I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong smiled and said, "It seems that the calamity of the Fusang God is not going to be averted. Speaking of which, does the village chief's wife like to keep mentioning this phrase so much that she wants to make the Fusang God angry?"

"You're talking nonsense! Nonsense..." The village chief's wife started muttering something again.

"The village chief's wife is getting on in years, please forgive her, distinguished guest."

"I understand, I understand." Fan Zhiyi pulled Bing Nandong back. Bing Nandong's action had startled him. He couldn't praise him, he just said that Bing Nandong was lucky not to be as rebellious as Zhuang Yujing. The next second, Bing Nandong taught him a lesson in how to behave. He would definitely scold Bing Nandong when he went out and tell him not to show off.

The old man said, "The ceremony is complete. The Fusang God will travel and meet the villagers, bestowing blessings upon them!"

While the old man was speaking, Fan Zhiyi and his group of six all turned their attention to the statue. It was a wooden carving that resembled a Buddha but wasn't quite one; if one had to pinpoint its identity, it was difficult to give a clear answer. It had four heads and five arms, sitting on a lotus flower, with each arm holding something. Upon closer inspection, these items appeared to correspond to the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The four heads displayed expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but they all shared one thing in common: their eyes were all half-open.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt those eyes move, as if they had all moved to the side and were staring at him. Coupled with that smile, it sent chills down his spine. He widened his eyes and blinked, as if he had returned to normal.

Hallucination? According to the novel's plot, in such situations, hallucinations are often real.

Bing Nandong felt that after truly seeing the statue's true form, the spiritual power within his body began to surge uncontrollably, and a strong desire commanded him to take the statue away and devour it.

Bing Nandong hated this thought and feeling. He was afraid that he would really lose control, so he immediately went out of the cave after the old man finished speaking. Fan Zhiyi saw him like this and naturally chased after him: "Cen Jun, you come out with them. Remember not to be impulsive. Notify me if anything happens."

Fan Zhiyi went out and grabbed Bing Nandong, noticing that his breathing was very uneven. Since they were standing in the middle and were too conspicuous, he dragged him to the front of the crowd so that Cen Jun could see him immediately when he came out.

Fan Zhiyi asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Bing Nandong shook his head, but his face looked terrible. Fan Zhiyi checked his temperature and found he didn't have a fever. So he transferred his spiritual energy to him and noticed that Bing Nandong's spiritual energy was disordered again. Why at this time of year? He said, "Come with me to the woods, and I'll help you regulate it."

Since the last major spiritual energy upheaval, the biggest obstacle in Bing Nandong's body has shifted to Fan Zhiyi's body. Therefore, the daily spiritual energy channeling to Fan Zhiyi has been changed to once every three days, giving Bing Nandong ample time to absorb and integrate it on his own. They just channeled it yesterday, so how could this happen now?

"No need, I'm fine," Bing Nandong said firmly. "I can manage on my own."

"Why are you being so stubborn?" Fan Zhiyi knew that once Bing Nandong made up his mind, nothing could change it, so he decided to compromise. "I'll help you after this is over."

"it is good."

"Also, what were you doing lifting that cloth? What if something had happened?" Fan Zhiyi belatedly realized that this was a supernatural cultivation novel, so ghosts and such would actually appear.

He's a hypocrite; he might love dragons but fear them in reality. He can do it when reading novels and even fantasizes about how he'll slaughter everyone and capture ghosts, but he can't do it when he actually encounters someone like him. Fan Zhiyi has no real combat experience, and he's afraid that there's some kind of ghost under that red cloth. Maybe if he uncovers it, he'll be cursed or encounter a ghost. Even if he has high magical power, he's actually just a half-baked guy.

Bing Nandong looked at him and asked, "Didn't Master also go to kneel and pay homage?"

"I was... I am your master, I have to protect you."

"I am the disciple, I must protect my master."

Beautiful, a perfect closure.

Fan Zhiyi was speechless, while Bing Nandong still had the mood to smile at him, as if he wasn't the one who had just lost his composure: "This disciple won't do it again next time."

This Fan Zhiyi is experienced; he talks a lot but never changes his ways.

Then Bing Nan Dong asked him, "What wish did Master just make inside?"

Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat and turned his face away: "It's nothing." He still needed to salvage his image as a cold and aloof master, someone untouched by worldly affairs.

Just then, Cen Jun came over: "Master, the Fusang God has begun his procession."

Meanwhile, He An and Zhuang Yujing were approaching them. Fan Zhiyi heard He An scolding Zhuang Yujing: "Young Master, you were too reckless this time."

"When have you ever not called me reckless?" Zhuang Yujing muttered.

He An frowned: "Young Master, what will I do if something happens to you? After all these years, how come you still can't learn to discuss things with me? Next time there's something dangerous, you can just arrange for me to do it."

"You said it was dangerous, and I still let you do it? Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Perhaps seeing He An's serious expression, Zhuang Yujing relented. "Next time, definitely. Besides, I wasn't being reckless. I just wanted to provoke them and see what they were up to."

Fan Zhiyi sighed, realizing that people who are not the same type can not get along. He looked at Bing Nandong, who immediately retorted as if he had a feeling, "I am not like that idiot."

"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi coaxed him. Now that everyone was here, Fan Zhiyi said, "This seems strange. They must be hiding something from us."

“Master, did you notice that there was no meat in that offering?” Cen Jun said.

"Perhaps it's because the original form of the Fusang God was a tree, so he doesn't like meat?" He An speculated.

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong laughed and said, "He doesn't commit any acts of killing, yet he punishes the villagers everywhere. What kind of god is this? How can he bear to watch the people who worship him suffer and impose hardships on them?"

“No.” Fan Zhiyi knew this. After all, he was a modern person and used to grow some flowers and plants. He knew that “plants, especially trees, need to absorb some nutrients from animal carcasses, so they are not completely vegetarians.”

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Cen Jun asked, "Master, what is a vegetarian?"

"It means... not eating meat." Is that the main point, protagonist?

“I also think this is a bit strange.” Lin Taiyin was the first to steer the conversation back on track. “When I was kneeling, I heard a lot of people laughing in a high-pitched voice, both men and women, but the laughter stopped when I stood up.” He lowered his voice and deliberately spoke in a slow and low tone.

Fan Zhiyi shuddered. He wasn't an aborigine; he genuinely liked these kinds of stories, but he was also genuinely afraid of them.

Then Lin Taiyin asked, "Did you hear anything when you were kneeling and worshipping?"