Chapter 434: Chapter 428: Who Can Bear It, The West Cannot Bear It
Qin Liuxi had heard more than once from Deng Fucai and others that the incense at the Nuwa Temple was very prosperous. Now, it seemed true. After noon, there were still many people coming to pray for children, either couples together, or women bringing young ladies, or some coming alone.
Like Qin Liuxi and their ’family of three’, it attracted a lot of attention.
Indeed, to avoid alarming anyone, Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao both changed their outfits. She returned to a simple and elegant female attire, while Teng Zhao dressed as a young nobleman.
Originally, Feng Xiu thought Qin Liuxi was making a big fuss. With her abilities, and with him, a Big Demon with a thousand years of cultivation by her side, was it necessary to give so much importance to that worthless Master Cizhen?
But watching Qin Liuxi in women’s attire, he felt that Master Cizhen had some usefulness, looking at their family, handsome, charming, first-class beauty, unbeatable rate of turning heads.
Only Deng Dawu, staring at them like they were Immortals, was stunned.
Master, the master was actually a female crown!
Deng Dawu dumbly sat on the shaft of the cart, watching the group head to the temple, his face full of life doubts.
While Feng Xiu once again cast a flirtatious glance at a beautiful young wife, Qin Liuxi couldn’t bear it anymore: "Tone down your flirtatiousness, don’t cause a rift between husbands and wives."
Feng Xiu smiled amiably: "One can hardly abandon natural beauty, a handsome man like me can’t dim his brilliance no matter how much I try."
He flicked his sleeves self-assuredly, acting like he was the most dazzling in the world, beaming with confidence.
Qin Liuxi rolled her eyes.
She raised her head towards the temple built halfway up the mountain, noticing the big three characters on the signboard: Nuwa Temple.
Observing people walking up the mountain, some knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to show their sincerity, crawling all the way up.
Qin Liuxi sneered: "A pilgrimage is nothing more than this."
Feng Xiu looked at those women, sighed and said: "Mortals go to great lengths for offspring, even risking their own flesh."
"Let’s go."
The three quickened their steps, entering the Nuwa Temple. In front of the hall, there was an open space with a large incense burner. In the northwest corner was a spring, next to which a stone was inscribed with Qilin Spring. Two women were scooping up and drinking the spring water.
"Such pretense, even in the dead of winter, not minding the cold," Feng Xiu commented.
Qin Liuxi surveyed the surroundings, half-squinting, "There’s surprisingly no leakage of evil aura."
Feng Xiu activated his Demon Eyes and looked around, commenting: "It seems this worthless person has some cultivation. Perhaps something is suppressing the yin evil energy. Rightly so, if the evil energy was visible from afar, your kind on the Righteous Path would have already come to disrupt his stronghold."
Qin Liuxi became more cautious.
Teng Zhao looked hard, even quietly mobilizing the True Qi he had cultivated with difficulty, but he couldn’t discern anything, which annoyed him. It seemed he needed to work harder to reach the cultivation level of his master and Uncle Fox and instantly see the evil spirits.
"Stop using your True Qi, eat your food one bite at a time. Managing to cultivate True Qi so quickly shows some talent, but overdoing it is bad, haste makes waste." Feng Xiu stood next to Teng Zhao and patted his shoulder, speaking seriously for once: "Entering the Dao, the path of Cultivation is long, requiring patience. You cultivate step by step, solidly; that builds stability. You’re still vulnerable, so you need to preserve yourself, don’t overexert."
Qin Liuxi also smiled and added: "He’s right, don’t force yourself if you can’t see it. When your cultivation grows, you’ll naturally be able to discern it."
Feng Xiu, flattered, got cocky again.
Teng Zhao responded gruffly, took a deep breath, and returned to his usual mature and reserved demeanor.
Feng Xiu looked at him and clicked his tongue, finding the little ghost rather dull.
The three entered the temple, nearly overwhelmed by the thick incense smoke that almost made their tears flow.
Qin Liuxi closed her eyes and then opened them, nearly bursting with anger.
"What thick incense!"
Teng Zhao was the first to speak up.
Qin Liuxi was about to say something when he added another sentence: "Thicker than any incense we’ve burned at Qingping Temple."
Qin Liuxi: "..."
Seething with rage?
Remove the word ’about to’, it’s already happening.
A mere Fertility Temple created by evil Demon Path practitioners actually burns incense thicker than their Qingping Temple.
How could someone endure this, absolutely intolerable!
Upon seeing the jealousy swirling in Qin Liuxi’s eyes, Feng Xiu chuckled and said, "Does this shabby temple even deserve to burn such thick incense? How ridiculous!"
With a wave of his hand and a dispersal of demonic power, the thick incense, as large as an adult’s arm and slowly burning, visibly began to disintegrate at great speed, as if roasted by fire.
Moreover, the incense ashes did not fall but were swept away by the wind to who knows where.
In just a couple of breaths, the thick, long incense was burnt down to a bare incense bone.
Teng Zhao: "!"
Qin Liuxi felt exhilarated and sent an appreciative look to Feng Xiu. After not seeing each other for many days, his expressions had improved significantly. Not bad.
Feng Xiu leaned in and whispered, "He who understands you, calls me Feng Xiu!"
A little nun walked out from the side door of the main hall, followed by a rosy-cheeked, beautiful young woman holding something wrapped in red cloth, looking somewhat excited.
Qin Liuxi glanced at the young woman, felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and his fingers trembled.
Spring in her eyes, red at the corners, a slight float in her walk, unnatural in her movements – this person, she just...
Feng Xiu noticed the woman approaching and moved closer to Qin Liuxi, frowning as he transmitted his voice, "She carries the scent of pleasure with a man, truly disgusting."
Qin Liuxi coldly said, "This temple is filthier than any we’ve seen."
"Let’s make this quick, I feel dirty just being here," Feng Xiu said with a look of disgust.
The little nun had already noticed the three extraordinarily good-looking people, her eyes brightened momentarily then turned doubtful: "Kind sirs, are you here to seek a child?"
The young woman had already bid farewell to the little nun and walked out.
Feng Xiu wanted to say yes.
"This kind lady, or should I say dressed as a maiden?" the little nun hesitantly looked at Qin Liuxi.
Qin Liuxi remained composed and said, "We are to be married soon. We’ve heard that seeking a child at the Nuwa Temple is extremely efficacious. We wish to request the Fertility Goddess in anticipation of a successful union immediately after marriage."
Feng Xiu turned his head and affectionately said, "My dear Xi, rest assured, I will try my best."
Teng Zhao rubbed his temples, wondering why he understood that all too well.
The little nun also glanced over with blushing cheeks, enchanted by the handsome young man’s captivating eyes.
Qin Liuxi asked, "May I know how one should seek a child? Is Master Cizhen, the revered figure of the temple, available? We heard that seeking a child involves requesting divine objects to venerate at home?"
"Indeed, aren’t they to be placed under the Fertility Goddess? Looking at this statue, where are the divine objects?" Feng Xiu stared straight at the little nun and gently said, "Please take us to the divine objects."
The little nun, slightly dazed, turned and said, "Kind people, please follow me."
Could it really be somewhere else?
Feng Xiu and Qin Liuxi exchanged glances and followed her.