Chapter 604

Daoist Qingxuan and the several high immortals and great gods left.

As soon as they left, Lin Jue called Xian Zhu and Wan Xinrong over.

Both the human and the Yaoguai walked the Great Dao of the Five Elements.

"Zhenren."

"Master."

The two soon arrived before Lin Jue.

"Wan Gong, Xian Zhu, you have now attained the truth and the Dao. What are your plans for the future?" Lin Jue asked them.

"Why does Zhenren ask this?" Wan Xinrong was startled.

"No need to be startled or worried, I am just asking. If you have no other plans, I have a task for you, and it depends on whether you are willing or not," Lin Jue said.

"Zhenren jokes. The reason Wan was able to attain the truth and the Dao is entirely due to your guidance and help, Zhenren; otherwise, I would have long since turned into yellow earth," Wan Xinrong said. "Since it is a fortune bestowed by you, Zhenren, I am naturally willing to continue to follow by your side, to act as your Dharma Protector, and to listen to your orders."

"The disciple also has no other plans, so I will strictly follow the Master's orders," Xian Zhu also said. "If Master orders me to continue to go into the world to drive away evil and eliminate demons, and to uphold justice like my senior and junior brothers, I will go down the mountain. If Master has other arrangements, I will also strictly follow the Master's orders. If there are none, I will linger in this mountain and follow Master to cultivate in peace."

Lin Jue could not help but smile:

"At this time, the Purple Emperor is trapped, and the gods are fighting, so I think the Nine Heavens and the human world will both be in turmoil. The Emperor who monitors the heavens and subdues demons in the Nine Heavens is an upright and righteous god, and he is also our old friend. Unfortunately, his foundation is still shallow and his power is thin, so I am afraid he is powerless to do some things. Therefore, I have promised him that I would send disciples who have attained the truth and the Dao to go and help him for a hundred years. If Wan Gong is willing, you can also go."

"The disciple obeys."

"Isn't that the Southern Master, the Southern Heavenly Master?" Wan Xinrong said.

"Exactly."

"The Southern Master is a man of virtue. If it weren't for you, Zhenren, back then, perhaps during the trip to Leopard Forest and Mount Mo Du, I would have followed him just like the other strange people and experts in the Ju Xian Fu," Wan Xinrong said. "Now that I have your order, Zhenren, I am also willing to go and help him."

"Wan Gong is too polite..."

After giving more instructions and chatting for a few more sentences, the two retreated.

Lin Jue stood at the edge of the pavilion, looking into the distance, lost in thought.

Counting the time, it was now approaching the Purple Emperor's third time eliminating demons and Yaoguai.

Ten years remained until the third time.

In the old Heavenly Lord's deductions, the Purple Emperor had a total of four times eliminating demons and Yaoguai. The first two times were fine, but the third time incited the joint counterattack of the Yaoguai, causing great turmoil in the human world.

The fourth time also caused great turmoil above the Nine Heavens, because there were countless immortals related to Yaoguai. At that time, the Purple Emperor had been in power for more than two hundred years, and just like the Heavenly Lord at the end of the previous dynasty, his prestige in the Nine Heavens and the human world was not as good as before, and it was hard to say that he did not have the intention of using this to clear out opposing forces.

At that time, the Great Yu Dynasty in the human world had also reached its end, and it was clear that the human world was about to change dynasties again.

Now it was about seventy years ahead of schedule.

I don't know how many more years this dynasty can last.

Lin Jue thought to himself and waved his hand.

Imperceptibly, this world began to undergo subtle changes.

Unknowingly, the pavilions of Mount Feng were no longer what they used to be.

Once, these pavilions and halls were still deep in Mount Feng, only shrouded by the illusionary mist cast by the fox, so outsiders could not easily walk here. Even if they walked here, they could not see these cliff-hanging pavilions. But now it was the same as the Yuanqiu Ji Xianren Realm, relying on the outside world, yet separated from the outside world, becoming a world apart.

However, the time here was still the same as the outside world.

The similarity was that ordinary people could no longer easily enter.

It was just that Lin Jue, like the old Heavenly Lord, did not seal this immortal realm completely, but left a line.

Apart from friends, acquaintances, and old friends who could enter and exit, and apart from being able to come here under the leadership of Chen Niu, if there were truly people with affinity at the right time, they could also enter this immortal realm.

If someone really came, it would count as having affinity. When the time came, what would be the harm in gifting them a cup of immortal wine, chatting with them for a while, sending them an immortal fruit, and gifting them some fortune?

"Chen Niu."

Lin Jue suddenly shouted.

A little ghost in brown clothes appeared out of thin air, looking at him seriously.

Lin Jue smiled at him and asked gently: "Have you still not remembered where your home is?"

The little ghost in brown clothes still stared at him seriously, not moved by his sudden concern, only feeling that this person called him out again without asking for directions, which was a bit annoying for a ghost.

After thinking for a while, it said:

"Can't find it..."

"I suppose you can't go back anymore," Lin Jue said. "Then you should just be my spirit official."

Silently, the little ghost disappeared again.

Lin Jue had also sat down cross-legged.

After this, it was just as he expected—

Emperor Yu Jian of the South, in order to take charge of the Nine Heavens, once again started the struggle for incense and faith in the human world.

More than two hundred years ago, Jiang Zhaoren, one of the two attendant gods of Yili Shenjun Yi Li and also one of his younger siblings, was reincarnated into the mortal world, using the alias Jiang Ning, to run around in the human world and spread the faith of incense. Two hundred years later, Jiang Jianyue, another attendant god of Yili Shenjun Yi Li, was reincarnated into the mortal world again, still incarnated as a Daoist, running around in the human world and competing for faith.

