Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by someone. Jiang Xingchu came over at some point, as if seeing through his hesitation, and said with a smile: "If you were alone, you would have already broken in, right?"

“I’ll still think about it.”

"A grown man is such a nagging person." Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu was so angry that he spoke in dialect and glared at him: "If you don't go, I will go with Xiaoqing! I can't stand running all the way here and getting nothing."

"Okay, okay, wait for me a moment, I'll check something." Fang Xiwen was convinced and began to interrogate.

To be honest, he was a little curious.

[Fang: Ningzhu, is it convenient now? ]

~~

In the present world, Dingjun, the back mountain of the palace.

After receiving the message, Wang Ningzhu went to the library built on the top of the mountain without thinking.

This place was built when the Wang family was first moved to Dingjun. In the beginning, it was only used to store some classics, history books, and miscellaneous works. But later, due to negligence in management, all kinds of things such as county chronicles, biographies, and even operas and dramas were put in, and now it has become a mess.

If she really came here to check, she might not be able to find the information Fang Xiwen wanted even in a day and a night.

Fortunately, a distinguished guest came to the library a few days ago, and Wang Ningzhu came to look for her.

"Tuk-tuk."

After knocking lightly on the door, Wang Ningzhu pushed it open and walked in.

As the bright sun from the top of the mountain poured in, the room suddenly became bright.

The first floor of the library is not very big. There are several rows of bookshelves on both sides of the entrance, with books on the top and scrolls on the bottom, and some mixed in the middle.

A table and a chair were placed in the empty space between the bookshelves on the left and right.

The table was a sandalwood table, with white porcelain tea cups and a small copper-green stove on it; the chair was an old-fashioned chair, made of rosewood, with a curved back, and a woman in snow-white clothes was lying on her back on it, holding a book in one hand, reading intently.

After entering the room for a long time, I could only hear the slight rocking of the chair, the rustling of books, and the lazy yawn of a woman. The library seemed to be getting quieter and quieter.

"Young Master Yun is in a very refined mood," Wang Ningzhu said, breaking the silence. He pulled a chair over and sat down, saying in a neutral tone, "But the library has a rule that prohibits eating and drinking. I should kick you out now."

"I've talked to the old gentleman about this, and he's agreed." The woman took a sip from the teacup and put it down. "A good book should be paired with good tea. What do you think, Second Lady?"

"I just feel that this is impolite," Wang Ningzhu shook his head when he saw that she was still half-lying on the chair. "Everyone says that the eldest daughter of the Yun family is as beautiful as a fairy, but now that I see her again, she is just like this."

"Why goodbye?" The woman on the recliner finally turned her face around, revealing a face that was worthy of all the compliments.

It was Yun Wuxin.

"Six years ago, during the Lantern Festival, at the Yun family banquet, I had the honor of hearing the famous Guangling San. Although I couldn't see his face clearly at the time, his otherworldly spirit left a deep impression on me... I never thought he was like this."

While Wang Ningzhu was talking, she stretched lazily. Her curves were outlined, her hair was scattered, and the beauty's laziness was fully spread in the study.

"I haven't been able to study properly for a long time. I'm so happy that I'm sorry for my impoliteness." Turning the page, Yun Wuxin chuckled and said, "I'll help you, just as a compensation for this time."

This person really does what he wants... Wang Ningzhu's eyes flickered as he recalled something that happened not long ago.

Just last month, Yun Yichuan seemed to have gained some enlightenment while observing the stars on the high platform of the Sitianjian, and he crossed the threshold of life and death on the spot. The entire Yun family celebrated as they had another promising external talent.

The next day, the seal of the young eunuch was found hanging in the same place, but Yun Wuxin, the young eunuch, was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, so you didn't come to see me?"

"Yes, yes, I was just thinking about how to tell you." Wang Ningzhu was afraid that she would change her mind, so he immediately pushed away the tea set in front of him, spread a piece of rice paper on the table, picked up the brush and started painting.

With just a few strokes, the shape of the mountain was outlined, like five fingers, with a blank space in the middle.

"Can you tell anything from this kind of terrain?"

"Surrounded by mountains and water, it carries the yin and embraces the yang. The yin energy is hidden inside, bounded by the mountains." Yun Wuxin glanced out of the book, "A tomb."

"Can you give more details?"

"That depends on you. If the person you are asking for is robbing a grave, it will be detrimental to one's morality, so I won't say anything more."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Yun Wuxin withdrew his gaze, turned another page, and gently rocked his chair.

"You just want to know who I'm asking for. What's with all this Buddhism talk?"

"Well, I like to know things I don't know. You don't have to answer."

After she took three sips of tea, Wang Ningzhu said, "It's Fang Xiwen. He is now trapped in a secret place, which seems to be a bit tricky, but he doesn't know whether it is a tomb robbery or not."

There is a reason for hesitation.

Not only had Fang Xiwen mentioned before that he had a grudge against the Yun family, but in the battle at Divine Capital, Supervisor Yun Wendao had also tried to stop him from leaving.

If he had not been prepared, he would have become a puppet of the Gao family.

In this context, Yun Wuxin should be thankful that he didn't mislead, let alone help.

"Oh, you should have said it earlier."

With a flick of his sleeves, Yun Wuxin stood up, walked to her side, and examined the rice paper carefully.

"The tombs that require this kind of siege are most likely those of powerful Dharmakaya masters. The bodies of such masters do not decay after death, and the inner world continues to circulate. If they are buried in a place with strong yin energy, new souls may be born from their bodies, just like the water ghost."

