The temple, originally a boiling cauldron of voices, fell silent in an instant. A youth in a blue-green robe strode in with his head held high, carrying a bamboo pole with a white dress hanging from it.
"Who is this guy? How dare he speak so disrespectfully outside the White Lady Temple!"
"He looks pretty good. Why is he a pervert?"
"That white dress looks really lovely. I wonder where this young fellow bought it..."
"What's a grown man like you asking about buying dresses for?"
Carrying the bamboo pole, Ouyang seemed like the incarnation of a crusader against fraud, his sense of justice bursting at the seams. Facing that demoness Chang Xiaoyue, he might have had trouble holding his ground, but facing a clay statue, he naturally had nothing to fear.
He walked straight into the temple's main hall. Looking at the statue before him, Ouyang almost laughed aloud. What poor fool had carved this statue?
The eyes didn't look like eyes, and the nose didn't look like a nose!
Under the gazes of the worshippers around him, Ouyang leaped onto the offering table with the bamboo pole on his shoulder.
This immediately drew furious curses from the devout believers, who all denounced the bastard before them for his utter disrespect toward the White Lady!
From their words, Ouyang seemed to make out what Chang Xiaoyue had been doing here all these years.
The favorable winds and timely rains, and the peace of this region over these years, were all intimately connected to Chang Xiaoyue.
He glanced at the offering table. There was only some fruit. Never mind pigs' heads or ox heads-there wasn't even a decent plate of meat.
Had this girl been living so miserably since his Master's Wife put out a warrant for her?
Ouyang