Chapter Three: The Wine Jar

  "Aren't you going to take me away?" Xuan Kong stared at Qin Guang Wang with wide eyes.

  Qin Guang Wang burst out laughing and said: "I thought you were a fearless young brother, but it seems you still can't see through life and death."

  "Are you afraid of death?" Xuan Kong lost his temper, sat down on the ground, and then laughed: "Being afraid of death is human nature. What's wrong with me being afraid of death? If people weren't afraid of death, why would they cultivate their health, practice Taoism, or accumulate virtues?"

  Qin Guangwang was stunned by Xu Kong's series of questions and didn't know what to say for a while.

  "You're afraid of death, but you're not afraid of me?"

  He didn't know that Xuan Kong had been through thick and thin, and was used to being on the edge of a knife. He seemed like an ordinary little rascal, but before a group fight started, he would be afraid in his heart. However, once the fight began, if you didn't hit others, they wouldn't let you off either.

  It's just like being a soldier in battle, once you're on the battlefield, if you don't kill others, they'll kill you.

  So, when it comes down to it, Xuan Kong has a kind of "I don't care about anything" attitude.

  He turned back and took another set of bowls and chopsticks from the micro-grass hall, placing them on the ground. Xuan Kong curled his lip: "I've always heard that Yan Wang is easy to see, but small ghosts are difficult to entangle. I've also heard that a person's lifespan and fortune are predetermined. If my lifespan has reached its end, can you spare me for just a moment? If my lifespan hasn't ended and you take my soul away, wouldn't that be disrupting the heavenly numbers, a crime of no small magnitude?"

  Qin Guangwang clapped his hands and said: "Before I came, I had heard that Mount La had produced a Wukong, whose cultivation was profound and whose courage was not small. Today, I have indeed seen him."

  Xuan Kong was not surprised, he lived alone in the back mountain, and often some mountain spirits came to disturb him.

  It was just the jingguai he had seen before, and when he came to find him, he had always transformed into a human figure, looking no different from ordinary people. That's why Qin Guang Wang's strange appearance today scared Xuan Kong, but now that he has come back to his senses, it's actually nothing big deal.

  Xuan Kong suddenly burst out laughing and told Qin Guang Wang about the events that had occurred during the day, proudly saying: "From now on, my Daoist name is Xuan Kong, Brother Qin Guang Wang must not forget it."

  The first person who actively asked Yan Wang to remember his name was probably Xuan Kong.

  Fortunately, Qin Guang Wang had also gotten used to Xu Kong's straightforwardness tonight, so he nodded and said, "Alright, since you've called me 'older brother', I'll acknowledge you as my younger brother. What's the harm in that?"

  Qin Guangwang squeezed his eyes and said, "However, you're wrong about one thing. You are a disciple of Lao Mountain, which also makes you a Qi-refining Master among the Three Teachings. Haven't you heard that the path to cultivation is to go against Heaven? If you can make it through, you can roam freely in the world; if not, your soul will scatter and I won't be able to save you either."

  The lifespan of ordinary people is on Yan Wang's book of life and death, so whose hands are the lifespans of these immortal families in?

  Xuan Kong didn't mind, spreading his hands: "Everyone says that longevity is good. I'm already on the path to immortality now, what more could I ask for?"

  Qin Guangwang did not expect Xuan Kong to be so open-minded, and he also applauded, saying: "If everyone were as content as you, there wouldn't be so many disputes in this world."

  Xuan Kong swallowed the wine in his cup and wiped his mouth: "Actually, when it comes to it, there really is a wish."

  Qin Guangwang concentrated his mind, wanting to hear what kind of pursuit Xuan Kong would have.

  It's not actually his own wish, he was raised by the old Taoist in the Congshan Sect since childhood, always thinking of ways to repay the old Taoist's kindness. And what makes the old Taoist unforgettable is how to develop and expand the Congshan Sect.

  As he grew older, Xuan Kong would occasionally receive tasks from Lao Da Zhang to go down the mountain.

  Most of them were buying daily necessities for their fellow monks on the mountain.

