Tao Taigong was drunk, but the calling voice that came from nowhere sounded directly in his heart, which made him sober up. However, he did not sober up. Tao Taigong sat up and looked around. He was in a place with white all over. He saw only rolling clouds, which was ethereal and extraordinary.

This is obviously not the place where the temple of the earth god is located.

But I didn't feel anything unusual.

He just stood up instinctively, walked forward, and followed the sound. Suddenly, he saw flowers falling from the sky, golden lotus emerging from the ground, and countless streams of light gathering together. In this state of being half awake and half awake, Tao Taigong seemed to know that it was an immortal god coming. So he raised his hand, straightened his clothes, and then bowed, stepped forward a few steps, respectfully, and was about to speak when he saw the face of the immortal god who was surrounded.

The old man seemed to have suffered a second fright.

He even stuttered: "Qi...Qi Wuhuo?!!"

The young Taoist looked around and saw many strange things.

Tao Taigong seemed to see the young Taoist lower his eyes and shake his head, and muttered to himself: "So these spells have the same effect..."

"I see."

Then the young man was seen sweeping his sleeves, and all the strange images of the immortals such as clouds, rosy clouds, golden lotus and falling flowers disappeared.

The person who appeared before him was still the young man in ordinary blue clothes.

As if he had no self-awareness in his dream, Tao Taigong said, "Ah, Qi Wuhuo, are you back?"

The young Taoist said, "Well, how have you been doing in the mountains over the past year? Are you doing well?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "It's still good. Things in the mountains won't change much in a year or ten years. Even that Huangjing has been practicing for a thousand years. It could have transformed into a human form, but it insisted on waiting for you to come back and then said it would transform under your witness."

"Then it's only natural for me to ask you for a piece of pastry as a gift."

The young Taoist chuckled.

He stood up and walked slowly side by side with Tao Taigong.

This technique in dreams is to use my spiritual nature to communicate with the spiritual nature of others.

As Tao Taigong spoke, the originally vast white world suddenly changed. The familiar land and scenery of Helian Mountain appeared, with a deer spirit jumping beside it and the monkey that had absorbed the Gengjin stone and cultivated the Gengjin magic power.

There is also a little man transformed from a Polygonatum sibiricum.

Several other earth gods appeared beside the young Taoist priest and walked along the way, chatting and laughing, talking about what had happened in Helian Mountain over the past year. The young Taoist priest walked beside them, smiling, with his black hair hanging down on his temples and his hands lightly clasped behind his back. However, he did not look mature and steady, and there was a lightness in his steps that was unique to young people.

There was originally snow on both sides, but suddenly grass and trees grew. The buds of the grass and trees grew and eventually became lush. The flowers were fragrant, but then they withered. The leaves turned yellow, and the whole mountain was golden. Finally, the sky began to snow again.

The scenery of Helian Mountain over the past year was revealed in just these few steps.

Tao Taigong also recounted what had happened in the past year.

He said he had a temple, and that people didn't come here very often, only the monsters in the mountains liked to come here to avoid the rain.

He said his husband was looking for him and was worried that he might be lost.

However, Mr. Tao went to meet Master Su specifically.

It is said that the tender buds in the mountains in spring have a comfortable fragrance, that the flowers in summer are lovely, that when the mountains and fields are all red in autumn, the fruits are ripe, satisfying the little guys in the mountains, and that the mountains are swollen when snow falls in winter.

It is said that the spirits in the mountains miss you very much.

Tao Taigong said in his dream: "But it's good that you come back this time."

The young Taoist paused and said, "I can't come back now."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Hmm? What are you talking about again?"

"Aren't you back already?"

The young Taoist said gently, "Tell everyone that I miss them too. I have prepared last year's elixir."

The old man was puzzled and asked, "Are you leaving again?"

The young man thought of the many regrets written on the white paper and said, "Where has there been no farewell?"

The young Taoist stopped and said:

"Old Grandfather, at sunset tomorrow, you can build an altar in the mountains and beat the drum 24 times. The following is the precious edict..."

…

"Wine, wine..."

"I'm not drunk yet, not drunk yet!"

"Ah? Baogao!"

In the cave of the Earth God, Tao Taigong was in a daze, but suddenly he cried out and stood up abruptly. What he had just seen in the dream was already vague in his mind, but he just remembered the scroll of precious edict. While he still remembered it, he hurriedly took out paper and pen to write it down. But after writing it down, looking at this scroll of precious edict and the last sentence [Wuhuo Miaodao Zhenjun], he felt a tingling headache, not knowing whether he was still drunk.

"The Undoubted Treasure Edict..."

Tao Taigong lived to be three hundred years old and knew what this meant.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "In the Taishang lineage, the most important thing is character, followed by understanding, but..."

