Sensing the fluctuation in the sky, Mu Qingxiao felt a mysterious power that calmed his depressed mood. However, he still remained tense as he hid in the branches and leaves.
He raised his head slightly and saw a woman in a white robe.
The woman stood on a lotus throne, holding a jade bottle in her hand. Her face was covered by a veil, and golden light flowed around her, giving off a holy and kind aura.
Guanyin of the South Sea!
Mu Qingxiao's pupils shrank. It was not difficult to guess the woman's identity. No wonder Jinghe Dragon King died without knowing why. Buddhism was involved in the whole thing.
Mu Qingxiao's thoughts became clear after he figured out the identity of the person behind him.
The world of Journey to the West was really full of plots and machinations. It was unknown how many cultivators had inexplicably fallen due to the whirlpool of games.
Even Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared here. It was obvious that Gautama Buddha had put in a lot of effort to impart Buddhism.
Gautama Buddha had not only sent his second disciple to reincarnate in the Eastern Land, but also asked Guanyin Bodhisattva to come to Chang 'an first.
Gautama Buddha knew that it was easy for his second disciple to come, but it would be difficult for Li Shimin to accept it.
In history, the Li family claimed to be the descendants of Taishang Laojun, and they claimed to be the descendants of Tao Ancestor. It was unlikely that they would accept Buddhism. Gautama Buddha wanted to impart Buddhism in the Eastern Land, but even the current emperor did not agree.
Therefore, he had to trap Li Shimin one trap after another. The fisherman was just a small interlude.
When Jinghe Dragon King took the bait, the fortune-teller Yuan Shoucheng appeared. First, he provoked Jinghe Dragon King to change the imperial edict in a fit of anger. Then, he instructed him to find Li Shimin and successfully dragged Li Shimin into the water.
The Dragon King violated the laws of heaven, and the one who wanted to kill him was the Jade Emperor. The Dragon King of the West Sea was Jinghe Dragon King's brother-in-law. The latter should have gone to his brother-in-law to plead with the Jade Emperor.
However, Yuan Shoucheng asked him to find Li Shimin. Wei Zheng had no reason to not kill him.
Jinghe Dragon King's death could not be blamed on anyone. If he wanted to blame someone, he could only blame himself for being too stupid.
In the void, Guanyin Bodhisattva gently waved the willow in her hand, and the suet jade bottle faced downward. Yuan Shoucheng instantly turned into drops of sweet dew and returned to the suet jade bottle.
After Yuan Shoucheng evaporated, Mu Qingxiao hid even deeper in the lush trees. She retracted her aura and crouched on a branch, not daring to look up.
An existence at the level of Guanyin Bodhisattva was at least a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, or even a Grand Heavenly Immortal. Such an existence's intuition was too sharp. If he continued to observe, he would most likely be discovered.
Just as Mu Qingxiao looked away, Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned and looked around.
She vaguely felt as if someone was spying on her, but she didn't sense any aura. Moreover, this feeling was fleeting.
"Strange, could it be an illusion?"
Standing on the lotus throne, Guanyin Bodhisattva observed her surroundings and murmured. However, she did not discover anything.
In the end, she shook her head and put the willow back into the suet jade bottle. White clouds drifted, and her figure rose into the sky, disappearing from Mu Qingxiao's sight.
After Guanyin Bodhisattva left, Mu Qingxiao did not move. He continued to hide his aura among the lush leaves, suppressing his aura. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary bird.
As expected, the space rippled in the next second.
Guanyin Bodhisattva, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared in the void. Golden light flashed in her eyes, piercing through the void. However, she still could not find any trace of her.
As she retracted her gaze, the space distorted, and Guanyin Bodhisattva finally disappeared completely.
Seeing this, Mu Qingxiao finally heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his ability to hide his aura had reached a certain level, and he had been more careful. Otherwise, he might have been discovered.
Even so, his heartstrings had tightened like never before.
After Guanyin Bodhisattva had completely left, Mu Qingxiao stood on a branch with his claws. With a flap of his wings, he turned into a streak of black light and shot toward Chang 'an City.
Back in Chang 'an City, Mu Qingxiao transformed into an elegant gentleman. Compared to ordinary people, there was nothing special about him. He walked back to the restaurant.
Tomorrow, there would be a good show on West Gate Street. Naturally, he would not miss it.
As time passed, the night passed, and the sky gradually brightened.
However, not long after dawn, the sky gradually darkened. The entire sky was terrifyingly gloomy. Dark clouds gathered, forming a dense mass. Clearly, it was about to rain.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! "
In an instant, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. The deafening sound of thunder suddenly rang out.
Then, with the pitter-patter of raindrops falling to the ground, the entire Chang 'an City was plunged into a violent storm.
Sitting in the restaurant, Mu Qingxiao drank a cup of wine. He could hear the surrounding customers talking.
"Why is it raining so suddenly?"
"After the rain, the fish and prawns in the Jing River have risen. We're going to be rich again."
After Mu Qingxiao ate and drank to his heart's content, the rain gradually lessened. After a while, the downpour finally stopped. The dark clouds dispersed, and warm sunlight poured down.
It was as if the heavy rain just now had washed the entire world. Light could be seen everywhere.
Glancing at the clear blue sky, Mu Qingxiao shook his head slightly. This Jing River Dragon King was still the same as in the original work. In order to win the bet against Yuan Shoucheng, he did not follow the Jade Emperor's imperial edict and changed the time and rainfall.
That unlucky old dragon probably did not know that he was about to die.
Thinking of this, Mu Qingxiao took out a few taels of silver and placed it on the table. He turned and left the restaurant, walking toward Chang 'an City's West Gate Street.
At this moment, Yuan Shoucheng's stall had been smashed to pieces by a man in white at the original location of his divination stall. His brush and ink were scattered everywhere. It was a mess.
This situation naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding pedestrians and residents. Waves of whispers could be heard, and the nearby streets suddenly became lively.
"Fortune teller, you've miscalculated the time and the amount of rain. This young master has come as promised to destroy your stall so that you won't continue to mislead others."
Yuan Shoucheng just looked at the young man quietly. A cold smile appeared on his face. He said, "My little divination stall is worthless. I'm afraid that someone has committed a capital crime without knowing it."
Hearing this, the young man frowned and said, "What do you mean? How dare you mislead the public? Get out of Chang 'an immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Hmph, others may not know, but I know very well that you are not a scholar in white. You are the Jing River Dragon King. You changed the time without permission and deducted the rainfall. You have violated the laws of heaven. I'm afraid you will be killed tomorrow!"
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