Chapter 6: Come, Fellow Daoist, drink some soup!

Chenxing slept very peacefully.

He even had a dream, a long dream.

In the dream, he feared no erosion from the power of time, and no karma could be added to his body. He could travel the River of Time without any scruples and comprehend the Dao fruits of innate gods in the endless time and space.

One day, he realized his own body, and the Great Dao was profound.

Just as Chenxing was about to step out of the River of Time and attain transcendence, a giant hand like a cage suddenly reached out from the vast time and space, grabbing him, making it impossible for him to break free no matter what!

"Hehe, this time I have a treat!"

The evil laughter resounded through the heavens: "What transcendence, what attainment, it's all fake."

"You are just food raised by this seat!"

No!!!

"My life is determined by me, not by heaven!" Chenxing shouted, about to make a final struggle against the mastermind.

And then... he woke up from the dream.

"Where am I?"

"Yo, you're finally awake." What caught Chenxing's eyes was a familiar smiling face.

This voice was also a bit familiar.

"Why am I here? Where is this?" Chenxing's brain was dizzy; he remembered that he seemed to have slipped into the River of Time to avoid Luo Hou.

What happened later?

"You're still in the River of Time!" The ferryman, who had changed his image, looked at Chenxing, who was confused in the pot, and nodded. It seems the force just now was just right—dazed but not brain-damaged.

"Fellow Daoist Comrade Ji Du? Why are you here?" Chenxing finally realized he was still in the form of a fish. And, at this time, he seemed to be in a pot? Chenxing swam in the rolling soup, confirming that this was indeed a large pot.

"Me? Of course, I'm just passing by." The ferryman said casually, "After you left, we didn't end the meeting long after. Anyway, since I was bored, I came here to take a look, and by the way, find some topics for the next meeting."

This ferryman was, of course, Xiang Xuanqing, or more accurately, a wisp of Xiang Xuanqing's divine sense.

This ferry boat was actually the Ferry Boat of the Netherworld. Originally, the main task of this boat was to shuttle between the boundaries of life and death to pick up wandering souls.

But reincarnation had not yet emerged in this era, and the underworld did not exist, so there were no wandering souls to pick up.

Later, Xiang Xuanqing thought about it—the River of Forgetfulness is a river, and the River of Time is also a river. Where is it not ferrying?

So Xiang Xuanqing simply put the Ferry Boat into the River of Time and divided a wisp of divine sense here to comprehend the Dao.

Before this, the only one who had been on this boat was Luo Hou, and now Shui Yao Chenxing, who had turned into a fish, had to be added.

Looking at Chenxing in the pot, the ferryman said: "When I arrived at the Mother River of Space-Time, I happened to meet Fellow Daoist Luo Hou who was rushing back. I saw with my own eyes him slap you unconscious and throw you to the bottom of the river. It was I who fished you up."

"Is that so?" Chenxing recalled, and he did indeed hear Fellow Daoist Luo Hou's voice.

"Then why am I in a pot?"

"Of course, to save you!"

The ferryman lied solemnly: "You sank to the bottom of the river and your divine wisdom was eroded by the power of the Mother River of Time, so I set up a pot and brewed some soup for you. It took a lot of effort to eliminate your negative influences."

Chenxing suddenly realized: "So that's it. I was saying why my memory was a bit blurry; it turned out to be the influence of the Mother River of Time, impacting my divine wisdom."

He wasn't coming to the Mother River of Time for the first time, and the same thing had happened to him before, so he didn't doubt the ferryman's statement.

After a while, Chenxing felt his divine wisdom gradually returning, so he jumped out of the pot.

Upon landing, the image of a graceful and dashing Daoist manifested. He bowed to the ferryman: "Regardless, thank you first."

"We're our own people, don't be polite." The ferryman's lips curled up. The effect of the dream Daoist's soup is not bad; it's worthy of being the signature product of the future Netherworld.

Chenxing stood on the ferry boat, looking at the vast river, the magnificent scenery of endless years at a glance. His expression moved slightly, and he looked down at the sturdy small boat: "Fellow Daoist, this boat..."

"Just a small toy, don't worry about it." The ferryman took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup.

"A small toy?" Lord Chenxing's mouth twitched. Being able to drift freely on the Mother River of Space-Time and letting the people on the boat not be affected by any negative influence, you call this a small toy?

Is this effect too heaven-defying!

"Don't worry about this for now, come, Fellow Daoist, drink some soup." A bowl was extended in front of Lord Chenxing. "No need, thank you... Gulp~~" After a bowl of soup, a flash of confusion passed through Lord Chenxing's eyes.

"Where were we just now?"

The ferryman answered: "You just said that your other incarnations should be in trouble."

"Oh right!" Lord Chenxing sighed while sensing his 108,000 incarnations: "Seven percent of the incarnations have encountered accidents, and the remaining three percent are also on the way to being finished. It seems Fellow Daoist Luo Hou has gained a lot from this trip!"

At the same time, Chenxing was secretly rejoicing, looking at the ferryman with gratitude.

Fortunately, Comrade Ji Du fished him out, otherwise, it would have been a total wipeout this time.

"Fellow Daoist, I have one more presumptuous request." Chenxing hesitated for a moment, looking at the ferryman a bit embarrassedly, "I don't know if I can stay here for a while longer, after all, Fellow Daoist Luo Hou..."

"Of course!" The ferryman smiled. A tool man delivered to the door, why not use him?

It just so happened that he wanted to see what the situation was with the Chaos Demon God Luo Hou mentioned.

Unaware, Lord Chenxing breathed a sigh of relief and didn't spare any praise: "Fellow Daoist Comrade Ji Du, a true brother!"

"At the next Weiyuan Society meeting, I will listen to my brother. If my brother says go east, I will never go west; if my brother says go to heaven, I will never go to earth!"

"We're our own people, no need for this, no need for this!" The ferryman was moved. He had already taken out the shadow mirror to record the scene just now.

Lord Chenxing looked around, "By the way, Fellow Daoist Comrade Ji Du, your boat..."

"Come, Fellow Daoist, drink another bowl of soup."

"No need, thank you... Gulp~~ Gulp~~"

Chenxing's Adam's apple bobbed up and down; he drank another bowl of the special Meng Po soup.

"Where were we just now?"

Netherworld.

Xiang Xuanqing's true body returned after the meeting.

Everything that happened in the River of Time flashed through his mind. He first frowned, then shook his head and laughed: "That's about enough, don't go too far."

After instructing the ferryman, Xiang Xuanqing scanned the Dushu Mountain again. The Divine Shen Tao Shu was staying in its original place, and seeing it freely swallowing innate divine light, it was clear that it had adapted to the environment of the Netherworld, and even the ninety-nine divine peaches had turned pitch black.

"Fellow Daoist, borrow a branch."

After greeting the Divine Shen Tao Shu, Xiang Xuanqing took a branch.

When he passed the Naihe Bridge, a god suddenly drilled out from under the bridge.

"Master!"

"It's the River of Forgetfulness." Xiang Xuanqing looked at the spirit of the River of Forgetfulness and asked: "What are you doing here?"

The River of Forgetfulness was in the image of a young man. He respectfully said to Xiang Xuanqing: "The Master of the Blood Sea came once, and left in a hurry when he saw the Master was not there."

"Ming He?" Xiang Xuanqing smiled, "He wants to drag you to do some research again, right? No wonder you're hiding here."

The River of Forgetfulness nodded.

"Besides the Master of the Blood Sea, a projection stayed in the Netherworld for a short time, Sister Meng told me not to worry about it."

"A projection?"

Xiang Xuanqing nodded gently, "I know, you go first."

"Yes!"

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