Di Ting was unaware of what was happening behind him, and he was still drinking heavily, still very happy. The water in the underworld was turbid, and the wine brewed there was far inferior to the precious wines of the immortals in heaven. What's more, there was Meng Po there, and you didn't know if the jar of wine you took out at this time had anything added in it.

Even without this ingredient, it would still taste sour and astringent and not very delicious.

There is also a certain probability that the amnesia spell will be given.

Now that he had such an opportunity, he drank it right away. However, even such fine wine could not stop his mouth. He was still boasting to the star officials and gods around him. The three Taoist ancestors who concealed their whereabouts looked at each other. The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

After a long period of stagnation, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun suddenly laughed and said:

"Hahaha, this is really ridiculous. You and I are close friends. We have been fellow Taoists for many years. We have survived many disasters together. We have supported each other to achieve this. How can these things affect you and me?"

"My two Taoist friends, don't you agree?"

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "Of course it is so."

“This isn’t something worth talking about.”

The Supreme Master stroked his beard and smiled, saying gently: "I think this matter is simple."

The three Dao ancestors were all calm and said:

"You should worship me."

When the voice fell, the smile froze and their eyes swept over each other.

There was silence.

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun clapped his hands and smiled, his eyes sharp, and said: "Yunqin Wuhuo, both of them are my disciples, and their children should naturally worship me. My two fellow Taoists, this should not be wrong, right?"

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "I laid the foundation for him."

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun frowned and said, "They all learned the Jie Sword from me, and even their relationship when they were young has a lot to do with me. If it weren't for me, their relationship wouldn't be as smooth as it is now!"

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "I laid the foundation for him."

The corner of Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun's mouth twitched: "Can you change the sentence?"

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun looked at him calmly and said:

"Can."

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun: "..."

Sure enough, no matter how much time had passed, he just couldn't get along with the guy in front of him. During these countless years, the only one who could step on his bottom line with incredible precision and jump back and forth on the dividing line between irritating him and not irritating him was Yuqing in front of him.

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun was annoyed and simply didn't ask the Taoist. He just turned around, looked at the old man, and asked, "Tai Shang, what do you think?"

But when they turned around, they found that the figure of the old man stroking his beard and smiling slowly disappeared, and he was just an incarnation. Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun's expression was slightly condensed, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes narrowed, and they turned around together, but saw that the old man had gone to the front, smiling as before.

Shang Qing looked dazed, and then became furious:

"Great old man!!!"

Yuqing just shook his head helplessly.

The two Taoist ancestors rushed forward together, but when they passed by this place, their eyes swept across, passing the fortune teller in gray clothes, and then they took a step forward and arrived in front of the Zhenwu Temple.

The gods and fairies were all drinking happily and did not notice anything unusual. Only Di Ting, who had stood up, picked up the wine pot, and was singing and laughing wildly, suddenly stiffened and his scalp went numb. He sobered up in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he was sweating profusely.

"What's going on?"

“This feeling…”

Di Ting's mouth twitched, and he inexplicably had a bad feeling, and murmured:

"Could it be that I, did I say something wrong again?"

"Not to the extent that..."

He opened his mouth, and his spirit reminded him, and the alarm bells rang. When the immortal next to him toasted, Di Ting stood up, but before he could do anything, his body swayed, and he fell to his knees with a plop. It was an extremely standard kneeling posture, and he did it in one go with great skill.

The Giant Spirit, Yin De Ding Xiu Zhen Jun and other gods were stunned and dumbfounded.

"Hey, listen carefully, what are you doing..."

"Such a great gift cannot be used, hahahaha."

The fortune teller in gray was sweating profusely, his mouth twitched, he raised his head and looked at the group of immortals and gods surrounding him. For some reason, he felt extremely familiar, as if these things had often happened in the past. At this moment, his spirit flowed, and he was blessed. He raised his mouth stiffly and laughed dryly:

"Excuse me, could you please go to the Tushita Palace and lend me three incense sticks?"

"I want the thickest, thickest kind."

"ah???"

…

By the time the Three Pure Ones left, the child had been bathed in spiritual light, had the body of an immortal, and was naturally nourished. After hundreds of years of gestation, he quickly grew like a three-year-old child after birth. He changed his clothes and sat there, with big, black and bright eyes and black hair hanging down behind him. He was born with a delicate and pretty appearance, well-behaved and very adorable.

She looks like Yunqin, but the calm aura that emanates from her bones is just like Qi Wuhuo. The three Taoist ancestors were delighted at first sight and liked this child very much. Today, when the child was born, the Jade Emperor gave her a jade pendant and the Emperor of Beiji Ziwei gave her a dagger.

