Chapter 540: Yuanqiu Immortal

"Hua..."

The red spring water in the two gourds poured down along the waterfall, blown by the mountain wind, reflecting a red like morning glow and sunset light under the gradually setting sun.

"Gudu gudu..."

Two more gourds were pressed into the red spring, bubbling.

Lin Jue and his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong straightened up and looked behind them.

The old immortal, leaning on a crutch, stood on a white cloud, actually sending them all the way here.

"Third Shixiong, goodbye."

"Good, good, good, go, go, I'm sleepy too. Sigh, old people sleep a lot, should go back and take another nap," the old immortal said, shaking his head and sighing. "The gods nowadays are becoming less and less strict, always strict with others and lenient with themselves. You guys, take care of yourselves."

Lin Jue listened and was immediately stunned.

Only then did he understand—

The examination of him by this old Lord Tianweng ended there, and there might be this fourth reason.

It was that in the illusion, by comparison, he was able to stick to his inner heart, while the gods in heaven were more reckless, and even in the end, it made the people of the world complain.

Lin Jue's heart moved and he immediately asked: "May I ask senior about the illusion, how much is true and how much is false?"

"Hahaha, I already said, it's just a piece of advice from an old man to young people. If you want to refer to it, refer to it. If you don't want to, consider it my random guess," the old immortal raised his wooden staff, paused, I don't know if he sensed something, and said with a smile, "If you go out now, if you have fate, you might get a few answers immediately. If you don't have fate, don't be in a hurry, time will tell the truth from the false."

Then he held the wooden staff in his hand high.

A hole immediately appeared in front of him.

Inside the hole were green mountains and clear waters, grass and trees just born, which was another spring. If you look at the outline of the mountains and waters, it can be combined with the hole outside, but there are bamboo rafts, people, and tourists coming and going on the river, talking in a low voice about this immortal mountain that flew from the southwest many years ago.

The old immortal had already ridden the clouds and left.

A few people also rode the clouds forward and immediately left the immortal realm.

Looking back, there was no high mountain reaching into the clouds, no red spring reflecting the morning glow and sunset light, no thin and long waterfall hanging, and no numerous giant snakes.

Looking down again—

Below, there were only two thatched huts left, and because no one had lived there for a long time, they were very dilapidated, and even the doors were wide open. I think the things inside were also picked up by the nearby people and tourists.

The food and vegetables planted by his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong were also desolate.

This time Lin Jue was sure that he had really left the Yuanqiu Immortal Realm.

After all, he was also an immortal.

The clear breeze blew from the river and blew over their faces, comfortable and clear. The method of knowing time attached to the alchemy technique told him the current month—from night to near dusk in the Yuanqiu Immortal Realm, nearly a day had passed, and nearly a year had passed outside, and it was another late spring.

Lin Jue untied the cloth bag and released the fine dog.

"Wang wang wang..."

The fine dog was starved and suffocated. As soon as it came out, it jumped everywhere, but as soon as it jumped, it reached the edge of the thunder cloud. Seeing the scene at high altitude below, it was immediately scared and shrank back.

"Come."

His Junior Xiao Shimei handed a Yuanqiu fruit as big as a bowl to it, not paying attention to how precious this thing was, only paying attention to those who see it have a share, those who come have a share. Since the fine dog also went, it naturally had one:

"Eat it and you will live longer than your mother."

I don't know if dogs like to eat fruits, anyway, such immortal fruits, as long as they are living creatures in the world, even the corpses and ghosts of dead demons, very few can refuse.

"Third Shixiong Third Shixiong, you seem to have become younger," his Junior Xiao Shimei looked at Lin Jue again, tilting her head to look carefully, "It seems there are some changes, and it seems there are none. In Fuyao's words, it is a bit newer."

"Aren't you?"

The clear breeze blew, and the spring sun was shining. It should have been comfortable, but for a moment, no one spoke.

