Ever since that magnificent and unparalleled battle.

There is no more legend of the Great Lord Zhenwu in the heavenly realm. The huge Zhenwu Palace just remains there empty and has never been removed. No one dares to mention it in front of the Jade Emperor. Since Zhenwu is gone, it is better to abolish the Zhenwu Palace as well.

Perhaps in the future, when the giant python returns from its training in the Xuanming Land of the North Sea, it will still replace Zhenwu's duties, but that would be the same as Laojun.

Zhenwu the Great Emperor of Heaven, and Zhenwu.

Taishang Laojun and Taishang.

However, only the names are similar. In the hearts of the immortals and gods, they have different weights after all.

Time passed between heaven and earth, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred years had passed. The Great Emperor Zhentian gradually became a legend, and the legend gradually disappeared and was no longer often mentioned.

No matter human or immortal, no one will be stuck in the past, and they will all look forward.

Yang Jian from the heaven became famous throughout the world, and Sakyamuni Buddha replaced Amitabha Buddha and became the Buddha leader of the Five Elders.

The six realms are magnificent and turbulent, with endless stories and legends to tell. However, the human world does not care about the stories in heaven. The wooden statue of the Great Emperor Zhenwu is still popular in this world, and those who have really witnessed the battle more than two thousand years ago are now the ancestors of various sects.

They would never tell this to others.

However, only in the human world, as long as there is smoke from cooking, the legend will continue to be sung.

Wherever there is water, there will always be people telling ancient stories and epics. Even if the stories and epics themselves have been mottled by time, the characters in the legends will still leave different influences on people's lives.

Such influence may be a legend without a beginning or an end, or it may be a habit.

For example, if you ask about the origin of the statues enshrined in the house, even the oldest man in the village can't say anything. In the end, he just said, "It brings good luck and wards off evil spirits." Why is it warding off evil spirits? No one knows, but people from generation to generation still stubbornly remember that it once protected the world.

Then, I trusted him simply and purely.

Yong'an Town is not a very big town, but it has an auspicious reputation and makes people feel comfortable. Yong'an Yong'an, forever peaceful, so many people are willing to live in this town. Since people live here, there naturally needs to be craftsmen corresponding to all aspects of life.

There are woodcutters, butcher Zhang who kills pigs and perms their hair, and restaurants that serve trendy dishes.

There is also a teahouse for people to relax and unwind.

Among these different kinds of people, there are also contradictions and conflicts.

Only two people were different. These two people were the most respected by everyone. Even though they were the most vulgar, Zhang the butcher, who could hold a knife and curse a widow for three streets, was polite from the bottom of his heart. They were a couple, both of them were god-like figures.

The woman was a very skilled doctor, and her husband was a teacher who taught literacy and preached the Dharma.

For the people of Yong'an Town.

You can not eat meat, but at least you can not eat pork from Butcher Zhang.

But who doesn't get sick? Whose children don't need to learn to read and practice martial arts? Of course it's impossible, so I have great respect for this doctor. In addition, these two are kind and gentle, like gods. Some poor families are taught to read and write for free, and their illnesses are diagnosed and cured with medicine.

He is even more respected.

Everyone in this small town respects them. During the holidays, they are willing to bring some gifts to pay a visit to them. Even just walking in the door and saying a few words makes them feel really comfortable. They can brag about it to their neighbors for half a year. These two never accept these things for free and will also prepare some gifts in return.

People often say that reciprocity is the key.

How can anything be clear and understood between people?

After these visits, they developed friendships and relationships, and gradually became familiar with each other. Today, Butcher Zhang slept in and got up late. When he was walking hurriedly, he saw that the gentleman in the teahouse over there actually had three guests.

Among these three guests, one was a middle-aged Taoist priest, one was a kind old man, and the other was a free and easy and handsome young man. They all had extraordinary demeanor and were obviously masters at first glance.

Even the teahouse owner, who used to consider himself a former imperial academy teacher and was quite aloof and proud, brought two pots of tea and some snacks and delivered them personally. The butcher thought to himself that he must not let this shabby tea seller take all the credit.

He immediately returned to the pork shop at home, sifted through the selection, and chose his most proud braised meat. He took a large white coarse porcelain plate, took a large teapot, boiled it several times with boiling water, then carefully cut the braised meat, placed the plate, and brought a pot of wine over.

When he sent it over, the storyteller in the teahouse was telling stories about immortals and gods, such as the story of Zhenwu Emperor, who fought off all the demons with a sword when he was a young man. Butcher Zhang could not help but curl his lips. Although he was a big and strong man, he respected scholars the most. He just didn't like these stories about immortals that sounded so vague and distant.

