The male supporting character was actually myself.

He was still thinking about the enjoyment of having Pearl feed him the wine, so he immediately convinced himself to make the decision and then spent the last five taels of silver he had in his pocket.

The money was given to the servant, and the exquisite meal was quickly served.

"Damn it! This brothel is just like a nightclub or KTV. They sell beer for two yuan a bottle outside, give it a fancy name in a private room, and sell it for more than ten yuan a bottle!" Mu Jiuxiu thought to himself that he had been tricked when he saw the so-called "small jar" of wine.

Fortunately, the other dishes were indeed quite good. A brothel that is open to customers all year round is not just a one-off business. If the money is not well spent, then there will be fewer customers.

"Brother Jiuxiu, let me serve you some food!"

"Brother, have another drink!"

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The room, decorated with pink curtains and filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, was filled with laughter and pleasure between the two. Jiang Chen sensed this and was certain that Mu Jiuxiu would not be able to leave the gentle embrace of the night. He immediately used a willow branch to conjure a fast horse and rode it to the nearest Erlang Shen Temple.

There are not many temples in the world that worship Erlang Shen. Guanjiang Estuary is too far from here, and the locust tree spirit is too weak to leave its body. It can only try to deliver the prayer to Erlang Shen's altar while the male protagonist is indulging in the pleasure quarters. It is not certain whether it can deliver the prayer to Erlang Shen's altar.

Weaver Girl could not allow Mu Jiuxiu to exploit her for too long, so to avoid any unforeseen complications, Jiang Chen planned to make two preparations.

Since they couldn't get Erlang Shen to rescue the Weaver Girl, they could only take advantage of Mu Jiuxiu's absence to use their soul weapon to fight off the old ox, allowing the Weaver Girl to escape and avoid being accidentally hit by the intelligence-lowering aura and forced into marriage.

Riding swiftly all the way, Jiang Chen arrived at the Erlang Temple in the middle of the night.

The temple was built on a wide street in the neighboring county town. Apart from the night watchman, the dimly lit street was very deserted.

"Erlang Zhenjun, if you can hear my prayer, please go to Taoyuan Town and Taoyuan Mountain to rescue the Seventh Princess who is imprisoned by the mortal Niulang."

She and her sisters descended to earth to play and bathe in the Jade Lotus Pond. The wicked Cowherd, along with an old yellow ox that had cultivated immortality, stole her fairy clothes, preventing her from leaving. They then forced her to submit to the Cowherd and marry him.

The Seventh Princess refused to submit and, with the help of a little demon, temporarily used magic to protect herself, preventing the Cowherd from succeeding. The old ox was too powerful for the little demon to defeat, and she was powerless to save the Seventh Princess. She begged Erlang Shen to appear...

Jiang Chen burned paper money and prayed in front of the clay statue of the god, but the entire temple could not sense even a trace of divine energy.

In his view, burning incense and paper money to pray to gods and Buddhas is just like paying to send WeChat messages to deities.

Every day, countless people send messages to various deities in temples across the country. If a hardworking and honest deity happens to see the message, they will grant it as long as it's not a wish for five million dollars that costs five yuan, and they feel it's within their power.

If someone makes an excessive wish or has a particular interest in certain subjects, such as insisting on wishing the God of Love to have a big, healthy son, their wish will be ignored.

With work being too busy and receiving too many messages, one can only ignore a large portion and choose the lucky ones to achieve their goals.

It won't work on someone like the Third Holy Mother, who doesn't fulfill her duties and is always thinking about how to fall in love, since she simply blocks all messages.

He figured there weren't many temples dedicated to Erlang Shen, and no one would be so bored as to come and ask Erlang Shen for wishes or to find a partner, so he probably didn't receive many such messages.

Most of the gods in China are diligent and conscientious in their duties, especially Erlang Shen, who is a well-known workaholic and impartial judicial god. This message, amplified by the spirit's magic, shines brightly when placed in the wishing well, making it highly likely to be seen.

