It's quiet at night.

The owl transformed by Li Ping'an squatted on the treetop, staring at the small courtyard of Yang Tianyou's house.

The mark of a red hydrangea kept shining on his altar. This was the power of the saint he had just borrowed, with which he could check Zhunti's incarnation and cover his whereabouts.

Although Zhunti is at the end of the Six Saints, he is still a saint.

Li waited quietly for most of the night.

He was sure that Zhunti would not give up, but he was not sure when Zhunti would show up again.

In addition to staying at Yang Tianyou's place, Li Ping'an also left a trace of his soul in the Heavenly Marriage Hall, turning into his shadow, letting Yue Lao wait beside him.

When he went to ask for the seal of the red hydrangea, he also asked the Holy Mother to take care of the sleeping Yao Ji.

Everything here has been arranged properly.

'Try your best, after all, you are competing with a saint.'

Li Ping'an thought so and continued to stare everywhere vigilantly.

He was ready to stay for ten days and a half.

However, at dawn, Zhunti's incarnation - the old Taoist - appeared again in the place where he disappeared before, standing on the field of Yang's farm.

He looked thoughtful, as if he was strolling in his own yard, heading towards Yang Tianyou's farmyard.

'Come so fast?'

Li Pingan raised his eyebrows slightly.

This old man is hiding outside the painting at the moment, and does not have to control his tone, so he has a sinister expression, a cold expression, and a vague smile at the corner of his mouth.

He walked outside Yang Tianyou's house and clasped his hands together, as if thinking about something.

Obviously, there are many restrictions for him to interfere with the operation of heaven. For example, when grabbing the red rope of marriage, he needs to be close to this person.

Afterwards, the old Taoist glanced at the sky subconsciously, and a sneer flashed across his lips.

He has tied this red thread!

Even if Taiqing comes, he can't save that heavenly princess!

The old man cast a spell again and pulled out two red ropes out of thin air, with the gray rope still on the left side.

He thought for a moment and stared at the gray rope carefully for a while, as if he didn't quite understand what the red rope of marriage meant.

Li Ping'an almost burst into laughter when he saw this scene.

Soon, the old Taoist pinched his fingers to calculate, and then his face suddenly appeared, and the corners of his mouth revealed a bit of a sneer. He pinched the gray line with his fingers and made a slight stroke.

The gray line suddenly became a little more green.

The old Taoist's face suddenly became a little ugly. He frowned and thought for a long time. He took a branch out of thin air and gently touched it on the gray line.

In Nuwa's palace, Yao Ji groaned and suddenly raised her head and fell unconscious.

Nuwa, who had been waiting for a long time, appeared behind Yao Ji and placed a finger on Yao Ji's head. Yao Ji's pale face instantly returned to normal.

In the Yang family courtyard.

The old Taoist looked at the red rope of marriage that turned from light red to green, then from light green to gray, and hesitated again.

When Li Ping'an saw this, he knew that Nuwa had taken action.

He thought for a moment, but was not in a hurry to take action.

The old Taoist cast the spell three times in succession, and the red rope of marriage changed color back and forth. The old Taoist frowned deeper and deeper, and then simply directly glued the gray rope to the red rope.

He must have learned the previous lessons and understood the operating rules of the Marriage Avenue. After buckling the red rope this time, a faint golden light appeared between the red rope and the gray rope.

The golden light turned into golden threads, like threading a needle and thread, tying the two strings together.

Even though the owl made by Li Ping'an was covered with red hydrangea, it still didn't dare to move rashly at this moment. He tilted his head and looked at Lao Dao's movements. A ray of soul that had been waiting in the heaven for a long time immediately looked at Yue Lao.

Yue Lao holds the treasure scissors, strides forward, and pinches the gray thread along Yao Ji's clay sculpture!

Click!

A golden light bloomed from the Marriage Palace, then dissipated invisible.

Li Ping'an thought Zhunti must have discovered it.

But he soon saw that the old man in the Yang family courtyard looked a little uncomfortable looking at the two drooping red lines of marriage.

"Pindao has a wrong understanding of the way of heaven?"