He prefers the legend of the mighty King Li Zhai and the story of Emperor Taizong Wen.

There is also the story of Master Su's wise judgment of a case and the legend of Master Jiubei. These stories are real and can be verified by historical materials. Just like a sip of strong liquor, burning the lungs and spitting it out in one breath, who wouldn't say it's a great pleasure? Those legends of immortals and gods are beautiful and beautiful, but they are too light and ethereal.

It's like a sip of tea, entering the mouth and then going into the stomach.

Light and vague, floating and misty.

It tastes good, but that's just the way it is.

It can be said that it has no taste, but when you smack your lips, you can inadvertently find a hint of aftertaste and lingering aftertaste that is hard to describe. That's why this butcher and the teahouse owner who opened a teahouse and hired storytellers to sell a few kilograms of legends and heroic songs have always been at odds with each other.

When he came in, he didn't look at the main dishes in the teahouse. He just carefully carried the food in his hand and brought it to the gentleman's table. Then he sang a fat promise and said, "Sir, I'm outside. I just saw that you have guests. Coincidentally, I have some freshly braised meat and a pot of good liquor."

"I'll just send it to you guys, just have a bite and enjoy it!"

As he said, he is a rough guy.

When he spoke and did things, he was always straightforward and hearty, but he didn't like those people who quibbled with words. He was too bored. At this moment, he just said whatever he wanted to say, but the teahouse owner not far away staggered and almost fell to the ground. He grinned and cursed inwardly, "Idiot."

Saying this shows that there is no sincerity at all and it is also disrespectful to the senior master.

However, he had already seen that this teacher was a man of great importance with a gentle demeanor like jade. Although he was not a promising person, he had spent twenty or thirty years in the provincial academy, but he had never seen such a demeanor. He thought that perhaps only the teacher in the academy in the provincial capital could have such temperament.

This gentleman has already done so.

Then aren't these guests also masters? !

In the past, the teahouse owner and Zhang the Butcher had never gotten along, and now he was a little worried about him, worried that he had angered these three people. However, he never expected that the young man would slam his sword on the table and laugh, "What a coincidence, what a coincidence, I just said that the tea tastes bad. If there was this strong liquor, it would be something that could barely go down my throat."

"Hahahaha, that's brilliant!"

The young man put the wine cup on the table, poured the liquor into the cup, drank several cups in a row, then took the chopsticks, picked up several chopsticks of the braised meat and put them into his mouth. He was so happy that the butcher grinned. However, he never thought that although the young man looked young, he was a very generous and happy person.

Another cup came from nowhere, and he poured a glass of wine for the butcher, saying, "Come on, have a drink too. The wine is good and tastes good. The meat is not bad either. Hahaha, thank you very much."

Butcher Zhang had no choice but to hold the wine glass with both hands, then drank the wine. He turned around and said goodbye without disturbing the chat of these people. However, he felt a little dizzy and didn't know what was going on.

In the past, I could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. I could drink jars of ordinary wine without any problem, and I would feel comfortable and refreshed after going to the toilet to get some water. Why is it like this today?

After just one drink, I felt like I was staggering and about to get drunk, and for some reason, I felt extremely happy, and a bit of inexplicable pride, as if when I was old, I would be able to chat with my children and grandchildren, and talk about the thing I was most proud of, which might be the glass of wine I drank today. But why?

Butcher Zhang is a rough man, a real rough man.

He didn't think about the reason and just let himself stagger away while drunk.

The sky is high and the sun is far away, drink wine and eat meat!

Drunk and dreaming!

happy!

What a pleasure!

The young Taoist saw him walking away, but he smiled carefreely and said, "He is a rough man, but also a wonderful person. Wuhuo, Wuhuo, your secluded place is not bad, quiet in the midst of noise, interesting and fun. But if you want to live in seclusion, why don't you stay in some cave? Why do you have to come to the human world?"

The gentleman in the blue shirt said gently, "We are originally guests in the human world, so we will naturally come to the human world."

Tai Shang shook his head and said helplessly: "You, you."

"After the matter was over, you left immediately without any reluctance at all. I really don't know who you learned this temper from." He said this, but there was a hint of pride in his tone.

Finally, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the Taoist in front of him who seemed to have an ordinary cultivation level, pondered for a moment, and finally stopped to ask: "How is it? With your current realm, it is enough to go forward with us. I came to ask today for this reason."

Mr. Blue Shirt said, “But, my disciple is already walking on my path.”

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun looked at him deeply, and finally nodded with a smile: "Shangshan is like this."

