Chapter Eleven: The Bell

  Facing Chen Jianchen's expectant gaze, Qingyun only smiled slightly and bowed his head, saying: "Unfortunately, I have other important matters to attend to recently, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go catch the demon."

  Chen Jianchen was taken aback, and suddenly became anxious - not entirely for Wang Fu's sake, as Wang Fu's lechery had led to his entanglement with the demon, which was a case of reaping what he had sown. However, since there was an opportunity to save him, Chen Jianchen would never stand idly by. Moreover, this matter had occurred under suspicious circumstances, and at that time Chen Jianchen had also been present - who knew whether after the demon had harmed Wang Fu, it would not also come after himself? It's always better to prevent trouble before it happens, in order to have more room for maneuver.

  "Dao Chang, you can't just stand by and do nothing..."

  Qingyun smiled: "As a monk, I indulge in the beauty of nature and seek freedom. I shouldn't interfere with worldly affairs... However, since this matter involves evil spirits causing trouble, and I've encountered it, I couldn't just sit back and do nothing..."

  Hearing this, Chen Jianchen put his mind at ease.

  Qingyun continued, "Although I happen to have something on hand and can't split myself up, however, you, young master, can take this bell and pass it on to your fellow student friend. With this, you'll be protected from evil spirits. If it dares to come again, it will surely not return, my bell will take care of it."

  After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and handed over the ancient bronze bell.

  Chen Jianchen carefully accepted it, and suddenly felt a weight in his hand. This object was not light. He concentrated on examining it, seeing that the bell had an ancient color and fragrance, with a deep yellow color, and many symbols were engraved on its surface, which he couldn't understand what they meant, looking very mysterious. Holding the bell, lightly shaking it, could produce a clear and pleasant sound.

  Could it be that this object is the legendary treasure?

  "This is a Taoist magical artifact, no need for spells to drive it, it can automatically take effect, subdue demons and eliminate evil... After I've taken care of things, I'll come back to retrieve it."

  So it was like that, I thought you were generously giving it away directly...

  Chen Jianchen muttered to himself, but also felt that he had achieved his predetermined goal. Listening to the other party's words, this Ling Tong Fa instrument has great magical power, enough to deal with that demon, which is enough.

  He cleared his throat, just about to ask some questions related to Taoist principles that interested him, but unexpectedly Qingyun seemed to have seen through his thoughts and smiled: "Young master, you are a man of wealth and nobility; people with different beliefs do not discuss things together, I bid you farewell."

  With a flick of his hand, a duster appeared out of nowhere and with a light wave, he vanished into thin air. The next moment, he reappeared over ten meters away, only to disappear again in another instant, his whereabouts unknown.

  Chen Jianchen was stunned - this move was truly profound and unpredictable, shocking the world and making people envious. If possible, Chen Jianchen would have rushed to learn from him, but currently, the other party obviously had no such intention and dismissed him with just one sentence.

  It seems that even if there is a way of cultivating immortality in this world, it's not easy to learn and one can't enter into it without finding the right door.

  Holding the bell, Chen Jianchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that although he now had his magical instrument in hand, it was still a big problem to let Wang Fu accept and carry it on him.

  If I'm being honest, Wang Fu has already sunk too deep into the mire and it's impossible for him to accept. Thinking about it this way, we should come up with another plan...

  Several thoughts flashed through his mind, none of which he could grasp. Finally, seeing that the sky had darkened, Chen Jianchen feared his mother would worry and hastily ended his reverie to hurry down the mountain and return home.

  As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, Mo Sanniang and Abao walked out. They should have been searching for someone. Seeing Chen Jianchen return safely, the worried look on their faces finally dissipated.

  Mo San Niang reproached: "Liu Xian, where did you go?"

  Chen Jianchen replied evasively: "I just happened to run into a friend and had a chat..."

  On the other side, Ah Bao's eyes widened in surprise that Chen Jianchen had actually become friends with a Taoist priest, which seemed quite strange to her. However, she was clever and didn't say anything more.

  Under Chen Jianchen's repeated requests, Abao agreed to stay for dinner at the Chen's.

  After dinner, the girl rushed to clean up the table and wash dishes.

  After finishing her busy work, Ah Bao was about to return to the Land Temple. Chen Jianchen said: "The sky is dark, I'll send you."

  Ah Bao originally wanted to decline, but swallowed back the words that had reached his lips.

  Winter night arrived early, although there were a few stars in the sky, they were all dim and without light. Chen Jianchen took an old lantern from his home, hung it on his hand to illuminate the road.

  The village was shrouded in darkness, with only occasional barks of dogs breaking the silence - due to the high cost of kerosene, villagers were extremely frugal and mostly lit lamps for a short while before blowing them out early to go to sleep.

  All the way, Chen Jianchen was thinking about things and didn't open his mouth; he didn't speak, and Abao also didn't make a sound. There were only the footsteps of two people on the village path, rustling like the rhythm of a song.

  Before long, they arrived at the Land Temple.

  Chen Jianchen held up the lantern to illuminate Abao's way in, and upon seeing the simple bedding inside, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the desolate scene before him.

  "Liu Xian Ge, you go back."

  "Well, you should get some rest early."

  Chen Jianchen took a step out of the small temple, and before he had gone far, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness outside, stumbling along. In the dim light, it could be seen that the person was tall and large, with disheveled hair, and his mouth was muttering something indistinctly.

  Chen Jianchen furrowed his brow, and before he could think twice, the other person had already charged over, seemingly intent on rushing into the land temple, with a mouthful of wine breath.

  "Halt! Who goes there!"

  Chen Jianchen let out a loud shout.

  That man's tongue was already thickened, and he didn't know how much he had drunk. He laughed and said: "Who are you, standing here doing what? I'm here to find Abao..."

  By the light of the lantern, Chen Jianchen finally saw his opponent's appearance at close range. He was a man in his thirties with a meaty face and drunken eyes.

  Lai Pi Ah San.

  Chen Jianchen recognized him, but he was a idle bachelor from a neighboring village, a bit of a rascal with some rough air about him, possessing great physical strength and being a local bully.

  "Luxian Ge, what's going on?"

  A Bao walked out upon hearing the noise and was startled when he saw A San. He quickly hid behind Chen Jianchen.

  As an orphan, as a naturally beautiful girl, even at a young age, Ah Bao had not been immune to harassment from some ruffians. To those unpleasant words, she would silently pretend that she hadn't heard anything. Unexpectedly tonight, perhaps because Ah San was drunk and acting crazy, he actually snuck into the Land Temple under the cover of night. If Chen Jianchen hadn't happened to be there, it's unbearable to think about what might have happened in the end.

  If Ah San were sober, he wouldn't dare make any moves when he saw Chen Jianchen and would avoid him. But now that he's drunk, his senses are dulled, and seeing Ah Bao come out, he immediately puts on a flattering smile and stretches out his hand to touch Ah Bao's face.

  "How dare you!"

  Chen Jianchen's sword-like eyebrows suddenly rose, and he swiftly slapped A San in the face with a loud smack.

  Bang!

  A loud crack, under the sudden and unexpected blow, Ah San was slapped to spin around twice on the spot, his face turned gold and stars, nosebleed and teeth flying together, his cheekbones swelling high, the intoxication suddenly sobering up, he looked clearly at Chen Jian standing sternly in front of him, greatly shocked: "Chen... Lord Chen!"

  "Get out!"

  Ah San hastily retreated with his tail between his legs.

  Not to mention him, even Abao behind him was staring with wide eyes - this, really is the refined and weak Leave Immortal Brother?

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