In the Sanxuan Po Temple on Gaojiao Mountain, two men were sitting next to the bonfire. One of them was wearing a green and black Taoist robe, and the other was wearing a sky-white Taoist robe. One man held his hands and looked at the other man: "How about taking the bait first? Master Yun?"
The other man ignored him and looked directly at the Sanxuan stone statue, but it was not as if he was looking at Empress Sanxuan but at... "Taoist Master Yun, Taoist Master Yun! Look..." The man followed his line of sight and said, "What are you looking at, His Highness Sanxuan? It's useless to pray for God, beg for yourself."
"This temple is huge and should be prosperous. Why has it failed so far? Is it because the statue of Empress Sanxuan is as big as His Highness Sanxuan?" The man continued to ask.
"Everyone is fine, including ghosts and humans. Wait until the rain stops and kill them." The man called Taoist Master Yun finally spoke. But he only answered the first question. "Okay, I'll risk my life to accompany the gentleman!"
Yun Qing turned his attention back to the bonfire: Sure enough, he made a mistake yesterday. What's wrong? ——Blasphemous…
Intention: Xianxia