Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 105: All the monsters in the world gather in Beijing

It seems that the previous speculation is completely correct.

There are really immortals in this world.

Yang Chenghuang took a deep breath and calmed down, then waved his sleeves and pointed to the Qinhuai River in the distance.

The carps on the water have not yet completely receded, and the sparkling moonlight is rippled with red:

"Tonight the carps in the Qinhuai River turned into dragons and rain fell from the sky. Could this auspicious event be the work of my Taoist teacher?"

Zou Yan raised his eyebrows, and then said vaguely:

"Zou doesn't know this. Mr. Lu often wanders around the world. Even though Zou is his disciple, he is not qualified to know Mr. Lu's whereabouts."

Although he guessed that Mr. Lu was most likely responsible for this incident, he did not dare to guarantee it.

Yang Chenghuang pondered the words and deduced a lot of information from the words of the Confucian scholar in front of him. Then he bowed respectfully and said:

"I don't know when your friend's teacher came to Shangjing. Yang has lived here for more than two hundred years. I don't know the Taoist name of this immortal leader. Now that I know that Mr. Lu is visiting Shangjing, I should pay him a visit. , I also hope that Taoist friend can send a greeting card to Yang."

After saying that, he took out a gilt greeting card from his arms and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

"Uh, me."

Zou Yan was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss.

There are ghosts and gods all around, even the "teacher" Mr. Lu is not familiar to him, just a casual acquaintance.

Let yourself deliver the greeting card?

I originally thought about cheating and leaving directly, but now it’s better. How to deal with this hot potato?

But if he doesn't take over, won't he be a gangster?

"Mr. Zou is unwilling?"

Looking at the appearance of this Confucian gentleman, he was obviously very hesitant.

But Yang Chenghuang felt that he had nothing to go beyond. As the Chenghuang of the capital, he just handed over a greeting card through the hands of this disciple of the Immortal Sect, and there was nothing wrong with Meng Lang.

"Mr. Zou, don't have any worries. All you need is for Mr. Zou to submit a greeting card. No matter what the outcome, Yang will have no complaints."

In the end, he still couldn't help it, so Yang Chenghuang added another sentence.

I have been sitting in Beijing for more than 200 years, and I have never behaved in such a groveling manner. The appearance of this immortal is really shocking. Such an opportunity may only happen once in a lifetime.

If the blessing is not within yourself, then go and seek it. Only then will there be no regrets in your heart.

"Mr. Zou?"

"what."

Seeing that the city god had said this, Zou Yan could only bite the bullet and said helplessly:

"If Mr. Zou can meet Master Lu, he will definitely hand over Yang Chenghuang's greeting card. However, I don't know whether Master Lu can meet Chenghuang."

But my heart was miserable.

This time, I am the disciple of Mr., but I can’t even get through the forest of questions that Mr. Xin casually threw me into. How can I be qualified to be the disciple of Mr. Xin?

I don’t know if my husband will be angry if he finds out about this.

Yang Chenghuang hurriedly smiled and nodded. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand again, took a piece of the black and yellow incense from the Chenghuang Temple, and sent it to Zou Yan's chest with a wave of his hand:

"Mr. Zou, this is a wisp of incense from Mr. Yang. It can help Mr. Zou concentrate on his concentration. It is also of great benefit to the cultivation of the soul. It should be regarded as the reward for Mr. Yang to pay his respects to Mr. Yang."

Zou Yan suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest, and then the fatigue from yesterday's out-of-body fugue dissipated a little in an instant.

I know in my heart that I have gained a huge benefit, as the saying goes, eating people is short of mouth and short of hands. In this way, my identity as Mr. Lu's protégé is probably going to be confirmed.

With a wry smile, he bent down and made a big salute:

"Thank you Yang Chenghuang."

"You're welcome. From what Yang can see, Mr. Zou is a man of great fortune. If you have nothing to do, you can always come to the Chenghuang Mansion to sit and sit."

"That's right, Yang Chenghuang, I'll take my leave now, Zou."

"Goodbye sir."

After the words fell, Zou Yan's out-of-body soul floated away leisurely and returned to his body again.

A group of ghosts and gods watched silently as Zou Yan gradually disappeared into the underworld. Finally, one of the ghost officials couldn't help but asked:

"Master Yang, this Zou Yan just claims to be a disciple of the Human Immortal. There is no basis for it. Why should you be so polite to him?"

Yang Chenghuang watched Zou Yan leave. After hearing what the ghost official said, he sighed and said:

"Whether it is true or not, this person will definitely be able to talk to this immortal in Beijing."

"Furthermore, this person has a faint concentration of Taoism all over his body. He must have just begun to practice Taoism. What's more, he can easily refine the so-called 'Pan Pill' and be able to wander out of the body. With such a talent, how can he be like a thing in the pond? With just one thought, he will become someone you and I look up to."