The three of them looked at each other on the clouds.

In fact, they were all a bit silent.

"Third Shixiong Third Shixiong, Little Third Shixiong Third Shixiong, what did you experience in the illusion?" his Junior Xiao Shimei asked first. "Are we experiencing the same world, or are we going our own way?"

"We'll know after comparing," his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong said. "After we go out, we will pack up and say goodbye here."

"I vaguely remember I said the 'sundries' you brought, and used a thunder cloud to send you back."

"Little Third Shixiong Third Shixiong and I returned to Mount Feng, and met a fellow Daoist chasing a demon on the roadside. He had a bit of chivalry, and because he was thirsty, he asked Little Third Shixiong Third Shixiong for water to drink, and Little Third Shixiong Third Shixiong gave him red spring water," his Junior Xiao Shimei said. "Old Lord Tianweng seemed to think Little Third Shixiong Third Shixiong did wrong, let the fellow Daoist who didn't want to stay young forever drink red spring water, left us for most of the day, and then replied to Little Third Shixiong Third Shixiong with the same words."

"The south has been recovered."

"Sixth Third Shixiong Third Shixiong suffered a backlash and went blind."

"Daoist Jiang was conferred as Yuanjun."

"Lord Luo was exhausted in his later years. His descendants first killed each other, even trying to kill their father, then died of illness one after another. Coupled with the fact that the border was too far, the military generals in the military towns gradually held troops to respect themselves, and the civil officials in the court fought for power. Even the concubines and queens who accompanied him before passed away one after another, which was quite sad."

"He didn't die well either."

"Purple Emperor sweeps demons..."

"True Lord Fuchi..."

Quickly comparing, without needing to nod and answer yes, it was confirmed that they were indeed in the same "world."

"You say, is the magical power of that old Lord Tianweng completely fabricated, or is there a trace to follow?" his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong asked.

"There should be places that were deliberately done to examine us, but it is definitely not completely fabricated," his Junior Xiao Shimei guessed.

"Don't think so much. Old immortal's words make sense. You will get the answer after going back, and time will constantly tell us the truth from the false. Regardless of whether it is true or false, it can be used as a reference," Lin Jue said. "One thing I can be sure of is that I noticed this halfway through, so many things in the second half were deliberately done by me."

"Why didn't Third Shixiong Third Shixiong expose it?"

"That was already a good thing for us."

"..."

The three of them were silent for a while.

The illusion was not just about Lin Jue and Fuyao.

Hundreds of years later, Little Flower also became a great demon.

There were more demons in Fuqiu Temple, and even the Mountain God of Mount Yi was regarded as a heresy outside the human gods by the Purple Emperor.

"What about us now..."

"Let's say goodbye here too. Third Shixiong Third Shixiong doesn't need to go down to pick up those sundries. The people here have already picked them up for you. Those food and vegetables should also be harvested by them, which is not a waste," Lin Jue said. "We have already said goodbye once. If we don't go back, the spiritual aura of the red spring water will run out again."

"On the way back, Third Shixiong Third Shixiong, remember to go see Sixth Third Shixiong Third Shixiong first," his Junior Xiao Shimei exhorted. "We will go back to explain a few words, and we will also return to Fuqiu Peak immediately."

"I hope that is fake."

"Me too!"

"What about the 'if you go out now, if you have fate, you might get a few answers immediately'?" his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong asked again.

"I don't know, maybe it depends on fate."

"Hmm!"

Lin Jue was about to split a thunder cloud and call Chen Niu to lead the thunder cloud to Fuqiu Peak. Looking down inadvertently, he was stunned.

"What?"

His Junior Xiao Shimei also poked her head to look down.

Looking down from a high position, I saw a bend of spring water below, still greener than the blue sky. The high mountains on both sides, reeds and bamboo forests, and even the figures on the river bank were reflected in the green water. There were people waiting on the bank to take a bamboo raft to the Flying Mountain, and there were also people waiting on the Flying Mountain to take a bamboo raft over. In the crowd on the bank, there was a Daoist, about thirty years old, carrying a long sword, looking around, watching the scenery, and looking upstream along the river.

