Chapter 309: If the emperor does this, there must be...
While everyone was feasting, a dark green light suddenly flashed on the observation deck on the top floor of Wangshu Inn.
A young man wearing white close-fitting shorts, with fluttering half-sleeves on his left arm, and a gray magic pestle hanging on his chest, appeared under the Fulong tree.
The crimson streamers on the back of the young man's neck are flying in the wind, and the thin armor cloud patterns on his wrists add a bit of ancient charm to him. The incense burner on his waist is wrapped with wisps of black energy, as if he has gone through a difficult battle.
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It is the protector Yaksha and Mandrill who returned after clearing away the remnants of the devil at midnight.
At this moment, Zhu Shangxian was shielded by the branches of the Fulong ancient tree on the top of the inn, and his molten golden eyes were fixed on Famas who was appraising the drinks on the dining table.
Unlike Zhongli's calmness and tolerance, and Wendy's friendliness and gentleness, Mandrill has been very indifferent since they first met, rejecting others thousands of miles away.
This is not because he hates anyone, but because he himself is trapped by the karma of eliminating demons. If the person close to him is not strong enough, he will not be able to suppress him, and will not be able to protect him when he loses his mind, and then innocent people will be affected. Fortunately, he met Famas, and the thousand-year karma that even the emperor was helpless to deal with was cleared away. Although he had accumulated a lot in these days, Mandrill thought he could still cope with it.
I wanted to inform the emperor of this happy event, but I never thought that the rock god who signed the contract with me had passed away.
Mandrill silently raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The mist was rising from the steaming stream of Dihuazhou. The cool moonlight through the leaves turned into bright white clouds, making it feel like a fairyland.
After the emperor leaves, I am afraid that only Mondstadt's Fengshen and the young man under the inn can suppress the karma in his body.
Mandrill took off the brown medicine bag hanging from his waist, took out a squarely folded paper bag, spread it out, dipped some powder in his finger and put it in his mouth.
This is the Lianli Zhenxin Powder that the emperor prepared for him a few years ago to suppress the power of karma in the body and relieve pain at the same time.
It should be decoctioned in water and swallowed with honey, but I still think it is more convenient to eat it directly.
At that time, Huai'an, the innkeeper, sent a big bag of medicinal powder, which he said was the emperor's oracle. It seems that at that time, the emperor had anticipated his departure and had prepared medicine for him several years in advance.
When the traveler came with the unforgettable treasure, Mandrill always felt that the emperor passed away suddenly. Later, when the immortals invited him together, he even felt that there might be a hidden meaning in this matter.
The emperor must have a deep meaning in doing this, right?
At a time when the ceremony of sending immortals is in full swing and the conflicts between the Seven Stars of Liyue and the immortals are intensifying, Mandrill is the only one who firmly believes that the rock god who has guarded Liyue for thousands of years has not left yet... Even if he passes away, it will not be like this.
Abruptly leaving Liyue behind.
Therefore, Mandrill, who has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, found Phil Godette, the owner of Wangshu Inn, and repeatedly inquired about the current situation of Liyue Port and Qixing, hoping to understand the emperor's arrangements.
The result is naturally nothing.
"The Immortal lives far away in Dihuazhou, so why is he suddenly so concerned about matters in Hong Kong and China?"
Phil Godette asked the inarticulate young immortal in surprise.
Mandrill was habitual of looking at Boss Fei with a cold expression, which made the latter consciously make a mistake and entrusted the cook Yanxiao to make almond tofu to apologize.
Now seeing Famas and the active traveler in Liyue Port again, Mandrill began to hesitate again.
The girl once searched for him with a hundred-forbidden basket, and helped prepare the ceremony to send immortals. She might learn more secrets.
And Famas, who helped him for no reason when he lost control.
Anyone who has a close relationship with Mandrill knows that this cold-faced immortal actually values the kindness and help of others very seriously.
The two of them left in a hurry last time, and he fell into a coma due to physical reasons. Now that they are reunited, they should also thank each other.
Mandrill was standing by the railing, and the moonlight fell on his profile, making his shadow very long. His lonely back formed a huge contrast with the inn filled with red lanterns.
"Huh?"
Famas, who was sitting at the bottom of the inn, seemed to be aware of Mandrill's gaze. After drinking all the wine in his glass, he suddenly looked up at the Fulong tree on the top of the inn.
The trunk of the rocky Fulong ancient tree is so thick that only five or six people can hug it. The ground dozens of feet away from the trunk is covered with crisscrossing roots. The crown of the tree stretches out to all sides, and even the clear moonlight is completely blocked.
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Sensing that he had been discovered by the other party, Mandrill disappeared without expression, leaving behind a trace of ink-black aura.
