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Chapter 436 Let it be, everything will be determined

The Sanqing Palace was silent at night. All other disciples in the Taoist temple had gone to bed. Ma Bingliang went out to the toilet in the middle of the night and saw that the light in the master's bedroom was still on.

He looked up to see what time it was, but he saw nothing but darkness above him. The moon was obscured by thick dark clouds, and not a single star could be seen.

"It looks like it's going to rain..."

Ma Bingliang quickly went to the bathroom and came back to the master's bedroom. When he reached the door, he heard the sound of the TV coming from inside. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he knocked on the door twice.

"What time is it? Why don't you go to bed? You have to go down the mountain early in the morning. If you don't go to bed, how can you get up in the morning?"

This guy is a real worry. How could a sect leader be so obsessed with these worldly things?

"I know, I know. I'll go to bed right away," Taoist Xuan Yue's impatient voice came from the room. "When you get old, you just like to nag."

Ma Bingliang retorted quietly, "You speak as if you are very young."

After hearing the sound of the TV die out and footsteps, Ma Bingliang turned around and went back to his room to sleep.

Inside the room, Taoist Xuan Yue smiled complacently when he heard the footsteps outside going away.

How could this old guy understand the affairs of young people? If young people don’t stay up late, how can they be considered young people?

Taoist Priest Xuan Yue turned around, took the remote control and pressed the mute button on the TV, and the TV sound rang out again in the room.

He turned around, opened the small refrigerator and took out the dessert. He took a deep breath at the exquisite and delicious cake in ecstasy, then turned around with a happy face.

When he turned around, he was caught off guard by an expressionless face. He was so scared that he trembled and the cake in his hand almost flew out.

Taoist Priest Xuan Yue: …? ? ?
He stared at the 'person' standing in front of him in shock, "You appear and disappear like a ghost, why didn't you give me a heads up before you came, kid!"

"If your master was frightened to death, could you afford the compensation?"

He pushed the person in front of him away in a bad mood, and the next second, the small cake in his hand was taken away.

"What are you doing? Give me back my cake!"

Qi Ming said helplessly, "Master, you have high blood sugar, so you shouldn't eat so many sweets."

"You're meddling too much!"

Taoist Xuan Yue reached out to grab the cake.

What's wrong with high blood sugar? He can just eat more spiritual fruits to regulate his body.

This kid is so nosy after becoming a ghost that he even cares about his eating cake.

Qi Ming took a step back and dodged, "Master, if you don't obey, I will let Yang Fan come up to see you."

Sure enough, Yang Fan’s name is very useful.

Taoist Xuan Yue's face froze, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, pointing at Qi Ming and scolding, "You kid, you actually learned to threaten the master, who taught you to be like this?!"

He actually used Yang Fan to suppress him. This kid's teaching was in vain!
"Yang Fan taught me this, have you forgotten? Didn't you ask her to teach me this?"

As Qi Ming spoke, he observed Taoist Xuan Yue's expression.

Upon hearing this, Taoist Xuan Yue was confused at first, then showed a look of doubt, "When did I ask her to teach you? You are the one who secretly followed her and learned bad things, right?"

Qi Ming's eyebrows twitched slightly. Could it be that his memory was wrong?

At the moment when he was stunned, the Taoist master of metaphysics took decisive action and quickly took back the cake from his hand, "Here you go!"

"..." Qi Ming's mouth twitched wildly, "Master, please eat less sweets."

"Leave me alone!"

Qi Ming: What should I do if my master is too rebellious? Urgent!
Taoist Xuan Yue glared at him angrily, took the cake and quickly returned to the stool to sit down, wrapped himself in the blanket, took a bite of cake, watched the TV series, and smiled happily.

Qi Ming shook his head helplessly and walked to the stool on the other side of Taoist Xuan Yue and sat down.

"Why are you here so late at night instead of working in the underworld?"

Taoist Xuan Yue asked him while eating cake, "And what happened to the injuries on your body? Were you beaten by Yang Fan?" "Master, did I forget something?" Qi Ming did not answer his question, but instead asked the question that had been bothering him.

"When I died, I didn't remember having a senior uncle named Yang Fan, but I always felt that she was very familiar. We must have known each other before."

Taoist Xuan Yue's hand that was digging into the cake paused for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and then he continued to dig into the cake as if nothing had happened.

Qi Ming noticed his little move and continued, "But I can't find any information about her."

Yang Fan was like a new person born into this world. There was no information about her past life in the underworld, or it seemed as if someone had deliberately hidden it, and he couldn't find out anything.

"Young man, sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing."

Taoist Xuan Yue’s eyes were always on the TV.

Although he did not give a direct response, his words implicitly acknowledged Qi Ming's words.

Since she was really his junior uncle, why was there no information about her not only in the underworld but also in the history books of Sanqing Palace? Why was her existence deliberately erased?
Instantly, many questions popped up in Qi Ming's mind. He opened his mouth and was about to ask when he heard the other party say, "If you want to do this for her good, for the good of both the Yin and Yang worlds, don't ask any more questions."

“Sometimes not remembering is a good thing.”

Taoist Xuan Yue finally shifted his gaze to Qi Ming. The two looked at each other. His eyes, which had experienced many years, were filled with many emotions that Qi Ming could not understand.

Qi Ming was startled, but he finally suppressed those questions.

Taoist Xuan Yue withdrew his gaze, casually placed the cake in his hand on the table beside him, and pulled the blanket around him.

"Let nature take its course, and everything will work out."

Qi Ming was silent for a long time before he replied with four words, "I understand."

The TV program was still exciting, but Taoist Xuan Yue had lost interest. Qi Ming left at some point and he was the only one left in the room.

There was a sudden sound of rapid rain hitting the window.

After a long time, a desolate sigh was heard.

If possible, none of them wanted to recall those memories.

……

Her breathing became steady, and the power running wild in her body was finally suppressed. Yang Fan slowly opened her eyes. The lights in the room were still on, and a slight snoring sound was heard in her ears.

She looked down and saw the little white tiger lying beside her legs and already asleep.

Yang Fan got up and carried it to the bed to sleep. Halfway through, it opened its eyes and looked at her, and after confirming it was her, it fell into deep sleep again.

Yang Fan sighed and muttered, "I don't know whether you are a tiger or a pig."

He can sleep so much, he must have been a pig in his previous life.

After putting the little white tiger on the bed, Yang Fan took a set of clothes and went to the bathroom, quickly washed his hair and showered, and changed his clothes.

He used a talisman to dry his hair and clean the blood on the ground.

It was still dark outside at this time and Yang Fan had no desire to sleep. She turned off the light in the room, gently closed the door, and went downstairs.

From the time on the wall of the convenience store, she knew it was only 4:30 in the morning.

Yang Fan walked out of the yard and onto the main road. The village was very quiet in the night, the street lights were bright, and there were only the chirping of insects and frogs and the whistling of the wind.

Looking at the dark clouds in the distance, Yang Fan murmured, "It's going to rain."

Yang Fan walked along the road towards the orchard. There were many tents on the road. There were not enough accommodation in the village's homestays, so some guests would set up tents on the roadside just to stay in the village.

Because there are not enough accommodation in homestays, Li Wenlin specially opened up a camping site in the village, which is also nice to stay there.

But because there are so many tourists, many people set up tents on the road to sleep at night. Anyway, there are not many cars passing through the village at night.

She walked all the way into the orchard, but before she had gone far, she was stopped by a voice.