Lin Jue and his Junior Xiao Shimei looked at each other, both with astonishment in their eyes.

After a while—

The Daoist carrying the long sword had just gotten off the bamboo raft when he saw three other Daoists on the other side.

"Fellow Daoist, compassion."

The three Daoists bowed to him.

"Eh?"

The Daoist carrying the sword was obviously a bit surprised.

However, it was daytime, and seeing his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong's honest face and his Junior Xiao Shimei's delicate and white appearance with affinity, he didn't suspect them at all, only thinking it was the etiquette between Daoists:

"Fellow Daoist, compassion."

"Are you here to tour the Flying Mountain, fellow Daoist?"

"Exactly! Are you too?"

"Not much difference," Lin Jue asked again, "I don't know what to call you, fellow Daoist, who is your master, where do you come from, and where are you going?"

"This poor Daoist has no Daoist name, common name Dai Yuanhua, has no master, was originally a person of the world, was enlightened by an old Daoist before he died, entered the Daoist door, later learned some magical powers, and made a living by eliminating demons. This poor Daoist came from the place where this dynasty rose, went to the south from here, played for more than half a year, and now returned to the capital."

Lin Jue and his Junior Xiao Shimei looked at each other.

After thinking for a while, Lin Jue asked again: "Are you here because of the name, fellow Daoist?"

"Consider it, or not. This poor Daoist passed by here last year and met someone in the village who worshiped an evil god and suffered from demons. I helped him eliminate the demon, chased the demon here, and then caught up with it and eliminated it. Today, I happened to pass by here again, so I came to revisit the old place, and let this poor Daoist also feel the feeling of 'things are the same but people are different' that the literati said!" The Daoist carrying the sword waved his hand boldly. "As for this Flying Mountain here, if you say you came here because of the name, it was purely because of the name last year, but not this year."

"So that's how it is..."

The brothers and sisters looked at each other again.

It was exactly the same as in the illusion, just without their participation.

"Eh? Why did you ask so clearly?"

"Oh, there was no other intention, just seeing you look familiar, fellow Daoist, like an old friend I had met once, so I came to ask and confirm," Lin Jue said.

"Haha! What is that old friend's name?"

"Didn't ask for the name, but he was also a high expert full of boldness and chivalry, who liked to eliminate demons for people!"

"Hahahaha! This poor Daoist likes to hear this!"

"By the way, since we met, let me ask you a few more questions, fellow Daoist."

"What's the harm in that? Just say it!"

"Has the south been recovered?"

"This... have you been living in the deep mountains and just came down, fellow Daoist? The south was recovered last year! His Majesty let General Qian Chengye, who is the best at fighting, take command, and it was recovered a month before I passed by here!"

"The King of Yue hanged himself and died?"

"Yes! Hanged himself and surrendered to preserve his subordinates, the people in the city, and his family and children. He can be considered a hero! What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Lin Jue bowed and arched his hands toward him, not wanting to stay any longer: "Many thanks, fellow Daoist! Let's say goodbye first!"

Just as he was about to leave, he was called back by him:

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Oh..."

The Daoist carrying the sword licked his mouth, looked at the gourd at his and his Third Shixiong Third Shixiong's waist, looked up at the sky, and poked the water bottle at his waist:

"The sun is quite hot this spring. This poor Daoist walked a few steps and sweated a lot, and chatted with a few fellow Daoists for a few words, and is very thirsty. The water is also finished. Drinking the water in this river, the fishy smell is very heavy, and the pigs, cows, sheep, and horses on the upper reaches are not clean. What is in the gourd of the fellow Daoist? I want to ask you for a mouthful of clean water to drink!" ===== CHAPTER 541 =====