After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

The next day, Mo Shan'an slept very well. Apart from the chain on his wrist being a bit troublesome, everything else was fine.

The woman beside her looked exhausted, clearly having not slept well the night before, and the use of the water mirror in the past few days had also depleted her spiritual energy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why do you look so listless? Did you go thief yesterday?"

Since she had already confessed everything yesterday, Mo Shan'an decided to stop pretending and simply spread her hands, saying, "I'm hungry, I want to eat something."

He lay sprawled on the table like a big shot, refusing to go anywhere unless he was given food, as if he thought, "You wouldn't dare kill me anyway."

Last night, Qingnu was afraid that the other party would run away, so she didn't dare to rest all night. Despite being so cute, she couldn't stay still for even a moment.

"Now that we've eaten, it's time for us to continue our journey."

"Oh, let's talk after I'm full."

Mo Shan'an held the large steamed buns that had just been served, and his little hands were a little red from the heat, so he could only regretfully place them on the steamer.

While waiting for the steamed buns to cool down, I got a little bored and started asking questions.

"Do you gods also enjoy romance?"

The woman looked at him warily. "What do you mean? What do you know?"

"Aren't you looking for someone?"

Based on the story Di Moxiao told him, Mo Shan'an pondered it yesterday and roughly guessed what the woman wanted to do.

"how do you know?"

"Of course I guessed it. Someone told me that a hundred years ago, a water god took the blame for your mistake. I guess he must have been a man?"

Seeing that the steamed bun had cooled him down enough, Mo Shan'an contentedly took a bite. The meat bun was even bigger than his face.

"Yes, the Goddess Qinglian was the gentlest person among the gods, but she shouldn't have died like this. I haven't even confessed my feelings to her yet, how could she die!"

The woman in blue seemed to be possessed, repeatedly chanting the last sentence.

With his cheeks puffed out and his expression blurry, Mo Shan'an asked, "Does he like mud?"

"Of course the Goddess Qinglian likes me. We have been together for thousands of years, but we just lack the opportunity to be together."

According to the woman, the God of Pure Lotus was a gentle and refined man, and they were in love with each other, which made someone who often wentssip believe it at most 30%.

"Then why would you forgive such a serious mistake?"

Qingnu's face immediately showed remorse, and she clenched her hands to confess, "That day I saw that Qinglian was unwell, so I wanted to get her some medicine. Who knew that returning late would lead to such consequences?"

From the woman's words, one could only sense her deep regret that the man she loved had died because of this incident.

She showed no remorse for the departed souls, nor did she feel she had done anything wrong. This made Mo Shan'an shake his head; being love-struck was truly terrifying.

Qingnu suppressed her sorrow, staring blankly at the cub still eating, and impatiently tugged at the water chain. "We should go."

Mo Shan'an quickly picked up another bun, swallowed the last bite, and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Oh? Benefactor, this humble monk sees you as having a distinguished bearing, clearly a promising talent for cultivation. Would you like to join our sect?"

The sweeping monk who was chanting was the same monk who had advised Mo Shan'an to give up his three thousand worries last time.

Di Moxiao let the man ramble on, only asking calmly, "Qinglian?"

Although they look very similar, their personalities are completely different. I was quite surprised when I saw him on the demon race last time.

"So you know my name, that's good. Are you looking for me to become a monk?"

"........."

Di Moxiao grabbed the other man by the collar and dragged him away. The latter was innocently being dragged along while still holding a broom.

"Esteemed benefactor, let's talk this out. I wonder what I have done to offend you?"

"To shut up"

Di Moxiao frowned and threw him to the ground again. Since Qing Nu knew he was here, it meant she would be here soon.

"I'm giving you two choices: death or..."

"The young monk chooses two."

The man decisively chose the second option, saying that as long as he didn't die, everything was negotiable.

"What do you want this humble monk to do? I will not do murder or arson."

"Stay here and do not leave my sight, otherwise,"

"boom"

With a gentle wave of his hand, Di Moxiao tore a small house next to him in two.

"Ah, this is my humble abode."

Ignoring the man's painful screams, Di Moxiao's murderous aura silenced him.

Qinglian held her head in frustration. She should have followed her master down the mountain; that way, she wouldn't have encountered such a strange man.

Unable to run away or fight back, he could only resign himself to his fate and ask, "May I continue cleaning?"

Di Moxiao's lips curled into a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, yet it made people feel uneasy.

"What do you think?"

The monk, now completely silent, could only sit on the steps with a broom in his arms, pondering what he had done to offend this living devil.

"I'm exhausted, I'm not climbing anymore!"

Early in the morning, Mo Shan'an got into a tiff with the steps. He must have a grudge against steps in his life, otherwise why would they always be so long and he couldn't see the end?

Why don't we fly up there?

He just couldn't understand. Didn't he have spiritual power? Why was he in such a sorry state?

Mo Shan'an suddenly had a flash of inspiration: That's right, why doesn't he fly up!

He revealed his wings and happily flapped them, finally finding a way to avoid getting tired.

When Qingnu saw the black wings behind him, her face showed a complex emotion. Was he a young member of the Feather Clan?

"Are you a member of the Feathered Clan?"

Mo Shan'an curled his lip in disdain. How did growing a pair of wings suddenly make him related to the Feather Clan?

"This young master is not a member of the Feather Clan."

"But you,"

Mo Shan'an took out a meat bun from his pocket, took a vicious bite, and shouted at the woman in a cute but fierce manner, "Having wings doesn't make you a Feather Clan member. You have delusions, how come you're not a mental patient!"

Qingnu didn't know what he was saying incoherently, nor did she want to understand, as it would only waste her time.

Throughout the journey, the other party gave Mo Shan'an the feeling of a mentally ill person suffering from delusions. Sometimes he even doubted whether the Qinglian Goddess really existed.

If she's not around, wouldn't he be unable to get rid of this woman forever? That's terrifying!

"Is the Pure Lotus Goddess you admire really on this mountain?"

"I could never be wrong about something like the reincarnation of a god."

The woman's determined expression reassured Mo Shan'an considerably. "Please don't make a mistake."

With the wings, the person comfortably ate the meat bun in their hand, thinking to themselves, "I wonder what kind of man could make someone so infatuated."