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

The man, whose legs were starting to go numb from sitting, cautiously looked behind him and, finding that the person who had threatened him was gone, immediately broke into a smile.

"That male benefactor is really something, leaving without even reminding this humble monk."

Just as he was about to stand up, a small stone fell from the sky and hit him on the head.

"Hey! Who's throwing stones like that?"

"If you move again, next time I'll throw more than just a rock."

The familiar warning sound made him obediently sit back down.

Mo Shan'an finally saw that there were no more staircases in front of him. Flying was tiring, but it was still better than walking.

"The Pure Lotus Goddess?"

He heard the woman beside him whisper her name, and when he saw her tearful eyes, he looked up and was almost blinded by the sight.

Facing the sunlight, he only saw

"How dazzling... a braised egg."

Mo Shan'an squinted, trying desperately to see the other person's face clearly.

Then I noticed a man sitting on the steps ahead. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see his bald head.

He fell silent. Was this the gentle and refined Qinglian Goddess that the woman had been talking about?

This was clearly a bald monk, which instantly lowered his expectations.

Qingnu grabbed Mo Shan'an and flew straight over. She looked at the man in front of her excitedly and said, "Goddess Qinglian! I've finally found you."

“Madam, men and women should not touch each other. Please do not get too close to this humble monk.”

This enthusiastic woman overwhelmed him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Shan'an turned around and looked over. Oh, isn't this the young man who advised him to become a monk?

He widened his eyes, pointed at the person in front of him, and asked uncertainly, "..."

"He...he is the one you admire? The Pure Lotus Goddess!!!"

After the woman nodded, he smirked and said, "Then you two are truly destined for each other. I've even become a monk in this life, so it seems we're still not meant to be."

"This humble monk is not a deity; my Dharma name is Qinglian."

After explaining to the female lead, he stepped back and asked, "This humble monk has something to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

Qingnu thought he wanted to talk to her, and looked at him expectantly.

The latter smiled slightly at her, then turned to Mo Shan'an.

"Young benefactor, this humble monk has his eye on you."

"His physique is extraordinary; he's definitely a cultivation prodigy."

Mo Shan'an already knew what he was going to say, but this time he said it for him first.

Qinglian scratched her head. The little guy's voice sounded so familiar, like she'd heard it somewhere before.

"Young benefactor, you are truly exceptionally intelligent." No wonder he has taken a liking to you.

Qingnu, who had been ignored all along, frowned as she looked at Mo Shan'an, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes. How could he steal the attention of the High God?

"you,"

She thought of stepping forward to interrupt their conversation, but a golden whip of light wrapped around her neck, making her unable to move.

Qingnu didn't expect the other party to arrive so quickly.

"Dragon, Dragon Lord?"

A man in a golden robe appeared behind him. When Di Moxiao saw the chain on the little guy's hand, his eyes narrowed coldly, filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

"I've been waiting for you for quite some time."

After the restraints on Mo Shan'an's wrists were removed, leaving a red mark around them, he rubbed his wrists before walking over to Di Moxiao's side.

Looking at Qingnu, who was almost unable to breathe, he gripped the whip tightly with both hands, trying to break free.

"Help, help me!"

She reached out her hand to the man not far away, her eyes filled with anticipation and adoration.

"This this"

The man had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to persuade her, "Sir, it's best to be forgiving. Since this lady knows she was wrong, we should give her a chance to atone for her sins."

He kept talking even as the woman was about to faint.

Mo Shan'an felt a headache just listening to it. She tugged at Di Moxiao's sleeve, shook her head, and thought, "Forget it, it's pretty miserable that she has mental problems."

"I'm fine, look."

Out of consideration for the good food and drink the young woman was giving him, he reluctantly offered to help her out.

Di Moxiao looked down into the cub's eyes and finally listened to him and withdrew the light whip.

"cough cough"

Qingnu coughed violently, leaving bluish-purple marks on her neck immediately. Thankfully, she was still alive.

After checking that Mo Shan'an had no other problems, Di Moxiao got up and stared at Qingnu lying on the ground.

"Didn't you want me to help you?"

Qingnu stared at the man in front of her in disbelief. He would still help her?

"I will grant your wish, my lord."

Under the watchful eyes of the others, Di Moxiao formed a complex hand seal, which transformed into a golden light that entered the body of the man opposite him.

After the golden light dissipated, Ji saw the monk lying on the ground. Curious, Mo Shan'an ran over and stuck out a finger under the monk's nose. Oh, thankfully, he wasn't breathing.

She's not breathing!!!

Mo Shan'an blinked, clapped his hands innocently as if nothing had happened, and then scurried back to Di Moxiao's side, whispering something.

Where will we bury him later?

My first thought was whether Di Moxiao would be arrested for indiscriminate killing.

They were discussing how to handle the evidence when someone stood up the next second.

"It's a fake corpse!"

Mo Shan'an quickly grabbed Di Moxiao's leg and hid, his body completely blocked, only his head turned to the side, revealing a pair of curious and frightened eyes.

"The Pure Lotus Goddess?"

Qingnu stepped forward with a slightly hoarse voice, and the male protagonist, who had fainted, was indeed like a different person when he woke up again.

"Qingnu?"

There was no joy in the man's eyes, but rather indifference and estrangement.

After looking around, Qinglian turned to Di Moxiao. No one else here had the ability to awaken his consciousness.

"haven't seen you for a long time"

Facing his old friend, he smiled slightly and looked down at the pair of light-colored golden eyes behind his friend, eyes that were the same as his own.

"I never imagined that you would have a child in just a hundred years?"

Mo Shan'an finally understood what it meant for a person's temperament to change their appearance, and the man in front of her perfectly demonstrated this.

"Lord Qinglian, there is something I want to tell you."

The woman blushed, causing Qinglian to involuntarily take a half-step back.

"Qingnu, I think you've misunderstood."

"Misunderstand?"

Qingnu stood there, stunned. How could she have misunderstood?

Don't you like me?

The man explained helplessly, "As I've already said, I don't have any romantic feelings for you."

"I don't believe it. You even took the punishment from Heaven for me. Is all of this fake?"

Upon hearing their words, Mo Shan'an stared at them with his big, round eyes without blinking. Just as he had expected, it seemed that the Goddess Qinglian really had no interest in Qingnu.

Do you think they might start fighting?

"will not"

Di Moxiao was not interested in these romantic relationships. The reason he allowed the other party's consciousness to emerge was simply to get the best revenge on Qingnu.

"But isn't he already dead? Why?"

"It's only temporary."

He simply wanted to let her know that, compared to death, shattering her delusions completely was the cruelest thing to do.

"I do not believe"

Qingnu tried to grab the man's hand, but he dodged it.

Qinglian frowned, looking at the unreasonable Qingnu in front of her, and her tone became more forceful.

The reason I chose to take the blame for you is not because I like you. Everything started with me, and it will end with me.

Qingnu abandoned her post because of him. Even though Qinglian knew nothing, she felt guilty for the lives lost in the flood.