This was what Daoist Jiang told them when he came to visit them.

Now Daoist Jiang was relatively free, and every few days he would come to the Mount Feng Ji Xianren Realm to visit Lin Jue and the junior sister. The few of them would take the cat and fox to travel around the mountains and water, boil tea and drink wine, either recalling past events or looking forward to the scenery of the future, chatting and having fun, feeling very free and easy.

After a period of time.

A few white clouds floated in the sky, and several immortals were drinking wine on the clouds, also discussing the current struggle for the orthodoxy of incense between the human world and the Nine Heavens.

"The gods of the south are indeed good at managing things," Zhenren Xuanming said.

"Although the gods of the south are good at managing things, the gods under the Purple Emperor are not as lazy as the gods under the Heavenly Lord of the previous dynasty; on the contrary, they are very diligent, capable of fighting and winning," Daoist Bai Luan shook his head and said. "Their incense is not so easy to compete for."

"I think so too."

Zhenren Master Master Moyu nodded and said:

"Although the Purple Emperor has not yet returned, for the gods of the north, this has instead discarded the two drawbacks of 'indiscriminately eliminating Yaoguai without regard for good or evil' and 'oppressing the human world, causing the emperor to be dissatisfied.' The Nine Heavens has always had the tradition that emperors cannot personally intervene in the struggle for the orthodoxy of incense. Even if Emperor Yu Jian is there, what of it? Doesn't he still have to rely on the True Lords, gods, believers, and Daoists under his command to compete with the north in terms of ideas and propositions?"

"I still favor the Emperor who monitors the heavens and subdues demons."

"Hard to say..."

The true nature of the three immortals seemed not to have changed because of that life-and-death battle; they were still the three immortals who liked to watch plays and eat melons.

Lin Jue was right beside them, without saying much.

Not long after, the white clouds stopped.

The three immortals also stopped talking and looked down. Some had solemn expressions, some looked helpless, and some were silent and melancholy. They all turned their heads and said to Lin Jue:

"This is the original cave dwelling of Daoist Meng Hua."

The fox climbed to the edge of the white cloud and looked down. Lin Jue and the junior sister also lowered their heads to look.

It was a sea of bamboo in the mountains, with bamboo growing for dozens of miles in all directions, so that from high in the sky, it felt as if the mountains were unusually soft, and when the wind blew, it set off waves. There was also some mist floating in the mountains, which did not look like ordinary morning mist or mountain haze, but the original concealment of the immortal.

Lin Jue looked left and right, searching everywhere, but could not find any soul or corpse of Zhenren Meng Hua.

"When an immortal attains the truth and the Dao, they shed their mortal body. After passing away, nine times out of ten, they will return to their origin. If they leave a soul, they will either be resurrected from the dead or enter reincarnation again. Where would there be any soul or corpse left in the human world?" Zhenren Xuanming shook his head and said, pointing his hand, and some objects flew up one after another from the bamboo forest below.

There were a few pieces of clothing;

There were a few books;

There were a few sheets of scrap paper;

There were a few broken brushes;

There were chessboards and chess pieces, wine pots and teacups;

All floating in the air.

Zhenren Xuanming checked them, discussed them with Daoist Bai Luan and Zhenren Master Master Moyu beside him, and chose two books from them:

"These are some notes of Daoist Meng Hua, perhaps recording some insights from his daily life. Anyway, the person is dead, so you can take them to look at, Daoist friend Lin, to see if there is any way to change your fate."

It seems one can only realize it oneself.

Lin Jue thanked them and took them solemnly.

"As for the others..."

Zhenren Xuanming hesitated for a moment and looked at the two people beside him: "Do you two Daoist friends want to keep anything as a souvenir? If not, I will leave them here. Perhaps in the future, someone with affinity will come and pick them up by accident, which will count as continuing this affinity with Daoist Meng Hua."

"Leave them here."

"That is the best."

The three of them were originally carefree and idle immortals, not greedy for anything, so their actions were naturally interesting and elegant.

The few of them drove the clouds away again, chatting, drifting with the wind for hundreds of miles, and then agreed to meet again in a few decades, before separating.

Lin Jue returned to Mount Feng.

Under the huge stone pavilion that had once sheltered Fuyao from the wind and rain, the fox was still lying down, lazy, while the Daoist was holding these two books, flipping through them casually.

"Whoosh..."

"... Yili Shenjun Fuchi fought three Zhenrens and two immortals alone. Zhenren Xuanming invited me to watch, but unfortunately, I calculated that there would be a disaster of weapons, so for the sake of safety, I could not go..."

Lin Jue glanced at the first page, and with a slight flick of his finger, the wind turned a page for him.

The stone pavilion leaked wind, and the mountain wind did not stop, blowing the books to flip pages constantly.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Suddenly it stopped on a page.

"Great calamities are hard to avoid... Heavenly fate is hard to change..."

Lin Jue looked carefully and flipped back.

The sun and moon revolved above his head, and the daylight was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Until these two books were finished.

"There are indeed some records, but they are only words and phrases," Lin Jue said to himself. "They are not of much use."

Looking up, the Great Dao seemed like stars, all before his eyes.

Lin Jue knew in his heart that the Great Dao that determines a person's talent and fate must also be among them.

Which one would it be?

Fortunately, Lin Jue himself did not know how much time he had left now.

The sun, moon, stars, and four seasons in the mountains revolved as usual. Fuyao accompanied him, the junior sister also cultivated in the mountains, Lord Luo often came to the mountains to farm and pick fruits, Daoist Jiang often came to visit, occasionally learning about the changes in the world and the progress of the disciples. The days were both leisurely and passed very quickly.