I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 99 Deep affection is short-lived, and extreme wisdom is bound to bring harm.

Mei Shiyu reminded him again, "But do you know what I mean by asking you not to harm the innocent is that you can't have anyone's blood on your hands anymore."

"Even if you kill your own enemy, your nemesis, or a heinous criminal to rid the people of a scourge, it is still considered a breach of contract, and you will have to pay the price for it."

"You were a great general in your previous life. The success of a general is built on the bones of thousands. Your sins were already too heavy. Now that you have returned to the mortal world, it is even more impossible for you to serve your country or make any more contributions in battle."

Firstly, zombies are inherently bloodthirsty, and all the restrictions and spirit arrays on the snow silk robe are designed to avoid bloodshed; they will be broken upon seeing blood.

If he kills and drinks blood, it will trigger the restriction and destroy the contract.

Secondly, allowing zombies to return to the human world is an extremely risky decision, and Mei Shiyu must ensure that the appearance of the hairy zombies does not greatly affect the public order and good customs of the mortal world.

Otherwise, it will surely backfire and cause a huge mess.

Such demanding requirements are only done out of necessity.

After hearing all this, Mao Zedong still wrote the same three words: "I am willing."

He wanted to go back to find his beloved.

Even if I face eternal damnation, my longing for you is still so deep.

He was willing to take the gamble no matter what.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Mei Shiyu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Even though this person has become a zombie, he is still a mortal and has never cultivated. Compared to the incorruptible bone in the Bodhi Precept, he is far less dangerous.

Yet he, a mere mortal, dared to face the Nine Heavens Tribulation, a tribulation that terrified many cultivators.

For some reason, Mei Shiyu suddenly remembered the first question he had just asked himself: Why do people get "troubled by love"?

"Just foolishness."

Mei Shiyu gripped the hand that had been touched by the River of Oblivion tightly.

That was the answer in my heart.

He couldn't help but say to Mao Jiang, "When I was traveling in the human world before, I read a sentence in a book..."

The author says, "I advise couples in the world that they should not hate each other, nor should they be too affectionate."

"I think this is good advice: deep affection is short-lived. Therefore, I still advise you not to be too attached to the people and things around you after you return to the human world."

"If you cannot fulfill your wishes, you should accept it as it is and live your life to the fullest."

"The principle of things reaching their extremes and then reversing is something you understand even if I don't say it..."

Mei Shiyu's voice gradually faded away.

Just as water overflows when it is full, and excess leads to disaster, everything should be done in moderation.

Deep affection is short-lived, extreme strength leads to humiliation, and extreme wisdom... will inevitably bring harm.

In a fleeting moment, Mei Shiyu recalled the solitary figure in the Taiji Hall—extremely strong and intelligent, yet cold-hearted, world-weary, and destined to be an enemy of the world.

Mei Shiyu was somewhat dazed.

Why would he think of this person? How could he possibly think of this person? He should never have thought of this person!

Mei Shiyu belatedly realized what her thought at that moment truly represented and how terrifying it was.

Mao Jiang waved in front of him once again.

He asked Mei Shiyu if something was on her mind, and why she seemed so absent-minded.

Mao Jiang casually wrote: "Immortal Master, you wouldn't be like me, troubled by love, would you?"

"Do not."

Mei Shiyu vehemently denied it: "I am a Taoist practitioner, and my only thought is to cultivate immortality."

Mao Jiang said, "Cultivating immortality doesn't prevent you from getting married. Immortal Master, with your top-notch looks, you must have no shortage of girls chasing after you, and your luck with women must be very strong."

Mei Shiyu shook her head and said, "No, you're overthinking it."

Not to mention that he knows nothing about this, he doesn't have a single woman around him, and even if he has admirers, they are all men.

A bunch of bad romantic prospects.

To prevent him from leading her astray, Mei Shiyu interrupted, saying, "Go find a room first, clean yourself up, and wear the snow silk robe close to your skin. Once you put it on, you can't take it off."

Mao panicked and said, "Then does that mean I won't be able to take a bath anymore?! No way, my wife is too clean. If I get too salty, the smell will drive her away!"

Mei Shiyu patiently said, "You don't need to worry about that. This snow silk robe is full of spiritual energy, so it will keep you clean."

Mao Jiang asked again, "Then...can I take off my pants?"

Mei Shiyu said, "You are different from ordinary mortals now. You don't need to eat. Why would you take off your pants?"

Mao Jiang said, "Please, Immortal Master, people don't only take their pants off when they need to relieve themselves. Of course, they also need to..."

Mei Shiyu couldn't quite grasp the idea for a moment. "Which one are you referring to as 'that'?"

