Chapter 602: It Is Already a Memory

A few days later, sitting at the very top was naturally the host of this place, with the Mountain Yili Shenjun's concubine, Lady Peacock, accompanying him. A little lower was the Third Third Shixiong of Fuqiu Temple.

In addition, there were not only several Daoists from Fuqiu Temple, True Person Xuanming, Daoist Bai Luan, and True Person Moyu, but also the Mountain Yili Shenjun's protectors—Green Lion, White Elephant, Tuolong, and Black Bear—several protectors of Lin Jue from Mount Feng, several new disciples accepted by Jiyang after becoming the Temple Master, as well as the Temple Masters of several Daoist temples on the mountain, and Lin Jue's Third Disciple who had returned from the extremely cold land of the northeast, and Ziyun and Ziyun's little disciple whom she had called back from Mount Feng.

Yili Shenjun Yi Li and Daoist Jiang were also invited to attend, and they also brought True Person Qingxuan, who had already become a god. The Tianshan Ancestor and several Western Region deities also came from afar to attend the banquet.

There was also Luo Gong and the Fourth Aunt of Scissor Peak.

It was just that the Mountain Yili Shenjun's palace was large enough to set up many tables.

On the tables were original cinnabar fruits, Yuanqiu immortal fruits, as well as dove tofu, mountain loquat ice powder, deep-fried magnolia flowers, and Thousand-Day Wine brewed from immortal fruits.

The fox and the cat stood up, fighting with soft and powerless fists.

"Thank you all for your help."

The Mount Yishan Mountain Yili Shenjun was still in the image of a middle-aged man in a magnificent robe, clearly weak, raising his glass to everyone and saying.

"Thank you all for your help."

Lin Jue also raised his glass to the guests who came.

But the response from the other side was also a single sentence:

"Thank you..."

This battle was to help Lin Jue and Fuyao, to help the Mountain Yili Shenjun, to help the Tianshan Ancestor and those natural deities of the Western Regions, and to help the three seniors. It couldn't be said who helped whom, or who should thank whom; it was just mutual help.

Those who helped purely were the senior and junior brothers of Fuqiu Temple who had nothing to do with yaoguai, and the Daoists living in Black Mountain.

They could have had nothing to do with this, and the Nine Heavens would not have made things difficult for them. But Daoist people, although usually living in seclusion and far from the secular world, not talking about many great principles, were actually very tough under their indifferent and drifting appearance.

Just like that sentence from the Third Third Shixiong—

Having received the grace and care of the Mountain Yili Shenjun for generations, with a great catastrophe coming to the mountain, how could they retreat because of greed for life and fear of death?

So everyone raised their glasses and drank.

"Good wine!"

"This is Thousand-Day Ji Xianren Wine brewed by the Mountain Yili Shenjun of Langtou Mountain. Even immortals can get drunk, so Daoist friends who haven't become immortals shouldn't be greedy for the cup," Lin Jue explained and reminded. "There is also ordinary Thousand-Day Wine that can be enjoyed."

"This thing is good!"

The Third Third Third Shixiong's eyes were already very bright.

Sitting beside him was Princess Hua.

Lin Jue smiled slightly and raised his glass one by one, honoring the Tianshan Ancestor whom he hadn't seen for many years, and also honoring Daoist Jiang and Yili Shenjun Yi Li.

The hall was also full of noise.

Everyone was drinking and chatting with each other.

The Xiao Xiao Shimei was very simple—

She only used chopsticks to pick up the deep-fried magnolia flowers on the table, brought them close to look carefully, took a bite, and while chewing, looked at them carefully again.

She could see a petal sandwiched vaguely between two layers of golden-fried batter, about half the size of a palm, with a certain thickness, which had become translucent under high temperature, so it could be distinguished from the batter, and it had a slightly soft texture when eaten, requiring careful tasting to taste the petal.

This was something she had been curious about many years ago.

