Chapter Nine, No more raising, no more raising!

He crossed his arms and bent down, trembling with anger, completely devoid of any Taoist dignity: "Still dare to bite! You, you, you..."

Before she could finish her words, Rong Chenzi stood up and left. When a gentleman encounters a woman, reason cannot be clearly articulated. Confucius said that only women and petty people are difficult to deal with; this river clam embodies both traits completely

Rong Chenzi calmly cut his right arm, taking blood to smear it all over. Afterwards, he pretended to bandage his arm and waved his hand, saying: "Go ahead"

Rong Chenzi pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing the impulse to crush her underfoot. Initially intending to throw her back into the sea, he disregarded that thought and carelessly placed her down at the foot of Lingxia Mountain, turning to leave.

The louder she shouted, the more gritted his teeth, "I will give you a piece of meat tonight, now go back."

As the two approached, they could faintly hear the words of the river clam, catching phrases like "Fuya" and "male thieves and female prostitutes," which immediately carried a hint of suppressed laughter. The person in charge was no saint either; he promptly released the binding spell on the river clam, his expression benevolent as he said, "Amitabha, what is this all about?"

Returning to the observation, Xingzhi and Yuyang were to find Fuya. Yuyang Zhenren remained concerned about the Blood Eye Technique. Rong Chenzi, as the master, had no choice but to accompany them. His right arm was still in severe pain, and he could only endure it along the way, but secretly instructed Qingxuan to find a piece of beef.

He strung the clam from m.hetushu.com with a belt and stormed out in anger. It is unclear what kind of spell was cast, but the clam twisted and turned, unable to transform back into a human form. She was equally furious and had nothing good to say: "You stinky cow nose, let me go! You, who can't speak properly, what kind of knowledge and observation is that? Hmph, seeing that husband and wife makes you unable to move! I see you are full of righteousness and morality, yet harboring the heart of a thief and a prostitute!"

The Sea Emperor was suddenly filled with rage, and he shouted loudly: "You foul cow nose, I will curse you! How dare you harm my shell! Today, I shall unleash a massacre! First, I will kill myself, then I will kill you, and finally, I will wipe out all your disciples and descendants!"

Rong Chenzi turned her face away and did not respond. She smiled brightly and said, "Well then!"

The clam glared with its eyes: "Now you realize it looks bad? When you hit me, didn’t you think it was disgraceful for a man to hit a woman? Today, I..."

The clam's lower jaw was extremely heavy, as if it had bitten his right arm in two. Rong Chenzi finally made up his mind—this clam would no longer be raised, no longer be raised

The clam happily consumed the meat, yet she was quite skeptical. The divine meat did not taste as good as it smelled, and moreover, there was no noticeable change in her cultivation after eating it. For this reason, she sought out Rong Chenzi multiple times. Eventually, Rong Chenzi, annoyed by her persistence, finally analyzed with her: "Could it be a treatment of seven pieces?"

In the end, even the clam began to feel a bit worried: "Zhi Guan, you better not think of taking the easy way out by trying to poke my eyes out!"

Master Rong Chen sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, casually flipping through a copy of the "Huang Ting Neijing Jing": "One must first clarify the facts with a clear and pure mind, and only proceed with evidence in hand. If it is indeed confirmed that she is responsible, this humble Daoist will not let her off lightly."

Unexpectedly, they encountered the Daoist Zhenren Xingzhi and Daoist Yuyang from Jiuding Palace approaching them. Both were dressed in Daoist crowns and robes, intending to visit Fuya at Qingxu Temple. Upon seeing the furious expression on Rong Chenzi's face, they were greatly astonished—Daoism emphasizes dignity, and Rong Chenzi, being a high-ranking Daoist, usually concealed his emotions. To provoke him to such a state was indeed no easy feat.

Master Rong Chen coughed twice, feeling somewhat awkward, and casually tossed the white jade bottle to his eldest disciple. Qing Xuan had no choice but to take on this unfortunate task. The river clam rolled around on Master Rong Chen's grand bed, refusing to settle down: "Zhi Guan, when will you help me take revenge?"

Waiting to return to the room for a midday nap, the clam lay on his chest, its ten delicate fingers resembling green onions: "This piece of meat is fatty, this piece has a good chew, ah, the breast meat is also quite good..."

The river clam was furious: "If you don't hit me, will I pinch your arm? You filthy Taoist!" She pointed at Xingzhi and Yuyang behind her, who were stifling their laughter, "And you two, not a single good thing among you filthy Taoists! Hmph! One set on the bed and another set off the bed, it's all just deceitful nonsense!"

