A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 203 The Little Taoist Priest is Born

Wulu took Xiaoyao away with the emperor's decree.

This shocking news made Xiang He sit up abruptly. "What happened just now?"

"Yes."

Another unexpected incident occurred. Xiang He got up and paced back and forth in the open space, his brows furrowed in deep thought.

"Wu Lu took Xiao Yao away... He once taught Xiao Yao the art of Soul Control..."

Muttering to herself, Xiang He's mind raced, connecting a series of fragmented thoughts, "Longguang Temple... what exactly is inside Longguang Temple..."

Because the incident happened so suddenly, Xiang He's hands were still in the cloth bag when her fingertips touched something. Xiang He suddenly came to her senses, took out a piece of paper, and drew a picture of the temple from her memory on it.

She placed the drawing paper on the table. "Is this what Ryuko-ji Temple looks like?"

Qi Xin and Xing Ji both shook their heads. "Longguang Temple is in the palace, unlike this temple which is deep in the secluded mountains."

Do you have any impression of this place?

The two shook their heads again, and Xiang He had no choice but to give up. She was still wondering what the connection might be.

After putting away the drawing paper, Xiang He looked anxiously at the gate in front of the path, "Shen Zhuoci won't be able to get the person back, will he?"

"No, that was His Majesty's decree."

Unexpectedly, Wulu managed to use the emperor's words to easily take Xiaoyao away.

What exactly is he trying to do? Does he want to give Xiaoyao another golden bell and reorganize a puppet army?

Xiaoyao's broken golden bell is currently in Xianghe's cloth bag. It would be easy to repair if she wanted to, but Xianghe doesn't want to rebuild it, so she has just left it there.

My mind was in turmoil, and my brain started to throb. I plopped down and lay down.

"girl?"

With her eyes closed, she raised her hand and waved, "It's nothing, I just thought too much and my head hurts..."

Seeing her with her eyes closed and brows furrowed in distress, Xing Ji bowed slightly. "Miss, even if the Imperial Preceptor takes Xiaoyao away, there's nothing he can do at Longguang Temple in the palace. You don't need to worry too much."

“I’m just worried about what they might do…” Xiang He raised her hand and frowned. “This Imperial Advisor has a lot of influence with the Emperor…”

“Yes,” Xing Ji’s eyes deepened, “You could say that the Emperor was raised by the Imperial Advisor.”

"..."

This is no different from family; no wonder the Imperial Preceptor could easily obtain the Emperor's decree.

The late emperor has passed away, leaving the young emperor to manage the country. He is too young to know how to handle state affairs. With someone by his side offering advice and solving the problems, he will naturally rely on him.

"To put it bluntly, if the Imperial Advisor wanted to rebel, wouldn't the Emperor have to give up his seat on the spot..."

"Don't say it!" Qi Xin stretched out his hand but dared not cover it, and could only anxiously say, "You must never say this out loud, or you will be killed!"

"It's just us here, what's wrong with talking about it?"

Xiang He sighed dejectedly, "Now we can only wait for the Imperial Advisor to make a move. We're in a very passive position..."

The three were speechless for a moment. Even Jinghua Shuiyue didn't know what to say, but from their words, he learned that the Imperial Advisor was harboring evil intentions again, and he feared that turmoil would once again rise in the capital.

The courtyard remained silent for a long time until it was broken by a very soft knock on the door.

The three immediately turned their heads and looked warily. Xing Ji took a step towards the door and saw a man dressed in gray and white clothes outside through the crack.

He asked through the door who he was, "Who are you?"

The person outside seemed hesitant, pausing for a moment before answering, "It's Xiaodao from Longguang Temple, Zhengsheng."

Xing Ji paused, his hand holding the copper ring twitching, and frowned. "What is it? The young master is not here."

"I...I've come to see Miss Xiang..." There was a pause outside the door, "...I have some things I'd like to ask Miss Xiang, it has nothing to do with my master..."

Hearing his trembling voice, Xing Ji still opened the door, glanced at Zheng Sheng's appearance, stepped aside to let him in, and then locked the door tightly.

She led him back to the courtyard, where Xiang He was lying down looking at him.

"Hmm? Isn't this the young Taoist priest who's with Xiang Ling?"

Upon hearing Xiang He's words, Zheng Sheng shrugged and nodded, his head slightly lowered. "This humble Taoist priest, Zheng Sheng, has some matters I would like to ask you, young lady..."

Raising a brow, Xiang He stood up and sat down at the square table. "Sit."

Zheng Sheng seemed a little reserved, glancing at Qi Xin with narrowed eyes.

"Qi Xin, you go back first. I'd like to have a chat with this young Taoist priest."

Seeing that he couldn't listen to the commotion, Qi Xin grumbled and went into the inner courtyard, where he took out some books and started reading, occasionally making annotations, looking very serious.

Seeing how focused he was, Na Zhengsheng felt reassured and sat down.

Xing Ji went to prepare tea, and Xiang He pushed some fruit from the table towards him. "You came without Xiang Ling's knowledge?"

"They...they kept it all a secret..."

Nodding in realization, Xiang He rested her chin on her hand and studied his face. "What do you want to ask?"

Zheng Sheng's cheeks flushed slightly as she scrutinized him so closely. He glanced around and saw two other girls staring at him from behind, which made his face even redder.

This young Taoist priest is very shy...

Xiang He turned to look at Jinghua Shuiyue and said, "You two go play somewhere else."

"Okay~"

After the Mirror Flower Water Moon left, Xiang He asked again, but as soon as she finished speaking, a snow-white figure jumped out of her room and hopped onto Zheng Sheng's lap.

The sudden appearance of the little white rabbit startled Zheng Sheng, who screamed and waved his hands wildly, unsure of what to do.

But the little white rabbit on his lap just stared at him with its red eyes, occasionally moving its head.

The commotion startled Qi Xin in the inner courtyard. He peeked out and was surprised to see a young Taoist priest frightened by the rabbit. He pouted and continued reading his book.

The illusory world, still not far away, was all smiles.

Xiang He was amused by him, "Don't worry, Xiang Ling has completely dissipated her cultivation, she's just an ordinary rabbit now."

Suddenly, he remembered that day in the palace, when he was with Xiang Ling and watched as a human-shaped rabbit spirit suffered pain and collapsed in Xiang He's arms, covered in blood.

Xiang He disregarded revealing his identity to save her, thus preventing the rabbit from being completely destroyed.

Recalling what Xiang He had said that day, Zheng Sheng's brows furrowed with sorrow. "That day... I heard you say that even demons can be good or evil, and seeing the rabbit spirit's pained expression deeply moved me..."

"Hmm? So you mean you're different from Xiang Ling and the others?"

Zheng Sheng hunched his shoulders again, his hands trembling as he tried to touch the rabbit's white fur. As soon as his fingers touched it, he felt its softness and couldn't help but gently stroke it along the fur.

He, who had been tense and reserved since entering, miraculously relaxed at this moment. "I dare not say that my understanding is different, but ever since I saw the young lady save the rabbit spirit that day, I have begun to doubt my master's and grandmaster's saying that all demons are evil..."

"Wu Lu is your grandmaster?"

"Yes……"

At this moment, Xing Ji brought over two cups of tea, put them down, and stood behind Xiang He, looking down as if he was not listening, but in fact he was paying attention to Zheng Sheng's every word and action.

Xiang He pushed the teacup in front of him. "So, what did you come to ask me?"

The hand stroking the white fur paused, a veil of confusion appearing on her face. "Why does the young lady believe that demons are divided into good and evil? What about ghosts? I often see evil ghosts on the path..."