Fuxi had the Eight Trigrams to protect him, and the great master Xuandu threw over a gourd of Nine-Revolution Purple Gold Pills.

The Three Pure Ones looked at each other and stayed here for several days.

The child was precocious and intelligent. In a ceremony similar to drawing lots in the human world, the Three Pure Ones each placed a token representing themselves on the table. On the table were elixirs, wooden swords, jade talismans, and other treasures. The spiritual light was flowing brilliantly, which was enough to be called an infinite opportunity.

But the child looked at them with his big black eyes, but did not make a choice.

He simply reached out his hand and grabbed the fingers of Hou Tu Niangniang next to him with an intimate look on his face.

The Three Pure Ones all felt a little regretful. The Queen Mother Hou Tu Huang Di Ji smiled and held the child in her arms, saying gently, "It seems that it is difficult for the three Taoist friends to achieve perfection in the Great Dao. This child must become a disciple of my Di Ji."

The Supreme One stroked his beard and said gently: "Fellow Daoist Hou Tu has a strong foundation, and this child has a deep affinity with the Dharma."

Hou Tu Huang Di Ji said: "This child has a pure energy, and he practices breathing, alchemy and sword techniques. If the three Taoist friends have time, you can come to Ruizhu Palace and give him some pointers."

The Supreme One smiled and said, "It should be so."

This child was born an immortal, and when he was young, he took the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill, which was an extremely luxurious way of using it. He did not practice swallowing and inhaling the medicinal properties to improve his cultivation, but simply broke the pill into pieces and used the powerful medicinal power of the pill to cleanse his body and consolidate his innate Qi.

When she was young, she had no shortage of peaches from the Jade Emperor and ginseng fruits from the Wuzhuang Temple.

The old ox took the child to play everywhere, just like he did with Yunqin in the past.

Everyone inside and outside the Three Realms knew who the child's parents were, and they were already somewhat in awe of him. However, the child was cute and spiritual, and not arrogant or domineering, so the immortals and gods loved him very much. As for danger, later on, even Bodhi went along, so what danger was there?

Moreover, the Jade Emperor did not have any Taoist partner yet, and he almost regarded this child as his own junior. He once took her to play hide-and-seek in the Haotian Treasury, where she caught the Thousand-Li Eyes and the Wind-Hearing Ears. He doted on her very much, and anyone who dared to touch her would be caught the next day.

In his spare time, he would go to the Tushita Palace, sit on the back of the old blue ox and watch the clouds rolling and unrolling.

Every time this happened, the old man would take out a gourd of elixirs and hand them to her as a snack.

Only a few years later, he officially went to the Ruizhu Palace of the Earth God, and practiced with the Queen Mother Hou Tu, using Mount Tai as the ground for his practice. He was very talented, and had received guidance from the best masters of the world since he was young. His improvement in cultivation was not as good as that of the young Taoist who took advantage of the situation back then, but it was also steady.

Before we knew it, more than a thousand years had passed.

…

On top of Mount Tai.

On the top of Yuhuang Peak, a little girl who looked only about ten years old sat on the edge of the cliff, gently swinging her legs, her hair hanging down, her eyes peaceful and calm, watching the wind and clouds surge, but there was another stream of light, and before it dispersed, there was laughter, saying, "Sister Bixia, are you here looking at the scenery again?"

Bixia turned around and saw the person coming. It was a beautiful woman dressed in white. In her hand was a lotus lamp that emitted flowing light and sheltered the people around her. It was Yang Chan. Yang Chan's talent was far inferior to her brother. She could not find the right way in her cultivation and eventually took the path of the earth god.

Under Yang Jian's care and support, she finally cultivated to the highest realm of earthly immortals, and was awarded the title of mountain goddess in the mortal world. Holding the Precious Lotus Lantern obtained from the Zhenwu Palace, ordinary Zhenjuns are no match for her. And everyone knows that Huashan Holy Mother Yang Chan once received guidance from Hou Tu Huang Di Niangniang.

His elder brother is Yang Jian, who has been unparalleled in killing in recent years and is known as the number one war god in heaven.

She is the kind of person who, although beautiful, is the kind of person that no one in or outside the six realms dares to have any evil thoughts.

It has been three hundred years since he cultivated to become a terrestrial immortal. Recently, he has been feeling exhausted. When he breathes in and out, his cultivation has not made any progress. He is also feeling upset and unable to concentrate. He thinks that the Eight Tribulations are coming. However, for immortals, it is normal to have a premonition of the Eight Tribulations and encounter them after hundreds of years. If one is more casual, it may take a thousand years.

