No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Statue Shattered!

After inspecting the shrine, Cen Yue led the two back to the living room. The helper brewed tea nearby; the steam curled upwards, filling the room with a lush aroma.

“Master Li, what do you think?”

Li Qingquan lifted his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, “If it’s urgent, this Sunday is a good day to begin. Work can start then, but the timing must be precise. 9:00 AM is the auspicious hour; you must not be late.”

Cen Yue nodded. “I’ve noted it. I’ll have to trouble Master Li to make a trip here that day.”

“That is only natural.”

The two exchanged pleasantries. As they prepared to leave, Wuyi hesitated, but since he still couldn’t contact Qing Zhu, he had no choice but to follow.

Once outside, Li Qingquan let out a long breath of relief. “That scared me to death. Luckily, there’s nothing too weird about that house.”

Wuyi was curious. “What exactly was inside that shrine?”

Li Qingquan shook his head, looking equally puzzled. “I don’t know. I was too far away to see clearly. Rich people these days like to keep gods or Buddhas at home; it’s normal. They’re all a bit superstitious and usually willing to spend a fortune on it.”

“Usually, isn’t it a Bodhisattva or Lord Guan?” Wuyi didn’t quite understand. “But the thing I saw didn’t look like a normal divine statue.”

Li Qingquan also found it strange. “True. We’ll see on the day of the renovation. This family seems very particular about their taboos; they probably believe in it deeply. We shouldn’t say certain things in front of them.”

“I understand.”

Wuyi was full of doubts, but before he could say more, a car swept past them. The driver’s window was halfway down, and as his gaze swept over it, he saw Fu Liuye in the backseat.

His steps faltered, and he instinctively looked back.

Perhaps because the power Qing Zhu had injected into his body hadn’t dissipated, the moment the car passed, his heart raced, and his chest filled with unease.

What’s going on? Hasn’t the crisis that Fu Liuye exhausted all his mental energy to fight already been resolved?

“…”

…

In the time that followed, Wuyi witnessed just how thick-skinned Li Qingquan could be.

Under the guise of “thanking” Wuyi for his help that day, Li Qingquan nagged and begged to see Wuyi’s home. Thinking that this man was now technically an ally, Wuyi finally relented and brought him back.

Not long after entering, Li Qingquan started chattering incessantly.

“So all these dolls were bought beforehand… the evil energy on them is truly heavy…” Li Qingquan looked at the piles of cute dolls on the sofa and in the guest room, feeling his years of cultivation knowledge crumbling.

It was truly bizarre. Cultivators usually worshipped pure, flawless divine power and avoided evil energy like the plague. But could someone tell him why these dolls, brimming with evil energy, brought good luck when sent to others?

Shouldn’t they bring more misfortune the more “evil” they were?

Wuyi didn’t know what the man was thinking as he stood there frozen. He went about his business, taking off his bracelet and placing it on the pile of dolls on the sofa.

Li Qingquan walked around the room, finally fixing his gaze on that wisp of swirling black mist. His expression grew solemn. He looked up at Wuyi, who had emerged from the bedroom in a milky-white sweater, and couldn’t help but feel worried.

“What is your relationship with him?”

Wuyi blinked, not answering directly. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I just think your way of interacting is quite… harmonious.” Li Qingquan cracked an awkward smile. “Does he ever lose control? I wanted to talk to him, but it seems he hasn’t woken up.”

Although Qing Zhu had acknowledged this man wasn’t a villain, Wuyi maintained a healthy level of caution and didn’t go into detail. “No. He just likes to sleep when there’s nothing to do. You don’t need to worry about him.”

“I see.” Li Qingquan hesitated. “When I saw those trending posts, I thought you were someone with the power of gods or Buddhas—someone who received such abilities because of their kindness.”

No matter how naive Wuyi was, he caught the hint. He bit his lip and said seriously, “An evil god is still a god. At least he truly does good deeds.”

Li Qingquan: “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just think… you should be careful.”

“But I know him better than you do.”

Wuyi’s energy was limited. He was usually lively, but when he was exhausted from running around like today, he became quite mild-mannered. His voice didn’t fluctuate much as he spoke.

Realizing his mistake, Li Qingquan immediately backtracked. “No, no, that’s not what I meant!” He scratched his head. “I’m sorry, I was just curious.”

Wuyi stopped talking and went to the freezer to find dumplings.

“You’re just eating this? Don’t we have meat and veggies? Let’s make hotpot!” Li Qingquan got excited again.

Wuyi answered honestly, “I don’t like eating food I cook. It tastes bad.”

Li Qingquan looked at the boy’s porcelain-white face and became serious for once. “Is your cooking really that bad?”

“How is that possible?” Wuyi’s eyes widened. Everyone knew he had a talent for baking and was a great cook. But in front of a new friend, he stayed “humble.” “I’m actually quite good at cooking, but I don’t like eating my own food. It feels weird… I lose my appetite.”

Ah, so it’s “dark cuisine”—looks bad and tastes bad, so one look makes him lose his appetite. Li Qingquan nodded, thinking he understood. “I’m the same way.” His master always said his food was inedible.

In the end, the two boiled a pot of dumplings and made do with Wuyi’s secret sauce.

…

After dinner, Wuyi prepared to watch his weekly food variety show, but having a guest sitting right next to him made him uncomfortable.

“Um… shouldn’t you go back and rest early?” he asked euphemistically.

Li Qingquan: “I’ve got nothing to do. This show is actually pretty good.”

Wuyi: “…”

He puffed out his cheeks and decided to be direct. “I’m going to sleep. Would you like to head back to your hotel?”