Mao Jiang had no choice but to be more direct and wrote down two words: "intercourse".

Between elegance and vulgarity, he chose professionalism.

Mei Shiyu's temple throbbed with a vein: "You're in this state, how can you still be thinking about that kind of thing?!"

Mao Jiang frowned and said, "But Immortal Master, food and sex are human nature, and the pleasures of the bedroom are the way for husband and wife to get along. If my wife knew that I couldn't have sex, she would kick me off the bed!"

Mei Shiyu finally explained to him, "You can take off your pants, or... but remember, don't get blood on your clothes..."

Mao Jiang relaxed his brows and wrote with a smile: "Immortal Master, you know quite a lot. I thought you really knew nothing, were ignorant of the mortal world, and were just a stone."

Mei Shiyu: "...This is common sense."

Mao Jiang: "Oh, common sense, common sense."

He carried the clothes, rushed into the room like a gust of wind, and rushed out like a gust of wind again.

When I went in, it was still a zombie with not a single good piece of flesh on its body.

After he came out, he had already returned to the handsome, resolute, and robust appearance of a young man he had in life.

The young man sat at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to write something.

Suddenly remembering that she had changed back, she quickly cleared her throat and burst into laughter.

He bowed deeply to Mei Shiyu in gratitude and said loudly, "Immortal Master, you have given me a second chance at life. I wish you to attain immortality and ascend to heaven soon! From now on, when my family burns incense during festivals, we will not pay homage to the Jade Emperor or the Queen Mother of the West, but instead pay homage to you!"

Mei Shiyu's lips twitched. "There's no need for that. Just pretend you've never met me, and don't mention me to anyone, understand?"

The young man sighed, "Well, you are truly a kind and benevolent unsung hero. I will never forget you in my life; even if you turn to ashes, I will still recognize you!"

Mei Shiyu was speechless. "Actually, if you don't know how to speak, you can choose not to speak."

The young man scratched his head, chuckled, and hurriedly stuffed the piece of silk sleeve that had fallen out back into place.

"Oh, right, Immortal Master, I forgot to tell you, these clothes don't fit well, they're a bit too big."

"When I get back, I'll have to trouble my wife to sew up a few stitches and cover up the excess."

"By the way, these clothes weren't prepared specifically for me, were they? Immortal Master, who were they originally intended for?"

"If he finds out you gave me someone else's clothes, won't he be angry?"

"Ugh, he's so scary. Unlike me, I only feel sorry for him..."

"enough!"

Mei Shiyu had to interrupt him, "Aren't you tired of talking so much?"

"Go home if you're tired. Your wife is probably still waiting for you there. If you go too late, she might have married someone else."

"So, why don't you hurry up and leave? I can give you a ride, send you straight to the gates of hell."

"No need to be polite, come and stand in front of me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Shiyu had already drawn the teleportation array and kicked the young man into it.

Goodbye...no, never again!

Farewell, my noisy friend.

The teleportation array's light dimmed, and the figure in front of them vanished.

Mei Shiyu sat back in her chair, rubbed her forehead, calmed herself down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The world is finally quiet.

Not long after, he stood up, as if he had stepped on something.

Look down.

It was the Qiankun bag that Yuanbao always carried with him.

Mei Shiyu bent down to pick up the Qiankun bag, her fingertips tracing the dark gold patterns on the black fabric.

He had previously carried the sleeping boy to the table.

The Qiankun Bag may have accidentally fallen to the ground at that time.

However, the Qiankun Bag was once stolen by the Black and White Impermanence, and for some reason it returned to Yuanbao.

After much deliberation, Mei Shiyu concluded that only Xia Changfeng had the motive and ability to snatch back the Qiankun Bag.

It seems that Xia Changfeng and Yuanbao have a very good personal relationship in the Taiji Hall...

Thinking about this, Mei Shiyu felt that this matter was a bit strange from a logical point of view.

But he couldn't pinpoint what the problem was.

In the end, this is the only thought I can have:

That's right, Xia Changfeng must have had a relationship with the spirit dog that Li Tingyun kept before.

Moreover, they have a fairly close relationship.

Otherwise, why would he go to such lengths to snatch the Qiankun Bag back from Yuanbao?

Clearly, Mei Shiyu had convinced himself once again.

He placed the Qiankun bag on the table, no longer dwelling on the matter, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

He still remembered that he wanted to make Yuanbao a bowl of clear soup noodles.

After tidying up a bit, I picked up an egg, cracked it against the rim of the bowl, and it made a crisp sound.

Mei Shiyu cracked a perfect egg with one hand.

I couldn't help but feel that my cooking skills had improved.