Chapter Ten: A Lump of Yellow Earth, Red Faces and White Bon

window, now only the darkness flowed between the two of them.One person sat, the other lay down, both breathing evenly.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!It seems like...Exit from the west gate of Fenglin City, follow the official road straight ahead for about seven or eight miles, then turn left onto a small path. In less than half an incense stick's time, you will see the Green Willow River surrounded by weeping willows.

A gentle evening breeze caresses the face, and the bright moon is reflected in the shimmering water.

When Jiang Wang came out of the small path, he saw Ling He's thin back, standing by the river like a silent tree.

“Hey, let me see.” Zhao Ruchen scrambled to his front, hanging his neck and said, “You’ve been hiding and crying, haven’t you”

Ling He was a little helpless, "How did you guys come here"

“Your voice sounds a little hoarse. You must have cried!”

At this moment, a rough voice emerged from the bushes by the river, "Zhao, you're quite a handful sometimes, you know that"

“Tiger Brother, are you here too” Zhao Rucheng shrank his neck. Du Yexi, this brute, was truly one who would strike without hesitation and wouldn't even care about his handsome face.

"I was already here drinking." Du Yeliu said sullenly, his alcoholic breath swirling in the evening breeze. "Didn't expect him to bring that guy over too, what a nuisance."

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"That's right! Why bury him at all" Zhao Ruchen chimed in, "This kind of heartless wretch should be thrown directly into the river, letting him float downstream to feed the fish and shrimp."

Jiang Wang glanced in the direction Du Yexiao had gone, "He's buried there"

"Lao San," Ling He explained, taking Jiang Wang's feelings into consideration, "I haven't forgotten Peng Ju's bad deeds, but I also remember his good ones. My family was poor and we often didn't have enough to eat. Peng Ju always used the excuse of needing me to teach him martial arts, dragging me around until it was time for dinner. He died because he deserved it, but I can't just let his body rot in the wilderness... Of course, you've been good to me too. That year when we suppressed the Qingniu Village bandits, you risked your life to save me..."

"What's the point of saying all this" Jiang Wang interrupted, "My father told me when I was younger that adults are different from children. The first thing an adult must learn is to accept differences. It's childish to say you won't play with someone just because they aren't your friend. You and Fang Pengju can each have your own opinions. I won't interfere with your loyalty to him, and he won't affect my decision to cut ties. "

"That's the way it is." Ling He said.

He looked around at the green willow bank of the river under the night, "There's always a feeling like it was just yesterday. Things here haven't changed much, but we've all changed."

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"Nothing remains the same; the only constant in this world is change." Zhao Rucheng said with a deep meaning, then cheekily leaned towards Ling He, "It's not usually this late burying someone, did you two cry your hearts out hugging each other"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he sprang to his feet, nimbly dodging Du Yexi's flying leg.

"Tsk tsk tsk, getting angry out of embarrassment..." He started with a provocative remark, but quickly stopped and bowed hastily. "Wrong, wrong, Tiger Brother."

Du Yecho had already clenched his fists and chased after him, "You're right, I'm going to cry with you."

Looking at the two people playing around, Linghe said leisurely, "But I believe there are always some things that won't be changed."

"I agree with half of what you said," Jiang Wang said.

The "sparring" between Du Yexi and Zhao Ruocheng somehow turned into a four-person brawl. Fists and feet flew, tripping each other up. In the end, everyone was panting and gasping for breath, then burst out laughing together and ended up sobbing in each other's arms.

If anyone happened to pass by Green Willow River tonight, they would probably hear another ghost story about a water demon.

The four brothers finally left the Green Willow River side by side, leaving this place that recorded their youth and friendship.

No one spoke again.

"It's just Zhao Rucheng muttering as he turned back:"

"Over there, stop messing with your friends. You jerk."

Moonlight flowed in the shimmering Green Willow River and also spilled down from the crumbling roof of the Zhen Guan Temple.

Perhaps it was because of the moonlight, but the two people speaking in this dilapidated hut both appeared extremely pale.

