Finally, they went to pay respects at the "Fu Yan Immortal" temple.

There were many young people here, and the number of women far exceeded other temples. The front was piled with fresh fruits and flowers, and even the statue was a noble white jade one.

The jade statue was actually carved with a 70% resemblance to the real person, with a scholarly and elegant demeanor, wielding a sword in the wind, posture like a green shadow in the clouds, eyes like clear autumn water. It was clearly crafted by a skilled artisan.

In other temples, Ruyi would bow slightly with full etiquette, but here, he knelt on the prayer mat with both knees and worshipped sincerely.

As usual, Feng Rugu was not very focused.

Standing under the huge jade statue, Feng Rugu closed his fan, tucked it into his waist, looked around, and occasionally sniffed.

A young temple attendant had just finished receiving an offering and was about to walk to the back hall when Feng Rugu stopped him.

He said, "Young man, may I trouble you to ask, has this temple been renovated recently?"

The young attendant was tired after a day's work. Seeing that Feng Rugu was a stranger, he must be a visitor from outside. The question was also asked strangely, so he answered very perfunctorily: "Yes, it was renovated."

"It was a major renovation," Feng Rugu said, "The statue was broken, right?"

The young attendant was slightly surprised: "How did you..."

Feng Rugu lightly scratched the small mole on the tip of his nose: "The door hinges and panels are all newly replaced, the smell of clear lacquer and pine resin is very strong, and there are not many incense stains on the jade..."

Feng Rugu bent down and picked up a small piece of broken jade pinky finger in a dead corner at the bottom of the shrine.

This spot was difficult to see and was in a crevice that a broom could hardly reach, so it was no wonder it was overlooked.

The young attendant was startled.

When the statue was shattered, he was responsible for cleaning up the fragments.

If this was seen by the people of the main temple and he was blamed for not cleaning thoroughly, he probably wouldn't get his monthly pay this month.

He hurriedly took the jade finger and hid it in his bosom, lowering his voice and saying "thank you".

Feng Rugu asked with interest, "Why did someone come to smash the statue?"

The young attendant just wanted to quickly send away these two people who knew about his work mistake: "Who knows? He was just a madman who suddenly broke into the temple three or four months ago, smashed the statue and ran. We chased him out, originally intending to beat him up, but it turned out he was a demon cultivator. He was exposed by a passing Daoist priest and killed. We originally planned to build another Immortal temple, and the jade statue was already made, but who would have thought this one would be shattered. We had no choice but to enshrine that new jade statue in this temple, and the new temple construction had to be halted. It's really unlucky."

Feng Rugu let out a long "Oh", and wanted to ask more, but was urged by the young attendant: "Today's worship is about to end, you two, please leave."

Watching the two leave, the young attendant muttered with lingering fear: "Really annoying."

The City God was festive, the Nuo gods were mysterious but harmless, the Stone God had an evil reputation but was actually quite normal, and even the demon cultivator who came to make trouble at the Immortal temple a few days ago was killed and met his karmic retribution.

There was no evil omen anywhere in this city, and an auspicious day was approaching, yet at this time people who lost their souls appeared out of nowhere, which seemed even more sinister.

The two returned to Qingqiu Pavilion.

Feng Rugu nibbled on the pear he had just swiped from the offering table at the Immortal temple, and said, "The matters in this ancient city are quite interesting. The Stone God that requires human lives as sacrifices, the demon cultivator who smashed the Immortal temple, the people who got soul-loss, the dead monk from Hanshan Temple... they seem unrelated."

Ruyi stared at the pear in his mouth.

Feng Rugu took another crisp bite of the pear: "What's the matter? What's offered to my senior brother is mine. The two of us have always shared everything."

Ruyi imperceptibly sighed and loosened the prayer beads wrapped around his wrist.

Feng Rugu flexed his wrist and asked him another strange question: "How many times did you see it?"

But Ruyi understood and held up four fingers.

- On the street, in the temples, he had glimpsed the same white shadow a total of four times along the way.

There was a white shadow that had been silently and invisibly following them.

It's just that the other party's control over their own spiritual power was insufficient, and it would occasionally leak out, causing the white shadow to appear.

After noticing the existence of the white shadow, Ruyi did not show any signs and did not deliberately release spiritual power to probe its whereabouts, so as not to attract its attention.

This was the purpose of Feng Rugu's wandering around tonight: someone had been watching them since they entered the city.

It was clear that someone had deliberately lured them to Shuisheng City to investigate.

Seeing Ruyi's answer, Feng Rugu whispered in his ear in a small voice, "That white shadow clearly appeared five times."

"...?"

"In front of the small stall selling Nuo masks, in front of the City God Temple, in front of the Stone God Temple, in front of the Immortal Temple, and when I was drawing on your forehead."

Ruyi was slightly stunned.

"Master Ruyi is still a bit green." Feng Rugu tapped his fan against his palm and walked ahead with satisfaction, "Ha, I win."

Ruyi: "..." He didn't intend to compete with Feng Rugu on this.

But after careful recollection, Ruyi discovered that when Feng Rugu was drawing on his forehead, he indeed didn't notice the leakage of spiritual power at all, his whole mind was on his rouge-stained fingers.

He raised his head and touched his forehead, but saw Feng Rugu looking back at him: "Hurry up, the key is with you."

Ruyi looked at Feng Rugu's face.

... The rouge shop owner was right, that rouge was indeed hard to remove. Even now, there was still a faint red residue at the corner of Feng Rugu's mouth from when he tasted the rouge, which should be the same color as the four-cornered flower on his own forehead.

Somehow, Ruyi felt his forehead burning and his heart feeling a bit strange. He simply looked away and stopped looking at him, but his steps walked towards the direction where he was. As the two walked side by side down the corridor, a faint, ethereal white figure stood at the far end, silently watching them. Moments later, it vanished with the wind, dissipating into nothingness as if it had never existed at all.