After waiting for a long time and burning all the remaining incense and candles to continue praying, Jiang Chen still didn't receive a trace of divine energy.

"The WeChat message failed to send. Is he too busy to check or has it been blocked? Xiaobai hasn't made a sound either. Since he knows that Erlang Shen and the Third Holy Mother are not in cahoots, he should take advantage of the situation and ask him for help directly. Wouldn't it be perfect to save the Weaver Girl?" He looked up at the sky with some anxiety. Could something have happened in the Heavenly Court again?

On nights without moon and stars, the sky resembles an overturned cauldron, creating a sense of oppression.

"Meow~" The little white cat hugged the dog's head tightly, almost throwing up from being shaken, and muttered, "Can you slow down? I've even ridden in a spaceship, and I've never been this carsick! Oh no, I guess I'm just dog-sick..."

The Celestial Hound runs so fast that saying it's like a gust of wind is an exaggeration.

After all, even wind has to follow the basics of physics and has a certain path of movement, but it's different with the Celestial Hound. You can never predict where it will rush to next.

Even if you beat the fluffy ball to death, it never imagined that one day the auxiliary system would be defeated by a dog's paws.

From the moment the little white cat decided to personally track the celestial dog, all the tracking skills she had developed in the first half of her life completely failed her. She couldn't keep up with this frolicking dog even when she was jumping around. In order not to lose it, she could only hug the dog's head and its tail at different times.

"Host, I'm so sorry. It's not that I don't love you, I just don't have the time to report. Besides, there's nothing to report. If I had to say something... the Heavenly Palace is freaking huge!" The fluffy ball couldn't help but shed tears. It deeply regretted its misjudgment. It should have let the tail ball clone track the Howling Celestial Dog from the beginning, while it guarded Erlang Shen!

Just as he was complaining about his life being meaningless, the Celestial Dog suddenly stopped and sniffed the air a few times with a slight frown.

"Sniff! Sniff! Strange, why did the scent disappear here?" It tilted its head, somewhat puzzled.

By order of Erlang Shen, I will investigate which celestial being in the Heavenly Court is in contact with the Third Holy Mother. I will bypass the convoluted magic that makes it difficult to intercept and discover, and with my invincible sense of smell, I am sure I can find some clues within a certain period of time.

Strangely, the faint scent that could be detected disappeared into the desolate wilderness of the celestial realm.

This place is very far from the Heavenly Palace. Although it belongs to the Heavenly Realm, there are no immortal caves nearby, making it a typical no-man's-land. Who exactly is here to receive the message from the Three Holy Mothers, and what are they discussing?

Based on his intuition from following his master in solving cases, Xiaotianquan judged that it was definitely not gossip or private conversation.

After all, before the truth was revealed, judging from the Third Holy Mother's cautious attitude, she had no idea that the Second Master had opened a back door for her to avoid being too lonely. She probably always thought that it was because of her powerful magic that she was able to find the loophole in the suppression spell and contact others.

The scent disappeared there, and no suspicious smells remained in the swirling mist, leaving the Celestial Hound somewhat perplexed.

He had just boasted to Second Master, and now the tracking had failed?

The little white cat finally caught its breath, lay on the dog's back, frowned as it thought for a moment, and then suddenly a brilliant idea struck it: "Oh dear, how stupid of me! How come I didn't think of that?"

It hurriedly found a pen and paper, wrote a few words crookedly, and then threw the note away.

Then, in the wide-eyed eyes of the Howling Celestial Dog, a shocking scene unfolded – without any strange aura, a piece of paper suddenly floated down from the sky!

"Woof woof? Could it be that some great immortal is going to lend me a helping hand?" It pounced forward and took the note down. On it, several large characters were written in crooked handwriting: "Weaver Girl is trapped in Peach Blossom Mountain, rescue her immediately!"