"Famas, what are you looking at?"
Ying, who was holding the bowl and taking small bites of the custard, noticed the boy's movements, raised her head curiously, and looked in the direction where Famas was looking.
But all I saw were the tall branches of the dragon tree and the grand terrace where people meet.
Zhongli, who was half full after eating, also put down his bowl and chopsticks and raised his head. His sapphire-colored eyes passed through the obstruction of branches and leaves, glanced at the mandrill on the top of the inn, and looked away calmly, showing his dignity in his demeanor.
The young immortal who had just been watching the three people had changed his position and was sitting sideways on the huge branch of the ancient tree. He supported the weight of his body with his left hand and rested his elbow gracefully on his knees.
"It seemed like a green-haired young lady with flowery arms was peeping at us just now."
Seeing Zhongli's little move, Famas couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth upwards and answered casually.
The voice was not loud, but Mandrill, who was focused on a few people, heard it clearly.
When the handsome young immortal looked up at the moonlight and heard Famasi's words, the cold temperament in his golden eyes froze, and he almost lost his seat and fell directly from the tree.
In the hearts of the residents of Liyue Port, the three-eyed and five-appearing immortals who live among the clouds have a very high reputation.
On every festive and auspicious day, people will burn incense and pray, hoping for the blessings of immortals.
But people don’t pray to mandrills.
Because the mandrill is not a lucky star that can bring auspiciousness and wealth, but a yaksha that fights evil spirits to the death.
Behind the bright lights of thousands of households in Liyue Port, there are endless battles. These battles have no end and no winner. No one witnesses it, and no one is grateful.
Even if Mandrill doesn't care about people's offerings, no one dares to despise him.
But right now...
Ignorant mortals do not respect the immortal master!
"Hua Zhi, Mr. Shota..."
Ying recalled the characteristics mentioned by the boy, and then patted Paimon's butt.
The little mascot has cleared most of the dishes on the table, but it is still eyeing the fragrant and oily barbecue on the next table.
Feeling the slap on his butt, Paimon's attention was drawn back, and he rested his chin on top of Ying's head angrily: "Smelly guarantee... Ahem, Famas should be talking about Immortal Mandrill, right?"
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In hindsight, Ying looked at Zhongli and Famas, who were tall and slender, and nodded as if they suddenly understood.
The last time when Ying came to the inn to look for Mandrill with the 100% Unforbidden Treasure, she only remembered the ice-cold expression and sharp and dangerous eyes of the Demon-Conquering Great Sage, and subconsciously ignored the opponent's height.
Looking back now, Mandrill seems to be really... almost as tall as me.
Several people were discussing the height of the young immortal at the table, while the person at the top of Wangshu Inn was experiencing complex psychological changes.
From curiosity at the beginning, to disdain when criticized, and finally into silent silence.
Is it normal for a monster with karma like him to be criticized by ordinary people?
Mandrill sighed lightly.
I originally planned to show up to thank Famas and the travelers, but now I think there is no need.
The young man stood up, and the magic weapon decorations on his body collided with each other, making a crisp sound. The Nuo noodles hanging on his waist also flickered in the shadow of the leaves.
This is a gift from the emperor to Yaksha.
The main colors of the mask are black, green and gold, which are eye-catching but not frivolous, solemn and mysterious.
The eyes are like copper bells, the mouth shows fangs, and the head has horns, giving people a sense of ferocious fear. The eye in the middle of the forehead symbolizes the eye of wisdom, and the decoration of the dark eyebrow lines adds momentum and is intended to intimidate all parties.
Mandrill can't figure out the emperor's arrangement, so all he can do now is follow the contract and continue to clean up the devil's remnants in Dihua Continent.
However, when the young man was about to put on his Nuo noodles and go out to inspect the evil spirits, Zhongli's peaceful words rang out:
"Although this Immortal Mandrill looks like a young man, his real age is over two thousand years old."
"Wanwen Jishe has included a book called "The Record of the Yakshas of the Dharma Protector Immortals". If you want to know the stories of several Yakshas, you might as well go and borrow it."
Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Zhongli pondered for a moment and then raised his head slightly. His gaze passed through the viewing platform and the dense leaves, and collided with Mandrill's cold eyes.
"So familiar eyes...Emperor?"
Zhongli's silent eyes made Mandrill lose consciousness for a moment, but then he immediately returned to normal.
Elegant and courteous... this person is probably Zhongli, the guest at the Hall of Rebirth mentioned by Phil Godette.
But the inexplicable sense of familiarity made Mandrill even more confused. After a slight hesitation, he hung the Nuo noodles back on his waist.