  In the town at the foot of the mountain, there was also a tavern where many traveling merchants came and went. Xuan Kong's hands and feet were quick to handle matters efficiently, and after finishing his tasks ahead of schedule, he would sit in the tavern for a while. Listening to the patrons boasting to each other, he gradually gained some understanding of this world.

  The dynasty is still called Great Song, but there are no Western Xia, Tubo, Jin, Mongolia and other border countries that should have existed in history.

  It was from those traveling merchants' mouths that I heard the names of Chechi and Nü'er mentioned.

  Although the practice of cultivation has always been secretly transmitted in various major immortal sects, it is not considered entirely illusory by the common people. Especially in today's world where yin and yang are inverted, politics are chaotic, and in the mortal realm, no one knows how many hidden demons have been lurking for thousands of years.

  In short, the world is in chaos.

  Qin Guangwang listened to Xuan Kong's words and didn't think much of it, haha laughed and said: "Not bad, little brother you are a person with no father or mother, naturally you have to be filial to your master!" However, how many people in the world cultivate immortality?

  Cultivate Taoism, cultivate Buddhism, cultivate Confucianism, cultivate demons, cultivate devils, cultivate ghosts, cultivate monsters, and the exercises are even more varied.

  It's easy to say that you want to develop and expand the Laoshan school, which was founded less than a hundred years ago, but it's hard to do.

  However, Xuan Kong was not anxious. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. But after coming to this world, he became the eldest disciple of the Ling Shan Sect, and his starting point was already much higher than others. Moreover, as a cultivator, one had eternal life and plenty of time to waste.

  Accompanied Qin Guangwang to drink a few more cups, Qin Guangwang also drank happily.

  Xuan Kong was originally a generous and open-minded person, and the two of them hit it off immediately, with topics flowing endlessly. However, compared to Qin Guang Wang, who held power over the underworld, Xuan Kong spent most of his time listening. As an immortal for many years, Qin Guang Wang had accumulated a wealth of knowledge about strange and unusual events within the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.

  Xuan Kong listened to his explanation of the Xianjia school while constantly refilling his wine from the jug.

  Qin Guangwang's face turned red as he held back Xuangong, exhaling alcohol fumes and said: "It was I who came suddenly, this small wine jug is hardly enough for the two of us to drink."

  Xuan Kong smiled and said, "Brother Qin Guang Wang doesn't know that this wine jug of mine also has a bit of fame. It's a magical treasure I refined in my spare time when I was bored. As long as you add cold water to it and pour it out, it becomes fine wine. Moreover, I've added the Mustard Seed Seal spell inside, so there's still space to store a hundred jars of old wine."

  Others refine instruments, all refining some knives, guns, swords and halberds to kill and protect their lives with magical treasures. Who has seen anyone waste their efforts on drinking utensils?

  Qin Guangwang also didn't believe it, shaking his head and laughing: "You're deceiving me again. I'm familiar with the technique of Mustsura's mantra for converting water into wine, but as for turning white water into wine, I've never even heard of such a divine power."

  He raised an eyebrow, this was his proud technique, self-created. But he just smiled with pursed lips, not paying attention to Qin Guangwang, only making Qin Guangwang's face turn red, and said: "Little brother, if you can make the white water turn into wine in front of me using this technique, I will grant you a great reward!"

  Who is Xuan Kong?

  A big brother-like figure who had mixed with society and become a refined person in his previous life, was waiting for Qin Guangwang's words. He immediately clapped the board, not waiting for Qin Guangwang to regret it, and hurriedly turned around to take out a basin of water from the thatched cottage, pouring it into the small wine jug with a gurgling sound.

  But a full pot of water was poured in, and yet the wine jug did not overflow.

  Qin Guangwang exclaimed, "This is just some sleight of hand, although it's also amazing, but not as incredible as you said." Seeing Xuan Kong standing still, Qin Guangwang hastily picked up the wine jug and filled his own cup to the brim.

  Xuan Kong smiled and looked at Qin Guang Wang's changing face, all of whom were connoisseurs of wine, and didn't need to taste it, just smelling the aroma was intoxicating. Qin Guang Wang remained silent, raised his head and drank a cup, smacked his lips, and indeed it was as good as the fine wine he had drunk before, only then did he concede defeat.