Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

Chong Hongzi's beard blew up and he shouted, "What do you want to do, ancestor!"

In the dark Xuanshen Temple stood a row of tall white stone pillars, and under a lush bronze tree stood a nine-story altar covered with talismans.

It is taboo to interrupt the ceremony after it has begun, so there is a solid bronze fence surrounding the altar.

At present, a string of tight chains is hung on this layer of fence.

The narrow window let in sunlight, making Rong Yan's shadow narrow and long. He held a short dagger in his hand, cut a knife on his palm, and grasped it on a bronze handle engraved with runes.

The blood flowed slowly along the intricate patterns toward the bronze plate with a nine-headed candle dragon carved in the center.

"Good boy, please don't move around. The things here can't be played with." Chong Hongzi was blocked outside by the fence and raised his hands to negotiate.

"You want to test your marriage, let's go to another place..."

Rong Yan did not respond. Drops of blood fell on the edge of the altar, making a dripping sound.

"Cheng Yi." Chong Hongzi's voice deepened, "Speak! What do you want to do?"

Rong Yan's eyelashes moved, but he did not move his eyes away from the altar, and finally spoke.

"Test her fate to see if there will be any disasters."

His voice was soft, but the Xuanshen Temple was so empty that one could almost hear a faint echo.

"Nonsense!" Chong Hongzi raised his voice, "The secrets of heaven cannot be peeped into. Where are your hearts of respect, purity, fear, and caution?!"

Rong Yan watched the bright red blood slowly flow toward the depths of the altar, his lips slightly paused.

"I just want some peace of mind."

"Seeking peace of mind? Why do you have to test her fate?" Chong Hongzi pulled the chain across the fence, making a rustling sound. "...What if it is true? What if she is destined to have a disaster? How can you feel at ease?"

The voice, so loud that it was almost hoarse, echoed in the air, sounding somewhat aggressive.

Rong Yan's other hand was hanging down, and in his palm he held a half piece of red silk tied with a red string, as if he had already arranged everything.

"Then I will exchange my life span and change my fate."

His tone was nonchalant and he spoke as if it was a matter of course.

"No!" Chong Hongzi's face turned pale and he said firmly, "This is a forbidden technique! Where did you learn it from?"

Thinking of what he watched and learned, it was obviously not the most important thing to ask him at the moment. Chong Hongzi seemed to remember something and suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the east.

"If you want to change your life span, why not just exchange my life span? Anyway, I don't think you want me to survive tonight. If I let you open the altar today, your master will climb out of the underworld to take me down, and he won't wait even a day longer!"

"Uncle Master." Rong Yan frowned slightly, "This is my decision. You don't have to use Master to pressure me."

The blue flame of the altar burned more and more vigorously, and scattered sparks burst out of the furnace, slowly covering the Nine Dragon Plate, and the mechanism in the center was about to be opened.

Chong Hongzi panted, thought for a moment and changed his strategy.

"Xiao Zheng'er has a good and self-reflective character, and she knows how to distinguish between gratitude and resentment. Do you want to sign this agreement so that she will know how to deal with herself in the future?"

Rong Yan gently stroked the red silk in his hand twice, his expression as calm as still water.

"She won't know."

This trick doesn't work? Impossible.

It was not the first day that Chong Hongzi had dealt with his good nephew, so he naturally knew that he was the most stubborn and would do whatever he decided to do, leaving no room for maneuver.

But today is different from the past. He has already brought his "Yu Yi" back to the Taoist temple, so naturally he still has ways to persuade him.

"Chengyi, Chengyi, listen to me..." Chong Hongzi grabbed the lock with both hands, "She won't know, but have you ever thought about Xiao Zheng'er? She is weak and her blood and qi have just been severely damaged. She can't stand too much twists and turns."

After a pause, he added, "Why not... why not wait until you two get married, and then use the marriage palace to receive this great contract, so that she can avoid the pain of backlash..."

