Chapter 2: Qin Guang Wang

  Mystic Void is great, as long as it's not competing with that monkey for fame.

  Xuan Kong happily returned to his own case, completely ignoring the ** of his fellow disciples.

  "Haha, he was demoted by his master to a lower level. From now on, when we meet him, won't we have to address him as 'Shifu'?" said a Taoist priest who was one generation older than Xuan Kong.

  The person next to him was startled, hurriedly covering his mouth and whispering: "Shh, don't be too loud. Eldest Brother has a special talent, and Master is fond of him, who knows when he'll be taken back into the sect again."

  The Xishan Sect uses the order of entry as the standard for ranking generations. Therefore, Xu Kong's age is not great among his fellow disciples, but as the first disciple of Lao Da Chang, he is still listed above his fellow disciples. To say that, in daily life, Xu Kong has always been living in the back mountain's Yuewei Caotang, and his interactions with his fellow disciples are not close.

  All these years, apart from Old Daoist, no one else truly knew how far his cultivation had progressed.

  "Hey, if it weren't for the teacher being biased towards him, he could have passed the annual exam with just a bit of trickery?"

  "I went to deliver food to Big Brother Master the other day and heard that there were many people in his house, weren't they doing something secretive in the back mountain?"

  "Who knows? Anyway, the masters rarely go there, I think he's nothing special either."

  Xuan Kong has sat back in front of his own case, listening to the old Taoist's comments on this year's end-of-year exam results. His own pair of Xuan Tie Luo Han was still ranked last, barely passing, while his younger brother's wall-penetrating technique received praise from the old Taoist.

  They say he has a talent for Taoism.

  However, all the fellow masters have also gotten used to it. Every new disciple under each master would receive this evaluation during their first year's big exam.

  So this is also one of the reasons why they don't quite put Daxian's seniority in their eyes.

  The old Daoist said a few words and returned to the inner hall, Xuan Kong's seat was readjusted, and he sat at the entrance. The surrounding fellow disciples walked past him, their eyes always with some disdainful sneers or regret.

  "Big Brother Master......" Only Wang Qi walked to Xu Kong's side, worried that he was feeling unwell.

  Waiting for all the junior brothers to leave, Xuan Kong finally stood up from his seat, stretched and patted Wang Qi's shoulder: "It's nothing, my seniority will be below yours from now on. However, I must declare that I won't call you Master."

  Wang Qi was stunned by Xuan Kong's words, nodding and bowing his head to indicate that he absolutely dared not let Xuan Kong call him Master.

  Xuan Kong's eyes slowly swept over Wang Qi's body, and Wang Qi, who was wearing a brocade robe with a jade belt, was still quite handsome, at least much better than his own disheveled appearance. Was Pu Songling teasing him again?

  He walked on the stone steps of Shangqing Palace and looked into the courtyard.

  On the mountain in front of Qing Palace, many trees and grasses were planted. They were all decided by Lao Da Long to be planted here after he opened up the mountain and established his sect, and then sent Xuan Kong to search for them from various places. Among them, a peony was over 10 feet tall, and when it bloomed, it was as resplendent as brocade.

  There is also a mountain tea tree as high as two zhang and as thick as a fist.

  Most eye-catching.

  "Wang Qi is a young master of a noble family, and the peonies and camellias were transplanted by myself." With a somewhat melancholic gaze, Xuan Kong's eyes fell upon the plants in the courtyard, and he let out a sigh.

  It seems I still don't have enough good fortune.

  Behind the mountain, a thatched hut was built haphazardly on the edge of the cliff, leaving only a small patch of grass in front of the door, which was fixed by Xuán Kōng's magic spell. The grass grew luxuriantly against the cold winter wind. In the sky, the moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled.

  A wine jug on the ground and some meat dishes.

