Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1134 - 587: Beneath the Bodhi Tree, Guanyin’s Flowing Hair, A Gentleman’s Revenge From Dawn to Dusk

Under the Bodhi tree, Guanyin's hair cascaded.

Perhaps due to the significance of the ceremony, even at this twilight hour, the temple was still bustling with worshippers.

Especially beneath the Guanyin statue, the crowd gathered heavily.

Shen Ying's father had told him that Shen Ying was here.

Now he saw the Bodhi tree and the Guanyin statue but did not see Shen Ying.

He circled twice, yet still did not spot Shen Ying.

"Could she have gone to eat?"

Perhaps it was mealtime, and Shen Ying's father's words, "Under the Bodhi tree, Guanyin's hair cascades," were merely symbolic, indicating that Shen Ying was within the Yuanzun Temple. Being not Guanyin herself, she wouldn't have stayed beneath the Bodhi tree the entire time. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Are you blind?"

Suddenly, a voice whimsically rang out.

Duan Yun followed the voice and immediately noticed a cerulean green garment clinging to an elegant curve.

He had just seen this curve—it was quite ample, possibly rivaling the Goddess Catcher sisters—but he quickly glanced away.

Because at that moment, he was seeking Shen Ying, who was flat as a board, unlike the voluptuous figure that had no relevance to his quest.

For his current method was the most efficient "Vision Recognition Women Strategy."

Yet the voice...

Duan Yun lifted his head and saw a radiant face.

Despite suffering from face blindness, he remembered this face for a long time.

Because, that day, the face he saw upon opening the coffin was this one.

This face that made his heart race.

At this moment, after so long, seeing this face again, his heart pounded even more vigorously than the first time.

"Shen Ying? You're Shen Ying's sister, right, growing this big." Duan Yun opened his eyes wide, unable to resist exclaiming.

"Go to hell."

He was met with a fist, an angry fist, yet a soft one.

Afterwards, they held each other tightly beneath the Bodhi tree and the Guanyin statue.

"You little rascal."

"Me?"

"Liar!"

"You've grown so big, deceiving me for so long, and you still call me a liar."

"Shut up."

"How did you hide this?"

"Really, shut up!"

"Sigh, where are you taking me?"

"To spank your behind."

"Huh? Sigh!"

...

No heart-stopping moments, nor unforgettable tales, just the simple realization of the joy reunion brings after a long separation.

Thus, with reluctance to part, they overturned the soft bed, transforming the comforter into fluttering snow, while in the bitter cold weather, they embraced each other's warmth.

By early morning, the once-strong bed was left in pieces. Many of the room's furnishings hung askew, wrapped and lifted by glistening silken threads.

At that moment, the chamber resembled the Silk Cave, entwined with the unclad pair.

"If I weren't like this, would you still be this enthusiastic!" Shen Ying covered her chest and mocked.

"Nonsense, Young Hero Duan treats everyone equally."

"Shameless."

"Oh, by the way, I haven't settled accounts with you regarding the matter with Ming Xing."

"It was all fake."

"Fake, why did you know so much?"

"I truly did nothing with Ming Xing; I learned it from Ziyu's book. Isn't it hard?" Duan Yun explained.

I can't possibly tell you that I at most got a bit involved with her sister, Ming Yue.

Back then, my compassionate heart didn't care about such things.

As for Ming Xing and Ming Yue simultaneously feeling the same, it was merely shared experience. I didn't actually do anything with Ming Xing, so it doesn't count.

Duan Yun was satisfied with his explanation and thus appeared confident.

Shen Ying watched him and felt he had no issues.

Afterwards, Duan Yun took a long, relieved breath.

The wait for news of Shen Ying had been long, and the search for her had its twists and turns, but the outcome was ultimately positive.

...

Qingshan, the setting sun like blood.

The blood-red sunset cast an ominous hue over the verdant mountain.

This mountain was inherently ominous.

Because atop it lay numerous graves.

This was originally a graveyard within the Qingzhou territory.

Compared to the renowned graveyard from the battle with Old Demon Duan, this graveyard remained obscure, burying many other obscure souls.

Yet at this moment, four Daoists stood before a newly made grave, alongside four fallen men dressed in black.

"Hahahahaha, Shen Sanlang, oh Shen Sanlang, even you meet your end today."

On the left, Little Moustache Taoist spoke, shedding tears as he did.

"Did you think of this day when you delivered that fatal blow, you know that without him, my backside feels lonely."

Beside him, another Daoist advised, "Xiaoqin, don't be like this."

Then a fallen man dressed in black, coughing blood, retorted, "You talk as if the master's peaceful death was influenced by you."

Upon closer inspection, these four men dressed in black appeared identical, yet now were very disgruntled, having tendons severed in their hands and feet, and their identical hairdos now disheveled.

"It was irrelevant; we had no reason to fight desperately with someone on their deathbed. See, now that he's dead, we can dance upon his tomb."

Saying this, the four Daoists turned their backs to the fresh grave and began to dance.

"Aren't you afraid someone might trouble you?" one of the men in black said through gritted teeth.

"Shen Sanlang is dead, who would come to bother us? We, the Heavenly People Dao, did fear him a bit, but those fair-weather friends of his, would we be scared? Any so-called Ultimate Killer King, any Dragon King of the land, those are tales from yesteryears, let them come if they dare."

Speaking thus, the four Daoists suddenly pulled out numerous blood-red banners, inserting them into the grave mound.

In an instant, the new grave seemed pierced by myriad arrows, striking fury into the eyes of the four men in black.

"It's said these Blood Soul Banners can afflict the dead with the torment of myriad arrows piercing their seven souls and six spirits. We haven't died, so can't say for sure, but let this scoundrel have a taste," the Little Moustache Taoist on the left exclaimed, delighted.