Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1182 The Prince of Huai visits the immortals, I visit the Prince of Huai (Together)
The jellyfish shone brightly, illuminating the half-lit hut. The dragon spirit silk shimmered with light and shadow, and blue cats and brown mice circled around the pillars. The scene was noisy and lively, but then it suddenly fell silent, turning into a silent play.

With no one around to look closely, the otter yawned, tossed its paws aside, and leaned against the blanket with its belly sticking out.

One hundred taels, at most one night of singing, anyway no one's watching, so why can't the otter slack off?

The maid looked dejected.

She couldn't understand the conversation between the immortal and the Prince of Huai, and now she couldn't even see a shadow.

"That which is above form is called the Way; that which is below form is called the instrument..."

The Holy Emperor pondered.

Liang Qu was secretly pleased. He watched as the immortal went from lying down to leaning back, from leaning back to sitting up straight, and then straightening his pen-holding posture, carefully considering his draft of the technique.

it works!

Can something written perfunctorily be of the same quality as something written seriously? Can it have the same effect? ​​Getting the immortal to sit up is not a waste of breath. If I don't say something real, the immortal will never be so serious.

made money.

I racked my brains, trying my best to digest what I had learned in my political class.

He roughly guessed why the immortal would ask him this question. Having cultivated to the Furnace Realm, everything he possessed had long reached its peak. In this state, the more he wanted to achieve something, the more he would pay attention to trivial matters, contemplating life, society, and the future.

In short, I'm bored.

“It’s interesting,” the immortal said, multitasking. “But how long will this screening process last? You’ve had them in martial arts schools for seven or eight years, and they’re still like this. How long will it take? Another ten? Twenty years? Will things change by then?”

"It will have an impact, but it won't change anything."

"Why bother with sifting if you don't change it?"

“When I went to Jianghuai in the past, I asked the King of Chu why he did not surrender. The King of Chu said, ‘You can tell what a person will be like at three years old. How a person behaves in the face of events is shaped by the experiences of the first ten or twenty years of his life, and it will not change for hundreds of years to come.’ I deeply agree. Even if a stingy woman’s children and grandchildren become wealthy, she will not be extravagant.” Liang Qu bowed. “Therefore, Immortal, the sieve I am talking about is not a personal sieve, but a sieve of history.”

"The sieve of history?"

"The concepts of inherent goodness and inherent evil are merely outward manifestations, a response to the material world. Just as ants swarm towards sugar, humans can exercise restraint. This behavior should be understood as the richness and unique brilliance of humanity, rather than good or bad. So-called arguments for good or bad actually strip away this richness, attempting to make abstract a priori generalizations and understandings, rather than the essence of human nature."

"Human nature is not the fundamental factor, so what is? Since everything is a feedback loop, why can the same event produce both good and bad outcomes?"

"Hey!" Liang Qu's eyes lit up. "The immortal is right. There are two kinds: good and bad. Yes, why are there two kinds?"

"Why?" the Holy Emperor asked on his behalf.

"Because the so-called good and evil are all directed at others, they are social. If you help, respect, and assist others, you are doing good; if you harm, commit crimes, or cheat others, you are doing evil. Therefore, the definition of good and bad is inherently social."

Humans have no inherent nature; they are simply the sum total of all their social relations.

Human nature is constructed within society. Individuals are formed in society and through practice. For human nature to progress, society and history must progress.

Therefore, Liang was not particularly disheartened, nor did he need to be. The fact that someone in Yixing Town came out to prevent the cancellation of the agreement was already the limit under the current educational system.

The blue cat leaped into the air and screamed silently.

The pale blue light shone on his face, and the Holy Emperor felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, as if ice water had run through it.

Having met the immortals few times, Da Shun naturally shared the same concerns as those in the Southern Frontier. He worried that the longer the immortals remained, the more distant they would become, so he was extremely careful in his daily conversations.

They feared that the immortals might despise the "mortal world" and "mortals," and even the slightest aversion could lead to the Great Shun being ignored someday, hundreds of years later.

If not handled properly, this could become a "stain" on his record since he ascended the throne.

result……

These remarks are truly shocking.

The discussions of wise men throughout the ages have all been disregarded.

Is this really something Liang Qu would say?

If someone were to record this, thousands of years from now, when the Prince of Huai visits the immortals today, what he says and discusses might very well become a timeless anecdote!

The immortal retrieved the booklet recording how to cultivate the self-position fruit, handed over another, thinner one, placed the draft brought by Liang Qu on the table, asked for two sheets of white paper, and re-summarized it.

The immortal asked, "Did you come up with these things?"

"I learned it."

"study?"

The Emperor glanced sideways. "Shanghu Academy teaches this? Shouldn't we promote the retired Headmaster Zhao back to the cabinet?"
"I respectfully walked on the bridge and received a letter from Taigong. I didn't learn much, just enough to answer the immortal's questions. Any more would be like putting on a show and revealing my ignorance. I also think that immortals don't need to get angry with mortals. This is the limitation of mortals. If you know why they are limited, you will not be disappointed."

Snapped!
The snot bubble burst, and Otter rubbed its sleepy eyes, looked up, saw that they were still discussing, and rolled over to snore.

The immortal nodded: "I have gained something today."

Everyone's pupils contracted as they looked at the immortal, then at the Prince of Huai.

Liang Qu bowed respectfully, then rubbed his hands together: "It is an honor that the immortal has gained something, but my cultivation method..."

The immortal wielded his wolf-hair brush, licking the ink as he wrote, his brush flowing freely, occasionally pausing to ponder.

