Gao Liang returned to his home in Hanhai City and lay down on the large bed where Ying'er had once rested. He smoked a cigar, gazing at Ying'er's radiant smile in the wedding photograph, and said to her, "Ying'er! The master misses you! Where exactly are you?" He then gently kissed her smiling face. At that moment, his mother, Shen Hanfu, and father, Gao Zhongming, entered. Seeing their son holding the wedding photo of Ying'er, they immediately furrowed their brows. Shen Hanfu exclaimed, "What a pity! What a pity!" Gao Liang was puzzled—everything was going so well, what could possibly be a misfortune? Zhongming stepped forward and took the wedding photo from Gao Liang's hands. Shen Hanfu said, "Zhongming! Hurry up and burn it! Don't let Liang remember this serpent spirit!" Gao Liang immediately stopped him, trying to reclaim the photo. But Shen Hanfu moved swiftly—something Gao Liang hadn't anticipated—she directly placed the wedding photo into the fire. When Gao Liang finally managed to take it back, Ying'er's bright smile had already turned to ashes and Gao Liang was deeply heartbroken. This wedding portrait was unique and irreplaceable—more precious to him than gold. He immediately turned to his parents and declared, “My love for Ying'er is eternal! You need not intervene! She is my formally wedded wife! Let the heavens and earth bear witness!” “Liang! Are you mad? You may marry anyone you please, but you must never marry Ying'er—this little fairy! She’s no ordinary woman!” Since visiting the Fahu Temple by the West Lake in Qiantang City, where Ying'er had been compelled by Master Fa Hai to reveal her true form—a white serpent—Shen Hanfu and Gao Zhongming have been plagued with nightmares every night, dreaming of the serpent threatening them. On one occasion, they woke up in the middle of the night to find a real serpent inside the house, which then slipped out through the window, fleeing as they screamed. Now, they firmly believe Ying'er is a harbinger of misfortune and will not allow their son to share life with a creature of the supernatural. “Ying'er is a celestial beauty—far from an ordinary spirit!” "Highlight has already become a god, firmly believing in Ying'er's true identity. In a world full of temptations, Highlight has overcome every one of them—believing in himself, believing in the true God Yahweh, and believing in Ying'er." "But we've clearly seen Ying'er transform into a serpent spirit! It was a terrifying serpent! That was clearly a demon!" Highlight's parents still recall the scene with lingering awe. Highlight immediately asked, "What's going on?" His parents then recounted everything in detail. Upon hearing this, Highlight shouted, "It's bad! Ying'er is in danger—she needs our help!" "Gold Armor! Silver Armor!" Highlight picked up his wireless communicator and issued the order directly: "You two, come with me and rush to Qiantang City!" "Yes, boss!" The two mighty bodyguards promptly obeyed. "Fatty Deng, shy Yang, and the soft-hearted Wu! Dispatch the brothers from Fenghuo Hall to Qiantang City ahead of time, and especially keep a close eye on the activities at Fahuai Temple by the West Lake!" "Keep me informed at any time!" With that, the three close friends immediately responded, "Don't worry, boss! We've got you covered!" The scene shifts to the Fahuang Temple by the West Lake in Qiantang City. The Buddhist Master Fahai is revered as a true deity by the continuous stream of worshippers who come to offer prayers and make vows. His bowl grows larger and deeper, and the offerings of money grow ever greater—his appetite expands accordingly. With just a daily income of 1 million RMB and 10 hours of prayer each day, he can accumulate 10 million RMB. Fahai truly has supernatural abilities, capable of bewitching the crowd. Devotees come not only to pray but to give everything they have. From time to time, Fahai performs magical rituals, providing worshippers with what he calls "spiritual water," which proves remarkably effective—some even claim their illnesses have been cured on the spot. In reality, Fahai is not truly treating people's ailments. Instead, he possesses a kind of supernatural art that allows him to subtly influence and control people's consciousness, thus creating a sense of bewilderment and enchantment among them. Hou Hai lifted the incense burner, and the translucent Ying'er, who had transformed into a white snake, curled up into a tight ball. Hou Hai intended to humiliate Ying'er in front of everyone, for Ying'er was pregnant—her belly swollen with child. With a single needle, Hou Hai pierced her abdomen; Ying'er immediately recoiled, narrowly escaping. The needle had already sunk into the ground one meter deep. Should Ying'er have been struck, the fetus within would surely have perished. Ying'er pleaded with Hou Hai, begging him