What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Maybe An Yanxia still has her in her heart?

I was not sure for a moment.

The little maid said, "Princess, there seems to be an illusion on this stone."

The Jade-faced Princess touched her own name on the stone, but it gradually faded away. Then she touched An Yanxia's name, and with a bang, the stone exploded, revealing a scroll of poetry hidden within.

After reading it carefully, I found that it was left by An Yanxia, but I don’t know who it was left to.

Poetry:

Back then, cardamom was in full bloom, three years later, ginseng showed signs of disease. Encountering the immortal spleen on the road, meeting in the boudoir, nine sections of separation. Seeking mountain lions, offering parietal grass, climbing mountains, blood stains the phoenix's clothes. Asking for the truth, one's heart is focused on self-control, and fennel travels a thousand miles without feeling tired.

The Jade-faced Princess finished reciting the poem silently, her white and tender fingers clenching the scroll.

She said: "Let's go."

The maid was puzzled. "Princess, are you not going to continue chasing me?"

"She has made up her mind."

"And you, Princess?"

"This matter is not over yet."

The little maid silently swallowed the words in her throat, and Tengyun left with the Jade-faced Princess.

But when she was rising into the sky, the Jade-faced Princess couldn't help but look back to the north.

That is the direction of Cangzhou.

At this moment, An Yanxia and Xue Shier have returned to Cangzhou.

After becoming an immortal, although she didn't show off intentionally, her vigorous and vigorous masculine energy was undeniable. The old City God, the day and night wandering gods, and the civil and military judges of the City God's Mansion thought it was Monk Honghai from the Iron Lion Temple who had returned.

After careful inquiry, they discovered it was An Yanxia. In just six months, she had already progressed from foundation building to refining essence, understanding destiny, and even elixirs. She was undoubtedly a genius. Consequently, a host of spirits and gods lavished themselves on her with banquets and daily conversations, hoping to curry favor with this talented woman who had achieved immortality at the age of seventeen.

Yan Xia wanted to refuse, too lazy to bother with worldly matters. But the ghosts and gods secretly sent her a valuable gift, which made her feel embarrassed.

It can be seen that even immortals cannot avoid being mixed with the world when they are in the mortal world.

Over time, Jiuzhongzi and Zongyuan, the master and his disciples from Po Luo Monastery, also sent congratulatory letters. The Golden Sparrow Fairy, the Bamboo Cutter Goddess, the Old Fox Fairy, and other monsters from Wuhe Mountain also presented gifts. But none of them were particularly valuable; the friendship between gentlemen was as light as water.

Instead, the wandering knights-errant, traveling sorcerers, monks, Taoists, and even gods and spirits from other places who came to Cangzhou, having heard of An Yanxia's reputation, sent her valuable gifts and asked for favors.

Whenever they passed through Cangzhou, these people would come to visit, and they would trample through the door of Qing'anju, so much so that An Yanxia had to run to Miss Yu for refuge.

Sometimes it’s okay to see the real person, but if the real person is not revealed, rumors will spread everywhere.

Some say she single-handedly overturned Huilong Peak, a martial immortal born with supernatural powers. Others say she's a descendant of the ancient Xia Yu, her maternal uncle a member of the Yousu Fox Clan. Still other bizarre rumors claim she's the reincarnation of the future Buddha of Lingshan, a born god.

After another half month, the reputation of "Master An" had spread throughout the prefectures of Hejian.

The twists and turns were too numerous to describe. But since the beginning of spring, Cangzhou Prefecture has been relatively peaceful. Furthermore, the Su family, using An Yanxia's name, dug a canal, alleviating the drought and ensuring a disaster-free few months. Even Wuhe Mountain, long known for its barren terrain and harsh waters, had become peaceful after An Yanxia's repeated treks. The wild beasts in the mountains were well-behaved, rarely attacking anyone.

The people of Cangzhou all praised Master An as a good immortal who could do things that benefited the people.

When children in the city cried and refused to sleep, their mothers would say, "If you don't go to sleep, the little ghosts will come and get you! Master An won't save you."

Wherever there was a tiger or wolf disaster, the people would set up memorial tablets and pray: "Master An, please bless us."

Of course, An Yanxia couldn't really help. She only had a pair of fists and a head, unlike the Great Celestial Venerable who could create countless incarnations with a single thought.

At most, the Baishu sect would send out soldiers to hunt down the foxes and ghosts, but even so, it was far more effective than the old city god's decree that no one should leave the city. Another round of good deeds and money flowed into the account.

One day, she calculated that Xue Shier's birthday was coming, so she went to the street in front of the City God Temple to choose a gift.

