"What?" Daoist Master Xiao was utterly dumbfounded. Looking at Yuan Ya, who had already half-stepped off the mountain path and now stood frozen like a clay statue, he truly could not understand what Mu Chuan meant. Yet although he did not know the whole story, he was certain of one thing: these villagers had not come to bring him bad luck! On the contrary, they had come to thank him.
When the still somewhat weak-looking woman brought her two children and once again knelt before him, Daoist Master Xiao finally made up his mind. He stepped forward openly, helped the woman up, and said with a smile, "Since you have recovered, there is no need to rush to Jiangchao Temple. Come again after your vital energy and blood have fully recovered! Besides, it is already late today. Jiangchao Mountain is bitterly cold, and the peaks are vast. Young lady, you should hurry home! Otherwise, would those immortal pills not have been eaten for nothing?"
"Yes, yes, this humble woman understands!" the woman said tearfully. "How could this humble woman rest in peace without thanking True Person Xiao in person? Once this humble woman has bowed before True Person Xiao, this humble woman will return at once."
"Hehe, you have already paid your respects! Young lady, hurry home," Daoist Master Xiao said with a beaming smile.
Who would have thought that Mu Chuan, standing beside them, would again raise his head to look at Jiangchao Temple in the night and quietly say to his wife, "Wife, True Person Xiao's statue is still far from here! How about your husband carries you up?"
"Ah?" Hearing this, Daoist Master Xiao was bewildered again, while his face burned slightly. He had thought the True Person Xiao that Mu Chuan and his wife spoke of