Whoever caused the pollution had to clean it up. This could be considered as a way to repay the karma.
His master taught him not to owe karma. He also said that perhaps a single word of advice would require him to repay a great debt in the future.
Although he could not say that he would have to pay for it with his life in the future, Yang Jian would still feel a little embarrassed …
"I'd better deal with it. As the future Erlang Xiansheng, I can't do something like pulling up my pants and leaving!"
"Find water to flush the toilet!"
After the little princess, who was full of spiritual Qi, left in a hurry with her maids, Yang Jian pinched his nose and entered the toilet again. Then, he looked around to see if there was a well or something like that.
As he searched, he walked out of the secluded courtyard.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw three to five manservants in short-sleeved cotton clothes, who were dressed similarly to Yang Jian. As they walked, they complained about how they were assigned this task and had to clear the toilet.
Yang Jian frowned. "Does that mean I can't even take remedial measures?"
"Forget it, forget it. It's not a big deal. I'll forgive myself for now."
After the figures of the manservants were covered by the rockery, Yang Jian looked at the high wall where he came from and then at the stone road outside the courtyard. He seemed to hear the hubbub of voices and the sound of bells and drums in the distance. He could not help but smile.
"It's not easy to come to the mortal world. Let's go for a stroll and see how luxurious the nobles in the mortal world are!"
The manservants were dressed similarly to him. As long as he acted naturally, perhaps no one would notice him.
Even if someone noticed him, what could they do?
At most, he would just run away. In this mortal city without any cultivators, he did not have to be afraid.
He swaggered along a low wall and walked forward. After a few steps, Yang Jian smelled a fragrance of food. Following the fragrance, he saw a courtyard filled with chaos and many servants bustling about. This should be a kitchen.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yang Jian smiled calmly and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a shout.
"Hey! Over there! Right! It's you! What are you standing there for? "
Dressed in long silk robes, four burly men shouted at the top of their lungs.
He had a big head and a thick neck, which made him look like a bunch of butchers. Moreover, this man was holding a large plate of steaming red braised pork.
Yang Jian was not stunned. He immediately bowed and ran over, looking at the chef with a smile on his face.
The chef shouted fiercely, "Hold it, slow down! This was the twelfth dish on the main table! If you spill a little of the soup, be careful that your head falls to the ground! "
Yang Jian hurriedly and carefully brought it over, then turned around and left the courtyard with small steps.
The chef muttered, "Huh? A newcomer? Why did his clothes look so shabby? Hmph, those managers are getting more and more out of hand. "
"Head chef!"
"Coming!" The chef shouted. He didn't think much and continued to work.
Outside the small courtyard, Yang Jian looked at the plate full of unknown braised meat. Saliva flowed in his mouth. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The meat melted in his mouth …
"Hmm …"
As if there was a magnificent background sound coming from all around, Yang Jian was extremely touched. His eyes were filled with tears.
This was a delicacy that he had never tasted in his previous life. It was actually so … addictive.
Yang Jian sighed with emotion. He looked around and reached out to take a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. Then, he looked at the golden soup and lifted the plate to drink a mouthful. His feet were still walking leisurely …
Just like that, Yang Jian walked through a long corridor with his head lowered. He followed the other servant boys and entered a majestic palace. This future Erlang Zhenjun felt a little guilty.
He shouldn't be able to tell …
He probably couldn't tell …
After all, there were still two pieces of meat in the middle of the plate. Furthermore, it was noisy here. There were more than one servant boy who came from the kitchen. Who knew what this dish was originally? How many were there?
The interior of the palace was richly ornamented, resplendent in gold and jade. Twelve stone pillars supported the roof of the palace, and the floor was covered with soft carpets of exquisite workmanship.
The palace was spacious. It didn't seem crowded even if there were more than a hundred round tables. The tables were already filled with guests, but no one dared to pick up their chopsticks. They were all looking at the main table.
At the head of the table sat a tall and sturdy man with white hair on his temples. The beautiful girl that Yang Jian had seen before was standing to the right of the man, whispering softly in his ear, as if she was acting coquettishly.
