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Sang Qingxiao and Qi Xiaomian planned to join the excitement, standing in the crowd and chatting. Qi Xiaomian speculated that as soon as the unusual emotions were revealed, so many people rushed to see it. This was rather reckless; one or two could be understood as being impatient, but with so many people, and the numbers increasing daily, he guessed that perhaps the Immortal Statue had transmitted a dream, giving them the courage to take a risk.
Lu Xiaochuan's business had been thriving these days. When Qi Xiaomian saw him, he called out, but only received a vague response about waiting in line. Lu Xiaochuan did not leave immediately; instead, he observed the two who seemed to hesitate to speak.
Having learned about Lu Xiaochuan's attitude toward the Immortal Statue from Sun Rongniang, Sang Qingxiao guessed he wanted to offer some advice. He smiled and said, "We're just here for some idle fun, to see the commotion. This fleeting wealth is tempting, but one must also have the life to enjoy it."
Lu Xiaochuan sighed in relief, "As long as you understand."
Entering the temple again, the scenery was similar, but the atmosphere was entirely different. The entire temple felt like a fierce beast about to awaken from slumber—its consciousness was clear but its eyes still shut. It was filled with pent-up anger and desire, ready to destroy everything.
This state of affairs might have been influenced by the bloody excitement in the city or perhaps by Niu Dali's irritation.
In the courtyard outside the hall, there was no sign of Lou Old Woman sweeping. However, inside the hall, they caught sight of her half-hidden behind the Immortal Statue. Her appearance remained unchanged, but her demeanor had shifted; she no longer seemed cold and indifferent but rather exuded an imposing aura.
Following previous steps, she sat cross-legged, waiting for the Immortal Statue's favor. Just like last time, she gained nothing. Sang Qingxiao turned to look at Qi Xiaomian, who had just opened his eyes. Before she could ask anything further, another person appeared beside them—Lou Old Woman, devoid of five senses yet surprisingly agile. In an instant, she floated over and ignored Sang Qingxiao completely. With her hollow eyes fixed on Qi Xiaomian, they locked gazes for a moment before Lou Old Woman reached out her hand towards Qi Xiaomian's face. Naturally, he dodged.
She didn’t seem angry at not touching him; instead, she laughed at herself. The sound that came from her ruined throat was quite frightening; she laughed three times before drifting away.
This scene was witnessed by everyone present. After Lou Old Woman left, they quickly gathered around.
"You must have been chosen!" someone exclaimed.
It was unclear what method Qi Xiaomian used; his face suddenly turned pale as sweat dripped from his forehead. In a fearful voice, he stammered, "I—I’m an outsider and don’t know the rules! Just a few words and I’ve angered an immortal! That old woman was warning me! Didn’t you see? She wanted to strangle me!"
Tsk, he acted quite convincingly. Regardless of whether he truly gained the Immortal Statue's favor or not, Lou Old Woman's reaction alone made Qi Xiaomian a target for everyone's scorn.
"Who are you trying to fool? If she really wanted to strangle you, would you still be standing here talking to us?"
Qi Xiaomian explained defensively, "I—I just questioned the Immortal Statue’s path! I’ve been through many places in my travels and visited numerous temples; I’ve never seen one so shabby!"
"Shabby?"
Qi Xiaomian shot a glance at the speaker as if mocking their lack of experience. "The statues I've seen are far more exquisite and adorned with gold and silver jewelry! This one is rough-hewn and only has an ugly woman serving it."
"Could it be that you followers are too stingy? You can't even spare money to create a true form for your immortal."
As he spoke this way, he added irritably, "Your stinginess has dragged me into this! If it weren't for your reluctance to spend money, I wouldn't have misunderstood the immortal based on appearances."
Qi Xiaomian’s rambling seemed like an attempt to shift everyone's attention away from him. Whether this tactic would work remained uncertain; after all, there was still a mad bull in the city that could cause trouble if it set its sights on him later on.
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