"Grand-Master, is it delicious?"

A little girl sat properly and asked carefully.

"You taste a piece."

The Xiao Xiao Shimei reached out and pinched a piece to give to her, and also took an original cinnabar fruit: "Put it in your bosom and eat it before going to sleep tonight."

"Thank you, Grand-Master."

The little girl was very well-behaved.

Beside her, another woman spoke up:

"Master, it's so strange. Some time ago, when I was taking care of the immortal fruits on the mountain, a Yuanqiu tree planted by you many years ago was ripe, and it could be picked in a few days, but it died inexplicably, and then came back to life inexplicably after a while! But the immortal fruits on the top of the mountain where the Third Shixiong Uncle is didn't!"

"There is such a thing?"

"Yes! Don't you think it's strange?"

"It came back to life, so don't worry about it."

"But although it came back to life, all the fruits fell off. Master, check what's going on, who is playing tricks, I have to find him to pay!"

"How would I know..."

The Xiao Xiao Shimei was eating the deep-fried magnolia flowers and reached out to scratch her head.

Glancing sideways, she saw several senior brothers thanking the Tianshan Ancestor for the thousand-year snow lotus. She also hurriedly raised her glass and respectfully honored the Tianshan Ancestor with a glass. The Tianshan Ancestor thanked the senior brothers for their help, and both sides said they would be friends for generations and keep in touch.

Just after putting down the wine glass, another Temple Master of Xianyuan Temple came forward to see several seniors.

Seeing this, the Temple Masters of several other hidden Daoist temples on the mountain all followed and bowed to these immortal seniors.

It was like when they were there before, when they were cultivating on the mountain, apart from the Mountain Yili Shenjun, where had they seen any immortals? However, these Daoists didn't expect that one day the Nine Heavens soldiers would descend, and not only would they see immortals, but they would also drink and feast with immortals.

The Xiao Xiao Shimei was dazed for a moment, unable to help but think of the past.

At that time, the Temple Master of Xianyuan Temple was Daoist Wangji, whom she and her senior brother respected. She and her senior brother were just two little Daoists, and they knew a few people in Xianyuan Temple. Unexpectedly, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, she and her senior brother had become the immortals they had heard of when cultivating on the mountain and whose traces they had sought on Tiandou Peak, while the Temple Master of Xianyuan Temple was already a junior she didn't know.

The Five-Element Ji Xianren, who was skilled in fighting, actually had a simple brain. She felt sighing in her heart but couldn't describe it, so she got stuck there, feeling very uncomfortable.

True Person Xuanming, Daoist Bai Luan, and True Person Moyu were discussing what the Nine Heavens would be like after the Purple Emperor was trapped. One said that Emperor Yu Jian would likely take charge of the Nine Heavens, one said that Yili Shenjun Fuchi had just returned, so the Nine Heavens might still leave a position for the Purple Emperor, and one said that the Emperor of Heaven-Monitoring and Demon-Subduing was respected by mortal people and recognized by the Nine Heavens deities, so he would likely contend with Emperor Yu Jian.

Daoist Jiang, True Person Qingxuan, and Yili Shenjun Yi Li sat drinking, tasting immortal fruits and snacks. Daoist Jiang raised her glass slightly and touched Lin Jue's glass across the air.

The fox and the cat fought their way here, bumped into her knees, and ran away chasing each other to the other side.

Suddenly, music played in the hall, and moonlight spilled down.

It turned out that the immortal who was good at theatrical arts stood up after getting drunk, summoned the bright moon in the hall, and shone the immortal music troupe and dancing women out of the bright moon, dancing and flying in the air.

A wine banquet ended, and many people were drunk.

Especially those whose cultivation was not good, and those who were greedy for the cup.

The Third Third Third Shixiong became a mud puddle.

Lin Jue left the Lotus Peak Mountain Yili Shenjun palace with the Xiao Xiao Shimei and Daoist Jiang, walking slowly on Mount Yishan.

