surnamed Wang

After the reward was over, Wang Biquan was about to announce the dismissal of the court when a murmur suddenly came from his ears. He listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and after a moment, he said:

"Just now Tang Bing, the God of Hatred, sent a message saying that he would resign from the priesthood and give the vacant position to his two children."

As he spoke, he looked down at the brothers Canghai and Yueming, and asked:

"Are you willing to replace your father and become the god of hatred?"

The brother and sister could not help but tremble when they heard this. They had been cursed since birth and were always hated by the people around them. They depended on each other and spent their lives looking for the root of the problem. They did not expect that they were the sons of the ancient gods.

Wang Biquan also knew that it was a bit difficult to ask them to make a decision now, so he said warmly:

"I know you have resentments in your hearts. What Tang Bing did back then was out of helplessness. He is in the Shura world. If you have any questions, you can ask him clearly.

Originally, he and your mother left gifts for me to deliver on their behalf, but now that the truth has been revealed, I don't have to do anything for them. "

Wang Biangquan raised his hand and drew his sword to draw a passage in front. After the brother and sister looked at each other, Yue Ming nodded, and the two entered the passage to the Shura Realm.

After everything was done, Wang Pingquan announced:

"That's it for today. I hope you can learn from the past, clean yourself up, and never make the mistakes of Yiyang and Youkang again."

Everyone saluted and said yes, Wang Pingquan winked at the snickering Yan Hong, and the two of them glanced back and forth, not paying any attention to the subtle changes in Qing Zheng's expression behind them.

After the court was over, the gods left one after another, and the huge shrine suddenly became empty. Qingzheng stood up from the throne and looked into the distance with a calm expression.

The servant of the Holy Spirit, Maoshi, stepped forward and said in a respectful tone:
"Master, why didn't you tell him that?"

"Does it make sense?"

"Then does everything you do make sense?"

Qingzheng glanced at the other party but did not reply. Please move your steps and leave.

……

The Three Immortals and Yang Cang Realms have returned to peace. Most of the monks don't know what happened secretly, and everything is running as usual.

In Longqi Bay, Jiuyuan, Wang Biquan and Jiao Hong lead a simple life of fishing and weaving. With their magical powers, they can travel to every corner of the two worlds and see different scenery, but they prefer to stay in this small town. fishing village.

On this day, an old man with white hair and beard came to the village. After bragging for a while with a group of children at the end of the village, he sprinkled a handful of colorful candies, causing the children to grab them wildly.

He walked all the way to the hut and knocked on the wooden door.

"Master, Pu Wen is getting married. I'm here to send you an invitation."

Wang Pingquan opened the door and frowned slightly, "I'm not used to you talking like this."

Li Changsheng, who regained his status as a servant of the Holy Spirit, why:
"Then what should I say?"

"Just like before, you are the master and I am the apprentice."

"Haha, how can there be any bad disciple in the world who makes Master do his work?"

"Call me, right? I have so many ancient gods under my command, any one of them can run errands. As you are young, don't follow me around all the time. You should think more about your personal issues. It happens that there are a few old ladies in our village, and the old man at home is leaving. It's early and I need a companion. If you think it's okay, I'll help you talk about it."

While he was talking, Wang Biquan took the invitation and looked at the familiar handwriting on it. He could imagine how Park Wen's mouth would be grinning when he wrote it.

Li Changsheng took his teasing words seriously, chewed his teeth and said:
"You mean I'm worthy of finding an old lady?"

"How new is it? You have such a wrinkled face, but you still want to find a teenage girl? Don't look at those old ladies who are in their seventies or eighties, but they have strong bodies. Some of them have given away three or four old men."

"Master, if you really feel uncomfortable, from now on we will have our own affairs. You will call me Master, and I will call you Master."

"Forget it if you don't want to. I'm just wondering. Did I save your life in my previous life?"

Wang Pingquan complained casually, but the other party actually nodded and said:

"Grace and Reinvention."

Seeing his serious look, Wang Biquan didn't want to force himself, so he said helplessly:

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you anymore, just call him whatever you want."

The two then chatted about the current situation in the Three Immortals Realm. During this period, nothing major happened. The most surprising thing was that Xiu Zhao Shuquan came out of seclusion and brought his own sword technique "Book Business Qi" with him.

The "Scholarship Qi" sword is as its name suggests. It is both sharp and eccentric, just like Zhao Shuquan, free and easy and stubborn.

This sword technique is not as complicated as Di Xin's "Star Reaching". There are only three moves in the whole set, but not everyone can learn it. Hong Mao, his direct disciple, practiced for a long time, but he didn't even understand a little bit.

As a thank you to Wang Biquan for visiting with wine in the past, Zhao Shuquan asked Li Changsheng to bring the sword manual.

Wang Biquan did not open it in a hurry, but put it aside and asked about other things:
"Have you found the person you were looking for?"

The old man nodded, "After Ning Ji and I carefully searched for the underworld's reincarnation, we have been able to confirm it."

When Li Changsheng said this, his expression was slightly unnatural. Wang Biquan was keenly aware that this old boy was deliberately hiding something. After thinking about it for a while, he said with a playful smile:

"No wonder you just pushed back and forth. You shouldn't be interested in Ning Ji, right?"

The old guy looked embarrassed and smiled...

A few days later, Wang Pingquan took Yan Hong across a sea of ​​stars and finally came to a star in Yangcang Realm.

