I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 38

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The ice on the white cliffs of Hanling Mountains ended, and the three of them embarked on the road to find the Buddha’s Hand again.

A few people started walking up the mountainside where summer and autumn meet. In order not to disturb the souls of the dead, they could only find their way up step by step in the most ordinary way. They also encountered some strange spirits along the way, but Qiu Yin’an and Bai Chengying were very skilled, and they worked together to deal with them.

After many days and nights today, the three finally reached the summit.

The top of the white cliff in Hanling Mountain is the coldest place in the world. When the cold wind blows, it makes people’s faces hurt as if they have been scratched by a razor blade.

Qiu Yin’an put on all the clothes he had brought, and cast a magic spell over him and Wan Qiongju to keep them warm, but his fingers were still stiff from the cold and difficult to bend or stretch.

Qiu Yin breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed Wan Qiongju’s hand, “It’s probably freezing.”

When he touched Wan Qiongju’s hand, he found that his hand was colder than Wan Qiongju’s, so he retracted his hand.

Wan Qiongju grabbed his hand, opened the front, and put Qiu Yin’an’s hand in.

“It’s so cold, why are you pulling on your clothes? Tuck your clothes more tightly.” Qiu Yin’an quickly pulled his hands away, but his hands were held tightly in Wan Qiongju’s arms.

Wan Qiongju: “Don’t move, I’ll warm you up.”

Qiu Yin’an: “Then just cover it with your hands. Don’t do this. It makes you feel so uncomfortable.”

Wan Qiongju curled her lips and smiled, “It warms up quickly.”

Qiu Yin’an felt as if he had touched a warm stove. Warmth spread from his fingertips to his heart. He couldn’t bear to let Wan Qiongju be too cold. After letting it go for a while, he scratched a few times on Wan Qiongju’s thin chest. “Okay, it’s calming down now. My fingers are not cold anymore.”

Qiu Yin’an was adjusting Wan Qiongju’s clothes. Bai Chengying was not far away from the two of them and closed her eyes. “Wan Qiongju, when will your eagle find the sitting Buddha’s hand?”

Wan Qiongju: “It has been hungry for a day. If I don’t feed it, it will look for food on its own. When will it be able to find food enough to sit on the Buddha’s hand?”

Bai Chengying opened his eyes and said, “What if it eats me? Do I have to cut open its stomach and take it out?”

Wan Qiongju: “You have a good idea. If you think about it a little, you should know that I can’t kill my eagle for you.”

Qiu Yin’an explained: “The Sitting Buddha’s Hand is slightly poisonous. If the eagle eats it by mistake and feels uncomfortable, it will definitely fly back to find Xiao Wan. When the eagle spits it out, the Sitting Buddha’s Hand will be ours.”

Bai Chengying stood up directly in disgust, “What kind of stupid method is this? I thought it was some clever method? It turns out that I was asked to eat what the beast vomited.”

Wan Qiongju said with a calm expression, “You can also look for it yourself.”

Bai Chengying looked at the endless snow, puffed out his cheeks and sighed for a long time, then sat down cross-legged again.

Wan Qiongju hugged Qiu Yin’an and covered Qiu Yin’an with his big cloak, “I don’t know how long it will take until the eagle finds the sitting Buddha’s hand. If you are tired, sleep on my shoulder for a while.”

“It’s too cold, I can’t sleep.” Qiu Yin’an rested his head on Wan Qiongju’s shoulder, looking up at Wan Qiongju. He raised his hand and poked Wan Qiongju’s face, “Do you think we can return to Qingxuan Peak before New Year’s Eve?”

Wan Qiongju: “Definitely.”

Qiu Yin’an: “This is the first New Year’s Eve for both of us. In the past, I was alone. It’s great to have you this year.”

New Year’s Eve in the world of cultivation is a day for the retired ancestors to gather with their juniors. All the sects have family reunions, with the exception of Qiu Yin’an, because this person who was cursed by the witch cultivator to the point where he is the only one in the family has no one to gather with.

In the first two years, Yao Ye would invite him to Jiuling Mountain, but on the day of family reunion, Qiu Yin’an felt that being an outsider there would make others uncomfortable, so he refused, and Yao Ye never asked him again.

Qiu Yin’an’s spirit fox also goes back to Spirit Beast Mountain to visit its ancestors every New Year’s Eve, so every year from New Year’s Eve to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Xishan Palace is very cold, with no one serving tea or water. Qiu Yin’an doesn’t like days like that, but this year he is looking forward to it.

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes were full of longing, “Xiao Wan, when the time comes, let’s set off fireworks together, okay?”

Wan Qiongju: “Okay, I can also make you some different fireworks.”

Qiu Yin’an: “I still want to cut window grilles. Do you know how to do it? If not, I can teach you.”

Wan Qiongju: “I’ve seen others cut it, but I haven’t tried it myself.”