He turned left and right and picked out three mountain ghost coins and strung them together with red silk thread.

The ancients also called birthdays "mother's difficulties", so An Yanxia went to pay several respects to Guanyin Bodhisattva and Taishan Goddess, and recited the Sutra of Transcending the Blood Lake Hell to ask Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun for a response and to consecrate the three mountain ghost coins.

She was feeling greedy again, and thought that the "Pure Yang Fairy Wine" brewed by the monkeys in the rotten peach forest of Wuhe Mountain was about to be ready, so she went to Sanyuefang to ask for a pot of fruit wine to satisfy her craving.

The fruit wine is sweet, not the kind that burns your throat, and is slightly bland.

But she was still seen drinking by Yu Qinghuai.

Miss Yu was a very particular person, very strict with herself, and never touched beef, nor did she drink alcohol or any other meat. She would only drink some vegetarian wine at important banquets to liven up the atmosphere.

Seeing Yan Xia choking like she was drinking water, Yu Qinghuai grabbed Yan Xia's face and said, "Senior, I'm performing a ritual!"

She had been performing a fast and prayer ceremony in the palace and had already requested a robe of fine silk. Look at her attire: brocade from Yizhou, embroidery from Yangzhou, red satin from Dingzhou, and light gauze from Bozhou, in the style of a pair of pheasants fighting a sheep or the Duke of Lingyang, all embroidered in brocade and silk.

Look at the things on her head, wrists, and waist: the gold is shining, the jade is warm, the emerald is luminous, the agate is translucent, and there are hairpins, hairpins, combs, chains, pendants, bracelets, and rings... all bright and eye-catching. With a jade-edged belt hook hanging around her waist, she looks like a goddess from heaven, not of this world, and is truly beautiful beyond words.

Snow-white skin, graceful waist; a pair of eyes full of affection, secretly conveying charm.

Seeing that she had finished the ritual, Yan Xia said pitifully, "Qing Huai, I didn't disturb you!"

"That won't work either. Seniors are not allowed to drink."

“This is fruit wine!”

"That's not OK."

"Tsk, Qinghuai hasn't drunk much, right?"

"Indeed not, what's wrong?"

"Let's drink together tonight! I'll go get some good wine from the rotten peach grove, and we'll drink it just the two of us!"

"I don't want to...be quiet. It's time. Don't let the snow lion hear it."

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There was a lot of noise here, but the statue of Zhao Gongming in the Zhengyi Xuantan Temple remained motionless, as if it had been fed a mouthful of dog food.

Outside the City God Temple, two monks stamped their feet.

The evening breeze blew up the patched clothes, and the leading monk quietly felt the yang energy rising from the City God Temple.

In the distance, an old woman selling vegetables stood up, her expression gradually changing. She clasped her hands together and smiled, saying, "Venerable Huayan, Master Daoxin, why are you both coming to Cangzhou instead of going to Chang'an?"

The leading Zen Master Daoxin clasped his hands together and said, "Greetings to the Bodhisattva Vimalakirti."

"I was planning to go to Chang'an to discuss Buddhism, but when I passed through Cangzhou, I happened to meet someone who had a connection with my Buddhist sect."

It's a Good Place to Cultivate in the Mortal World: Chapter 229 [Am I Merciful?]

But at night, An Yanxia took Yu Qinghuai's hand and went to the study. She stuck her head out to look left and right, and only after making sure that Xue Shier was asleep did she bolt the door.

Yu Qinghuai was confused and was pushed by An Yanxia to sit down on a chair. The girl over there lit the tinder, raised the copper stove, and approached Yu Qinghuai mysteriously.

Miss Yu couldn't help but feel nervous when she saw the two of them were alone in the study late at night.

Yan Xia said: "Qing Huai! I have a treasure here!"

An Yanxia smiled, and Yu Qinghuai's eyes widened. The temperature in the stove rose, and the room became a little hot. An Yanxia simply took off her robe, leaving only her inner clothes.

Yu Qinghuai took a closer look at the bulging breasts and nodded, "It is indeed a treasure. But senior, if you tempt me like this, I will lose control."

She giggled, grabbed it and teased it, rubbing it a few times.

Yan Xia dodged and corrected, "Not that!"

An Yanxia grumbled and pulled out a white egg with a snowflake pattern from the mustard seed. The egg looked like it had been cooked and knocked against the table, leaving cracks all over it.

She said, "Look at my balls!"

Seeing this, Yu Qinghuai jokingly asked, "Is this from the senior?"