Li Qingquan looked embarrassed. After a long staring contest with Wuyi, he finally sighed and told the truth. “Actually, I only booked the hotel for three days. I was supposed to leave today, but then the renovation of the shrine messed up my plans. It’s peak season in Yunjing, and there are so many tourists.”

Wuyi blinked. “So?”

“So… I actually have nowhere to go.” Li Qingquan looked at him pleadingly. “Can I stay here for two days? I swear I’ll leave as soon as the shrine is finished!”

Wuyi hadn’t expected this. He reminded him, “I only have one bedroom.”

Qing Zhu usually either coiled around him or slept on the dolls; he didn’t need his own room, so the guest room didn’t even have a bed.

“It’s fine! This sofa is huge, I can sleep here. And I’m very quiet, I won’t disturb you.” Li Qingquan grinned, seemingly having prepared this excuse. “Come on, we’re friends, you don’t mind, right?”

Wuyi didn’t really mind. He wasn’t a very assertive person. Besides, Qing Zhu had seen Li Qingquan while awake; if something was wrong, Qing Zhu would have told him to stay away. Since Qing Zhu said nothing, it was a silent permission to associate with this man.

Regardless, Li Qingquan had helped him get into the Fu residence, and… Wuyi always trusted Qing Zhu’s judgment.

“Fine, you sleep here. I’m going to my room.”

“You got it!” Li Qingquan made himself at home on the sofa.

“…”

…

On Sunday, Li Qingquan brought Wuyi back to the Fu residence. Upon entering, they found that not only was Cen Yue there, but Fu Liuye was also home.

At the auspicious hour, the workers carefully began the renovation. Li Qingquan changed into his robes and lit some props to set the atmosphere, chanting rhythmically with his eyes closed—he looked exactly like a charlatan.

Wuyi, having nothing to do, stared intently at the shrine nearby. Something was placed inside, but he couldn’t see it clearly. It had been like this the other day, and even now, with the sun shining brightly, it looked pitch black. Could it be…

A thought made his heart skip a beat.

As the statue was moved down, a breeze lifted a corner of the covering cloth. Wuyi’s eyes widened in utter shock.

The renovation noise was quite loud, but Fu Liuye and Cen Yue stood nearby with deep respect, never leaving for a moment.

Watching the new shrine being placed, Wuyi hesitated, then turned to use the bathroom as an excuse. The helper led him to the washroom, and once inside, he locked the door behind him.

He took off his mask. His cheeks were slightly flushed from being covered. The mirror reflected the paleness and unease in his eyes. He paused, rolled up his sleeve, and looked seriously at the black jade bracelet.

“Qing Zhu?” His voice was tiny, laced with belated hesitation.

No reply.

“Qingqing, don’t you think that statue looks familiar? It looks exactly like…”

The object on his wrist remained still. Wuyi hesitated, then turned on the faucet to wash his hands. He had known Qing Zhu for nearly ten years, but he didn’t actually know what kind of creature he was. He only knew Qing Zhu could do things humans couldn’t and often needed to absorb human mental energy. He used to think Qing Zhu was just an insignificant little god, but if he wasn’t mistaken, the thing the Fu family was worshipping was…

“What is it?”

A calm voice sounded by his ear—deep and clear.

Wuyi snapped back to reality and looked at the black mist on his wrist. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to ask… do you have any siblings or anything?”

Qing Zhu seemed to find the question odd. “No.”

“Then… is there anything that looks just like you?”

Qing Zhu asked directly, “What did you see?”

Wuyi struggled with his words for a long time before whispering, “A statue. Pure black. There’s nothing on it.”

Statues that are worshipped are usually carefully maintained and brightly colored. This was the first time he had seen a household worship a pure black statue, and the shape was strange—it reminded him of Qing Zhu. Just like him, it was a gathering of black mist with no clear features.

“Go out and see.”

Wuyi nodded obediently. He opened the door and almost jumped when he saw the helper still waiting at the corner.

“I’ll lead you out, in case you lose your way.”

The helper smiled kindly and led the way through the long corridor. The path wasn’t hard to find; Wuyi guessed Fu Liuye had instructed her not to let the workers wander around.

By the time they returned, the area around the shrine was set up. Li Qingquan had packed his things and was talking to Cen Yue. Wuyi overheard keywords like “consecration.”

“No need for consecration,” Cen Yue smiled. “The god is resting; we don’t want to disturb him.”

This explanation was clearly too bizarre for Li Qingquan. His smile became awkward, though he maintained his composure. “Alright, then let’s just place the statue back. We’ll offer some incense, and it will be complete.”

Cen Yue nodded, and both she and Fu Liuye washed their hands meticulously.

Finally, it was over. Wuyi stood in the corner and let out a sigh of relief, but his mood didn’t improve. He still hadn’t found the “wrong” thing. At first, he thought it was the statue, but it didn’t seem particularly strange. Could it be inside the shrine? No… the shrine was just replaced. Maybe it was buried in the ground beneath it?

What could it be?

Before he could figure it out, a shadow flickered in his peripheral vision. The coldness on his wrist vanished. Suddenly, a cry of alarm erupted from a distance.

A crisp crashing sound—the sound of something shattering.

Li Qingquan was still in the motion of holding something, staring blankly at the fragments of the statue scattered on the ground. Opposite him, the smile on Cen Yue’s face had turned into a mask of pure disbelief.

Wuyi’s eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat at the accident.

The statue was shattered!

Panic surged through him. Looking at the courtyard full of stunned people, he suddenly felt a gaze land on him.

It was Fu Liuye.