Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Destiny, the Protagonist Takes a Backseat

Ji Qiuzhe didn't gain any advantage, nor did he hold it against him.

He understands, the baby's shy~ Let him off the hook for now~

003 laughed in the space: The host's skin is getting thicker and thicker!

Most of the incense sellers were elderly women. Ji Qiuzhe randomly picked one and bought a bundle of incense with gold cloud patterns, as well as two red candles wrapped in transparent plastic.

Both he and Li Yu were outstanding in appearance, and once the old woman received the money, she couldn't help but start thinking about other things.

"Young man, are you single? The girls in our Qingning Village are all incredibly beautiful, especially Xiaoling from the village chief's family. She's the only college student in the village, and she's absolutely gorgeous. If you're interested, I can introduce you to her."

The old woman spoke broken Mandarin, her eyes blatantly scanning the two men, as if they were commodities being sold.

Before Ji Qiuzhe could say anything, Li Yu grabbed his hand as if asserting her ownership, saying, "No need, I have a lover."

Since they were in a village, the two originally didn't plan to hold hands in order to avoid attracting attention.

Despite Li Yu's threatening gaze, Ji Qiuzhe laughed without any burden, and raised the two hands that were clasped together, waving them in front of the old woman.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I have a husband."

After saying that, ignoring the old woman's disgusted expression, he turned and left briskly.

[Darkness level -5%, current darkness level 83%.]

After walking a few meters, Ji Qiuzhe finally looked at the silent person and asked, "Are you happy? Hmm?"

Li Yu smiled and said, "A little."

"Then give me a kiss."

This time, Ji Qiuzhe got the kiss he wanted, as soft as a goose feather.

Fortunately, the pedestrians were in a hurry and no one noticed the brief overlap of figures on the path, leaving that moment of beauty in the wind.

Following the tourists, the two soon saw the 'temple' built in the mountains. Calling it a temple was not accurate; to be precise, it was a shrine.

A shrine with flourishing incense offerings.

Most of the people who come to worship are not the descendants of those whose memorial tablets are enshrined inside, but unrelated strangers, which is absurd.

The ancestral hall was small, only able to accommodate about ten people at a time to offer incense. Ji Qiuzhe and Li Yu finally got to line up, placed the incense they brought on the table, and stood there observing the statue in the center of the ancestral hall.

It was a wooden sculpture of a human figure with long, flowing hair, wearing a colorful satin Confucian robe, with a shawl draped over its arm. Its left hand was forming a mudra, and its right hand was entwined with a green snake. Its face was serene, and its gender was indistinguishable.

The statue clearly holds a high status, not only being placed in the center but also towering above the surrounding memorial tablets.

In front of the statue was a huge incense burner, filled with swirling smoke. Incense smoke rose into the air with the smoke, drifting precisely to the statue directly above it before slowly dissipating.

Despite the statue's benevolent appearance, Ji Qiuzhe couldn't detect any kindness in it. Instead, he felt that its expression was more like crying than smiling.

The appearance reflects the heart. Could a statue that has enjoyed incense offerings for three whole years develop a non-existent intelligence?

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? If you're not going to offer incense, hurry up and leave. Can't you see there are so many people waiting behind you?"

A simply dressed middle-aged man came over and chased people away.

Ji Qiuzhe had no intention of offering sacrifices at all, and immediately pulled Li Yu away.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Li Yu said, "That statue contains a secret."

Ji Qiuzhe glanced at him in surprise. He hadn't even noticed, but Li Yu had actually discovered it.

"How did you tell?"

Li Yu: "I felt it."

Ji Qiuzhe: "Do zombies have such a keen sixth sense?"

Thinking about how he had followed him before without being discovered, it seemed quite reasonable.

To be honest, in this world, Li Yu is undoubtedly the pinnacle of combat power right now, so it's normal for him to have some skills.

Hmm, it seems I can take more pills.

The main characters are not to be trifled with either. Zhao Tiansheng alone has the entire Xuanmen sect as his backing. Sooner or later, the two sides will have a final showdown. Ji Qiuzhe is afraid that Li Yu will lose because of his burden.

“Zombie…” Li Yu pursed his lips.

Ji Qiuzhe: ...pills...

"Baby, I was wrong, you are a god descended from heaven..."

It was so hard to finally appease him.

The two returned to Ning Hao's house, where Yu Jia and Yu Lou were standing at the door, eagerly waiting for them.

"Master, how's the investigation going?" Yu Jia asked, leaning closer.

"There are some clues."

Ji Qiuzhe answered quickly.

"Oh."

Yu Jia stopped asking, afraid that Ji Qiuzhe would think she was stupid.

Hearing the commotion, Ning Hao also came out to greet them, looking at Ji Qiuzhe and the other person with expectant eyes.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Li, what did you find when you went out?"

"It's hard to say. We went to the ancestral hall. Xiao Ning, your village's ancestral hall is so popular, yet there's not a single word about it online," Ji Qiuzhe teased.

Ning Hao scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "No, at first only people from our village would go to worship at our Ning family ancestral hall every year. Later, I don't know what happened, but it suddenly became popular. People said that the prayers were very effective, and many people came here because of its reputation."

“But after all, it is our village’s ancestral hall, not a temple. Our village has explicit rules against taking photos or revealing information online. Otherwise, your prayers will not be answered and you will only get into trouble.”

"Really? Is it that hard to believe?" Ji Qiuzhe said, expressing disbelief.

Ning Hao suddenly became serious and instructed, "Of course it's true, Brother Ji, don't disbelieve me. There really are people who have gotten into trouble for not following the rules. You must not break the rules."

“Oh, of course we wouldn’t, but…” Ji Qiuzhe changed the subject, “Since it’s so effective, did you take Sister Miaomiao to offer incense last time?”

"Of course... wait, what do you mean?" Ning Hao's eyes widened instantly, and he asked in a trembling voice, "It can't... it can't be related to that place, can it?"

"If you answer correctly, there is no reward."

Ning Hao immediately deflated.

"To be precise, it's related to the wooden carving placed in the middle," Ji Qiuzhe said quietly.

“A wooden carving.” Ning Hao waved his hand immediately upon hearing this. “Impossible. That wooden carving is the guardian deity of our village. My elders say that it is a true earth immortal who has successfully obtained a title and has protected our village for over two hundred years. How could it possibly harm anyone?”

"Earth Immortal?"

Ji Qiuzhe frowned. Earth Immortals are called Immortals because they have already transcended the category of demons and generally would not do evil things like devouring the souls of saints.

But Li Yu's intuition is never wrong.

"Let's go take a look together tonight, and bring Sister Miaomiao along," Ji Qiuzhe decided.

Ning Hao wanted to refuse, as offending the guardian deity and ancestral tablets would be punished by heaven, but thinking of his girlfriend who was still waiting for him to save her life, he couldn't bring himself to argue.

So, on a dark and windy night, while Aunt Pang was asleep...

Ning Hao carried Pang Miao on his back and followed behind Ji Qiuzhe and the other three, heading to the Ning Clan Ancestral Hall in the dark.

There are no people with other surnames in Qingning Village; the entire village shares the same surname. Therefore, the Ning Clan Ancestral Hall enshrines the ancestors of everyone in the village, resulting in a large number of ancestral tablets.