When Zhang Xiu and Nezha returned to the Taoist temple, everyone had already started eating.
The Third Holy Mother saw the light of day again and was reunited with her son. She should have been the happiest person today, but for some reason, there was always a hint of complexity in her smile.
After all, in her understanding, she would eat her own meal before she died...
Zhang Xiuxun searched around but couldn't find Xia'er, so he asked doubtfully: "Where is Xia'er?"
Yan Feng's expression was stiff, and he said as if facing a formidable enemy: "I went to the kitchen to cook longevity noodles for you. I also said that I would cook more noodles for everyone to try."
"hiss--"
Zhang Xiu took a breath and showed a horrified expression.
Nezha said curiously: "Isn't it just a bowl of noodles? Why did I scare you into looking like this?"
After a while, Nezha looked at the bowls of longevity noodles brought by Xia'er and fell into deep thought.
The longevity noodles in the world today are dark green?
When Nezha was doubting his life, Ao Xue picked up the bowl with a tragic face and said to the east: "Father, Ao Xue is here to see you!"
After saying that, he poured the soup and noodles into his mouth.
A Fei picked up the bowl and pushed it filially in front of the Third Holy Mother: "Mom, you haven't eaten in ten years, I'll give you this bowl too."
The Third Holy Mother pushed the bowl with her hand and said with a forced smile: "Mom, you're not hungry. You're still growing, so I'd better give it to you..."
Looking at the scene of a loving mother and a filial son, Zhang Xiu complained with a complex heart: "Madam, you are not cooking here, you are clearly doing something evil!"
In line with the concept of not wasting food, Zhang Xiu bit the bullet and finished the longevity noodles. Emperor Xiyue, who was hiding and peeking aside, breathed a sigh of relief and appeared with a smile.
"Mr. Zhang, the Third Holy Mother has been rescued. Is it time to get down to business?"
Zhang Xiu took a bite, pressed his throat with his elbow, and said, "Are you talking about the devil? Where are the other parts of his body sealed?"
Emperor Xiyue said sternly: "The head of the Heavenly Demon is sealed in Mount Tai, his left leg is in Mount Heng, his right hand is in Mount Song, and his left hand is in Mount Heng. They will be suppressed by our Great Emperor of the Five Sacred Mountains respectively."
"The Heavenly Demon's cultivation level is too high. Over the years, just suppressing his body has almost exhausted our mana. If we don't deal with it in time and properly, I'm afraid the day he will be reborn is not far away."
Zhang Xiu frowned when he heard this, and looked at Emperor Xiyue with confusion: "Emperor Xiyue, is the demon a monster with limbs on its neck?"
Emperor Xiyue was stunned: "No."
Zhang Xiu squinted and said, "If not, then where did his torso go?"
Emperor Xiyue chuckled: "So that's what you're asking. His torso was broken into pieces by the Buddha and Emperor Donghua. His heart absorbed all the demonic energy on the torso, and then disappeared."
Zhang Xiu said with some worry: "I remember that the demon said that he is immortal, so will he be reborn with that heart?"
Emperor Xiyue sighed slightly: "The days are unpredictable. In fact, we have already noticed that one day he will make a comeback. What we can do now is to eliminate his body. As for the future, let's leave it to Buddha and the Jade Emperor."
Zhang Xiu agreed: "When the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up. Emperor Xiyue, it's rare for you to come here. Let's have a meal together before leaving!"
Emperor Xiyue nodded slightly: "Okay!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia'er walked out with the iron pot and said with a smile: "There's just enough room for a bowl of noodles to come out of the pot!"
Emperor Xiyue: "@#￥%￥#@......"
After the reunion dinner, San Shengsheng took Ah Fei to look for Liu Yanchang.
Zhang Xiu and his party headed towards Nanyue Hengshan Mountain, preparing to destroy the demon's left leg. They stopped and walked back to Jiangnan.
On this day, it happened to be pouring rain, and Zhang Xiu and others came to an ancient temple to take shelter from the rain.
Just as they started to light the fire to cook, there was a sound of cars and horses outside the door.
Not long after, an official dressed as a state sergeant walked in, followed by a group of officers and soldiers.
Seeing Zhang Xiu and his party in the temple, Zhou Zuo said loudly: "We are from the governor's office of Huguang. We are escorting 600,000 taels of tax silver to Beijing. All the idlers and others should avoid it!"
Zhang Xiu was surprised: "Sleeping silver? Who did your governor sleep with, and you have to pay so much sleeping silver?"
"Our governor fell asleep... Bah, none of our governors slept!"
Zhou Zuo glared at Zhang Xiu fiercely and said angrily: "Get out of here quickly. If the tax money is less than one tael, you will all lose your heads!"
Zhang Xiu took out a seal and said with a smile: "My Majesty Yan Feng, the prefect of Jinhua, is going to the south to do some business. Please make it a convenience and allow us to stay overnight again."
Zhou Zuo was stunned, took the seal, looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Master Yan is in person. I was rude just now. Please forgive me, Master Yan!"
Zhang Xiu said politely: "I don't dare. Mr. Zhou Zuo also did it because of official business. How dare you blame Yan?"
Zhou Zuo smiled apologetically and ordered: "Save two rooms for Lord Yan and let the servants move the tax money into the temple!"
After that, he left with the rest of the officers and soldiers and set up sentries everywhere.
After they left, Yan Feng rolled his eyes and said, "When did I become the prefect of Jinhua and you give me a salary?"
Zhang Xiu said with a smile: "There is no salary, but there are some jars of old wine that I buried in the government office, which is almost fifty years old."
Yan Feng's eyes lit up: "Next time something happens, please tell me my name!"
After a peaceful night, Zhang Xiu and others were woken up by a panicked shout early the next morning.
"The money is gone! The money is gone!"
Zhang Xiu put on his clothes and came out to see that in the yard, all the money that had been escorted was gone.
Everyone was shocked, and Zhou Zuo was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. He hurriedly interrogated the officers, soldiers and servants on guard.
Everyone unanimously said that everything was normal last night, and not even a suspicious person was seen.
Zhou Zuo was so angry that he slashed the pillar with his knife and said angrily: "I didn't see a single person. Could it be that the ghosts stole the money?!"
Zhang Xiu glanced at him and comforted him: "Don't be angry, Mr. Zhou Zuo. I know there is a spell called the Five Ghost Transport Method, which was specially developed to steal money!"
Zhou Zuo was stunned for a moment, then shivered all over, widened his eyes and said: "Is this... is it really a ghost?"
Zhang Xiu shook his head slightly: "No, I just said that there is such a spell. Whether it was done by ghosts or not, I can't tell until I find the money."
Zhou Zuo hesitated for a while and then said: "Sir Yan Feng, this matter is very important. I'm afraid you won't be able to leave until you find the silver."
Zhang Xiu looked understanding, nodded and said with a smile: "Master Zhou Zuo, I promise you, Yan Feng will never leave this ancient temple until he finds the silver!"
Yan Feng: "..."
Zhou Zuo breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In that case, please wait here, sir. I will take people to search nearby to see if there are any traces of the thief!"
(End of chapter)
