My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 494 A "Happy Event" Approaching, Yet Another Missed Opportunity

(I'm too busy to write anything today, so this chapter is just some random stuff, please bear with it for now ORZ)

The circumstances of everyone involved have been quickly explained; the main storyline will begin tomorrow.

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A brand new wedding invitation was delivered to Ji Lingchuan.

Years have passed, and he has become more composed. Even after reading the contents of the wedding invitation, he has not shown any obvious anger.

Lin Jiuxiao curiously accepted the wedding invitation.

This post was actually sent up the mountain by the Demonic Sect using a kite; how interesting.

But as soon as he opened the wedding invitation, his expression froze on his face.

Because the wedding invitation clearly stated that the bride's name was Lü Yun and the groom's name was Ji Lingchuan.

He glanced at the post, then looked up at his disciple, and asked directly, "What does the Demonic Sect mean by this?"

Ji Lingchuan did not answer and fell into deep thought.

The Ten Directions Forest has natural advantages: numerous strongholds, sound management, a full complement of talent, and popular support. This is the source of their confidence in opposing the Demonic Sect all these years.

He wasn't worried about Lü Yun being arrested, because he knew the Demonic Sect wouldn't do anything to her.

Even if the demons wanted to destroy the entire Great Xia world, she should have been the first or last to die, if not the first.

But now, this "wedding invitation," which is full of threatening implications, has made him realize that there is another hidden meaning.

“They’re panicking,” Ji Lingchuan said slowly. “It must be that my junior sister did something outside.”

The reason why this group of people were able to remain safe and sound in this turbulent world was all thanks to the protection of their junior sister.

As long as she is not captured, the demons will keep them imprisoned here like caged birds. Although they are not free, their lives are not in danger for the time being.

For the demon race, decades are but a blink of an eye; all of this may just be a long and tedious sandbox game.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiuxiao's face revealed an undisguised worry.

He looked out the window, and the child wandering alone was a deep concern in his heart.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end it only turned into a helpless sigh: "Do whatever you want. I, the old Taoist priest, will recite the Rebirth Sutra for you a few more times."

Ji Lingchuan was amused by him and said, "The 'Rebirth Sutra' is a Buddhist classic. The Western Paradise won't accept me, a Taoist priest."

Lin Jiuxiao has recited it his whole life, so it's impossible that he can't distinguish between the "Rebirth Mantra" and the "Rebirth Sutra." Perhaps he said it on purpose to make him feel more relaxed.

The auspicious date set on the wedding invitation was ten days from now, and the location was in the capital city.

I wonder who came up with this idea; it's truly wicked.

If he doesn't go, Lüyun will probably suffer some torment, and it might even cause a rift between them.

After being "baptized" by demonic energy, the group of cultists who worshipped the parasitic plague god became less intelligent, but their ferocity and savagery increased several times over.

They are more like wild beasts than humans.

Ji Lingchuan didn't know how long he and his men could hide, but he didn't want to be easily defeated by those demonic cultists.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

Looking up, there was no one else nearby.

For some reason, memories from the past suddenly flooded my mind.

Chu Lengyu was an orphan abandoned at the entrance of a Taoist temple, and Ji Lingchuan watched her grow up from infancy.

Back then, she was just a little girl who followed him around all day, running back and forth on the bluestone path of Xuanzhen Temple, and complaining that he walked too slowly.

He also taught her to write, to read, and to recognize the stars in the sky.

But later, she grew up.

He remembered the falling snow when the girl held up her umbrella, the swirling hem of her skirt as she turned around, and her eyes that left no room for concealment when she looked at him.

The crystal-clear ice and snow reflect everything, even the memories themselves, making one's heart tremble.

Ji Lingchuan untied a colorful rope from his waist.

This is an essential ornament for everyone during the Dragon Boat Festival in the Xia Dynasty, known for its "five colors that ward off evil and prevent illness." (Note)

Back then, thanks to her influence, these colorful ropes and other items sold extremely well, but I couldn't give her one.

Cultivators might not need this either.

But you can never have too many blessings for good health and freedom from illness.

He tied the rope to a willow branch nearby.

The next day, when he went to check, the colorful rope was still there. Ji Lingchuan shook his head, realizing that yesterday's experience was indeed his imagination.

……

Danzhu cracked open some melon seeds and pressed on, "And then what? And then what?"

"You're so noisy." Chu Lengyu pushed away her face that was so close to hers.

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Note:

The Jingchu Chronicle of Seasonal Customs records: "Tie five-colored silk threads to the arm, called 'warding off soldiers,' to prevent people from getting sick from plague."