Chapter 609: Pianxiang Shanzhuang

Of course, He Lingchuan knew that after he passed the Dharma Eye test, he might have been crossed off the Heavenly Gods' suspect list, and the surveillance on him would probably relax a lot in the future. But there was still Bai Ziqi.

Hiss, this guy had been wanting to watch him, it was simply inexplicable.

Therefore, he had to quickly find something for Bai Ziqi to do.

Fu Shanyue saw him rubbing his temples and said: "Forget it, you rest first. We'll go see Pianxiang Shanzhuang tomorrow."

He Lingchuan nodded.

After returning to his guest room, he closed the doors and windows tightly, used a mirror to scan everywhere, confirmed he wasn't being monitored or eavesdropped on, and then reached into his bosom. What he took out was a leaf.

The leaf obtained from the Ju Luo Tree in Panlongcheng, originally a beautiful golden red, was now withered and curled at the edges, and covered with yellow spots.

At first glance, it was no different from other fallen leaves picked up from the ground.

He Lingchuan examined it carefully and exhaled gently:

"One leaf blocks the eye."

It turned out that the second prophecy of the Wood Spirit Venerable was fulfilled here.

The golden leaf wasn't meant to block his gaze, but the eyeballs of the Eye-Connection demon.

By borrowing this leaf, He Lingchuan successfully passed Miaozhan's lie test.

Several thousand years ago in the ancient war, the immortals of the Great Return Sect borrowed the leaves of the Questioning Tree to defeat the Great Demon Eye-Connection; several thousand years later, He Lingchuan used the Questioning Tree leaf gifted by the Wood Spirit Venerable to defeat the eyeballs left behind by Eye-Connection again, saving his own life.

Is everything predestined?

He Lingchuan admired the senior great power, Wood Spirit, who accurately calculated a thousand years into the future and saved his life, and he became curious about the last remaining prophecy.

What kind of application scenario did that fit? Just as He Lingchuan was watching, the leaf slowly turned to ash and fell to the ground.

The Soul-Absorbing Mirror asked curiously: "What happened to the Ju Luo Tree leaf?"

"Its power must be exhausted." Miaozhan's Touchstone and Eye of Truth weren't so easy to resist.

As for whether the Heavenly Gods would question the result of this test, He Lingchuan believed they wouldn't in the short term.

The reason was simple: if they didn't have confidence in the power of the large eyeball, why would they conduct this test?

Don't say the Heavenly Gods could easily invade his sea of consciousness; Mitian had said long ago that the barriers between the divine realm and the human world were distinct, and any form of crossing the boundary wasn't easy.

The most powerful evidence was that Miaozhan only asked him three questions, and after asking, the invasion had to end.

If they could stay in his sea of consciousness at will, let alone three, they could ask thirty or three hundred as they pleased.

Therefore, he tended to believe that the Heavenly Gods also had to expend quite a bit of effort for this invasion.

Since they pinned high hopes on the Pupil of Eye-Connection, the "truth" conclusion it reached would at least be able to gain the Heavenly Gods' trust for a period of time.

This was also the strategic opportunity He Lingchuan had risked his life to win this time.

In the end, he was still too green, underestimating the complexity and danger of opposing the Heavenly Gods.

If not for the help of Panlongcheng and the Wood Spirit Venerable, he would have been exposed by the Heavenly Gods nine times out of ten this time.

Actually, in the end, this contest wasn't He Lingchuan's, but a confrontation between Panlongcheng and the Wood Spirit Venerable behind him and the Heavenly Gods.

Actually, looking at it more broadly, this could be seen as a continuation of the struggle between immortals and Heavenly Gods.

His side had temporarily gained the upper hand. He Lingchuan had walked before the Ghost Gate and retrieved a small life.

The mirror praised: "Worthy of being a treasure of the Undead City, it actually blocked the Heavenly Gods' Eye of Truth!"

He Lingchuan held his head and sighed deeply:

"I underestimated the enemy!"

Reviewing it now, he had actually made an adventurous mistake before setting off for Tian Shu Peak.

"I thought too well of them." He underestimated the Heavenly Gods' will and means.

The roundabout, calculating, and refined methods he relied on might be cared about by the Demon Emperor, but the Heavenly Gods didn't buy this at all.

They were powerful, barbaric, unscrupulous, and did whatever they wanted, wanting to open whoever's head they wanted, wanting to test whoever they wanted, completely ignoring the life or death of the victim.

They didn't specifically target He Lingchuan either, because all humans in their eyes were like a drop in the ocean, as humble as ants at the foot of a wall.

Anyway, they would die if pressed.

Fortunately, with the protection of Panlongcheng and the Wood Spirit Venerable, He Lingchuan was able to pass this tribulation.

He remembered the Wood Spirit Venerable's words: "Young people, you have to allow them to make mistakes."

When the Wood Spirit Venerable spoke, his eyes were fixed on the golden red leaf. He Lingchuan only now felt that the Wood Spirit Venerable's words were meant for him.

This wise man exhausted the secrets of heaven to win He Lingchuan a chance to make a mistake without having to die.

Just once.

He Lingchuan said firmly: "I won't make this kind of mistake again."

There would be no one to cover for his mistakes in the future. Just as the Wood Spirit Venerable said, future matters should be left to future generations.

"??" The mirror had a confused face throughout.

It couldn't keep up with its master's thinking, what to do? He Lingchuan pressed his temples, remembering the unreasonable Heavenly God who wanted to seize his body at the last moment of the divine invasion.