Yang Jian glanced sideways at the few people sitting on the left side of the burly man …
Cultivators?
They were indeed cultivators. Yang Jian sensed the fluctuation of their aura. Although weak, they could indeed attract the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.
They wore cyan Taoist robes with a silk coat over them. Two of them carried long swords on their backs. The swords seemed to be celestial artifacts, but they also looked like simple decorations.
However, Yang Jian felt that they were still very weak.
It wasn't that his standards were too high, nor was it that he looked down on the cultivators of the Vast Thousand World after spending too much time with great mediums like Yuding Zhenren …
Yang Jian had perfected the first tier of the Eight Nine Mysteries. Although he hadn't cultivated the seventy-two transformations or other supernatural powers, the mystical technique itself had its own mystical qualities.
Yang Jian could tell at a glance that these people's abilities were inferior to … Little Chan 'er …
He didn't know how the cultivation realms below immortals were divided in this Vast Thousand World. However, Yang Jian guessed that these cultivators should be of a lower level. Moreover, they were full of the aura of wealth and nostalgia for the mortal world. In a few years, their Spiritual Qi would dissipate and they would become commoners.
Opposite the Marquis sat a handsome young man dressed in brocade robes. He had a sickly look, and he was looking at the Little Princess Lingxiu affectionately.
The young Ling Xiu County Princess would also sneak a few glances at the young man, her cheeks slightly flushed.
As he approached the main table, he could hear the conversation over there. The young Ling Xiu County Princess was hugging the burly Duke's big hand and acting like a spoiled child.
"Father! I don't want to sit next to him! Can't I just sit here! "
Yang Jian lowered his head and placed the plate in his hand on an empty spot on the round table. It happened to be in front of a cultivator. The cultivator lowered his head to look at Yang Jian and widened his eyes.
Yang Jian smiled awkwardly and lowered his head to retreat.
The cultivator didn't say anything and continued to sit there with a frosty expression, acting arrogantly.
"Phew … I've muddled through."
Yang Jian turned around and walked towards the side door of the hall with his head lowered. At that moment, he heard a loud shout coming from behind him.
"Everyone! I'm really ashamed that I have to trouble all of you to come to celebrate my birthday! Today, we will drink to our heart's content. Fine wine and delicacies are not enough to show our respect! Come, bring out the song and dance that we have arranged. Let me enjoy it with all the honored guests! "
Dong! Dong, dong!
The sound of drums suddenly came from the side door of the hall. Several women dressed in colorful satin clothes leisurely walked in from the side door.
Yang Jian, who was walking towards the side door, quickly moved to the side and made way for these slightly familiar singers …
Sniff, sniff.
The tip of Yang Jian's nose twitched. He smelled the strong smell of cosmetics and frowned slightly.
Those beautiful singers didn't look at him. They leisurely walked to the empty space near the main table and met up with the other singers who entered from the other side. They waved their long sleeves and swayed their soft waists …
Yang Jian shook his head and chuckled. He didn't look at those graceful figures and walked towards the side door.
Something's wrong!
Yang Jian's footsteps suddenly stopped in the middle of the side door. A small bolt of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.
He had seen those women before. They were sitting on an ox cart and they even flirted with him!
Something's wrong again. It doesn't seem to be them!
The cosmetics that he smelled just now wasn't that smell … Moreover, there was an aura hidden in the cosmetics that made him feel a little uneasy.
Trance, inhuman.
Although Yang Jian hadn't cultivated the third Third Eye and this was also the first time he encountered such a situation, a strange but familiar word came to his mind …
Evil!
A cold wind suddenly floated up from behind him, which was still some distance away from him.
Yang Jian suddenly turned around, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with lightning! Under his intense gaze, the group of dancers who were singing and dancing softly now changed their appearance!
They had sharp teeth and long tails, like a group of demonic beasts hiding under human skin, and their eyes were locked on the main table.
Suddenly, the two dancers moved. With a flash of blood, the two dancers actually exploded, their flesh and blood scattering in all directions!
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