"Layed by the Golden Crow! This is a rare thing, but this egg has been acting a little strange recently. Look." An Yanxia handed over the Golden Crow egg, and the egg actually shook, which immediately scared Yu Qinghuai.

This egg is still alive!

Wouldn’t that mean a golden crow could be hatched?

That's really amazing.

Yu Qinghuai had never laid eggs before, so he thought for a moment and said, "Senior, I heard that the Golden Crow lives on the sun. If your Golden Crow egg, which comes from unknown sources, really hatches a Golden Crow, it's hard to say whether it will be a blessing or a curse."

Yan Xia spread her hands and said, "I didn't lay this egg, so it's useless if I don't let it hatch."

"Can't we just eat it together?"

"How can that be! This is a life after all."

Yu Qinghuai couldn't bear it.

After thinking it over, she suggested, "This egg is definitely about to hatch. We should find someone with experience to help."

Yan Xia said, "The old maids in the city have never hatched an egg. I'm afraid we'll have to ask Jinque Xian'er to do this."

After a few words, the two of them decided to kidnap the Golden Bird Fairy.

While they were talking, the wine jug and glasses had already been placed on the table. When they felt thirsty, they took a few sips from them, and when they looked up, they looked at each other.

When they looked at each other, the delicate and plump figure in their eyes seemed to have temperature, hot and blurred.

A blush spread across Yu Qinghuai's face. He tried to avoid her gaze, but his body still felt hot. He thought, "We've already drunk this much, if I don't do something, it would be too inappropriate." As he pondered this, his fingers intertwined, and he leaned forward, rubbing his ears together.

But then he thought, "I haven't even taken off my clothes yet, and I've just started a fasting ceremony. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

A sense of guilt rose up in Miss Yu, and she felt as if she were in a hall, beneath a statue of an immortal. Her face flushed red. But she still refused to let go, waiting for Yan Xia to kiss her.

Yanxia stretched out her fingers, teasing her red lips intentionally or unintentionally, and lightly tapping her cherries.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Yu Qinghuai still didn't have the courage to ask for a kiss, so he grumbled, straightened his clothes, and went to open the door seriously.

Just as the door was opened, a thick blade pressed against the gap with a sound of "clacking". With a twist, the blade was tilted horizontally and pushed the door open.

The door was kicked open.

A bright knife flashed down.

He skillfully cut off a strand of hair from Miss Yu's temple.

The girl from Zhengyi Xuantan's eyes suddenly became sharp. She grabbed the incense burner beside her and sprinkled a handful of incense ash in his face, then raised the bronze beast furnace and smashed it down on his head.

The dark figure outside flashed and said warily: "This is the matter between my Buddhist sect and An Yanxia. Go aside, I won't hurt you!"

Yu Qinghuai raised the bronze beast furnace without saying a word.

With a flick of his sword, the bronze beast furnace was directly picked up and flew out.

The knife flashed and was about to cut Yu Qinghuai's neck.

But before it fell, two fingers firmly clamped the blade in mid-air. Yan Xia was slightly surprised and said, "What kind of hatred or grudge has provoked the Yaksha of the Buddhist sect?"

Standing outside was a burly man wrapped in black, who calmly said, "Master An! You've harmed everyone in Qinglong Temple and destroyed our Buddhist Pure Land. I'm here to seek revenge and collect debts for the thousands of wronged souls of Qinglong Temple!"

Yan Xia said, "Alas! Monks are supposed to be compassionate. I just set fire to the Qinglong Temple. Can't you just be merciful and let me go?"

"How does that saying go? Put down your butcher knife and you'll instantly become a Buddha!"

There was no change in the black-clothed man's face. He just exerted force with his wrist, and the blade was about to sink into Yanxia's fingers.

Yu Qinghuai was a little scared and quickly reminded: "Senior, be careful!"

"late!"

The man in black groaned and exerted force suddenly.

"And what's more, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you let me go, that would be a great merit!"

An Yanxia kept chattering while pinching and twisting her hands.

After swallowing the Emperor's juice and eating the precious medicine from King Yu's cave, although her body was not as good as that of the Great Sage, she was also at the level of an ordinary earthly immortal who had reached the level of Tuan Gang Lian Sha.

Click!

Fingers break steel knife.

Yu Qinghuai looked at the unharmed finger and swallowed silently.

It’s over, blessed.

Yan Xia looked at the black-clad man with a dull look in his eyes. She curled her fingers into claws and pressed them on his shoulders. She smiled and said, "I'm a kind-hearted person. I can't bear to see others fall into hell!"

"Come! Come in quickly, I will tell you about this compassionate heart!"

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