Hele Village.
At dawn, Grandma Li got up and started cooking. Jing Yingrong went to the back of the house to feed Chai Fengju some spiritual plants, and then after asking Grandma Li, she took a bowl of rice and went to the front yard to feed the chickens.
After scattering the rice, Jing Yingrong floated out from the surrounding chickens, took a look at the chicken coop, and made a new discovery.
"Egg."
She carried two eggs into the fire room. The surface of the eggs had been cleaned by her spiritual power.
"Hey, okay, add a steamed egg."
Grandma Li took the bowl, broke the eggs into the bowl, and then used chopsticks to break them up and stir.
Jing Yingrong: "Don't you want to hatch chicks?"
"There are enough chickens, no need. Miss Jing, help me pass the white jar over there."
"good."
After breakfast, Jing Yingrong asked while helping to clear away the dishes, "Can I stay for a few more days? I will pay you."
"That's great," Grandma Li said with a surprised look on her face, "I was thinking last night that I would keep you here for a few more days, just so we could celebrate the holidays together, and I was worried about delaying your affairs. I know you monks are very busy, and you live all over the world. If you are looking for opportunities, you are embarrassed to say it."
Jing Yingrong: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm not busy."
Grandma Li nodded repeatedly: "Don't pay me anything. I can't even be happy to have someone accompany me as an old woman to celebrate the Chinese New Year. I won't ask for any reward. Just talk and do things with me, and you can do the rest." Give it to me and I won’t accept it.”
"Um."
While the two were talking, a shout came from outside the yard: "Grandma Li, Grandma Li!"
"Hey, I'm here."
Grandma Li hurriedly opened the door and went out. There were two bullock carts parked outside the courtyard gate, with several villagers sitting on them.
One of the middle-aged women said: "Grandma, we are going to the town to buy things. Is there anything you need us to bring?"
"Yes, yes, let me think about it." Grandma Li turned around and went back to the house, took out a bulging small cloth bag, and handed it to the other party, "red paper, swim bladder glue, pen and ink..."
After she finished speaking, the other party smiled and said: "Okay, I've remembered everything. It's almost the holiday, so don't go up the mountain. I'll ask my husband to come and clean the house for you later. You can help take care of my girl." Oh, girl, her father is annoyed to death."
Another villager said: "I also called my little sister. She went hunting and she can't bring the two babies here by herself."
Grandma Li smiled and said: "Okay, okay, come all, come all."
After a while, two villagers, a man and a woman, arrived at the gate of Grandma Li's house. Behind them were three children of similar age, two of whom looked very similar and were obviously twins.
When they saw Jing Yingrong, both of them were very surprised. Grandma Li explained to them. After they understood, they introduced themselves to Jing Yingrong. The male villager was named Wang Qinshan and the female villager was named Xu Zhi.
Wang Qinshan and Xu Zhi rolled up their sleeves and started working, while the three young children wrapped themselves around Jing Yingrong.
"Sister, are you a monk? I heard that monks are very old. How old are you this year?"
Wang Qinshan's daughter asked, blinking her big eyes.
Jing Yingrong: "How old are you?"
"I'm five years old!"
"I'm so much older than you." Jing Yingrong raised the index fingers of both hands and spread them to the left and right.
The little girl looked at the distance between her two index fingers, bit her fingers and fell into confusion.
The elder brother of the twins asked curiously: "Sister, is it dangerous to be a monk? My mother said that being a monk means fighting and killing, and it is easy to die. She also said that Granny Li's daughter did not come back because - huh !”
His mouth was covered by his brother's little hand.
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and said: "In today's world, monks face more crises than mortals."
The twin brother shrank his neck: "Then I don't want to practice Taoism. I don't want to die."
The younger brother pouted: "You will die when you get old. Anyway, I want to practice Taoism. Maybe I will live as long as my sister. Xiaoying, what about you?"
Xiaoying had not yet turned around from the previous question, and said in a daze: "I'm still young, I'll think about it when I grow up."
"You are so stupid. To practice Taoism, the younger you are, the better. I want my mother to take me to the Taichu Temple's disciple recruitment conference!"
"What if they don't accept you?"
"I'll go to another sect, but I'm going to practice Taoism anyway!"
"My mother said that my father always said this when he was young..."
In the yard, three dolls chattered around the mirror. When Wang Qinshan and Xu Zhi saw this, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Grandma Li hurriedly went to the fire room to steam the cakes, and then sent them to Jing Yingrong and the children, and then started preparing lunch.
In the evening, the villagers who went to Jiangren Town to purchase goods came back. Jing Yingrong helped Grandma Li unload the items she wanted from the bullock cart and put them into the house. Wang Qinshan and Xu Zhi immediately said goodbye to Grandma Li and Jing Yingrong, and took the bullock cart home.
Three children sat on the bullock cart and waved reluctantly to Jing Yingrong. Because Jing Yingrong told them about real people in the monastic world all afternoon, she already had a very high status in their hearts.
Jing Yingrong looked at the things Grandma Li asked the villagers to buy and asked, "What are these used for?"
Grandma Li folded a stack of red paper and said, "Paper New Year's red. Just cut window grilles and paste couplets."
"Window grilles?"
Jing Yingrong looked outside the house, her eyes passed through many obstacles and landed on the red paper cut posted on the window of a certain house.
She picked up the scissors.
Grandma Li stopped her with a smile: "No hurry, no rush, we'll do it tomorrow. Come on, let's eat first."
…
Monster area.
"Longjing! This matter must not fail like this!"
The old man held a cane and hit the ground angrily.
The surrounding beings with vast auras were all silent, each focusing on the Longjing Beast King standing in the center.
Longjing's expression remained unchanged and she said, "I have no choice but which one of you is willing to take over? It only takes a little time."
He glanced at the faces of everyone present one by one. Anyone who came into contact with his eyes either turned away and looked away, or looked at him nonchalantly. In the end, no one responded.
The old man became more and more angry, but when his eyes touched the empty sleeve of Longjing's left robe, he had no choice but to hold back his anger.
Longjing withdrew her gaze and said in a voice so low that her emotions could not be heard: "I did something that none of you were willing to do at the cost of the lives of 70% of my subordinates and one of my arms. I hope you and the Lord Come on, don’t make me wait for Han Xin.”
The old man was stunned.
Longjing continued: "The remaining people are waiting for me in the territory. They are very scared. I must go back."
After speaking, he lowered his head to the old man, leaned over slightly and saluted everyone, then took a step back and disappeared.
There was silence for a moment.
After a long time, someone finally said: "In such a short period of time, Niya Palace is unlikely to find out, so there is no need to worry, right?"
The old man shook his head and said: "If you are not afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst. But now, it can only be like this. I will tell my Lord the truth about the situation."
Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something and looked at a certain person.
"What's the situation over there? Apart from Longjing, what I'm most worried about is the formation you're responsible for. After all, it's really hard to trust human cultivators."
The man said: "Don't worry, I had no intention of trusting them. The formation has been completed long ago, now we just have to wait for Wu Ya Hai."
The old man's expression softened a little, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Just a little time, just a little bit..."