Qiu Yin’an: “We can also enjoy plum blossoms on the snow. There were many plum blossom trees planted in the forest behind Xishan Palace. I haven’t seen them for several years. I don’t know if the plum blossoms are blooming well this year.”

Wan Qiongju: “We will take a look when we return to Xishan Palace.”

Qiu Yin’an: “Let’s plant a plum tree together on New Year’s Eve, but it’s so cold, can we plant it alive?”

Looking at Qiu Yin’an’s shining eyes, Wan Qiongju coaxed: “If the tree doesn’t live, just cast some magic to make it live. For someone as powerful as you, it won’t dare not live.”

Qiu Yin’an lightly punched Wan Qiongju with a smile on his lips, “If it doesn’t survive, I will settle the score with you.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be sure to survive.” Wan Qiongju hugged Qiu Yin’an’s arm tightly and couldn’t help but kiss her lips, “I will be by your side every year from now on to accompany you to do what you want to do. It doesn’t have to be New Year’s Eve, it can be every day.”

Qiu Yin’an didn’t know when he fell asleep in Wan Qiongju’s arms. When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright. Wan Qiongju used magic to light a fire and boil a small iron gourd of snow. “Master, take a sip, the water is still warm.”

Qiu Yin’an drank half of the gourd. He took off the bag of things hanging from his waist, untied the bag and looked inside. There was no food in it. “Xiao Wan, are you hungry? If you are, I can use magic to help you adjust your breath.”

Wan Qiongju took the iron gourd from Qiu Yin’an’s hand and took a sip. “After practicing together with Master for so many days, my cultivation level has improved a lot. I can use my own magic power to get close to it. This barrier has already consumed a lot of your spiritual power. Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

As he spoke, Wan Qiongju’s eagle flew back, hovering listlessly in front of Wan Qiongju’s eyes, blinked a few times, and fell into the snow with a snap.

Wan Qiongju picked up the eagle from the ground. The eagle’s eyes were distracted and said, “Master, it should have found the sitting Buddha’s hand.”

Bai Chengying heard the words and ran over, “I’ll cast a spell to make it spit out.”

“No, if it is frightened, it will use its last breath to escape. You may not know where it will fly by then.” Wan Qiongju twisted a talisman in the air with one hand, opened the eagle’s beak and let the eagle go down. He explained: “This talisman can induce vomiting, just wait a while.”

The eagle swallowed the talisman, gained some strength, flapped its wings a few times, and flew into the sky. Bai Chengying asked: “What is it going to do? It can’t fly far, can it?”

Wan Qiongju: “I feel uncomfortable in my body. It’s just a few tossings. If it can’t fly far, let’s keep an eye on it more.”

Qiu Yin’an was looking up at the eagle when he suddenly saw a pebble passing through the sky. The eagle was a little wilted and did not fly high. It howled when it was hit in the stomach.

Qiu Yin’an looked to the side and saw Changchuan again. He subconsciously grabbed Wan Qiongju’s arm and protected her behind him, “Changchuan, what are you going to do again?”

Changchuan narrowed his eyes slightly and licked his lower lip meaningfully, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to catch him this time, I’m here to compete with you for the Buddha’s hand.”

“Is this good news that you don’t need to be afraid of?” Qiu Yin’an frowned, his eyes sharper than his tone, “Sitting on the Buddha’s Hands is only useful for low-level monks. Your cultivation level is not low, why do you want to sit on the Buddha’s Hands?”

Changchuan: “I don’t care what you do, why do you care what I do?”

“I shouldn’t fucking talk nonsense to you.” Qiu Yin’an glared at Changchuan, then turned to Wan Qiongju and said, “Xiaowan, get your eagle back quickly.”

Wan Qiongju whistled and slapped her wrist twice, and the eagle flew in the direction of Wan Qiongju. But midway, Changchuan flew a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon spun in the sky as fast as the wind. If the eagle usually flewHe could avoid it, but now that the eagle had eaten the Sitting Buddha’s hand and swallowed Wan Qiongju’s talisman, his body felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable, so Chang Chuan’s hidden weapon hit the eagle, and it suddenly fell from the sky.

Qiu Yin’an and Bai Chengying immediately rushed towards the place where the eagle fell, but they were still a step slower than Changchuan. Changchuan picked up the two talons of the eagle and stood in the snow with a wild smile. “I didn’t expect this sitting Buddha’s hand to be in my hands so easily. It took no effort at all.”

Qiu Yin’an kicked the snow in front of him, “You got something for nothing. Of course you find it easy. Pay it back soon.”

Changchuan clicked his tongue and looked at Qiu Yin’an with a frown, “Why do you always give orders like this that I can’t possibly execute? Who are you used to bossing around?”

“Stop talking nonsense, I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.” Qiu Yin’an summoned the two swords, turned to Bai Chengying and said, “He is alone. We should be able to catch him if we work together.”