However, Yang Jian attached great importance to this and asked her not to practice for the time being but to go out and play for a while.

He had secretly made arrangements with all circles to prevent any young and foolish man from messing with his sister in the world of cultivation, the fairy world, and among all the spirits. All the forces with a little bit of cultivation had been secretly reminded by Yang Jian, and he planned to rely on this external object to help his sister avoid the disaster of love.

Of course, Yang Chan knew nothing about these things.

Yang Chan walked briskly to Bixia's side, sat down gently, and handed over the human snacks she had brought. The child, who looked only about ten years old, blinked and took it. Bixia herself was of a different status, being transformed from a clear primordial energy.

For her, the passage of time is different from that for others.

Others grow older every year.

She, however, considers two hundred years as one year.

She is the daughter of the Imperial Lord, and is herself immortal, but now she is just like a ten-year-old child.

Yang Chan often came to play with her. Today, they talked about the affairs of the world and her brother. She couldn't help but said in a depressed tone, "Second brother is really like that. After I entered the Eight Tribulations, he let me travel and play outside, but didn't let me go to see my old friends. It was so boring. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise, I would be bored to death!"

"Second brother is really something. Why is he controlling me so strictly at this time?"

Xiao Bixia nodded and took a small bite of a cake.

Yang Chan smiled and said, "Sesame cake, I like it too, it tastes sweet and fragrant, there are always good things in the human world... I heard that when the Great Emperor was young and had a relationship with Empress Yuanjun, they always liked to eat these human snacks when they were young."

When this matter was mentioned, the little girl froze. Yang Chan knew she had said the wrong thing. She looked at the child with dim eyes and said, "Are you missing your father again?"

Bixia nodded.

Yang Chan reached out her hand and ruffled the little girl's hair, and said softly, "I have seen him. I don't remember much at that time, but I vaguely remember that he was a very reliable and trustworthy senior. Nothing could stop him, and the final catastrophe would definitely not be able to stop him."

"We are connected by blood and soul. He must be able to feel that you are thinking about him."

"One day, I will come back to find you."

The little girl nodded and hummed softly. Yang Chan then told her some new things happening in the world to make her happy and divert her attention. Before she knew it, the sky was getting darker and bursts of thunder were heard in the distance. Then a stream of light came to the Taishan Taoist temple.

Yang Jian walked out wearing silver armor, and with a sweep of his battle robe, he turned into a black robe.

He is accompanied by divine generals such as the Seven Saints of Meishan.

Yang Chan spotted him, cheered, and walked forward, complaining in a low voice:

"Second brother, why did you come just now?"

The Seven Saints of Meishan beside him said with a smile, "Third Holy Mother, you know that a few years ago, the Second Master achieved a high position and was conferred the title of [God of Justice]. There are too many things that need to be done. Recently, these innate gods and demons have been too willful and more and more arrogant. The Second Master is in a high position and in charge of the army, so he naturally has a lot of things to do."

Yang Jian replied gently: "They won't be able to be so arrogant for much longer, but it is at this time that their counterattack becomes more fierce. However, these are the last few battles."

He glanced around and asked, "Didn't Senior Bodhi come today?"

The Bodhi of Fangcun Mountain has a unique status and a different seniority. If you really talk about it, except for the Three Pure Ones and his teacher Qi Wuhuo, his seniority will automatically double when he meets anyone else. He has the same origin and lineage as the original Buddha and has been nurtured for several kalpas. His seniority is so high that everyone has to admit defeat.

Yang Jian turned his eyes slightly and saw that Bixia seemed depressed today. Yang Chan said a few words softly, and Yang Jian understood. He leaned over and looked the child in the eye and said:

"Do you miss the Emperor?"

There is no need to say anything, such longing is self-evident, Yang Jian said with a gentle expression:

"Don't worry, he must be thinking about you at this time."

"He must want to come back, too."

Yang Jian thought about that day when he held the long sword horizontally and faced the back of the final god and devil, and his expression was melancholy. The events of that day seemed to be just yesterday and were still vivid in his mind, but it was almost two thousand years ago. He raised his head and saw the sky was still deep and distant, and he couldn't help but be dazed.

The outer world——

Endless starlight circulated, crisscrossing and transforming into a chessboard-like strange scene, magnificent and huge, as if it were as huge as the entire six realms. The gods and demons looked at the chessboard and the peaceful black-haired Taoist in front of them with deep eyes. The Taoist looked at the darkened chessboard and the chess pieces, and said calmly:

"It looks like you're going to lose."

"The day we part is the day I shall return."

“It’s coming.”