Judge Wu glanced at the corner of his mouth with disdain:

"Aren't you also a cultivator? Even we, the Yinsi, are dedicated to cultivating."

Yang Chenghuang shook his head, looked up at the galaxy, and sighed:

"The reasons for this are very complicated. In the world, there are demons, ghosts, humans and gods who follow the Tao like a crucian carp crossing a river. How many practitioners are there?"

"I have met the Imperial Master who went to Beijing several times, and I know some things that you don't know. Now that the Immortal has appeared in this world, I am afraid that this world will not be peaceful in the future."

There were some words he didn't say.

When immortals appear in this world, great times are bound to come.

And this Confucian scholar named Zou Yan is obviously one of the small group of people with "deep blessings".

While you can still get these talented monsters, it's best to make more good friends, just for the future.

All the ghost officials in the underworld were confused, but they did not dare to say more. They just felt that the adults seemed to be worried a little bit.

Zou Yan's spirit returned to his body, the scene in front of him disappeared, and his ears were filled with the noisy sound of people flowing.

The moon is reflected in the clear waves of the Qinhuai River, causing slight ripples. The wind on the moonlit night is gentle, rolling around the strings on the water, echoing slowly. The distant mountains are silhouetted in the bright moonlight, which is also the most beautiful thing in the painting. artistic conception.

Unknowingly, there was a gold-plated greeting card in his hand.

"Hey, there's one more trouble."

Zou Yan shrugged his shoulders. He had always been free and easy in his life, but he was not too worried.

After tidying up the folds of his clothes, he walked slowly towards the direction of White Deer Academy.

After walking for a while, an old man's voice suddenly came to his ears. It was very soft, but he really heard it.

"Senior Brother Zou, stay."

"Senior Brother Zou"

Zou Yan was stunned for a moment, confirming that he heard correctly, and turned around to look around.

But there was no one behind him.

Could it be that I heard it wrong?

Zou Yan frowned and continued to take two steps forward. The old man's voice soon came to his ears again, more clearly. He followed the voice and looked around, and soon found the speaker. It actually came from the river.

"Gululu——"

Bubbles slowly appeared on the water of the Qinhuai River, and then broke through the water, revealing a turtle as big as ten feet.

Zou Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, he swallowed and pointed:

"Is it you who's talking?"

Qingshui River God smiled and nodded, but the smile appeared on the turtle's head, which looked a little weird.

"Who are you? Why do you call Zou your senior brother?"

"Laowan is the god of the Qingshui River across the river. He once received guidance from Master Lu and helped him break the chain of Shinto incense. Then he walked along the East China Sea to Beijing and listened to Master Lu's sermons. Since Mr. Zou is a disciple of Master Lu, this You deserve to be called senior brother."

"I see."

Zou Yande looked a little embarrassed, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a scene that seemed completely counterintuitive to ordinary people. I didn’t know if I had seen it too often, but I wasn’t surprised at all.

"I don't deserve to be called Senior Brother River God. Why do fellow Taoist turtles call me Zou?"

The old turtle stared at the Confucian scholar in front of him with envy in his eyes.

It heard clearly what he was talking to the city god here just now, and it never thought that this person would be so blessed that he could become Mr. Lu's disciple. It only vaguely knew that Mr. Lu should be living somewhere in Buxian Mountain now, so it tentatively said:

"Senior Brother Zou, does he know where Master Lu is now?"

In Zou Yan's heart, a group of grass and mud horses galloped past.

Why are all these people holding on to me?

It was only at this moment that I realized in hindsight how extraordinary the consequences of an unintentional lie would be.

He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and sighed:

"Forgive Zou for speaking bluntly, Mr. Lu probably doesn't like others to disturb him."

"What I know is that Senior Brother Zou can tell me a rough location. I will not come to disturb Mr. Lu. I just want to find a place close to Mr. Lu in order to learn the truth."

"This"

The old turtle looked at him quietly, then opened his mouth and spat out a filling water ball, handed it to him, and said shamelessly:

"Senior Brother Zou, this is a puddle of clear water. Although it does not have the same miraculous effect as the one given to you by the City God. If you grind it into powder and drink it, it can soothe your soul and refresh your mind. It is a small gift. Please accept it, Mr. Zou -"

Zou Yan: "."

He took a deep breath and said with a complicated expression:

"Fellow Taoist Gui, you can't accept this Zou. Yang Chenghuang has no room for rejection at all."

Suddenly I understood why it was so difficult to be an upright official. It was really hard to say no to some things.

Then he respectfully sent the clear water over, considered it for a long time, and said seriously:

"Fellow Taoist Turtle, the word "immortal fate" emphasizes the word "one fate" and cannot be forced."

"Fellow Taoist has traveled thousands of miles from Linjiang to Jinling. I think he knows the weight of the word 'fate' better than anyone."