On this road, the people who built it were walking.

The ancient pine protruding from the cliff on the right was like a pavilion and a canopy, with orange-red pine flowers on it. Several rhododendrons and peach and apricot trees on the mountain body on the left were also blooming with flowers. There were also many unknown mountain trees, thorns, and spiritual plants, all of which had bloomed under the Daoist's magical power. A crow chased a sparrow and flew past, and just the wind fanned by its wings made several petals leave the branches, drifting into a line in the air.

"Back then, meeting in Yixian, I never thought that the two Daoist friends would have such abilities in the future," Daoist Jiang said while walking slowly.

"Back then, I didn't know you were a deity."

"Speaking of back then, it's too far away."

"Yes..."

There were spirits and monsters on the mountain, still terrified. Seeing them, they asked:

"May I ask the immortals, have the heavenly soldiers retreated?"

"They have already retreated."

"Will they come again?"

"Probably not."

All three answered gently.

This road soon reached its end.

That was the Fuqiu Peak they were familiar with.

Behind Fuqiu Peak, it was planted with peach, apricot, and rhododendron trees. At this time, it was a cluster of flowers even more shocking than the deep part of Mount Yishan, almost covering the entire mountain. Several people stopped to look. The first thing they recalled was almost all the young Daoists who sat around under the peach blossom trees on the mountain drinking and admiring flowers back then, and naturally, there was also an old Daoist.

"After a while, the Emperor will send someone to visit you and talk to you," Daoist Jiang suddenly said.

"Will you come?"

"..."

Daoist Jiang pondered for a moment, then shook her head:

"I won't come."

"Good."

Lin Jue nodded.

Generally speaking, Daoist Jiang was both his friend and a Yuanjun under Emperor Yu Jian. Every time Emperor Yu Jian wanted to communicate with Lin Jue, she was the intermediary.

This actually explained her attitude—

If Emperor Yu Jian wanted to test his attitude, persuade him to support him, or ask him for help, the best candidate would naturally be Daoist Jiang. He would definitely invite Daoist Jiang to come.

Daoist Jiang refused him.

It was clear she knew this matter was of great importance, so she didn't put the friendship between herself, Lin Jue, and the Xiao Xiao Shimei into it as a bargaining chip to make them feel embarrassed.

If the two sides had a conflict, the person who was close to you choosing to ignore it was actually choosing the other side, and the person who was close to the other side choosing to ignore it was actually choosing your side.

And this would obviously affect her status in Emperor Yu Jian's eyes.

"I'm going back."

"Go slowly, Daoist friend."

Lin Jue and the Xiao Xiao Shimei both saw her off.

The crow and the sparrow also flapped their wings and stopped, maintaining the distance of the chase, and turned their heads to look at her.

Divine light flashed! Daoist Jiang left.

Lin Jue and the Xiao Xiao Shimei stood in place without moving, both looking forward.

Amidst the full mountain of fresh flowers, there were faint human voices.

Ziyun was playing with her little disciple on the mountain, making the little disciple laugh out loud.

Two young Daoists were carrying food boxes, walking along the small path amidst the mountain flowers. Seeing them, they immediately bowed respectfully:

"Greetings, two Uncle-Masters."

"There were some immortal fruits left over from the banquet today. Master told us that eating too many immortal fruits is useless, so he asked us to send the rest to Xianyuan Temple for the Daoist friends there to taste, so as not to waste them."

The two little Daoists quickly continued forward, and after just one turn, they disappeared into the blooming peach blossoms.

Lin Jue couldn't help but look at the Xiao Xiao Shimei again.

Thinking about it, what the two of them were thinking at this moment was the same—

This Mount Yishan, this mountain road, this flower forest, and the Xianyuan Temple that this mountain road led to had already become their memories, but at this moment, younger Daoists were experiencing them. ===== CHAPTER 603 =====