Miaozhan even had a dispute with it, which showed that the Heavenly Gods weren't of one mind, and there were times when they had differing opinions and conflicts of interest.

Within reason.

Of course, the most important thing was that after the cyan mark lit up, it shouted: "How could it be the mark of Naluo Heaven?"

In other words, it recognized the owner of this mark.

This confirmed He Lingchuan's long-standing speculation: the one who left the mark deep in his sea of consciousness was indeed another Heavenly God.

It was just that he only knew the other party's name today: Naluo Heaven.

There was a name to check, very good.

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Thanks to the miraculous medicine for calming the spirit and nourishing the brain, He Lingchuan's head didn't hurt when he woke up the next morning.

Fu Shanyue and he took guards like Jiao Yu up Mount Qilin to see the newly acquired house.

Fortunately, the road up the mountain was still smooth and wide, and the road surface wasn't damaged, showing that the materials used were solid.

Compared to the Pan Mountain residence, Pianxiang Shanzhuang was closer to the center of the lower city, and its area was about half of Dun Garden—

Sitting on half of Mount Qilin, it was already very large.

It faced south, occupying half of the sunny side of Mount Qilin; theoretically, the first ray of morning sunlight could shine on the villa's pavilion. However, the garden had been abandoned for many years, overgrown with grass and trees, and the baring fangs and brandishing claws of the large trees blocked the sunlight from entering the courtyard.

The mountain behind the residence was even more gloomy, with wild grass so lush that it was hard to take a step, and various small animals frequently shuttled back and forth.

Grabbing two handfuls of soil under the tree, it was wet.

The fierce tiger sniffed everywhere, rolled twice in the grass nest, and actually discovered a nest of ten or so weasels, as well as a large group of storks and cranes.

These two kinds of demons weren't afraid when they saw people coming; instead, they were scared by the fierce tiger and ran away, until they heard that Pianxiang Shanzhuang had a new owner, and then they begged Fu Shanyue to renew their contract.

It turned out these were all demons raised by the Chunyu family in the backyard, specifically to help the master's family remove insects, snakes, rats, and ants.

The Chunyu family suffered a disaster, but they didn't; they still lived in the backyard of Mount Qilin, and they had lived very comfortably these years and didn't want to move.

Fu Shanyue naturally had no objection, but required them to clear out all the annoying small creatures in the big mansion within two days. After all, the house had been empty for seven years, and it was big and empty, long ago becoming a paradise for snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

Both nests of demons patted their chests and promised to complete the task; originally, this was also their duty.

The weasels even blinked their small eyes and asked Fu Shanyue: "I have several goat friends who are very good at pruning garden plants; do you want to hire them together? Just provide meals, and give a little pocket money; the wages are much cheaper than hiring people."

"... Fine."

Although unkempt, the main mansion of Pianxiang Shanzhuang was still very imposing, the beams and pillars weren't corroded by the earth qi, and the furniture was basically complete. It showed how solid the materials were when it was built.

Because there were demons like weasels, very few thieves broke in.

Overall, it could be moved into after a little tidying up.

After going down the mountain, Fu Shanyue immediately sent people to the employment agency to hire some servants.

Such a large villa needed at least a hundred people to manage it to operate.

Pianxiang Shanzhuang couldn't be lived in for the time being, Fu Shanyue went to be busy with other things, and He Lingchuan returned to the inn.

After dinner, a shop assistant came to deliver tea.

"Put it there." He Lingchuan didn't look back.

This person didn't leave, standing still in place: "He Xiao."

Hearing that dull voice, he knew who had come. He Lingchuan sighed; this troublesome matter was still one after another without stopping, and he didn't even have time to catch his breath.

He walked out of the room and drove away all the miscellaneous people.

"How is it?"

"The State Preceptor agreed, but there is one condition."

"Please speak."

"Nian Zanli cannot know that you are the one pulling the strings, or even know that you participated in this matter." Xi Yunhe said, "The State Preceptor asked you to handle things because you have no connection with us and don't involve any interests, so the clues you submitted are clean and credible; Nian Zanli borrowing troops from the State Preceptor causes too much commotion, and it will eventually reach the Emperor's ears. If the Emperor finds out you are pulling the strings, the relationship between you and us will be exposed."

He Lingchuan nodded: "Rest assured, I won't show up, and he won't know."

Xi Yunhe was only responsible for negotiations yesterday, and today he just came to pass the message: "Good. Then the State Preceptor will borrow thirty thousand troops from the Bali Nation and assign two generals, all under Nian Zanli's command. This matter will be handled within five months at the latest."

It's done! He Lingchuan inhaled secretly.

"The State Preceptor has supernatural powers, and such a big event can be implemented in a day or two." He admired. "However, words are not proof; how can we gain Nian Zanli's trust?"

"Tianjie East Second Lane, the southernmost stationery store, there is a pair of white stone horses at the door. You walk in and tell the shopkeeper you want ten inkstones from Nanbaoxuan and paper from Qiuhujiian, and the agreed price is forty wen. He will give you the State Preceptor's token and personal letter."

"Take these two things to Nian Zanli, and he can go to the Bali Nation to ask for troops." Xi Yunhe instructed again, "The token cannot be forged; there are two personal letters, one explaining the situation to Nian Zanli, and the other sealed with fire lacquer, which is to be presented to the Bali Monarch and cannot be opened halfway."

He Lingchuan was moved: "The State Preceptor actually thought so thoroughly!"

Worthy of being an old official oil-slick of over a hundred years, such an arrangement was truly thoughtful. What He Lingchuan thought of and didn't think of, he had designed it all.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 610 =====