Among them was a captivating woman, dressed in a vibrant crimson garment that accentuated her exquisite figure. Her curves were alluring, and the glimpse of pearly white revealed at the slightly opened collar captivated the eyes.

Her complexion was a little too pale, and logically, she should have appeared somewhat weak and sickly. However, she unexpectedly gave off an astonishingly alluring feeling. It was probably because of her overly vibrant red lips.

She sat there on the dusty incense altar, so beautiful yet so nonchalant.

She lightly touched her red lips with her pinky finger and said, "All the beggars in this view have died. It's truly distressing. What can we possibly use to offer a divine decree"

The sound seemed to circle the cobwebs on the eaves first before reaching its destination, sounding a little hollow.

“The soul of a cultivator is enough.”

The speaker stood at the doorway. Unlike the Red-Silk Woman, he seemed unwilling even to set half a foot inside this filthy place, and he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms.

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"Oh, it's so easy to talk about," said the woman in red. "We have to sneak around to kill a few mortals, but killing a cultivator Are you afraid that the Zhuang Guo Dao Institute won't come looking for us"

"Every single person in this city is going to die sooner or later." The man said, frowning. "Do we really have to talk here"

The woman in red laughed, "The renowned Zuo Guanglie fell here. The people of Zhuang Kingdom have searched this place at least ten times over, and there's nowhere cleaner nearby."

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When it comes to Zuo Guanglie, she actually closed her eyes slightly, revealing a dazed expression. Even the pale complexion on her face quickly flushed red, "I seem to still smell his powerful aura~"

"Getting back to business," the man interrupted her daydreaming without a flicker of emotion. "Wei Qiji is not someone to be trifled with, and now there's Dong A as well. We absolutely must find Daozi as quickly as possible. These Qin and Chu barbarians fighting here are making it impossible for the sacrificial ceremony to proceed. To me, it would be simpler and more efficient to directly sacrifice a cultivator instead of gradually snatching up mortals one by one."

There are not just one way to seek death, why do you have to be so particular Isn't drawing your sword and cutting your throat good enough Or perhaps being struck by lightning

Perhaps disturbed by the unpleasantness of her interrupted reverie, Hongshang's woman opened her beautiful eyes and reined in her smile. "Before Daozi appears in the world, you better know what it means to be low-key!"

The man seemed a little angry, covering his nose and saying, "Miaoyu! It doesn't seem like you meant to attack Fenglin Daoist Temple! Now the whole city is in turmoil. If we're not careful, our big plan will be ruined!"

"Do you understand anything This world is too big, with too many unexpected events! Who could have imagined that Zuo Guanglie would die like this And he just happened to ruin our sacrifice plan. The bones at the bottom of Wangchuan River have been silent for too long! There can't be any more accidents! Right now, Dong A is crucial to Fenglin City, we must know his strength and limits! Some sacrifices are inevitable. Besides..."

A woman in red named Miao Yu licked her lips: "Do you know that the beggars in this dilapidated temple haven't died out I smelled a familiar scent in the Fenglin City Daoist Academy..."

This filthy environment made the man even more impatient: "The life and death of a mere beggar, is it worth my concern"

This time, Miaoyu just casually stretched, her beautiful figure was undoubtedly revealed. "Fool," she said.

The man narrowed his eyes, concealing the fleeting desire in them. “Don’t think that just because you are nominally the Daozi’s woman, you can be so brazen. There have been many Saintesses in the teachings over the past millennia. When the Daozi appears, whether he wants you or not, whether he acknowledges you or not, remains to be seen.”

"Red beauty, white bone, empty and illusory. Can't you see through it"

"Hehehehehe." The man turned and walked towards the window. "I can't see through it, so what does it matter That's all there is to it."

After a long time, whispers of temptation began to softly echo in this quiet and dilapidated old temple, rippling out like moonlight.

“How could he not love me How could he not want me I've waited for so many years, endured for so many years...” demon as a shield. When Yan Chunhui's sword flew over, he had no choice but to kill the blood demon first and then me. To Yan Chunhui, it was all within one sword, and there was no difference... But...