The Celestial Hound was momentarily confused. The Seventh Princess was trapped in the mortal realm? That shouldn't be the case. If a celestial being descended to earth and didn't return for a long time, the Queen Mother would naturally investigate. How could she be trapped?

But the sudden appearance of the note left the dog puzzled.

"Could this be a ploy to lure the enemy away from the mountain?"

"If even a dog can't detect the message, could it be some kind of powerful immortal? If they have that ability, why don't they rescue the person themselves instead of asking a dog for help?"

"Something's not right. This handwriting is obviously deliberately made so ugly to conceal the true identity. Something's really wrong, woof!"

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While reading the host's messages, the little white cat regretted not thinking of this earlier and not checking the messages on the space. Otherwise, according to the host's deduction, Erlang Shen would not harm the Weaver Girl. If he knew the news and went to rescue her, the story could have ended there!

Hearing Xiaotianquan say that her handwriting was ugly and that she was being suspicious, she rolled her eyes in anger. "Stupid dog, you have time to speculate here, why don't you go and check it out?"

"Forget it, I'll just have to rely on my tail ball clone." It huffed and puffed as it wrote another SOS note and put it into the system space. Then it buried its head in sending a message to the tail ball clone, instructing it to deliver the note to Erlang Shen in the same way.

Erlang Shen was busy directing the heavenly soldiers and generals at this moment.

Liu Chenxiang was an ignorant child from a young age. Even after learning the truth that his mother was the Third Holy Mother, a goddess who had descended to earth and was suppressed under Mount Hua, he did not have the same determination to split the mountain and save his mother as he had back then.

Instead, he keeps causing trouble, and he doesn't even blush when he lies.

Liu Yanchang is an even worse example. Tianxian broke the heavenly rules and was suppressed for wanting to stay with him for life. Instead of thinking about how to rescue his wife, he thought that his family couldn't be without a woman. Taking care of the children was too tiring and troublesome, so he wanted to marry a rich girl and continue to live off her.

Is he hoping that his father will educate his son to save his mother?

Erlang Shen felt it was better to rely on himself, as his uncle.

The Yang family suffered a terrible fate back then, and the five of them lived happily for so many years. He had a deep affection for his mother, which is why he was able to do everything in his power to split the mountain to save her. Liu Chenxiang, on the other hand, was different. At that time, the situation was urgent, and he wanted to act out of personal feelings and had to suppress his sister as soon as possible. Therefore, he had no memory of his mother since childhood and naturally had no feelings for her.

At most, when others scold him for being born of a mother but raised by one, Liu Chenxiang might feel some longing for his mother due to societal views.

Erlang Shen could understand, and even understand that Liu Yanchang's son, born from a worthless father, wasn't that outstanding despite having half his bloodline. But his younger sister was still under Mount Hua and had to be rescued, so he could only try to find a way to pull strings for him.

He secretly found the best master;

They also arranged for heavenly soldiers and generals to pursue and kill him appropriately to create a sense of pressure and force Liu Chenxiang to work hard to grow stronger.

Even the Lotus Lantern and Pangu's Axe were prepared.

The plan must be flawless, without allowing any divine intervention to find fault. Troop deployments must be based on sound reasoning and cannot inflict fatal damage on Liu Chenxiang. Setting up the plan is not difficult, nor is breaking it; the challenge lies in creating a scheme that no one can find fault with and that can still be broken.

Erlang Shen racked his brains for this, and every step had to be carefully calculated before it could be implemented.

"The magical artifacts and weapons are all ready. Liu Chenxiang, you'd better live up to expectations!" After arranging the deployment, he felt completely drained and sat down in a chair to rub his temples and rest.

On the one hand, I'm worried that my younger sister won't be able to bear the loneliness;

On the one hand, it is necessary to force Liu Chenxiang to grow up;

On the one hand, he also had to keep an eye on the philandering Liu Yanchang from time to time to prevent him from having any more illicit thoughts about finding other women;

On the other hand, he also had to convince the Heavenly Court that he had not abused his power for personal gain, which was exhausting even for the gods.