There is a tribe living here. The people in the tribe dress primitively, wearing animal skins and grass leaves, and they have feathers from unknown birds on their heads.

The tribe makes a living by hunting, and some of them with outstanding talents, relying on the crude cultivation methods passed down from their ancestors, have stronger strength and lifespan than ordinary people, but that's all.

Jiao Hong looked down curiously in mid-air, wondering what Wang Biquan's intention was.

Not long after, a little boy appeared in the field of vision. Although he looked thin, he was carrying a bison that was seven or eight times his size on his shoulders.

The young man walked lightly and came to a flat stone platform, and threw the bison onto the stone platform with a "bang".

Jiao Hong watched this scene quietly. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. She turned her head in disbelief and met Wang Biquan's slightly smiling gaze.

"He is..." "That's right." Wang Biquan nodded.

After receiving a positive reply, the woman's eyes turned red. The boy at the moment was the reincarnation of Mi Lu.

"Go."

Wang Pingquan reminded him softly.

The woman looked at him with gratitude and flew downwards.

The young man noticed something and looked up. When he saw the woman, he was slightly surprised at first, then grinned and said with a mouth of white teeth:

"This beautiful sister, are you an immortal?"

Hearing the other party calling her sister, Yan Hong's calmed down mood trembled again. She slowly walked up to the young man and whispered:
"What's your name?"

"Hong Tian."

"Will you be my disciple?"

"Disciple, I bow to my master."

The young man saluted directly. After a tribe member was taken away by an immortal, he became a famous figure in the Yangtze. He would not miss this opportunity.

The woman stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the boy's head, showing a gentle smile.

……

That night, Wang Yiquan, who had not fallen asleep for a long time, fell asleep inexplicably and had a dream.

In the dream, he came to an empty area, which was dark and void, and not even the stars existed.

He used his speed to the extreme. After walking for an unknown amount of time, a towering tree suddenly appeared in front of him. The tree was covered with all kinds of strange fruits.

Wang Biquan felt that this scene seemed familiar, and based on the principle of doing more than doing less, he planned to take a detour. At this moment, an old voice came from under the tree:

"You're here, come and sit."

"No, my mother told me to go home for dinner."

Wang Pingquan stepped back little by little. After taking a few steps, his butt bumped into something. When he turned around, he saw that there was a small stall behind him.

There were seals, zippers, keys... everything hung on the stall. A kind-faced old man wearing a slightly sloppy cloth was sitting behind the stall filing a key with a file. The situation was quite absurd.

Looking at the key that was gradually taking shape in the opponent's hand, Wang Biangquan was suddenly startled and asked tentatively:
"Are you always a copycat?"

"clever."

The old man put down the file and looked up at the young man with slightly cloudy eyes.

Wang Biquan could not see through the old man's cultivation at all. He was the origin of all the worlds and created all the holy spirits. He did not dare to make any mistakes and asked respectfully:
"I wonder what the old man wants me to do?"

"Did you see that tree? I want you to control these three thousand worlds on my behalf."

While he was talking, the colorful fruits on the big tree behind him flashed together.

Wang Pingquan pondered for a moment, shook his head and refused:

"Thank you for the kindness of the old man. I have never had any ambitions. If not forced by the situation, I would not even want to be the Holy Spirit. Now that everything has settled, I just want to stay with my family and friends and live an ordinary life."

The old man smiled when he heard this, said nothing, lowered his head and continued to file the keys.

Wang Biquan was a little confused and whispered:
"Well, can I go?"

"anytime."

The old man was surprisingly easy-going, and the young man's rejection didn't seem to cause any trouble in him.

Wang Biquan didn't want to cause trouble, so he bowed respectfully, turned around and left. After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said:
"Old man, did you create Zhou Pan and Qing Zheng?"

"I have granted you what you asked for."

"I haven't even said..."

"You are created by me. I know all the thoughts of all sentient beings in the three thousand worlds."

After the old man finished speaking, he raised his head again. His originally turbid eyes seemed to contain countless stars. Even though Wang Guangquan had cultivated the Holy Spirit, he still seemed to be in an illusion, and his head felt dizzy.

He suddenly woke up and did not dare to look directly at the old man again.

"Okay, don't you still have something to do? Go ahead."

After the old man finished speaking, a strong wind blew up around him, and Wang Biangquan flew backwards uncontrollably. When his figure completely disappeared, the old man took out an iron box from under the table.

The lid of the box was opened, and there was a large piece of yellow mud inside. The old man picked off a small piece, pinched it slowly, and read in his mouth:

"You children are in charge of the life, old age, sickness and death of other living beings. When it's your turn, you can't handle it clearly."

As he spoke, a little man took shape. The old man breathed out a breath, and the clay man came to life. He stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Pan, go find Qingzheng, she is waiting for you." The old man said warmly.

The villain tilted his head, thought for a moment, finally shook his head, and sat down on the table as if he was angry.

"You children, you really don't let me worry. If she is ruthless to you, how could she be reincarnated with you, and finally turn into an ordinary woman and be husband and wife with your reincarnation for the rest of her life?"

The little man raised his head after hearing this, hesitated for a long time, and finally stood up, bowed to the old man, turned around and flew towards the tall trees not far away.

The old man lowered his head and filed the key again, as if nothing had happened.

... (end of this chapter)