The knuckles that were gripping the bronze handle loosened slightly, Rong Yan moved, and turned half of his eyes away.

"It's not easy for the two of you to be together. Today, your uncle went to help you find out." Chong Hongzi saw that he was wavering and persuaded him, "Don't go astray and waste the good fortune you have worked so hard to get."

Rong Yan stood quietly.

"What did she say?" he asked suddenly.

It took Chong Hongzi a long time to realize that this was a question to test his opinion.

Seeing that things were turning around, he quickly added fuel to the fire, "Of course I'm saying you're great. Everything about you is great. There's nothing wrong with you. Everything about you is great from the inside out."

The firelight reflected on Rong Yan. He kept his brows down and did not move. He seemed to be distracted, but also seemed to have listened to a few words.

While he was stunned, Chong Hongzi finally pried open the lock, swung his whisk over, and broke the Nine Dragon Plate on the altar that was bleeding.

He then snatched the piece of red silk from his hand, and performed the whole process smoothly, fearing that his good nephew, who "would be a surprise if he did", would be able to react.

Chong Hongzi held the piece of red silk with two strands of hair tied on it, which were tightly braided together with a red rope.

It’s easy to guess whose hair it is.

"Where did you get it?" Chong Hongzi frowned.

Rong Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "I took it from the comb."

"You you..." Chong Hongzi kept saying "you" for a long time, his old face flushed red, and he could only say one sentence, "Before getting married, you should start with love and end with courtesy. Have you forgotten all the rules taught in the temple?"

"I haven't forgotten." Rong Yan said.

He stared at the altar plate that was closing again, his brows furrowed, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Although he was much taller than Chong Hongzi, he frowned and showed a rare bit of confusion, as if he had become the little boy standing in the bamboo forest, confused and asking questions all night long.

Chong Hongzi wanted to touch his head, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that it was far from enough.

So he lowered his hands again, and said in a gentle voice, "The only thing Senior Brother told you before he left was not to teach you to repeat his mistakes. Cheng Yi promised you personally, do you remember?"

There was a dull pain in the bleeding palm of his hand. Rong Yan clenched it for a long time and then responded.

"remember."

*

Outside the golden-roofed hall, there was a circle of Bi'an beasts, and outside the half-open bronze door, there were a crowd of people in three layers inside and outside.

Zhu Zheng came to join in the fun with Little Snow Swan in her arms, standing on tiptoe and stretching her neck to look inside.

There was nothing to see except the huge crowds of people.

"What happened?" Zhu Zheng grabbed the person next to him and asked.

As luck would have it, the person arrested was Li Shu, who had a bad relationship with her.

"It's none of your business." He said with a wooden face.

Zhu Zheng curled her lips, "It's none of your business, you didn't even squeeze in."

Standing out here, you can't see anything but rows of backs of heads.

"How come it's none of my business!" Li Shu was indeed provoked. "Big Brother broke into the forbidden palace and opened the altar which hadn't been opened for ten years. This is a major event that concerns everyone in Yutian Temple."

"Altar?" Zhu Zheng was puzzled. "What is the altar for?"

Unexpectedly, Li Shu regained his senses so quickly that when Zhu Zheng asked him questions, he frowned slightly and then widened his eyes, "How did you get out?"

Zhu Zheng thought it was funny, "I wasn't tied up."

"Go back immediately." Li Shu's face was dark, and he was about to come and send her away, "Otherwise, Senior Brother will ask again."

"I won't reply!" Zhu Zheng made a face, turned her wrist, and raised the snow swan in her hand to scare him, "Do you believe that I will let Xiaoxiao bite you?"

The snow swan seemed to understand what Zhu Zheng said. It suddenly flapped its big wings and flew towards Li Shu. While he was startled, Zhu Zheng turned around and ran away.

I hadn't run two steps when I suddenly ran into an embrace filled with a cold fragrance, and someone hugged my waist.

She looked up and saw the face of the handsome man she had been looking for for a long time.

Rong Yan helped her stand, "Why are you here?"