to spare her, especially the unborn child within her. Hou Hai laughed loudly, "As long as you submit to me and become my wife!" "Ha!" Ying'er refused point-blank, determined to die rather than yield. Hou Hai grew furious and decided to let Ying'er die. Amid the numb onlookers, Hou Hai began performing his magic, immersing the needle in a specially prepared toxic liquid and then withdrawing it, while he gazed lustfully at the white snake curled beneath the incense burner. "You needn't answer me at all," he declared. "After all, you're mine! How could the young man Gao She was also the most beautiful, though now pregnant, yet her grace remained! Hah! I simply won't believe it! I, Fah Hai, cannot conquer you!" The dialogue between Fah Hai and Ying'er was conducted in a language unfamiliar to the human realm, so the onlookers, numb and indifferent, were completely unaware. Fah Hai was cunning and treacherous; to the indifferent audience, he projected an image of upholding justice, reciting words of great compassion and benevolence, while in truth, his heart was as venomous as a scorpion's. His magic spell caused Ying'er's body to grow increasingly soft and weak. As Ying'er weakened, a needle filled with poison was poised to pierce her abdomen. "Husband! Ying'er can no longer be your wife! Take care! Ying'er is going!" Though Ying'er could not move a muscle, her consciousness was sharp and clear—she knew she would die soon. At the moment of despair, three brave warriors surged forth from the crowd. They were Deng the Fat Pig, Yang the Ugly, and Wu the Soft-Hearted. Though they didn't know that Ying'er had already transformed into a white serpent, they couldn't bear the sight of a Buddhist monk slaughtering living beings in front of everyone. If he truly were a Buddha, even stepping on a humble ant should have moved him to regret and sorrow. Clearly, this Fa Hai is merely a hypocrite. Clang! Clang! Clang! The three steel blades from the three close friends successfully blocked Fa Hai's toxic needle. Good thing—they had acted in time; otherwise, Ying'er would have surely perished. Ying'er recognized the three as Gao Liang's close friends and was deeply moved, yet she had already softened, weak and unable to speak, since her body had turned into a serpent, speaking only serpent language, which no one could understand. "You dare to interrupt me? Even I, the abbot, can't go unchallenged! I think you must be growing impatient with life!" Fa Hai scolded the three friends, who in turn directly pointed at him and said, "Old monk! You preach so much about great compassion, great benevolence, great righteousness—yet you've never spared a pregnant serpent! What has she done to offend you?" "Hmph! She The demon is the demon! Absolutely no harm should come to humanity! After saying this, Fahu said a prayer, "Amitabha Buddha." At that moment, some indifferent spectators began to echo: "Yes! Yes! That's the serpent spirit! She deserves to die!" The three friends noticed that everyone present in the crowd had an unusually unified tone: "Serpent spirit! She's the serpent spirit! Kill her! Kill her!" The three friends were genuinely hesitating now. As Fahu said his prayers, he extended his hand—his hand full of guilt—and the cruel needle once again pierced Ying'er, now a white serpent with a pregnant belly. Ying'er closed her eyes in despair. Suddenly, as the needle was about to strike, it was struck by something—crashing down—changing its direction and now aimed directly at Fahu. Fahu reacted swiftly and dodged. The needle then pierced a dove resting in the temple, instantly turning the bird completely black and causing it to fall to the ground, dead. The needle is highly toxic! Its poison is potent—within just one second, it can kill instantly! Fahai observed that, at some point he hadn't noticed, a handsome young man had appeared beside him, accompanied by two sturdy young men with bright, alert eyes, never straying more than a step away. Clearly, they were the young man's bodyguards. This young man was Gao Liang, and the two beside him were his two stalwart bodyguards. Fahai was deeply impressed by Gao Liang's skill—indeed, he had noticed that Gao Liang had been constantly chewing on a piece of gum. Just now, the very weapon that had deflected the toxic needle had been nothing more than a piece of gum expelled from Gao Liang's mouth. The gum was soft and yielding, yet Gao Liang had used it as a formidable defense against his assailants—an act that left Fahai profoundly shaken. Fahai, a seasoned strategist, could not afford to lose face in public. He thundered at Gao Liang, "You have stopped me from killing the demon, from upholding justice! I see it now—your actions run counter to heaven's will, counter to the very principles of righteousness. One day, heaven itself will bring you down!"