Bai Chengying: “Before, I felt that your bad method was not very effective. How can you trust a beast? You are the only one who is willing to believe in Wan Qiongju, that young boy. What now? You are making wedding clothes for others.”

Qiu Yin’s eyes widened in annoyance, “Bai Chengying, what do you mean? You are not in a hurry to get the things back, but you are making sarcastic remarks as an afterthought?”

Bai Chengying pursed her lips and had a sullen face, “I just think this young boy Wan Qiongju sucks. Why can he be with you? He actually got someone I couldn’t get.”

“You still think about this now?” Qiu Yin’an exhaled heavily, “I’ve really had enough of you saying these derogatory words about him.”

Wan Qiongju: “Master, now is not the time to vent your anger on him. Lend me a knife and we can try together.”

Bai Chengying snorted contemptuously, “Just you?”

Wan Qiongju: “Yes, just me, my husband and I.”

“Fuck!” Bai Chengying’s chest heaved violently, “Don’t irritate me with this matter, I don’t care at all.”

Bai Chengying looked sideways at Wan Qiongju, “You are worthy of fighting with him. Consider how much you weigh. In real combat, Qiu Yin’an and I have to fight together.”

Bai Chengying raised his sword and flew towards Changchuan.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Yin’an also came to help with two swords. It must be said that Qiu Yin’an and Bai Chengying cooperated very well in the fight. Under the attack of the two of them, Chang Chuan was not so calm and dexterous in the art of transformation, so he could only summon the witch flag and compete with the two of them with their hands and spells.

After a few rounds, Changchuan was accidentally stabbed in the wrist by Qiu Yin’an. The eagle in his hand took the opportunity to flutter twice and broke away from his hand.

Seeing the right opportunity, Bai Chengying swung his sword and planned to tie the beast tightly to his sword to avoid causing trouble. Fortunately, he was stopped by Qiu Yin’an’s sword. The eagle got the opportunity and flew back to Wan Qiongju’s arm.

The sitting Buddha’s hand returned to the hands of the three people.

Changchuan’s lips turned white from the pain, and he was holding the wrist of the other hand tightly with one good hand. He was so painful that he couldn’t straighten his back. On the top of the white cliff in the cold mountains in the ice and snow, sweat broke out on his forehead, “Xianzun Muyang, I remember you. If you use one of my hands, I will never give up.”

Qiu Yin’an: “You still have the strength to give up? I still want to settle a score with you? That day, you witch cultivators caused a riot in Jiuling Mountain, causing Yao Ye to be seriously injured and Yao Yu to be poisoned. The evil things you did combined are enough for me to send you to the West. Changchuan, if you hand over the antidote today, I can consider sparing you.”

“Yao Yu is not dead yet?” Changchuan mocked: “Aren’t you bragging that you have a way to save her? Why do you still care about me asking for the antidote now?”

Qiu Yin’an raised his knife and pointed it at Changchuan, “Stop talking nonsense. If you don’t pay, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the eagles today.”

“Lin Yuxian’s heart has been damaged. It seems that I can’t help you for the time being.” Changchuan glanced at Bai Chengying, straightened his back and asked Qiu Yin’an, “Do you think you can catch me by yourself?”

Bai Chengying opened the barrier yesterday and spent a lot of mana. When he fought with Changchuan just now, he was already strong. Now his hand holding the sword is trembling. It is obvious that he needs to adjust his breath for a while.

Qiu Yin’an raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, “How do you know that his heart pulse is damaged?”

“You always ask questions that I don’t like to answer.”

While talking, Chang Chuan took the opportunity to use the art of transformation. Without Bai Chengying and Qiu Yin’an attacking from both sides, it would be easy for Chang Chuan to escape from here.

Changchuan and Qiu Yin’an were farther away, and he said harshly: “Descendants of the Qiu family, let me tell you, sooner or later our great witch master will bring us witch cultivators back to the top of the world of cultivation. Today’s revenge, I, Changchuan, will definitely repay you tenfold.”

Changchuan was not good at fighting alone, but he was very good at escaping. Qiu Yin’an put down the knife and let his hands hang naturally by his side. “You must be in so much pain. Your great witch master has died long ago.”

“How capable our witch clan is, that’s not called death, that’s called recuperation.” Changchuan said the words “recuperation and recuperation” extremely arrogantly.

Changchuan’s face became a little distorted due to pain, and he continued: “The soul of the Great Witch Lord has been found. The day when you, Qingxuan Peak, will surrender and obey orders is coming soon. Muyang Xianzun, you don’t have many good days left.”

Qiu Yin’an’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his hand holding the knife tightened. He asked Changchuan solemnly, “Is what you said true?”

Qiu Yin’an’s nervous look was caught in Changchuan’s eyes. Changchuan couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes. He licked the back of his bleeding hand and replied: “This is a good question. I like it very much. I can answer you with certainty. It’s true. Qiu, you are finished. You will be reunited with your father soon.”