"Chirp?" The tail ball clone, which was obediently perched on Erlang Shen's shoulder, suddenly trembled upon receiving the message. It tilted its head, blinked, and then obediently opened the system space to find the note.

It picked it up with its little mouth, glanced at it, and then spat the note out with a "pui" from its mouth.

"Who is this deity who dares not show his face before Yang Erlang?" Erlang Shen suddenly stiffened, opened all three eyes at the same time, grabbed the falling paper with one hand, stood up abruptly, and cautiously released his divine sense to investigate.

Strangely, without any unusual aura or fluctuations of magical power, a piece of paper appeared out of thin air and floated towards him.

He looked down and his brows furrowed even more. There were only a few crooked characters on it: "Weaver Girl is trapped in Peach Blossom Mountain, rescue her immediately!"

"What kind of place is Peach Blossom Mountain? Why is the Seventh Princess trapped instead of staying in the Heavenly Palace? Since she was able to send a message without my knowledge, why didn't she go to rescue her herself?" Many questions flashed through Erlang Shen's mind in an instant.

But as the god of justice, it was his duty to investigate, regardless of whether the news was true or false.

A day in heaven is a year on earth. Time passes differently. Before Erlang Shen even had the thought of going to the mortal world to find Peach Blossom Spring, a night had already passed on earth.

"Moo~" The old ox wagged its tail and stood under a big tree not far from the cave, chewing on green grass. When it looked up, it saw a plump magpie flying over from the light morning mist.

The Cowherd did not return home last night, and he was very dissatisfied.

He hasn't even gotten his hands on much money yet, and that short-sighted Cowherd is already completely out of control. He'll probably sell fifteen bolts of cloth, get a few taels of silver, and then indulge in pleasure, unwilling to return to this cave.

Otherwise, why would they stay out overnight, leaving the celestial being alone in the cave?

Are you really not afraid that she'll try every means to escape?

Chapter Eighteen: A hopeless case

"Flutter!" The magpie spirit landed on the treetop, first peeking into the cave to see if there was any movement, then looking down at the big yellow ox under the tree. "How is it? Any progress?"

The old ox couldn't help but roll its eyes. "Progress my ass! The Cowherd said he was going to sell cloth yesterday, but he hasn't come back all night! That poor lad probably thinks he's got a few taels of silver in his hands and his tail is wagging in the air. I can't use my magic right now, so you figure out what he's doing!"

The magpie spirit frowned upon hearing this.

This is a very serious matter. How could the Cowherd be so insensible?

You've already lured a celestial beauty here, yet instead of finding a way to win her heart and make her fall in love with you so you can have fun together, you've abandoned such a beautiful woman in the deep mountains and forests and run off to town, refusing to come back?

Is it because he's not good enough?

If one can remain calm and indifferent even in the presence of a celestial beauty, how could ordinary, common women possibly catch one's eye?

"Alas, I hope the Cowherd wasn't too unlucky and got into an accident on the mountain path, or was carried off by a wolf." It sighed, tilted its head, and pulled a small round mirror from under its wing. "This is a little trinket that the Holy Mother of the Three Realms gave me before she was suppressed under Mount Hua. At that time, I had just become a spirit in Mount Hua, and the Holy Mother happened to see me taking my first human form while she was taking a walk in the mountains. She gave me the mirror she always carried, thus forming a good karmic connection. Although its abilities are limited and it cannot detect the secrets of cultivators and spirits, it can still see a thing or two of the Cowherd, a mere mortal."

The magpie spirit rubbed its wings against the small round mirror a few times while muttering incantations, and soon a pinkish color appeared in the mirror.

"Huh? That's strange, where is this place?" It tilted its head, looking around in confusion, then landed on the ox's back with the mirror in its mouth, showing it to the other animal. "Look, I'm checking where the Cowherd is now, this is..."

The old ox went over to take a look and was a little confused. The pinkish color looked like a curtain, but it was indistinct and not very clear.