Chapter 12: Play Tricks with the High-Cold Persona
“The commotion is getting a bit big. Although I think it would be better if I lay low, if I do that, I won’t be able to carry out many plans.” Chen Xiyi wanted to lie low, but he didn’t have the conditions for it.
Moreover, he is a player, not afraid of death, so what is there to fear? “Immortal, this is Xuande Temple in Lingqu City. It enshrines the great saint Xuanwu Xuande, and the temple has continuous incense offerings and many worshippers every day.” Wu Xiu dismounted and walked to the side of a wooden sedan chair to speak.
Chen Xiyi leisurely got off the sedan chair and looked at the magnificent temple.
The commotion caused by Wu Xiu naturally attracted the temple priest of Xuande Temple to come and watch.
The temple priest was not young, at least sixty years old. He originally wanted to scold loudly, but when he saw Wu Xiu and his group, the wooden horse and wooden person, and then saw a creature like a stone sculpture coming out of the sedan chair, his heart tightened involuntarily.
“Let’s go and take a look.” Chen Xiyi carried an air of superiority and naturally also saw the old temple priest. After getting off the wooden sedan chair, step by step, he put on the costume.
And then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the stone armor on his body slowly disappeared, revealing the costume of the Qingxu Sect’s sect leader.
All the worshippers, temple priests, passersby, and others present held their breath, shocked to see this scene. It was as if a true immortal had descended to the mortal world, stunning everyone.
Chen Xiyi passed by the temple priest and directly headed towards the temple.
Following behind, Wu Xiu hurried over and said to the old temple priest, “Immortal is here to meet the Great Saint Xuanwu Xuande. Don’t stand there foolishly, follow along and serve behind. If Immortal mentions you to the Great Emperor Xuande, you will surely gain great merit.”
Upon hearing this, the old temple priest awakened as if from a dream, “Young Master Wu is right, he is right.”
With that, the old temple priest quickly turned and followed, then led the way, “Please, Immortal.”
Chen Xiyi said nothing, but followed the old temple priest into the temple.
At the next moment, the people outside the temple boiled. They were tightly packed and wanted to rush into the temple.
Everyone had seen Chen Xiyi’s transformation just now. When they heard the old temple priest call him an immortal, how could they not understand what was going on?
This was a living immortal, not those speechless statues made of mud and wood.
Fortunately, Xuande Temple was not a small temple. In addition to the old temple priest, there were also many serving staff to maintain order. When they saw people rushing over, they quickly stopped them.
“Everybody, everybody, don’t panic. If you provoke the Immortal, we won’t be able to bear the consequences.”
“Step back, wait until the Immortal meets the Great Saint Xuanwu Xuande, and then you can come in. Don’t be unruly.”
The serving staff of Xuande Temple had seen many storms, and they could handle the situation well, especially during the annual temple fair when more people came.
Moreover, with the title of the immortal and the Great Saint Xuanwu Xuande, they quickly managed to calm down the enthusiastic crowd.
On the other side, Chen Xiyi entered the temple and looked at the rough statue, sighing inwardly.
This statue was no good. It lacked any spirituality.
“When was this place built?” Chen Xiyi asked casually.
This question stunned the old temple priest. Wu Xiu thought for a moment and explained, “He is asking how long the temple has been built and how many years the deity has been worshipped.”
“This temple has been here for fifty-two years. I’ve been here serving the Great Saint Xuanwu since I built this temple as a young man. No one knows this Xuande Temple better than me.” After reporting the time, the old temple priest also subtly mentioned his hard work and high achievement.
“Well, let’s go. The statue has no spirituality, no divine presence inside. It needs more years of offerings.”
After Chen Xiyi finished speaking, he turned and left. The time was too short, so he couldn’t spiritualize it.
The temple priest was almost taken aback by these words. If it weren’t for his firm will, he could have sent him away right then and there.
Wu Xiu, who was following behind, also heard this and was somewhat surprised. The Xuande Temple receives continuous incense every day, so why does it lack spirituality?
“Immortal, please wait. I want to know how to make the statue spiritual. I hope for your guidance.” After recovering, the temple priest bravely asked.
“The fate is not there, so it cannot be said.” Chen Xiyi pretended to be mysterious and profound.
This made the temple priest somewhat doubt his life. He was sixty-three this year, how long would he have to wait for fate to come?
In the midst of his distraction, Chen Xiyi had already walked out of the Xuande Temple.
Looking at the bustling crowd, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
As he walked down, he removed his costume, and his stone armor once again covered his body.
The onlookers quickly made way for him.
More people came this time and once again witnessed Chen Xiyi’s transformation with their own eyes, making them even more enthusiastic.
Before getting on the sedan chair, Chen Xiyi said to Wu Xiu, “Is there a temple that’s been standing for a hundred years?”
Wu Xiu pondered, he indeed knew about this, otherwise he wouldn’t have come directly to the prosperous Xuande Temple.
Although Chen Xiyi was asking Wu Xiu, his voice was loud enough for the surrounding crowd to hear, especially with the temple’s greeters around, it naturally caught their attention.
Someone in the crowd shouted, “There is a Xuanyuan Sect in the south of the city, which has been around for two hundred years, dedicated to Master Xuanyuan.”
“Yes, it’s the Xuanyuan Sect.”
The crowd surged, and many shrewd individuals took the opportunity to squeeze out of the crowd and head towards the Xuanyuan Sect in the south of the city.
One must take the lead in this.
“Xuanyuan Sect and Master Xuanyuan? Wu Xiu, do you know the way?” Chen Xiyi asked casually.
“I do.” Wu Xiu almost forgot about this place, mainly because the Xuanyuan Sect is a small, declining sect built in a remote area in the south of the city.
Perhaps there was only an old sect leader left now, and they didn’t even have a statue like the one in the Xuande Temple. They only had a painting, which didn’t seem like it could compare to the Xuande Temple in any way.
“As long as you know, let’s go to the Xuanyuan Sect first.”
After finishing his words, Chen Xiyi sat back in the sedan chair, no longer paying attention to the noise outside.
He was just an empty shell at the moment, not suitable for a populist approach. To establish his persona better, he needed to appear aloof and cold, and only when he gained enough fairies could he act otherwise. Otherwise, he might easily reveal his true intentions.
As the saying goes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make, and the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make. At the moment, he was more suited for the latter.
To strike while the iron is hot, he needs to be strong. At the moment, he was just an empty shell without any power, so he needed to be more cautious, say as little as possible, and definitely not say too much.
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