"This, this is too..."

“It’s not good for the heart.”

He looked around again and suddenly felt melancholy. He had clearly learned the Taoist Xuan Zong and the way of practicing the innate Qi from a young Taoist priest many years ago. However, he was full of confidence at the beginning, but later he was invited by his friends again and again to travel around the mountains and rivers and drink to his heart's content. Unconsciously, he gave up his practice again.

But this precious edict was like a bolt from the blue.

The old man looked at himself in the mirror, smelled the alcohol around him, and couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that I would be so decadent. I haven't practiced for a long time!"

"Godly Guardian, pass on my instructions!"

"Starting today."

"Stop drinking!"

…

Qi Wuhuo ended his dream and put away the jade book and the mountain god talisman. Through experimentation, he learned that many parts of the spells in this volume of "Xuan Tan Yuan Dian" were used to create various strange phenomena. The young Taoist did not quite understand why he should waste his spirit and soul to do such a thankless task.

So of course all these things were removed.

After thinking about it, I decided to buy some materials needed for Xuantan.

Let’s try with Master Tao tomorrow to see if we can send these pills directly over.

After all, Xuantan is not like teleporting in dreams. Teleporting in dreams can rely on Tao Taigong's jade book and one's own mountain god seal to make a simple altar. But tomorrow is the formal Xuantan, so one should be cautious. Qi Wuhuo packed up his things, took out some money, wrote a note about what he wanted to buy and stuffed it into his sleeve, then closed the door and headed towards Zhongzhou City while it was still early in the afternoon.

The combination of the earth god's method of escaping underground and the footwork of the "Hunyuan Sword Classic" became more and more handy.

Arrived at Zhongzhou Prefecture.

Chaofeng was sharp-eyed and took the initiative to greet him:

"Hey, little Taoist priest, you are here!"

"The city is so busy these days!"

Jiaotu laughed and said, "Many practitioners have great spirituality, but it is not pure. Few people can hear what we say."

“So he’s a bit of a grumbler.”

Chao Feng was furious: "Who is gossiping?! Your mouth is obviously bigger, isn't it?!"

Jiaotu was furious: "How dare you, a guy who starts talking nonsense when you see something wrong with other people's families?!"

The two statues, which had been quarreling for hundreds of years, began arguing again.

Chaofeng did not forget to say to Qi Wuhuo: "Little Taoist priest, don't go to the west. A very strange monk came there today. He said that he was destined to be here and he wanted to find a disciple. I saw a dazzling Buddha light on his head. He might have something. You'd better be careful not to be targeted by him!"

"You can go to the north."

"The east is a big place to go!"

Qi Wuhuo thanked him.

Chaofeng said casually: "It's nothing. Not many people can hear me anyway."

"Little Taoist priest, you must become a real person as soon as possible!"

The young Taoist nodded with a smile, and then he still put on a sleight of hand and walked into the city and went to the market town. There was a whole street specially prepared for the Xuantan ritual. After all, apart from the Taoists who were really good at Taoism and specialized in practicing rituals, many ordinary people would also use incense burners to smell the fragrance.

Qi Wuhuo was thinking about the Xuantan, where there were special kinds of fruits and vegetables, Dharma drums, incense burners, incense, nameplates, and yellow paper.

Since it is pointing directly to Xuantan.

Most people choose [Taste the Fragrant Fruit].

It is divided into five fruits and six vegetarian meals.

However, that volume of [Xuan Tan Original Text] also said that this was to allow practitioners to have a clear mind, and the immortals and gods would not actually come to eat the offerings.

The young Taoist still remembers the last elegant and freehand words in that volume of the original text, but he doesn't know who wrote it.

[The pure offering is the one who makes the offering, without any ego or possessions. Although he makes the offering, he does not cling to it.]

[Even if it's just clear water, it's fine]

[Clinging to offerings is forgetting oneself and not practicing, and one is not a practitioner]

However, why is there sugarcane among the fruits offered to the Jade Emperor? Does he like sweet things?

The young Taoist was puzzled. Fortunately, it was winter and there was sugarcane. If it was summer, where would he find it?

He bought some fruits from the East Market, some vegetarian fruits from the South Market, and went to the North Market to look for incense burners and Dharma drums. However, he did not expect that the incense burners and Dharma drums were more expensive than the young Taoist expected. Hearing the surprised voice, the Taoist who opened a shop smiled and said, "Where are you practicing, young Taoist?"

Qi Wuhuo replied with the same answer he gave to Yue Ji.

The old Taoist laughed and said, "He is a fellow cultivator."

