Chapter 33 – A 3D Printer.

Lang Jing Feng looked in the direction of Bai Ruan, his head tilting, and he asked blankly, “Where?”

“The black smoke over there,” Bai Ruan gesticulated and suddenly reacted, his movements stagnated, “You can’t see it?”

Lang Jing Feng squinted his eyes slightly. “I can’t see. Where is the smoke?”

“…It might need a celestial eye to observe it.” Bai Ruan looked around and found that indeed no one among the crowd had noticed the smoke in the north.

“What kind of smoke?” Lang Jing Feng was curious.

Bai Ruan thought for a moment and shook his head. “I don’t know, I have never seen anything like that before.”

The Luoxia Temple where he practiced and lived in his childhood was on the Bai Yun Mountain in the north. In that direction…He didn’t know if something had happened at the Temple.

The owner of Luo Xia Temple was Yun Qing and Yun Zhen’s Master, who was now more than a hundred years old. The Dragon God sees the head but not the tail.1 Ever since he could remember, Bai Ruan had only seen him a few times. There were seven disciples under him, each with their own strengths. However, in recent years, only two disciples2 of the Yun generation stayed in the Temple and practiced. The other five would only occasionally come over and take a look.

Bai Ruan had never seen black smoke like this. In addition, the earthquake was so strange that he felt a little nervous, so he took a few steps back and sat down by the flowerbed, wanting to report the situation to Yun Qing on WeChat.

In order to let Yun Qing have a more intuitive understanding, Bai Ruan subconsciously took a picture and sent it to him. After pressing the send button, he realised that his brain was muddled. Electronic equipment could only capture what was visible to the naked eye, and the black smoke that could only be seen with the celestial eye, his regular phone couldn’t take—but Lang Jing Feng happened to turn his face to look at the camera. His nose was high and straight, his jawline was clear and sharp. His eyelashes were long, and the black earrings were slightly shiny, showing the handsomeness of his side face that was not inferior to that of the front.

Bai Ruan’s heart trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help but suspect that he might be neither gay nor heterosexual, but a lover of attractive faces.3

“You can openly take a picture,” Lang Jing Feng turned around, facing Bai Ruan, jokingly, “How about I pose for you?”

“I’m not. I didn’t take one of you,” Bai Ruan hurriedly withdrew the message, “I want to take a picture of that smoke…”

As soon as he withdrew the message, Yun Qing sent three words: “Showing your affection?”

“No! I’ve taken it wrongly!” Bai Ruan was so embarrassed that he couldn’t help but want to fly to Venice to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!4

After being fierce towards Yun Qing, Bai Ruan clicked to open the photo album and confirmed that the withdrawn profile photo of Lang Jing Feng had stayed in the phone photo album. Then he switched back to WeChat and secretly squeezed out his moral integrity to his teacher Yun Qing and typed: “My brain short-circuited just now. I want to take a picture of the black smoke in the sky next to him, but I forgot that phones cannot take pictures of it…”

Bai Ruan briefly explained to Yun Qing about the unexpected earthquake and the black smoke in the direction of Luo Xia Temple after it. Finally, he did not forget to complain: “Master forgot that today is my birthday, right?”

As he said, Bai Ruan sent the photo of the vegetable cake and the dandelion candle, and then sent the contrast photo of the Chinese cabbage with three candles in it, and quietly said: “Master, look at the birthday cake that someone gave me.”

Yun Qing: “You still don’t understand? It’s because they want to woo you. In the past, your uncle made me a compass and was obedient to me. Now? I have to report to him whenever I get out of bed or go to the toilet. Excluding me, men aren’t good things.”

Bai Ruan didn’t dare to continue this hugely informative topic: “…what is going on with that black smoke?”

After reading the description of the black smoke Bai Ruan sent, Yun Qing replied: “Ninety percent of the town’s magic tower is down. Wait for me, I’ll cast a divination.”

Bai Ruan was uneasy: “Then what should I do? Should I go back and take a look?”

Yun Qing didn’t reply, as if he were doing a divination. Bai Ruan couldn’t do anything. Looking at the black smoke in the north, the bunnies gathered closely at Bai Ruan’s feet, like a large and thick, soft white blanket. The bunnies with spiritual consciousness would automatically stay in the outer circle to form a rabbit wall, and the children who had not developed their spiritual consciousness were enclosed inside to prevent them from running around.

Lang Jing Feng also squatted by Bai Ruan’s feet with the baby rabbits. He stretched out his hand to touch from the left to the right of the bunny square, and then back from the right to the left. He looked like an emperor with three thousand beauties!

