Chapter 5.1: Discussion Between Three Fools In The Ju Yang Temple At Night

This matter...how does one phrase it? It was something that could be considered as important, or it could be considered as something insignificant. It could be shameful to the person in question, or it might not matter to him. However, for what that person thought, they evidently believed that this matter was the most humiliating thing they experienced in their whole life. This was because, both Mu Qing and all the martial gods in his Palace Hall would have a falling out with someone should they bring up that time. Sure enough, Fu Yao paused a bit before he stared at the very innocent Xie Lian, who was waving his hands and standing to the side. Fu Yao smiled sarcastically before saying, "Saying something like that, people who didn't know would have thought that you gods at the Nan Yang Palace Hall would have aided His Highness the Crown Prince."

Nan Feng also smiled sarcastically. "Your General is indeed someone who would kick their benefactor in their teeth, what more can you say?"

"Uh..." Xie Lian had just wanted to interfere in their argument, when Fu Yao started speaking with a chuckle, "Ah ha ha, your General is only a pot that calls the kettle black. What qualifications do you have to say these words?"

"..." Xie Lian couldn't take it anymore as he watched the two of them use him as a big stick that hammered both of their General's backs. He cut in, "Wait, wait! Stop it, stop it."

Naturally, no one paid attention to him. In addition, they actually started fighting. Xie Lian didn't know who attacked the other first; but in any case, the table for the sacrificial offerings cracked into two halves. The bowl with the fruits fell, and those fruits rolled everywhere on the floor. Seeing this, Xie Lian figured that it was probably impossible to hold them back from fighting. Thus, he sat down in a corner before sighing, "Ah, how unlucky". He picked up the small steamed bun that had rolled to his side. Then, he rubbed and removed the skin before preparing to eat it.

However, when Nan Feng glimpsed this out of the corner of his eye, he immediately swept out his palm to hit that bun away. "Don't eat it!"

Fu Yao also stopped, before he spoke in a shocked and a disdaining manner, "It even fell into the ashes. You can still stomach that?"

Xie Lian took the chance to wave his hands again. He said, "Stop, stop, stop. I have something to say."

After separating the two martial gods, Xie Lian began in an amicable manner, "First, that Crown Prince you're referring to is precisely me. This prince hadn't even said anything, so don't use me as your weapon to attack each other." He paused for a moment before adding another sentence. "I believe that both of your Generals would never do something like this. For you to lack propriety like this, how would their prestige survive?"

The moment he said those words, the expressions of the two martial gods turned a bit strange. Xie Lian continued and said, "Second, you're here to help me, right? Then, are you guys supposed to listen to me, or am I supposed to listen to you?"

After quite a while, the two of them finally said, "We're supposed to listen to you."

Although they said that, their faces looked as if they were saying, 'dream on, for us to listen to you'. However, Xie Lian was already very satisfied with that response. Thus, he clapped his hands and said, "Alright. Lastly, the third and most important point—if it is necessary to abandon something, then please, just throw me away. Don't ever throw away food."

Meanwhile, Nan Feng finally dug out the steamed bun Xie Lian had picked up again and held in his grasp—the one Xie Lian planned to eat later when he found an opportunity. At the end of his patience, Nan Feng yelled, "If it fell on the ground, don't eat it anymore!"

The next day, at the Chance Encounter little store.

The tea sommelier was once again sitting at the door, crossing his legs as he relaxed. From far away, he saw three figures slowly approaching. The Taoist who wore simple, white garments and carried a bamboo hat walked in front, while two tall teenagers who wore black clothes followed behind him.

That Taoist arrived idly with his arms crossed before he idly spoke, looking even more like an idle person than the tea sommelier himself. The Taoist said, "Mister, sorry for the inconvenience but may I get three cups of tea?"

The tea sommelier replied with a smile, "Coming!"

However, in his heart, the tea sommelier thought: these three foolish big brothers are here again! What a pity. Each one of them looked more respectable than the other, however, each of their brains are sicker as well! Always talking about this god or that immortal, this ghost or that heaven. These people are all mentally ill. No matter how dignified they looked, what was the use when they were like this?

Once again, Xie Lian picked a table beside the window. After they all sat down, Nan Feng spoke up, "Why do you want to come here to speak about this? Can you ensure others won't hear us?"

Xie Lian replied in a warm tone, "It doesn't matter. Even if others hear us, they wouldn't do anything. They would only think we're mentally ill."

"..."

Xie Lian continued to speak, "In order to prevent the three of us from squandering our time like before, let's get straight to the point. After having calmed down, did you guys think of any plans?"

Fu Yao's eyes lit up as he responded in a cold tone, "Let's kill it!"

Nan Feng snorted. "No sh*t!"

Xie Lian said, "Nan Feng, you don't have to be this fierce. Fu Yao didn't say anything wrong. The fundamental way to solve this problem is precisely to kill it. The problem is, where do we kill it? Who should we kill? How do we kill it? I suggest..."

At this moment, the sound of drums and fanfare once again drifted over from the street. Thus, the three of them looked out of the window.

Once again, it was that group of relatives who delivered the bride. The procession of both people and horses drummed their instruments as they yelled. Even their shouting had hints of a roar in it, as if they were afraid others could not hear them. Seeing this scene, Nan Feng frowned before asking, "Wasn't it said that the native people living in and around the Mount Yu Jun region never dared to make a ruckus or throw a big celebration when they married?"

In the ranks of this procession, the people were all strong and sturdy tanned men. Their expressions and their muscles were all stretched tautly as their foreheads were covered in cold sweat. It was as if the thing they were carrying wasn't a big marriage sedan filled with joy but was instead a guillotine that would seize their souls and cut off their heads, forcing them to death. Xie Lian wondered what kind of person was sitting in that marriage sedan.

Pondering for a bit, Xie Lian was about to go out to take a look when a puff of cold wind blasted over. The curtain on one side of the sedan followed the airflow and fluttered upward.

The person behind the curtain was using a very strange posture to lie crookedly in the sedan. Her head was also crooked, and what was revealed under her veil was a mouth painted with scarlet red. However, the corners of her smile were overly-exaggerated. The sedan jolted and that veil slid down, exposing a pair of round eyes. Eyes that were staring firmly in their direction.

This clearly looked like a woman who had broken her neck and was currently laughing soundlessly at them.

Xie Lian didn't know if it was because the hands of the people carrying the sedan were shaking too much, for that sedan wasn't very stable. That woman's head also followed the sedan's movements and swayed. It swayed and swayed...until THUD! A head fell down and rolled onto the street.

And that headless body also fell forward. With a loud bang, the whole person fell out the sedan door.