Chapter 36: Not Erlang Shen's Yang Jian

  If Erlang Shen were like you, Jiao Enjun could buy a block of tofu and knock himself to death. Wen Fei thought to herself, "You're a dead eunuch, why did you choose such a name? It's really chilling!"

  Wen Fei was now itching with impatience and really didn't want to waste his breath on these people, so he smiled and said: "Nothing, nothing. I misspoke. I'm going to the temple to take a look."

  Strictly speaking, having this title of gentleman also cannot establish a temple. This title is given to the living, but not to ghosts and gods.

  He hadn't finished speaking, when Yang Jian's eyes lit up: "Of course, of course, we should also go pay our respects to the True Lord!" My heart was racing with excitement, and Master Xian saw me excitedly calling out to Erlang Shen. Could it be that I really was a god reincarnated in my past life? No way, I had to ask Master Xian about it. I added another 20% of enthusiasm towards Wen Fei.

  Damn it, is this dead eunuch made of sticky rice? It's so sticky! I feel extremely helpless. As soon as these two left, a large group of people followed them over with a whoosh.

  As soon as he walked into the newly built Taoist palace, a beam of divine light shot out from the statue and enveloped Wen Fei. The next moment, Wen Fei had already disappeared. Only an empty and deserted great hall was left, along with a group of people staring at each other in shock.

  "What's going on, what's going on......" Yang Jiaolong became anxious: "Where did the person go?"

  Zhang Shu Ye smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Doctor. Xian... Mo Dao Fuxi is definitely back."

  "Go back? Where to?" Yang Jiaolong was still confused, when he saw Zhang Shuye slightly pointing upwards, and suddenly realized with a start: "You mean going back to Heaven... But the official wants to see the real person, and ordered me to bring the real person to Bianjing no matter what..."

  Zhang Shu Ye stroked his chin and said, "I'm afraid you're not quite satisfied with this title, sir?"

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  "Hahaha......" In a forest in the park, Wen Fei let out a burst of hearty laughter. Judging from the glow of this jade pendant, the spiritual power inside should be full again. Looking at the jade pendant, Wen Fei let out another burst of triumphant laughter...

  But then a man and woman suddenly appeared in the distance, running out with their clothes disheveled. Seeing Wen Fei, they couldn't help but curse: "It's broad daylight and you're still seeing ghosts!"

  Wen Fei knew he was in the wrong, so he swallowed his pride and remained silent. However, he couldn't help but think that it was broad daylight and there were people doing things in this forest. Didn't they fear being bitten by mosquitoes?

  He walked out of the woods, and the woods in the park were just a similar cargo, how big could they be? This was where he had chosen to cross over last time, so naturally he would appear here again when he came back.

  This time, when crossing through the Northern Song Dynasty, Wen Fei didn't bring too many things. Moreover, most importantly, this time Wen Fei had originally considered going for a very long time, even several years or possibly never coming back. So Wen Fei simply crossed over in a secluded area of the park. Otherwise, if he were to disappear from home for an extended period, that would definitely not be okay. Only places with large crowds like this wouldn't attract much attention.

  With both hands in pockets, he stayed in that godforsaken place for more than two months. Now back in modern times, it feels especially comfortable. But the text message that suddenly popped up could drown Wen Fei... He brought a hand-cranked universal charger, which can not only charge his laptop but also his phone. However, that relies on manual cranking... It's imaginable how much exercise that would require. Fortunately, he doesn't have to do it himself, any soldier in the barracks would be more than happy to help him fill up the power.

  Back in modern times, his phone had signal. Hundreds of text messages almost drowned Wen Fei. Most were notification texts, someone calling him and the like. Even his dad and mom called him every day!

  Wen Fei didn't have time to think about anything else, and immediately called home. As soon as the phone was picked up, he heard a loud scolding: "You little rabbit, where did you run off to? You're making your mom and me worry to death!" It was his dad's voice.

  "Heh heh," Wen Fei dryly chuckled twice: "After going abroad for a trip, this phone can't even receive calls..."

  "Going abroad, what are you going to do abroad?" Dad was indeed distracted: "How could you not discuss it with the family? And opening such a big restaurant, also without discussing it with the family. Is it that I, as your father, am invisible to you? You ran away and had fun, leaving Zhang Yu's child to manage the store alone... Are you reasonable?"

  Wen Fei's face turned sour as he listened to his dad bombard him with words for over half an hour on the phone. Then it was his mom's turn, continuing the barrage, making Wen Fei feel like he was about to collapse.

  It's finally over with the exhausting bombing, and just as I put my hot phone back in my pocket, another call comes in. It's actually Zhang Yu: "Great, kid. You're having a great time abroad..." As soon as he says this, Wen Fei knows it must be his parents who told Zhang Yu, and can't help but lower his voice and curse: "Abroad my ass... I've been eating mantou in Gansu for months..."

  Zhang Yu also chimed in, "Gansu is Northwest China, people there eat lamian noodles and mutton. They don't eat Wonton heads!" Then he got excited again, "Did you flip over a big bowl there?"

  Wen Fei was really annoyed, did he look like a grave robber? Why did Zhang Yu always ask if he had gone to the Dou (a unit of measurement) or not? He said in a bad tone: "The Western Xia King's Mausoleum, is this Dou big or not?" In his heart, he thought, I was the one who sent several thousand people from Western Xia into the Dou!

  Zhang Yu was half-believing and half-doubting: "Really or fake? The Western Xia Mausoleum, it seems like they've all been discovered now..."

  "Of course it's fake!" Wen Fei was in a bad mood, and after exchanging a few words with Zhang Yu, he hung up the phone. He then called Huang Sheng, now one of his most important business partners. After finishing the call, his phone battery was dead, which gave an idea of how long they had been talking.

  Wandering aimlessly on the street, Wen Fei didn't realize until halfway through the day that he had attracted many people's attention. From the glass mirror on the side of the street, Wen Fei could see himself wearing a purple Taoist robe swaggering down the street. This Taoist robe was made by the skilled craftsmen of the Northern Song Dynasty and was specially bestowed upon him by Emperor Huizong of Song.

  Wen Fei put it on immediately and returned to modern times without even having time to change. This robe, whether in terms of fabric or workmanship, far surpassed the tattered Taoist robe he had bought for 150 yuan. On Wen Fei's body, it unexpectedly gave off an air of elegance and nobility, with a hint of otherworldly charm. Indeed, clothes make the man!

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