"The red line of marriage is the basis for the reproduction of living beings, and it is also the key to Heaven's control over living beings. Its importance is second only to the underworld and reincarnation. Could it be that Heaven does not allow saints to intervene?"

"This doesn't make sense. I can obviously manipulate this."

The old Taoist clasped his hands behind his back, frowned and pondered.

Li Ping'an was greatly relieved when he saw this scene.

Sage Zhunti's understanding of the way of heaven is indeed not very strong.

His first move was to ask Zhunti to "back off when faced with difficulties." If Zhunti still refused to give up teasing Yao Ji, then Li Ping'an would take the initiative to show up and confront her.

The worst case scenario is a real fight with swords and guns.

There is no shame in losing the fight, after all Zhunti is a saint of heaven.

Zhunti stood there for a while.

The conversation between the Yang family and his wife came from inside the house:

"God bless you, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little hot, maybe I'm sick. It doesn't matter, you rest first. I'll go take a few sips of cold water."

"Well, if you need anything, just call me."

Yang Tianyou, a mortal, has also experienced abnormalities.

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly, if Zhunti continued to take action, he would have no choice but to take action.

As the Emperor of Heaven, how can he witness with his own eyes innocent mortals being murdered for no reason and remain indifferent?

What's more, the perpetrators are the second leader of the Western religion, the source of more than half of the disasters in the world from ancient times to today.

The old man pinched the red line again.

Li Ping'an's transformed owl is about to make a sound.

"That's all," the old Taoist shook his head, "After all, we can't leave any traces, lest they get caught in the conversation."

He turned around and was about to leave. He took two steps and was about to use his magical power when he suddenly stopped and turned around to look inside the house.

The old Taoist suddenly raised his hand to grab Yang Tianyou, and an intertwined red rope appeared in his palm.

This is the red rope of marriage between Yang Tianyou and his wife.

The old Taoist thought for a moment, grabbed the gray rope out of thin air, and then directly used the secret method he had figured out before to wrap the gray rope around the red rope.

The heart that Li Ping'an had just let go finally died.

Good guy!

Are you going to make a triangular red rope?

As a saint from Heaven, is he really not afraid of breaking the rules set by Heaven and suffering backlash from Heaven?

Yang Tianyou's wife was pregnant, and Li Ping'an didn't dare to care about her, so he immediately said:

"It turns out to be you."

The old Taoist's body tensed slightly, then returned to normal. A slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned to look behind him silently.

He still held the two marriage ropes in his hands.

He seemed to think that Li Ping'an couldn't see where he was.

The owl exploded with a pop and transformed into the figure of Li Ping'an, dressed in black and reflecting the light golden stars in the night.

Li Ping'an looked directly into the old Taoist's eyes.

"Junior brother, you are a great saint. Although you are at the bottom of the ranks, you are also a role model for all living beings and a model for heaven and earth. Now you are doing such a sloppy thing here. It is really laughable."

The old Taoist said calmly: "I am no better than a wandering immortal. Your Majesty seems to have mistaken his face."

"Really? Can Yunyouxian pull the red rope of marriage?"

Li Ping'an walked forward slowly, walked to the door of the small courtyard, lit two golden lights to protect the couple inside, and made them fall asleep on the bed.

He said: "Junior brother, what are you trying to do? I have noticed something strange in the way of heaven before. It seems that someone is messing with the way of heaven. I never thought that it was my junior brother who took action directly for the marriage of a mortal. It is really eye-catching. Junior brother grabbed the hand with his other hand.

Whose marriage string is this?"

The old Taoist still did not let go, and said with a smile: "His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has good eyesight, and the skills of the poor Taoist cultivator were also seen by His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven. The fetus here is destined to be with the poor Taoist, and the poor Taoist is just here to make some arrangements to facilitate the recruitment of disciples in the future."

"Junior Brother Zhunti, you are still pretending!"

Li Ping'an suddenly raised his hand and shouted angrily:

"You really don't have any dignity as a saint!"

The old Taoist's face was gloomy, but there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Your Majesty seems to care about this princess of heaven."

Li Pingan chuckled: "I advise you to stop now."

"The poor Taoist will mix this gray rope with this red rope. What wonderful things will happen to your majesty?"

The old Taoist said leisurely:
To be continued...