[Quick Wear] Daily Cleansing of Trash

Chapter 318: All the Gods Are Lies 4

Wu'e met the two old men's bright eyes and nodded helplessly: "It's okay, you two can go!"

This was not the first time that Qiao's father and mother had come here. If there was anything wrong with the Liujing Temple, there would have been problems within a hundred miles.

In addition, Wu'e had secretly injected spiritual power into several people in the Qiao family. If something happened, she would know immediately.

After receiving the promise, Qiao's father and mother felt relieved and supported each other as they entered the hall.

Wu'e stood outside the hall without going in, just looked up at the golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is about three meters tall and is sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform. He wears a five-Buddha crown on his head, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, his eyes closed and his head bowed.

Wu'e looked at it for a while but didn't see anything wrong. Just as she turned her head, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the Buddha statue's eyes opening.

She turned around quickly, but the Buddha statue's eyes were closed, as if what she had just seen was an illusion.

Wu'e frowned, looked at the Buddha statue for a while, then turned and left.

She didn't see that shortly after she left, a few wisps of black smoke floated towards Mr. and Mrs. Qiao. A golden light flashed on the bodies of the two elders, and the smoke instantly dissipated into nothingness.

This temple was very popular. Qiao Heng and his two children had gone somewhere unknown. Wu'e came to the mountain behind the temple alone and stood on a high place, gazing into the distance.

Qiaojiazhuang is not far from Liujing Temple. Standing on a high place, you can see the large waterwheel standing beside the farmland in Qiaojiazhuang.

The big waterwheel was built by Qiao Heng after he passed the imperial examination. With it, irrigation became much more convenient for the farmers in Qiaojiazhuang.

Wu'e closed her eyes, calmed down, and felt the atmosphere around her.

The sounds of monks chanting, the sounds of wooden fish being struck, the hawking of vendors at the temple gate, the sizzling sound of food being cooked in the wok...

The air was filled with mixed smells. In addition to the unique smell of incense and candles in the temple, Wu'e could faintly smell a hint of decay.

She opened her eyes and walked forward following the unpleasant smell.

The voices gradually faded away, the road became harder to walk on, and the rotten smell at the tip of my nose became heavier.

Behind Wu'e, a hand quietly rested on her shoulder.

"Snapped!"

Wu'e turned around and twisted the hand of the person who came. The person frowned slightly and said, "Amitabha~"

Wu'e looked up and down at the old monk who had suddenly appeared, with no intention of letting go: "Who are you?"

The old monk was wearing an old monk's robe that had been washed so much that it looked white, and his eyes were kind.

He looked at Wu'e with gentle eyes: "It is my fault for startling you, benefactor. Please forgive me."

Wu'e stared at the old monk for a while, then let go of his hand and prepared to continue walking forward.

"Donor, please wait!"

The old monk stepped forward quickly, blocking Wu'e's way, and clasped his hands together: "The area ahead is forbidden in our temple, please go back!"

Wu'e asked directly: "What place is that?"

The old monk lowered his eyes and said, "It's just a burial place!"

Oh, I see, it’s a cemetery.

Wu'e looked at the old monk's resolute expression and said with boredom, "It's boring. I'll go back then!" After that, she stared at the old monk.

The old monk bowed slightly, spread his hands, and motioned Wu'e to go first.

Wu'e uttered a "tsk" sound: "Are you afraid that I'll force my way in?"

The old monk laughed and said nothing.

Wu'e had no choice but to go back, following the old monk.

When he returned to the front, he happened to run into Mr. and Mrs. Qiao. The young novice monk who followed the two elders hurriedly saluted the old monk and said, "Master!"

Wu'e raised her eyebrows. This old monk is quite prestigious.

Wu'e did not wander around anymore. After tasting the vegetarian meal at Liujing Temple, the family went down the mountain.

The carriage started, and Wu'e lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked towards Liujing Temple.

In just a short while, fog rose on the mountain and nothing could be seen clearly.

In the middle of the night, Wu'e sat up from the bed, took out the things she had prepared in advance from the space, and quietly came to the lake north of Qiaojiazhuang.

The surface of the lake shimmers in the moonlight.

She shook out the things she brought, and with a wave of her hand, a colorful dress emitting a rosy glow was draped over her like light smoke.

Wu'e mobilized her spiritual power, soared into the air, and flew towards the lake.

Like a dream, like a startled wild goose.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes stared at the scene before them, and they murmured softly, "Immortal Clothes..."

Wu'e flew a few circles over the lake, showed off, and then returned to the lakeside. She took off her "fairy clothes" and put them back in place, then walked towards Qiaojiazhuang with her bag.

She returned to her and Qiao Heng's bedroom, locked the clothes in a small box and pushed it under the bed, then gently lay down beside the sleeping Qiao Heng.

Feeling that the gaze disappeared, Wu'e closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In the following days, Wu'e temporarily put aside her cultivation. Every day she either played the zither with Qiao Heng or played with her two children. It seemed as if her life had returned to the past.

Qiao Heng was puzzled and was about to ask, but Wu'e stopped him with a look.

Every few days, Wu'e would come to the lake in the middle of the night with her "fairy clothes", put them on, and fly around a few times.

More than half a year passed like this, and no one moved the small box under the bed.

Wu'e is not in a hurry, she has plenty of patience.

On this day, Mr. Zhang's family in the west of the city married off their daughter and invited the Qiao family to the banquet.

When the time came, the whole Qiao family got on a carriage and headed to the west of the city.

Shortly after the Qiao family left, a sticky substance like ink appeared on the outer wall of the Qiao family's house.

This thing had a clear target and went straight to Wu'e and Qiao Heng's bedroom.

"Fairy clothes...Fairy clothes..."

The ghost thing muttered to itself, and the sound it made was hoarse, like the friction of sand.

“Found it…Found it…”

The black thing crawled under the bed, spread out its body to cover the entire small box, and then slowly slid out of the wall.

The black thing couldn't wait to open the small box, and a colorful dress emitting golden light appeared in its eyes.

"Fairy clothes...my fairy clothes..."

The black thing shouted excitedly and transformed into a big hand reaching out to Caiyi.

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddhist chant, the box instantly disappeared in front of the black thing and then appeared in the hands of an old monk.

"My fairy clothes! My fairy clothes!" the black thing shouted, "Give me back my fairy clothes!"

The old monk looked at the black thing and sighed silently: "You have already failed before. You can't wear this immortal robe at all. It's better not to waste this treasure anymore!"

"what!!!"

The black object gradually revealed a pitch-black tree shape, and its long branches quickly stretched out towards the box in the old monk's arms, "My immortal clothes!"

The old monk took out a wooden hammer and tapped it lightly on the branch.

"what!!!"

The black tree screamed, "Xian Yi! Xian Yi!"

The old monk looked at the thing that had turned into a dark mass again and whispered: "You can no longer wear the immortal clothes, let go!"

"No!" the black thing screamed, "My fairy clothes! I want to go back! Ah!!!"

"Oh, it's so lively?"

A nonchalant voice sounded.