“This feels very soft.” Lang Jing Feng exclaimed, picked up a small white rabbit in his palm, looked at it for a moment, and said, “Teacher Bai, do you think this one looks like your original form?”

Bai Ruan cast a glance and said with a laugh, “Our facial features are not alike at all. Plus, Dou Dou is a little girl.”

Lang Jing Feng, who couldn’t tell the difference from the facial features of a rabbit, said, “…Which one of them looks like you the most?”

Bai Ruan bent over, stretched out his hand to pull the bunny babies on the ground, pointed to one of them and said, “Ming Ming is the most similar and he is a little boy.”

“You have named them all,” Lang Jing Feng looked at Dou Dou, and then it was clear that despite his sharp eyes almost piercing the two bunnies, he couldn’t tell the difference in appearance between the two rabbits. “You can tell who is who?”

“There are more than fifty students in the class, aren’t I also able to distinguish them?” Bai Ruan stated the obvious, “Ming Ming’s mouth and eyes are like mine. His nose is also a bit similar but his face and ears are not.”

Lang Jing Feng picked up Ming Ming, poked his three-part mouth with his finger, and said, “Then I will treat him as you.”

At this time, Ming Ming, who had already opened up his spiritual consciousness, stretched out his pink little tongue and licked Lang Jing Feng’s fingertips.

Bai Ruan was embarrassed for a while, and hurriedly changed his words. “…In fact, we are not that similar. What are you intending to do?”

“Just now when you changed to your original form, I wanted to do this …” Lang Jing Feng said, holding Ming Ming with one hand, and stroking the soft Ming Ming from his head to the base of his tail with the other. The baby bunny hummed softly, feeling comfortable in Lang Jing Feng’s palm and laid down into a thin piece of biscuit. “I guess you won’t allow me to do this. So, I’ll just find a substitute.”

It was simply 《The white rabbit acting as a substitute for the overbearing school grass》.

Bai Ruan was surrounded by Lang Jing Feng’s words. In an instant he had the illusion that the little white rabbit lying on the palm of Lang Jing Feng’s palm was him, causing a faint tingling itch in his body.

Bai Ruan knew how comfortable it was to be carefully caged in the palm of his hand, and be gently caressed from head to toe by a big warm hand. When he was a child, Yun Qing would often touch his original shape like this. But when he grew up, he hadn’t been able to enjoy this treatment. After all, after entering puberty, stroking his back became an erotic act for Bai Ruan, and he couldn’t allow others to easily do that to him.

Bai Ruan looked at the baby bunny with envy in his eyes, thinking that it would be nice to be a child again and be stroked.

Lang Jing Feng stroked a few times, turned the limp bunny over, pressed his cheek against the bunny’s belly, and flicked the bunny’s small round tail with his fingertips.

“Ji!” Ming Ming’s tail twitched in horror. He got up and jumped into Bai Ruan’s arms as if he were fleeing for his life.

“The rabbit’s tail is the most sensitive part of him and cannot be touched.” Bai Ruan explained.

Because of this, the round tail was often the first to emerge when Bai Ruan’s demon energy was unstable.

Lang Jing Feng was too addicted to rabbits, felt refreshed, and asked with a smile, “I can’t touch your back nor your tail. Where else can I touch you?”

Bai Ruan was about to speak when his WeChat prompt sounded. Yun Qing replied briskly: “You don’t have to go to the Temple anymore, I’m done with the divination.”

Bai Ruan breathed a sigh of relief: “The Temple didn’t collapse?”

Yun Qing replied very calmly: “It was broken into pieces, so you don’t need to send people.”

Bai Ruan jumped up from the edge of the flower bed: “Then why are you still so calm!?”

Yun Qing was very Taoist: “What’s the use of being in a panic? I can’t even eat it as a meal.5 Besides, there is an 80% chance that your two other two senior uncles may have been beaten up. Even if this teacher wants to eagerly console them, they have no time to respond to me, correct?”

Bai Ruan choked: “…”

It made sense!

The Luo Xia Temple was on the northern peak of Bai Yun Mountain, and the Magic Tower was on the southern peak. Although it had been eroded and torn by wind and rain, it was never renovated on a large scale. Bai Ruan was taken twice by Yun Qing when he was a child. There was nothing in the tower, and all the wood had turned bad. According to Yun Qing, evil spirits were sealed in the underground palace under the Magic Tower. It had been done more than a hundred years ago and Luo Xia Temple on the North Peak was to continue to facilitate these Taoist priests to guard the tower in shifts.