So I never mentioned this matter again.

The three of them came here to chat, drink wine, take tea, and talk about the events of the six realms.

It said that Yang Jian became famous, and that Shangqing Lingbao Da Tianzun discovered that his mount actually had a son in the lower world.

It was a big water buffalo with white hair. Calculating the time, it was around the time when Qi Wuhuo had just ascended to heaven. The water buffalo seemed to have gone to congratulate the old blue ox on reaching the level of the Emperor. After that, it came back and found an excuse to go down to the mortal world and left behind a seed, which made Lingbao Tianzun very angry for a while.

It is said that the Jade Emperor's methods are becoming more and more sophisticated, but he is also gradually losing his original intention.

Talk about the ever-changing world.

It is said that heroes rise and fall unpredictably.

A cup of tea and a pot of wine.

It talks about all the affairs of the world and describes all the events in the six realms.

When they said their final farewell, the gentleman in blue shirt saw the three teachers off and left the town. At the town gate, the old man turned around and looked at the Taoist priest in front of him. In a trance, he seemed to be able to see the past, when the young man carried him on his back for 1,200 steps. So a gentle smile appeared on his face:

"Well, fellow Taoist, let's stop here."

Mr. Blueshirt stopped.

The three Dao ancestors smiled gently, and Yuqing said, "Daoist friend is here, we can discuss Dao together someday."

The Three Pure Ones turned around, one heading east and the other heading north.

Only the old man just strode forward, walking farther and farther away, but no one knew where he was going.

What we see today is that the scenery is still the same, and the world is still warm and peaceful. Mr. Blueshirt gently watched the three teachers leave. After a long time, he smiled, turned around, and walked towards home step by step, thinking about what to eat today.

The daily necessities of life are the flavor of human life.

Passersby greeted him proactively, and he returned the greeting, saying enthusiastically that he had just picked some vegetables and asked the gentleman to take some back. He smiled and agreed, but did not settle the accounts immediately, as everyone had their own accounts. When they reached the center of the town, they heard bursts of noisy sounds ahead.

Many people in the town gathered in front of them, forming a big circle, seemingly watching something, excited and scared. Someone asked, "Is this a monster? It doesn't look like a creature from the Land of All Spirits, but how can an ordinary monster enter the great formation of human destiny of our race?"

"Yes, but when I see him like this, I don't think he is a villain."

"Damn it! He stole my clothes!"

"Yes, yes, and he even ate my noodles!"

Another voice shouted, "And you ate my noodles!"

So the man from before became angry and said, "You, you, you, don't imitate me!"

The voice after that laughed again and clapped its hands, "Ah!! You, you, you, don't imitate me!"

Everyone burst into cheerful laughter. The man was so angry that he was about to attack. But someone said, "Ah, here comes the teacher! The teacher is knowledgeable and will know the answer. Old Liu, please move aside."

There was a noise and a shove, and the people made way for the gentleman in the blue shirt.

Mr. Blue Shirt came in, saw the "man" who was surrounded, and smiled, saying gently: "I will pay for his meal and clothes." After saying this, the man who had his clothes taken away and had eaten noodles was not so angry, and said repeatedly:

"No need, since you recognize me, it's fine."

"Disperse, disperse!"

"Ahem, stop gathering around here!"

People seemed to trust the man in blue shirt very much. When they saw him coming, they all dispersed. The man in blue shirt watched them leave gently. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that the person who had just been surrounded was actually a monkey. It was wearing an ill-fitting blue outfit and brought a bowl of noodles. It also expressed its gratitude and bowed repeatedly, saying:

"Old Immortal, the disciple is taking action!"

Mr. Blue Shirt said gently, "Don't worry, don't worry, who are you and why are you here?"

The monkey said, "Disciple, I was originally from the Flower-Fruit Mountain in the East China Sea. I lived a carefree life for three to five hundred years. Suddenly, I felt the pain of life and death, so I floated from the sea to this land to seek an immortal fate." He did not know where he had learned the etiquette of the human world. He seemed to know that he was not following etiquette, so he bowed and said,

"I don't know what the old immortal's name is, disciple, what's your name?"

The sun is warm and the world is bright.

The man in blue shirt put his right hand behind his back, bowed slightly, touched the monkey's head with his left hand, and replied with a gentle smile:

"I?"

"I am a poor Taoist, and I have no doubts."

"That is to say, in this life, there is no doubt."

(End of this book)

(The story begins with Taishang meeting Qi Wuhuo)

(The story ends with Qi Wuhuo meeting Wukong)

(Bows)