Still, it’s two damn demonesses.
He really couldn’t accept that for a while.
"How about this, you make a phone call, and don’t see them. Anyway, aren’t you sick? I’ll pay for you to go to the county hospital for treatment, stay there for ten days or half a month and come back, just avoid them. When you return, the three visits will be long over." Mentioning money, Chen Yan suddenly slapped his forehead, then pulled the old monk out of the meditation room and into the main hall.
Circled to the back of the clay Buddha statue, Chen Yan kicked it, punching a hole in the base.
Moments later, sure enough, he dug out a cloth bundle from inside. When opened, it was full of orange-yellow gold bars, more than twenty pieces in total!
These must be the "thank you gift" that the Rabbit Spirit mentioned.
Chen Yan stared at the gold bars, unable to help taking a deep breath.
Well! If we’re counting ... eighteen-year-old Chuyi, you really sold yourself for not cheap!
Chuyi is still in the woodshed!
Chen Yan carried Chuyi back from the woodshed to the room, set the broken bed board aside first, and placed Chuyi on a chair.
He removed the rune from Chuyi’s forehead and then gently patted his face.
Chuyi hummed a few times, slowly woke up, sneezed mightily, and then stared wide-eyed at Chen Yan before slowly opening his mouth: "Brother? You, you just..."
"Brother was just playing a little joke on you, don’t ask more questions," Chen Yan waved his hand: "Now, brother has something important to discuss with you!"
"Oh." Chuyi nodded, his brain dull yet extremely trusting in Chen Yan, who told him not to ask, and he simply didn’t. He just said, "Brother Xiao Yan, what do you want to discuss with me? Speak, I’m listening."
Chen Yan looked at this guy’s honest face, shook his head, and then smiled: "I want to ask you something, you must answer truthfully! Have you recently... been having a strange dream often?"
Hearing this, Chuyi’s face instantly turned red, his eyes widened, but his neck shrunk.
"That, brother, how did you know..." Chuyi stammered, yet shook his head: "Actually, actually not one dream, it’s... it’s two."
Of course, I know it’s two... Chen Yan gave this kid an exasperated look.
Then Chen Yan nodded and continued: "Okay, now listen to what I’m saying, what I’m about to tell you might shock you a little..."
A few minutes later, Chen Yan had told the truth to this kid.
Throughout his explanation, Chuyi’s reactions were basically: surprise, shock, confusion, shyness...
In the end, he was left in silence.
After Chen Yan finished, Chuyi was still silent, sitting there dumbfounded.
"So, I need to understand your stance." Chen Yan coughed, cleared his throat, and slowly said: "You now know the truth—although you always thought it was a dream, this dream has lasted quite a while. Do you have feelings for these two demonesses or not?
If you don’t want to, I can ensure they stay away and never bother you again!
If you do have feelings, then you..."
Chuyi’s eyes seemed fixed, not turning, just staring at the floor, his thoughts unknown.
After several minutes, Chuyi looked up, and softly said: "Brother... I kept wondering these days... why I always... always spaced out. That dream, after getting up during the day, I always remember it. Remember the things we said in the dream, we..."
"Alright, enough! No need to describe the details!" Chen Yan immediately waved his hand.
"I, I didn’t mean that." Chuyi scratched his head: "I... I always think about it during the day, always remember the words in the dream. I also keep wondering, why I always have the same dream repeatedly.
Several times, I thought, if that dream were real, if it were real..."
Got it, Chen Yan knew the score.
"Anyway, I’ve conveyed the message. If you accept, then three days later, post a New Year painting on the back door of the temple. They’ll come to meet you at night.
If you don’t want it, then don’t post the New Year painting and they’ll never bother you again."
Chen Yan finished, stood up, patted Chuyi’s shoulder, leaving a "figure it out yourself", then bid farewell and left.
Let this silly boy daydream in the room by himself!
Coming back down the mountain to the village, Chen Yan walked all the way back home, the courtyard gate was open.
He entered and closed the door behind him, then saw the main hall dimly lit, but Gu Qingyi sat by the hall door.
In the darkness, she sat on a small stool, the ground in front of her covered with melon seed shells—still holding a handful of seeds, and when she saw Chen Yan return, continued cracking them one by one.
"No murderous intent on you, seems you didn’t kill on this trip." Gu Qingyi put the seeds back into her pocket, clapping her hands, shaking her head: "Boring, I’m going to sleep."
Chen Yan half-smiled: "Don’t you want to hear about my adventures tonight? Don’t regret it... tonight’s story is quite interesting."
"Hmm?" Gu Qingyi turned and stopped.
Chen Yan walked over, extended his hand: "Give me some seeds, how can we gossip without seeds?"
Gu Qingyi’s eyes instantly brightened, she grabbed a handful of seeds and put them in Chen Yan’s hand, turned and entered the room, came back with two cans of cola, handed one to Chen Yan.
After all that, this twenty-one-year-old Consort Mother sat upright on the small stool, blinking at Chen Yan: "Alright! Tell me quickly!"
"Have you seen ’The New Legend of the White Snake’?"
"Good, then I’ll tell you, I almost played Fa Hai tonight! This is how it went..."
Chen Yan spent another ten minutes embellishing the story of the mountain.
By the end, Gu Qingyi’s face was full of regret: "If I’d known it was this fun, I would have gone with you!"
"Oh no! You’re way too bloodthirsty. If you’d gone, you’d have sliced those two demonesses without a word—that would be worse than Fa Hai’s sins."
Gu Qingyi’s eyes rolled, suddenly asked: "Do you think... will Wang Chuyi post the New Year painting on the back door in three days?"
Chen Yan did the math.
It’s past midnight, now it’s the 27th of the twelfth lunar month.
This year there’s no 30th, the 29th is New Year’s Eve.
So, in three days, it’s exactly New Year’s Day.
"I guess he’ll post it, that kid... though a bit dopey, he seems to have a bit of affection, can’t let go of it."
Gu Qingyi rolled her eyes: "Hah, men!"
"Hey? What does that mean?"
"Is that affection? I think it’s lust!"
Chen Yan waved his hand: "What age is it, if both are willing, not breaking the law or morality, then it’s fine. Besides, they’re demonesses, demons! You gonna talk human ethics with demons?"
Gu Qingyi’s eyes rolled, whispered: "Three days later, let’s go peep at the back door of the temple, see if Wang Chuyi posts the New Year painting?"
Chen Yan glanced at this Celestial Human Realm Consort Mother.
Do you still remember your character settings?!