Those white bones, after the big fish flew away, turned into scattered sand, all dissipated, and Wu Ya Zen also landed on the ground.
He picked up a withered sycamore branch from the ground, brushed it over himself a few times, and all the decay on his body disappeared.
"Congratulations, great sir, for welcoming the Twin Fish. Judging by your appearance, it seems you have found a way to save Wood Flower.
"Indeed."
"That's good, that's good. This little monk can sleep peacefully again, entering the dream to understand the Dream of the Celestial Venerable on your Daoist robe."
Once Wu Ya Zen decided to leave, after bowing his head, the Zen Master's persona vanished, and the real Ya Zi awoke.
Zhao Wuya rubbed his dazed head, looking around: "Where did you bring me, brother?"
"Fool, this is Yellow Field Prefecture."
Yun Ziliang stepped up and gave Zhao Wuya a flick on the head.
The flick was neither loud nor heavy, just right,
