The night was halfway through.
The hustle and bustle faded, and everything returned to silence.
Li Shiwuwu looked at his ten legs.
Aside from the original two, the other eight were slightly longer, spread out in four directions. At first glance, he really did look like an octopus monster.
"Ten legs, this is just too absurd."
Taking a deep breath, he hid the ten legs under a black cloth.
Li Shiwuwu raised his head and gazed into the distance.
In his view, the land was dyed black, stretching endlessly.
"I can't make sense of it!"
Li Shiwuwu shook his head helplessly. He had no clue about this Seed Immortal Temple or the bizarre things happening to him.
It was then.
A man in his thirties, short in stature, approached quietly, carrying a lantern.
"Mountain Official, I know you're a divine figure. Can you solve a puzzle for me?"
"I'm not, and I won't."
"You are."
"… Go on, then."
The man hesitated, "Sir, as you can see, I don't have much ability, nor am I good-looking. I've been unable to find a wife all these years."
"This has led to constant gossip from relatives and neighbors, making me afraid to go home..."
Li Shiwuwu glanced at him, "Want a wife? Can't help with that."
"Then, sir, is there a way to shut them up? After all, what business is it of theirs!"
Hearing this, Li Shiwuwu shook his head and said earnestly, "Hey, you're not young anymore. Go home often."
The man was stunned, "Go home?"
At that moment, Li Shiwuwu's chopping knife suddenly revealed a corner, gleaming coldly.
"Don't misunderstand, I meant go home and chop."
But as soon as he said this, Li Shiwuwu slapped himself hard and quickly drove the man away.
"Don't listen, and don't learn."
He continued to curse, "Damn you, Qian Yuanzi, following you for so long has corrupted me, corrupted me to the core."
"If I had known, I should have scattered your ashes eight hundred times..."
In a daze, half a month passed.
Li Shiwuwu packed his bags, closed the small temple door, and felt a buzzing headache.
During this time, even the old women came to ask him about their sows not having their periods, which was really annoying.
"Forget it, I'll take a trip to Tang City."
"I want to see how the creatures of this world cultivate."
The journey to Tang City was nearly sixteen hundred miles.
"Tang City, here for the second time."
"Ah, I wonder how Erling is doing now."
At this moment, looking at the familiar city before him, Li Shiwuwu felt quite worried.
And along the way, the townspeople, seeing his unusual attire, couldn't help but glance sideways.
"Look, look, look again and I'll chop you..."
Li Shiwuwu had just uttered a harsh word and then slunk away, cursing Qian Yuanzi a thousand times in his heart.
Moments later.
A lavishly decorated mansion caught his attention.
In front of the mansion, dozens of people gathered, dressed plainly, their faces streaked with tears, as if they had suffered a great injustice, seeking justice.
"What's going on?"
Li Shiwuwu stopped a peddler and casually asked.
"Ah, it's the same old story, bullying men and women."
The peddler, middle-aged, sighed, "This Zhu family is powerful and wealthy in this city."
"But he has a particular fondness for eleven or twelve-year-old girls, going to poor families to pick out the pretty ones, engaging in forced buying and selling."
At that moment, the vermilion doors of the mansion swung open.
A middle-aged fat man, draped in a bear coat and with black spots on his face, swaggered out.
He taunted, "Oh, dear fathers-in-law and mothers-in-law, is the family pot empty, coming to the son-in-law's door early in the morning to beg?"
A blind old woman knelt down, pleading, "Master Zhu, please have mercy, let my girl go, she's so young..."
Seeing this, the Zhu Family Fatty showed no concern, merely turning his head with great respect to welcome a woman in a floral dress from the mansion.
"Is it her?" Li Shiwuwu's pupils shook.
This person was none other than the Pen Aspect woman from the Ten Aspects Sect who had previously written about him as 'clothes unstained by dust.'
"Sir, it's troublesome." The Zhu Fatty flattered.
"Not at all."
The woman nodded, took out a piece of white paper, and then the Shengfei Pen that seemed made of glass.
She began to write: 'The world is bleak, the people suffer, living in hardship. There is a kind-hearted Zhu, with a heart of a Bodhisattva, adopting eleven or twelve-year-old virgins, clothing them, feeding them, a rare great love in the world.'
The woman stopped writing, and in an instant, Li Shiwuwu clearly sensed an invisible force rippling from the paper, enveloping the dozens of townspeople.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The blind old woman knelt again, but now her face was full of gratitude, continuously kowtowing, "Master Zhu, my girl being with you is her great fortune, this old woman kowtows to you."
Not just her, others did the same, kneeling in gratitude, as if their minds were bewitched, unable to distinguish right from wrong.
Witnessing this, Li Shiwuwu's mind wavered, words failing him.
"This... this is the Pen Aspect, Shengfei Pen."
"Stirring up trouble, causing chaos!"
"Haha, I'm a good man, I'm a great good man, keep kowtowing, I can take it all..."
"Pen Aspect, you must keep this paper, tomorrow I'll announce it to the whole city, let them know I'm the number one good man in Tang City."
"As for the promised reward, rest assured..."
At this moment, the Pen Aspect woman seemed to notice Li Shiwuwu, waved at him with a bright smile.
Then, like a gust of wind, she disappeared.
"Li Shiwuwu, she smiled at you."
The Faceless Man, wearing a human face, stood behind him at some point.
"I'm not blind."
Li Shiwuwu spat, feeling a chill down his spine.
"No wonder Ji Mo warned me about the Pen Aspect, these guys are really sinister, their Daoist arts are unpredictable, I say they should all be chopped."
Beside him, the peddler was equally puzzled.
"Huh, what's going on?"
But seeing Li Shiwuwu's harsh words, he quickly advised in a low voice, "Young man, you're young, don't bring trouble upon yourself, the world is inherently unjust."
Li Shiwuwu rolled his eyes, "Sell your goods, you're talking too much."
"My master is Qian Yuanzi, do you think I'm a good person?"
"Faceless Man, go, that Zhu is even more arrogant than me, it's outrageous, he's not even Qian Yuanzi's disciple."
Li Shiwuwu swaggered away with his hands behind his back, then turned and said, "Good people, they don't live long."
But after only a dozen steps.
Suddenly, a shocking change occurred.
The crowd around him dispersed like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, the entire street was empty.
Eight men in white robes and red high hats surrounded Li Shiwuwu in a Bagua formation.
Such an unusual and eye-catching attire was clearly from another state religion of Dayao, the Huaren Sect.
"Arsonist, you can't escape, surrender now," a Huaren Sect cultivator said coldly.
"I'm an arsonist?" Li Shiwuwu was bewildered.
If accused of murder, he wouldn't be surprised, as he often spoke of fighting and killing.
But arson, what logic was there?
On the long street, a fierce wind began to rage, making it hard for people to open their eyes.
The Huaren Sect cultivator's face was cold, "Stop pretending."
"Your creed is 'a life lived by the book often loses to those mad enough to set fire to probability.'"
"Dayao has decreed, anyone from the Fire Cult, kill without mercy."
"Better to kill wrongly than let one go."
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