"I saw that you have magical powers, so I took out the good stuff. My stuff is pretty good, but if I have to say the best, this is it." He lifted up his clothes, patted the Dharma drum on one side, and said proudly:

"It can communicate with ghosts and gods above and reach the netherworld below."

"It is a top-grade magic weapon. Even in the hands of ordinary masters of the magic lineage, it does not seem to be shaky. This is why it is expensive."

"I won't even give a hundred ounces of gold to anyone."

"I brought it here to give you a heads-up because I saw you were a fellow practitioner."

The young Taoist saw that there was indeed a trace of magic power flowing on the Dharma drum and said, "It's a good thing."

The old Taoist priest rarely saw someone who knew the value of the goods, so he smiled and said, "Really? This is only worth [Emperor of Heaven's Coins], so I exchanged it with him."

Qi Wuhuo was stunned. He did have three [Emperor of Heaven Coins] from Tan Tai Xuan in his hand, but he didn't know what they were used for. The old Taoist priest who had retired and opened an incense shop laughed and said, "It's normal for a young man who is a casual cultivator to not know about Emperor of Heaven Coins. This is a good thing. If you meet traveling gods and deities on the road, they won't recognize the big money of our mortal dynasty, nor will they care about gold."

"I only recognize this [Emperor's Coin]."

"Then what is the use of this Emperor's money?"

"Ha, of course we are making deals with the immortals and gods. They are all the ancestors of various schools. If they can get a little bit of it through their fingers, it will make our life easier. As for the weight of this [Emperor's Money], heh, you know that when ordinary people die, their souls will be taken away by the ghost messengers of the underworld, right?"

"The underworld's ghost messengers roam everywhere, and they all have lists in their hands."

"I know in advance whose soul energy will be exhausted today, so I am waiting in advance."

The old Taoist held up a finger:

"One [Emperor's Coin] can allow the ghost messenger from the underworld to take away your soul one last time."

"In other words, the soul can remain in the body for another half a day."

“As the saying goes, ‘Money makes the world go round.’”

"This money is the [Emperor's Money], and this ghost is the [Soul-Catching Ghost]."

"What this means is that as long as you have enough money from the Emperor of Heaven, you can even let those high and mighty ghost messengers and soul-collecting messengers in the underworld work like donkeys to push the millstone for you!"

The old Taoist was delighted to see the young Taoist's astonished expression. He felt a sense of comfort as a teacher, and stroked his beard, saying:

"I told you this today because you bought something from me."

"Little Taoist priest, as a casual cultivator, learn more."

The young Taoist thanked him, thought for a moment, and then asked, "But what do the gods and the ghost messengers of the underworld need the money from the Emperor of Heaven for?"

The old Taoist's thoughts paused.

The beard stroking action stopped.

"Um???"

Why did you think of this?

No, don't other people think that Tiandi Money is very powerful? Why do you want to think about why this thing is so powerful?

He coughed and said, "This, this, I can't tell you."

"It's not that I don't know, old Taoist priest."

Then he said quickly and loudly: "Ah, no more talking, little Taoist, which Dharma drum do you want?"

"Ah, business, business!"

The young Taoist had no choice but to choose a Dharma drum, and then left as the old Taoist wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

He should have gone back, but he suddenly remembered what Chao Feng said, so he paused, thought for a while, and simply walked towards the so-called "east is where everyone can go". He walked through the streets and the main trunk of the city where people were coming and going, and saw the bridge again. Starting from the direction of the city tower for several thousand five hundred steps and extending to the bridge, all the way to the place where market stalls were allowed.

Standing on the bridge, pedestrians come and go like an endless stream. There are nine bridgeheads under the bridge, and the river runs across this Zhongzhou city.

The young Taoist saw a very big tree in the distance. He had seen this old tree last time.

Under the tree, an old man was playing chess.

It was exactly the old gentleman whom I had seen before, with a moist breath and water vapor on his body, who had caused rain during the Jinzhou disaster.

The old man seemed to be setting up a stall, with a white paper sign next to him that read [Sitting east facing west, inviting guests to play chess]

[Challenge at will, three big coins at a time]

[The winner will get a sum of money]

But it is a chess stall for playing chess.

But now the one playing chess with the old gentleman is a ten-year-old boy.

The old man made his move happily:

"Ha, we win!"

The naughty boy dropped the chess piece and said in frustration, "No more, no more!"

When he stood up and was about to leave, the old man quickly stood up, took the child's hand, stretched out his finger, and said, "Play another round, play another round. No one wants to play chess with me recently. It's too boring."

"One round!"

"Just a game of chess!"

"I'm not charging you any money."

"After we finish playing chess, I'll buy you some candied haws, okay?"

The old man was coaxing the child when he suddenly realized something.

I looked up and saw the young Taoist priest over there.