moment of refreshment for Prince Murong. He rose early and summoned his beloved concubine to prepare for their descent down the mountain. Because of her rescue of Yan'er, his concubine hadn't actively sought out her wretched monkey "husband" lately, instead staying quietly at the temple. Occasionally, she would even prepare a delicious dish or two, though Prince Murong himself would ultimately have to cook it for her to eat, but it still brought him great joy.

Everyone else automatically made way for them, except for the pale-faced scholar who watched from afar, gritting his teeth, while the shopkeeper sighed helplessly. The shopkeeper could tell that while Prince Murong was ostensibly binding his master, his master was simply too lazy to leave. He also guessed that Prince Murong had figured it out, yet he still allowed his young master to stay by his side. His young master would even occasionally drug the prince's wife, causing her to chase a gorilla all over the mountain – truly, enemies are destined to meet. However, as the master, he, as the servant, was 100% obedient.

"Your Highness, where are we going?" Yan'er was wearing a fitted, knee-length emerald green silk dress with a light-colored floral ribbon tied around her waist, which accentuated her graceful figure. Her hair was styled in a flying star and moon bun, and although she wore no makeup, her brows were furrowed like spring mountains.

Murong Junlan was stunned by her beauty at first glance. He knew his beloved concubine was beautiful, but he didn't know she was this beautiful. He even had an urge to kiss her.

“Your Highness…” Yan’er turned her face away, and Murong Junlan’s lips missed their mark. To cover his embarrassment, he reached out and ruffled a perfectly styled strand of Yan’er’s hair, and said in a deep voice:

"It's all in chaos."

"Really?" Yan'er nervously fidgeted with her braids, her expression coquettish.

This is truly chaotic. The prince, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, felt his heart pounding like a domino, his mind racing with distractions. But he restrained himself; his beloved concubine hadn't yet remembered him. He cursed the pale-faced scholar inwardly for his cunning, then turned and tenderly took Yan'er's hand, softly saying:

"Let's go down the mountain to see the scenery."

Huh? Aren't the views supposed to be seen from the mountain? But these two idiots held hands and happily ran down the mountain to see the scenery.

Arriving at a small market town, the streets were bustling with people, vendors and peddlers coming and going in an endless stream, their cries filling the air with lively activity. Yan'er pulled Prince Murong to sit down at a steamed bun shop, ordered a bowl of noodles and several large meat buns, and the two happily began to eat.

"Thank you, ten coins." The shopkeeper quoted the price while clearing away the dishes.

It's time to pay the bill. Where's the money? I don't think I brought any. Murong Junlan fumbled in his pockets but couldn't find a single coin. The prince was embarrassed. At that moment, Yan'er stood up, pushed Murong Junlan out, and said to the shopkeeper:

"Boss, he knows how to play with turtles. Tell him to do it a few times, and all the money he earns is yours."

Murong Junlan sighed, "..."

The boss was easy to talk to: "Alright then. You can only leave after you've made enough money."

Yan'er nudged Murong Junlan again, urging, "Hurry up and swipe, Your Highness."

Murong Junlan suddenly cupped Yan'er's head in his hands, excitedly asking, "My beloved concubine, have you remembered me?"

Yan'er looked completely bewildered: "Remember what?

Ignoring the crowd of onlookers, Murong Junlan said anxiously, "Fish turtles! I'll fish turtles for you!"

Suddenly, Yan'er clutched her head with both hands and shook it violently: "Your Highness, my head hurts so much."

Murong Junlan could only comfort him, "Alright then, I won't remember it."

Murong Junlan turned to look at the large basket of steamed buns beside him, then suddenly twirled his right hand, and the entire basket of buns floated into the air one by one, startling the onlookers who gaped in astonishment. The shopkeeper, shocked, began to curse loudly:

"Looking for a fight, huh? You ate and didn't pay, yet you still messed with his buns." The boss casually picked up a wooden stick and swung it at him.

Murong Junlan didn't take his stick seriously at all. "Get out of the way, don't get in the way of him helping his beloved concubine regain her memories." With a flick of his left hand, the stick in the shopkeeper's hand automatically fell to the ground, while his right hand continued to scrub the steamed buns.

"Thud." The suspended bun fell to the ground from mid-air, then suddenly hovered up again. It could have been put back in the cage, but considering that the buns that had been brushed on the ground would be dirty and it wouldn't be good to put them back in the cage, it could only be brushed back and forth between the ground and mid-air.

At this moment, someone in the crowd started clapping, and then everyone clapped enthusiastically. Yan'er suddenly remembered something, and she clapped her hands excitedly and shouted:

"Your Highness, it turns out that cooking steamed buns is more interesting than cooking turtles."

"Looks good, I'll teach you a lesson." The boss swung a stick at him. Murong Junlan didn't notice and couldn't use his power to deflect it, because that would send the steamed bun flying. In order to protect the steamed bun, he had no choice but to move his shoulder and take the blow head-on.

"Smack." Murong Junlan took a solid hit to the shoulder, wincing in pain.

Yan'er stopped clapping and came over to check Murong Junlan's injuries with concern. At this point, the onlookers who had been enjoying the show started to complain. "He was just doing his bidding properly, why the hell did you hit him? It's just the money for a few cheap steamed buns, is it necessary to fight him with sticks?" As they spoke, everyone took out their wallets and threw money at him, saying they would keep watching and keep throwing money.

Upon seeing the money, Yan'er bowed to everyone and quickly picked up the money from the ground to give to the shopkeeper, lest he strike her with a stick again at any moment. The shopkeeper, feeling embarrassed after receiving enough money, went into the inner room and brought out a bottle of liniment, which he tossed to Yan'er. Yan'er immediately pressed Murong Junlan down to apply the liniment, making the dignified prince blush deeply. He never imagined that a prince of such stature would be reduced to street performance.

Prince Murong swiped the card for a while longer. Just as Yan'er was about to pick up the money, a group of people suddenly arrived. The men on horseback were dressed as government constables. They dismounted and dropped a notice in their hands.

"Men, arrest him!" As soon as the words were spoken, several constables quickly tied up Murong Junlan.

Yan'er stepped forward to stop them: "What right do you have to arrest him? What law has he broken?"

The head constable hung the notice back in front of Murong Junlan and said to Yan'er, "Look carefully, is this him? Is his surname Murong?"

"It really does look quite like him!" Yan'er nudged Murong Junlan and asked, "Your Highness, what law have you broken?"

Murong Junlan was also completely bewildered. Hadn't he and she just come down from the mountain? How could he have had time to break the law? He didn't even know when or what law he had broken. So Murong calmly said:

"You'd better understand this, otherwise it'll be easy to tie me up but difficult to untie me."

The constable waved the notice and shouted, "So that you can die in peace, let me tell you, someone has accused you of embezzling Anqiao Temple. Now you are wanted throughout the city. We didn't wrong you, did we?"

Yan'er's eyes widened: "He's taken over Anqiao Temple?"

The head constable held his baton across Yan'er's neck and sternly ordered, "Men, arrest his accomplices as well."