"Forgive Zou for speaking bluntly. If Zou accepts this small gift today, I'm afraid it will be even harder to do anything later. If fellow Taoist Gui is sincere, I think he will definitely have his share of blessings."

The Qingshui River God looked at him for a long time, then smiled freely and took back the clear water.

"What you said makes sense, but I'm really a little impatient. I'm an old man, so I don't know how difficult it is for you to do it."

Zou Yan smiled bitterly:

"Fellow Taoist Gui, just don't blame Zou. Zou will leave."

The Qingshui River God looked at him deeply, said goodbye, and then sank into the Qingshui River and swam towards Bulxian Mountain.

Zou Yan was the only one standing quietly by the Qinhuai River, feeling filled with emotions.

Little did they know that throughout the night in Jinling, countless demons and ghosts appeared on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

They were all watching this immortal disciple quietly in the dark.

Then, countless demons and ghosts looked at each other, with a wry smile on their faces, and they talked one after another:

"The old turtle was willing to give it up. That clear water had a hundred years of spiritual practice, but it was called a 'little gift'. The immortal's disciples just confiscated it. It seems that we can't give this gift away."

"How long have you been in Shangjing, Fellow Daoist Snake?"

"I just came here recently, how about you?"

"More than half a month."

"Where did fellow Taoist come from?"

"Western Territory."

"That's quite far away."

"Yes, I've been away for two months. At first, I just wanted to give it a try. Anyway, I didn't have much to do. I didn't expect that there really are immortals in Beijing. It was a worthwhile trip."

"You are truly an immortal who can cut off the chains of Shinto incense."

"You're all here. Since I can't see the immortal, I might as well meet the immortal's disciple so that I can become familiar with him."

"Brother Zhu is absolutely right."

The moon is still the same month, and the water is still the same water, motionless.

Just when Zou Yan was leaning on the railing and staring at the moonlight at night.

The atmosphere around him suddenly became weird. Zou Yan was stunned and wanted to take a closer look. Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke filled the air in front of him, startling him.

Qingyan turned into a middle-aged man.

Immediately afterwards, countless green smoke filled the place, and a strong aura of demons filled the air——

The middle-aged man at the head looked deeply at Zou Yanyiyan, took back the demon pill tightly in his hand without leaving a trace, bowed his hand and said softly:

"Mr. Zou is worthy of being a disciple of the Immortal. Mr. Huang has met him."

As the wolf demon finished speaking, another sound of flapping wings was heard in the night, and then an eagle chirped:

"Li met Mr. Li."

Immediately afterwards, with the appearance of two big demons, a large number of demons and ghosts suddenly appeared on the bank of the Jinling River, which was quiet at this moment.

There was an inexplicable light shining in Zou Yan's eyes.

"Feng has met Mr.

"Wang has met Mr. Wang."

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Zou Yan swallowed, suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked at the gathering of monsters in front of him.

Even though he was well-informed, the sudden appearance of nearly a hundred demons in front of him made him break into a cold sweat.

How could he not see that these monsters had been hiding around him for a long time?

A middle-aged man transformed into an arrow bamboo said respectfully:

"We are ashamed that when a human immortal came to this world, we were carried away for a moment. We even thought about bribing Mr. in order to win the blessing of human immortality. Thanks to Mr.'s words, we woke up. I am ashamed and ashamed."

Zou Yan's brows were raised as he looked at the many demons and ghosts that appeared in front of him.

He swallowed subconsciously.

Fortunately, I politely rejected the old turtle just now. If I were really obsessed with accepting the old turtle's "little gift", I am afraid that the gift will be softened tonight.

He still underestimated his identity as 'immortal disciple'.

Under the moonlight, the turbulent Qinhuai River laps at the shore.

It is approaching the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the night of fishing in Xianren Juyue, the thirtieth of the winter lunar month.

Thousands of demons and ghosts appeared one after another in Jinling, Shangjing.

The dark crowd of demons and ghosts seemed to cover the sky and the moon, with different expressions.

Thick fog rose, blocking mortal sight.

It's a pity that no one saw this scene.

There was only one Confucian scholar standing blankly among the ghosts, at a loss. This strange but beautiful scene was destined to be remembered for the rest of his life by this Confucian scholar who had just discovered the concept of "Yin Yang and Five Elements".

I feel a little sad in my heart, there are too many surprises tonight.

A shocking change, leaving lingering fear in my heart.

Some absurd lies, once spoken, may have to be covered up with countless lies.

But maybe, this is also a kind of yin and yang culture.

The complicated look on Yang Chenghuang's face when he looked at him appeared in his mind.

'Mr. Zou, you are a man of profound blessings'

Deep blessing?

At this moment, Zou Yan suddenly believed it.

Zou Yan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and bowed his hands to the thousands of ghosts and monsters in front of him:

"Zou, I've met you all."

(End of this chapter)