  Xuán Kōng lay slanting in front of his own door, leaning against the moonlight at the edge of the sky. Tomorrow looked like it would be another good day. How many years had he been in this world? Even Xuán Kōng himself didn't count anymore, only remembering that the trees at the foot of the mountain had withered and flourished dozens of times.

  "That's been over a decade......" Xuan Kong let out a soft sigh, raised his wine cup, and then put it back down.

  Drinking alone is so boring, really miss the brothers in the gang.

  Although they were just drinking buddies at that time, having them is still better than not having any!

  He put down the wine jug, Xuan Kong chuckled and walked to the dark side of the thatched cottage, hugging a human figure back: "Come, come, raise your cup to invite the bright moon, and cast a shadow to make three people!"

  Put that human-shaped thing on the ground, Xu Kong continued to sit down in a meditative position, facing the human-shaped statue and respectfully offering three cups of wine. He smiled and said: "The long night is tedious, tonight I'll have to ask my old brother to accompany me again." If Old Dao were to come and inspect the room at this time, he would be so angry that he would faint.

  No wonder soon after the construction of Lao Mountain Sect, the Temple of Yanluo on the mountain reported that the statue of Yanluo Wang was lost.

  The old Taoist priest was so frightened that he thought he had offended some Yama and was afraid of inviting trouble from the top to the bottom of Laoshan.

  It turned out that it was moved to Xuankong's Yueweicao Hall, and it must have accompanied him for over a decade.

  "Alright, alright, bring me another set of bowls and chopsticks!" Just as he was half-drunk, a long laugh suddenly came from the mountain cliff opposite.

  "What kind of monster?" Xu Kong was so frightened that his legs went soft, and he wanted to rush back to the thatched cottage to draw his sword, but he sat on the ground and couldn't get up. It's still not enough to cultivate one's mind, although it hasn't been long since I came here, I already know that this is a world where gods, Buddhas, demons and monsters roam everywhere.

  However, apart from the old Taoist priest who teaches magic, there are also many fellow apprentices following the old Taoist priest.

  In the desolate wilderness for over a decade, yet I haven't even seen a ghost.

  No wonder, after all, Laoshan is a fairy mountain blessed land, which demon and monster would come here to seek death after eating their fill?

  All I could hear was the laughter getting closer and closer, and a figure actually stepped out of thin air from the cliff. The man walked while laughing and said: "Thanks to my younger brother for inviting me to your house for ten years, coincidentally tonight I have some free time, so I'll come and fulfill your invitation!"

  As he approached, Xuan Kong took a deep breath of cool air. With the help of the night light, he could confirm that the guy who came was absolutely not a little ghost.

  Look at that person's face, it is exactly the same as the statue of Yanluo Wang that has been with me for over a decade.

  "Yan... Yan Luo Wang?" Xuan Kong stood up with the support of the wall, finding it hard to believe.

  That man burst out laughing, sat down beside Xu Kong, and poured himself a drink. He looked at Xu Kong with a smile and said: "I am Qin Guang Wang, I invited you to my banquet ten years ago, and today I came to thank you in person."

  Qin Guang Wang, named Jiang. Whenever a good person in the world is about to die, he will sign a warrant and send someone to summon his soul. He is a renowned existence among the Yin gods, ranking first in the underworld's first hall.

  "So it's like this, my life span has ended? Can I be reincarnated?" In Xuan Kong's nature, there was still a hint of the ruthless determination from his past life. After reading "Huang Ting Jing" for over ten years, he only appeared more refined.

  But deep down, I'm still fearless of heaven and earth.

  He patted his sleeve and stood up to follow Qin Guangwang. However, Qin Guangwang asked strangely, "Where are you going?" This mountain has a rich spiritual energy, and Qin Guangwang also sent an incarnation here to enjoy the incense offerings.

  On the mountain, there was someone who had been hosting himself for ten years. He originally thought it was some ghost or immortal seeking his protection, but unexpectedly, it was Xuan Kong who brought him to dispel boredom. Out of curiosity, he made a date for tonight.

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