At that time, Bai Ruan asked Yun Qing why they didn’t build a stronger tower as it was so important. Yun Qing explained that large-scale construction work would weaken the tower’s mana. The current tower had one nail and one beam, one beam and one column, all of which were built a hundred years ago. The tower builders calculated it based on the number of magical arts, carefully arranged and designed, and the renovation was bound to greatly disrupt the formation. The evil spirits would be able to easily find gaps and escape. In order to strengthen the tower, they had to wait thirty years to reinforce the tower.

This was because demons, monsters, and ghosts were three completely different things. Ghosts were the souls of the dead who had not entered the cycle of reincarnation, demons were the spiritual cultivation of all things, and monsters were the dirt that has not sunk into the earth since the beginning of Pangu’s creation6. Once a ghost entered the cycle of reincarnation, it was no longer a ghost. A demon was like a human being and couldn’t escape the cycle of being born, becoming old, getting sick and eventually, death. But monsters were different. From a scientific point of view, the monsters could also be regarded as a kind of energy like the sun, the moon and the stars that followed the movement of the heavens and circulated back and forth endlessly. Monsters couldn’t be killed, but at the same time, they couldn’t multiply.

Since the beginning of the world, there have been nearly a hundred monsters in the world. They each had their own characteristics, abilities and life cycles. The disciples of the Luo Xia observed and guarded the monsters’ three cycles of sixty years7. Within these three cycles, monsters would gradually grow up,mature and be reborn when the cycle ended. The year of the rebirth of the devil was the weakest year. If they wanted to do large-scale work to reinforce the tower, it was safest to start construction that year.

The power and temperament of monsters were always different, and those that could cause trouble in the world were basically suppressed and sealed by practitioners of various sects after the founding of the People’s Republic of China. This was also the main reason for the massive decrease in the number of strange powers and chaos in society.

Bai Ruan: “What should I do?”

Yun Qing: “Your uncle and I will head back, and will only reach the day after tomorrow. In these two days, be careful. This monster has been kept by our ancestors and masters under control for more than a hundred years. It is inevitable for him to have a little bit of resentment and might vent his anger on our disciples and grandchildren. “

Bai Ruan: “…”

Having been sealed for more than a hundred years, there would definitely not be only a little bit of anger!

Yun Qing: “Don’t worry too much. I have forgotten to inform you of the characteristics of this demon. He has a special ability. He is strong but weak at the same time”

Bai Ruan frowned: “You didn’t tell me about it, what ability?”

Yun Qing: “He is actually a 3D printer.”

The author has something to say: 　　

Lang Jing Crazy: Keep saying that you don’t want to take my pictures, and yet you’re still not willing to delete them 

The so-called “reporting even when going to the toilet” scene—

Yun Qing: Senior Brother…Stop for a moment…Um…

Yun Zhen: En?

Yun Qing: I want to pee.

Yun Zhen: Senior Brother will carry you there.

Yun Qing (in the toilet): Stop, can you stop? Stop it, ah no, stop! Can’t you let me go to the toilet in peace!?

When I talk about 3D printers, you must have guessed the power of this monster right away……[doge]

1

Originally talking about the charm of poetry, it was later used as a metaphor for the mysterious whereabouts of people, without revealing the truth, and also for the flickering of words, which makes people elusive.

2

Referring to Yun Qing and Yun Zhen.

3

(Actual words: 颜性恋) An internet buzzword. It is an online sexual orientation term created by Chinese netizens. It refers to a person who can develop a love relationship regardless of the other party’s gender, as long as the other party has a good appearance.

4

(Actual words:欺师灭祖) doing things that violate the rules and ancestral precepts of the master. Describe the abandonment of the original ancestor system

5

Meaning that it was of no practical value if he were to panic. (Chinese people attach great importance to eating, which is an extension of this.)

6

Pangu is the father of the world. There are two legends about him: One, the creation of Heaven and the Earth and the other, the origin of all creatures on the Earth from his death

7

(Actual word: 甲子 Jia Zi) In ancient times, the ten heavenly stems and the twelve earthly branches were matched in sequence (such as 甲子 Jia Zi, 乙丑 Yi Chou, 丙寅 Bing Yin…)to obtain a total of sixty groups, collectively called 甲子 Jia Zi, to record the day and the year.Sixty years in the chronology is a reincarnation, also called a Jiazi.