Although his voice was low, how could the hearing of both Xingzhi and Yuyang fail to catch it? The two exchanged glances, maintaining serious expressions while suppressing their laughter. The river clam had no intention of letting it go: "Damn it, are you planning to throw me away!"

The river clam was displeased: "Hmph! The matters you agreed to are no longer valid! Could it be that you are coveting the beauty of that woman..."

It seems that Rong Chenzi cannot find peace without meat; he hardly slept at night and truly could not endure such torment. He had no choice but to instruct her: "You go out first and call Qing Xuan in."

The two were caught in the flames of the city gate, touching their noses in silence. Rong Chenzi's face was flushed, filled with rage to the extreme, yet he calmed down instead. He took a deep breath and finally spoke softly, "Stop making a scene; it looks bad in front of others."

Before Rong Chenzi could speak, the river clam had already transformed into a human form. She was exasperated: "He spends every day with that Fuya, and only returns to the room at the third watch, and when he does, he even hits me!"

She no longer needed to urge him, skipping joyfully up the mountain. The Real Person Xingzhi and the Real Person Yuyang nearly laughed themselves breathless, while Master Rongchen let out a long sigh, sadly realizing that if he no longer practiced the Dao, he could still change his profession to selling meat

The clam immediately forgot about being angry and drooled over the picture book, saying: "Really?"

For the sake of the meat, the river clam was very obedient. Before long, Qing Xuan entered holding a silver tray. Seeing that the river clam had indeed left, he took out a piece of bloody beef from under the tray and handed it to Rong Chenzi

Rong Chenzi found a needle and thread, as well as some glue, and carefully laid the pages of the book flat under the lamp, meticulously gluing each page down. The clam remained silent, coldly watching from the edge of the couch: "You didn't take me out to play when I asked, you didn't seek revenge when you had the chance, and now you dare to hit my shell upon your return, hum!"

After spending several hours organizing the two scriptures, Rong Chenzi finally finished just as dawn was approaching. As he lay down and turned off the light, he began to feel somewhat drowsy when a clam quietly crept up beside him. It suddenly opened its two shells wide and snapped them shut forcefully against his right arm with a loud clap. Rong Chenzi was startled awake, and the pain in his right arm was excruciating, causing even his usually good temper to boil over with anger.

Rong Chenzi said with slight annoyance: "Isn't it because you are pinching my arm!"

At night, Master Rong Chen explained the "Yin Zhi Wen of Emperor Wenchang" to his disciples. The clam had soaked in the water tank of the dining hall for an entire afternoon. Finally, she returned to his room. The weather was too hot for her to sleep, so she lay on Master Rong Chen's bed, sipping his tea and flipping through his scriptures. In the end, out of a sense of inferiority, she tore out all the pages she could not understand. However, this fellow was utterly unlearned, so she could understand the books... This clam had soaked in the water tank of the dining hall for an entire afternoon. Finally, she returned to his room. The weather was too hot for her to sleep, so she lay on Master Rong Chen's bed, sipping his tea and flipping through his scriptures. In the end, out of a sense of inferiority, she tore out all the pages she could not understand. However, this fellow was utterly unlearned, so she could understand the books... Truly, it was extremely rare.

In the afternoon, Rong Chenzi prepared some of the antidote and first applied it to the eyes of the river clam. Rong Chenzi had long fingers, each nail meticulously trimmed. He was tall and had never engaged in any form of negligence throughout his life, exuding a sense of righteousness in his demeanor. However, he was not very adept at this delicate task.

The Master Rong Chen paused midway to make a handprint, his anger doused as if splashed with cold water. A quarter of an hour later, he shook his head, let out a deep sigh, and then bent down to pick up the crumpled paper on the ground. After a while of picking, he shook his head again and sighed deeply once more

The surface of Rong Chenzi was slightly warm; he was unwilling to air his family's dirty laundry in front of others, so he could only lower his voice and coax the river clam again: "I do not spend every day with Fuya, do you not know whether I have returned to my room? Moreover, my late return tonight is merely for the purpose of lecturing, what does it have to do with Fuya?"

Before Rong Chenzi could speak, Master Yu Yang had already begun: "Friend, is this not your cauldron? How has it caused such a commotion?"

The river clam was unaware that it had torn the handwritten manuscript of its ancestor. Suddenly, it was struck on the back by Rong Chenzi's dust brush, nearly cracking its shell

As the night weather cooled down, the river clams finally managed to fall asleep. After Master Rong finished reciting the scriptures and returned to his room, he was greeted only by a room full of little paper balls. Even with his composure, he was filled with righteous anger. He abruptly threw off the quilt and swept the dust away.