“Although the soul that was born has nothing to do with the deceased and is a completely different creature, it can perfectly control the body and transform into an extremely terrifying Yin object.”

Yun Wuxin tapped the center of the rice paper with his fingertips and frowned, "Persuade him to turn back. This is not something he can afford to mess with."

Coming from the mouth of the most powerful Tianyan sorcerer of the contemporary era, although Wang Ningzhu did not believe her, he could only tell her the truth.

[Fang: Thank you, I will keep an eye on it. Ningzhu, did you ask the elders at home? Thank them for me too.]

"Xiwen still has to go."

"This kid," Yun Wuxin rubbed his brows after pacing in the library for a few steps, "where is he?"

"This..." Wang Ningzhu was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Yun Wuxin casually drew his hand, and the tea set, table and chairs in front of him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then she walked to the bookshelf, closed the book and put it back in its place.

"You asked me where he is, do you want to go over there?" Wang Ningzhu couldn't help but wonder when he saw that there was only a stool left in the empty space.

Is it necessary to help to this extent?

"If it's not far, there's no harm in going over to take a look. You owe me one again, hehe..."

Chapter 472 Arrival at the Tomb

Spiritual realm, isolated island, in front of the mountain.

After receiving the message, the three of them went up along the winding mountain road.

After walking up the stone steps full of fine cracks to the top of the peak, we saw a half-collapsed double-eaved octagonal pavilion. After a short rest, we continued to walk down.

Their destination was the open space surrounded by the "Five Finger Mountain", which was where the tomb was estimated to be.

As they moved forward, Fang Xiwen waved his sword to disperse the fog as usual, and suddenly the fog all over the mountain collapsed, as if it was torn by something, and fell into the mountain and disappeared.

"Brother Xiwen's move is so handsome."

"Don't make a fuss. This should be a trick left by the people who built the mausoleum." He didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Xingchu's fake admiration. After thinking for a while, he took out an hourglass from his arms and stuffed it into her hand, "Calculate the time."

If Wang Ningzhu's analysis is correct, then the current phenomenon is most likely caused by the restriction: by periodically transferring the Yin Qi to reduce the time the corpse of the strong is infected, and try to avoid the occurrence of corpse transformation.

As for why it is transfer rather than purification... The environment in the spiritual realm is like this, with deathly air everywhere, it seems impossible to do it.

"We will go in when the fog clears, and retreat when the fog gathers?" Jiang Xingchu understood immediately after taking the hourglass pot, and turned it upside down in his hand. "This is indeed safer."

If the fog dissipates, even if you encounter evil spirits during exploration, it will be easier to deal with them because of the blessing of the lurking environment.

"You're not going to talk about my mother-in-law now?"

"Who dares to say that? Our Xiwen is very thoughtful." Jiang Xingchu smiled brightly, revealing her beautiful pearly teeth.

After waiting for two rounds and measuring that it took two hours for the fog to dissipate, the three of them rushed towards the center.

When they got closer, they found that the fenced area was not an open space, but a huge square. It looked like the place used by the major sects for martial arts competitions and tests.

But the difference is that there is no martial arts stage or grandstand in the square, but instead there are things that look like...straw mats placed in a haphazard manner.

"Oh, how lewd." Jiang Xingchu understood it almost instantly, his face showed disgust, and he smacked his lips repeatedly.

"This kind of open-air venue...if the sky represents rising and the earth represents carrying, then the sky is the blanket and the earth is the bed. This can be considered the harmony of yin and yang." Subtly, Fang Xiwen understood some of the Hehuan Sect's practice concepts from this pile of ruins.

Primitive, indulgent, wild. Can this method really lead to the great way?

If so, what would the Taoist practice of meditation and the Buddhist precepts mean...For now, he is more in agreement with the principles of both.

"Xiwen, stop thinking about it! I, I will never agree to it." Suddenly, Luo Qingni turned his head from the ruins to her, moved closer with her rosy cheeks, and spoke in a very decisive tone.

"Promise what?" Fang Xiwen was stunned.

"Even if there's no one else, it won't work! Doing that outside is too shameless!"

Seeing that he looked thoughtful, Luo Qingni immediately let out a low "ah", and her whole body looked like she had just come out of a hot bath, with her face becoming even redder.

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu blew a breath into his ear and laughed softly, "Well, if there's no one else, I can do it, right?"

"?"

No, what are you talking about?

~~

The three of them walked towards the center of the square. The straw mats were dirty and old. Jiang Xingchu tiptoed around them, pinching his nose with one hand, and felt disgusted if he looked at them for even a second.

She seemed to understand a little bit about Fang Xiwen's "cleanliness obsession".

As she was thinking, she noticed that Luo Qingni in front of her suddenly stopped and looked down at something.

"Xiao Qing?"

"There's a crack here, and it's getting bigger... Run back quickly!!"

It should be said that Luo Qingni's reaction was fast enough, but it was still useless.

Without any warning, the ground quickly cracked like torn cloth. The cracks spread along the ground, and the straw mats and stones floated in the air for a short time before sinking rapidly!

"I can't fly! Hey, you two!!"

The suction force under the ground seemed to be able to devour the surrounding power of heaven and earth. Jiang Xingchu couldn't even float, so he could only shout at the two of them, and countless star lines flew towards them from his sleeves.