This is a small town with an ancient long street paved with bluestone slabs. On both sides of the street are scattered typical water town buildings with flying eaves and brackets. The walls are mostly white and uneven, as if they have experienced decades of baptism, simple and solemn.
The market was very lively, with peddlers walking the streets and the noise was deafening.
Suddenly, hundreds of people appeared out of nowhere on the road, scaring the passers-by.
"Oh my god! A magical transformation!"
"Are these not the gods from heaven?"
"What immortal? I think he is even more handsome than an immortal!"
The women were stunned, as if it was the first time they saw so many handsome men, all of them had extraordinary bearing, sage-like demeanor, and were very attractive. Even many men came to join in the fun.
A few still had some rationality and just stopped to watch from afar with amazement in their eyes, but most of them took out their purses and kept throwing them at the monks.
This is the custom here. When a woman meets a man she likes, she will throw away the purse she embroidered herself to express her love.
The women threw the men and smiled shyly, trying hard to suppress the urge to carry them home on the street.
"Look at that one, I've never seen anyone with red eyes like that, he's really handsome!"
"I've never seen a man like him before. Just one look at him makes me feel weak in the knees."
"I got ten purses today, I'll throw them all to him! My love, take it!"
Yin Buqi was wearing a black robe, had a slender figure, and his black hair was tied back with a golden hairpin. He stood there with his eyelashes drooping. His somewhat pale face revealed a sense of sickness, but was particularly stunning.
He said nothing, frowning.
I just feel that so many people are noisy and chattering, which makes me feel annoyed.
Jiang Niannian picked up a purse from his feet and took a look at it: "This purse is embroidered with amazing craftsmanship and the material is also good. It's a pity to leave it on the street like this."
Yin Buqi's long black eyelashes trembled for a moment, and his tone was a little low: "Nian Nian... don't you mind?"
"Mind what?"
"The woman next to me threw a purse at me."
"What's the big deal? They admire you." Jiang Niannian smiled gently.
Yin Buqi didn't say anything else. He pursed his thin lips and looked at his bony hands. A gloomy aura rose faintly from his bones. He felt that the obedient skin on his body could not hold on any longer.
He leaned his head on her shoulder, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and said, "But none of them were embroidered by Nian Nian."
Jiang Niannian rubbed the coal in her arms, and noticed that his expression was a little strange, so she asked tentatively: "How about... I embroider one for you another day?"
"Then thank you for your hard work." He answered straightforwardly.
Jiang Niannian: “…” This awkward child, if she wants to say something, she should just say it directly, instead of beating around the bush to get her to say it.
"Hey? Looking at the way you are dressed, are you cultivators?" An old man walked over tremblingly, leaning on a cane.
"That's right." Several people in the crowd answered.
“Did all the immortals come here specially to exorcise the demons for our Qinghe Town?” The old man was very excited. He grabbed one of the men’s hands, his eyes filled with tears and anticipation. “Our Qinghe Town is really too remote. It has been harassed by the demons for decades and no one cared. A few years ago, the town raised money to invite a few Taoists, but they died at the hands of the demons. Later, no one was willing to come... I didn’t expect so many immortals to come today!”