"Ha-hoo, ha-hoo..."

The otter slept for three episodes, while the blue cat and brown mouse were shown again, lasting for more than an hour.

Two sheets of paper covered in small writing fluttered down in front of me.

"Take it, it should solve your problem."

Get it!

All that effort was worth it, even if it was just spitting out words.

"Thank you so much, Immortal! May you be happy every day and gain something every day!"

Liang Qu followed the Holy Empress, bowed, and left the hut. Halfway there, he secretly kicked Otter's butt. Otter stretched and smacked his lips. After understanding the situation, he glanced at the screen and saw that it was a direct continuation of the scene when the gods came from heaven. He then pinched his throat and synchronized the sound and image.

"Oh ho ho!"

He returned to the palace in a palanquin.

The lake at Jishuitan is shimmering with light, dotted with white lotus blossoms, and the feeling of midsummer is palpable.

In June, a grand ceremony will be held to confer the title of king, announcing the news to the common people; in July, a visit to the ancestral temple will be held to inform Heaven, Earth, and the ancestors…

Liang Qu, the Prince of Huai, has firmly established himself on the throne, and the thirteen ports have become his personal territory!
Official rank, honorary title, and noble rank have all reached their pinnacle.

Looking around, the mountains are few and far between.

It's truly lonely at the top.

After glancing at it twice, Liang Qu happily put the cultivation manual and booklet away close to his body. He then excitedly asked the Holy Emperor, "Your Majesty, how did I perform today? Did I offend the immortal? The immortal was so serious in rewriting the cultivation manual; surely he is satisfied?"

The Furnace's revised version of "Yin Yang Spirit Seed Technique," a special edition on the Fruit Nourishment Method.

Big profit.

"Unexpectedly, many have paid homage to immortals, but none have done so as you have today." The Holy Emperor recalled for a moment, feeling that his earlier words must have been for a good reason. "Do you really think what Yixing Town did was ordinary?"

Liang Qu thought for a moment.

"Your Majesty, do you read storybooks?"

"Occasionally during my leisure time."

“In some stories, the righteous path is the righteous path and the evil path is the evil path. When the kind of story about a hero killing a bandit gets tired of writing, then things will turn into a reversal. They will write that the mainstream righteous path is actually scheming and despicable, while the ostracized evil path is actually full of heroic spirit.”

The Holy Emperor nodded: "That is indeed true."

"I think this is a bit arrogant. It doesn't understand that the more united people are, the better. The more people can unite, the better they are for survival. Debts are wiped clean, and having more food in hand is what makes it suitable for survival. This is normal."

If, because a minister has served as a role model and educated people for years, a group of villagers have become saints who refrain from taking advantage of any good opportunity, and become angry if they don't, that's also a form of arrogance, treating people as something simple.

"You're saying immortals are arrogant?"

"Ahem, of course not. I just feel that anger and rage arise from being in a high position, looking down from above. If one could be in the midst of it and look out at eye level, one would not have these emotions. Your Majesty, immortals actually like to mingle with people."

"How do you know?"

The Emperor was quite intrigued. He suddenly discovered today that Liang Qu was not only capable of producing ingenious items, but also possessed surprisingly insightful ideas.

"Bored people are all like this. Everyone has their own needs, and labor is the first need of people. It's just that they haven't found the right way, which makes it seem like immortals are unwilling to interfere in the mortal world."

The emperor pondered: "What is the right method?"

"do not know."

"You speak with such certainty, don't you know?"

"I am only good at theoretical discussions; in terms of real skills, I am nowhere near as good as the cabinet ministers, so naturally I don't know," Liang Qu said truthfully.

"Haha, what a fine piece of armchair strategizing! Can you really talk your way out of immortals?"

"I was lucky. The immortal insisted on asking, and I happened to know those two phrases, which are quite a skill."

"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Wangyue Tower," a eunuch called from outside.

The Emperor lifted the curtain: "If you don't know the solution, I won't escort you upstairs."

"No need to see me off, Your Majesty, please rest! The war on the border has just ended, how could I dare to delay state affairs?"

Liang Qu jumped off the carriage and watched the procession depart.

The stories say that immortals enjoy experiencing the mortal world, undergoing tribulations to temper their hearts, which sounds quite mystical. But frankly, isn't it just participating in "social practice"? But what changes might occur if one actually participates?
Look back again.

A huge crowd lined up at the foot of Wangyue Tower.

The Moon Gazing Tower is much more lively during the day than at night, especially in July when the Bing Fire Day is approaching, and there is another battle for the Sun and Moon Cultivation Room, with people practically setting up tents at the entrance.

"Prince Huai!"

"Prince Huai!"

"Prince Huai!"

Most of those vying for the meditation room were young people, full of enthusiasm and youthful vigor.

Yu Zirui stared intently, his gaze burning. He was also a martial arts master from the Beiting battlefield. He had earned merit and been assigned a training room for Binghuo days. Upon hearing of the arrival of the Prince of Huai, he hurriedly ran out.

The path of cultivation has four trials and seven stages: galloping horse, beacon fire, tiger hunt, elephant, and celestial dragon...

There are so many realms to cultivate. He began his cultivation at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and before that, he had to get to know the world at the academy. Countless times, while the teacher was lecturing, he fantasized about achieving the Perfect Image, breaking through to the Heavenly Dragon realm, marrying a beautiful woman, and doing something earth-shattering under the burning gaze of his classmates.

But it wasn't until they truly began cultivating, seeing the innate martial spirit, and seeing the scions of powerful clans, that they realized how agonizing the passage of time was. To become a beacon of war, to maintain their parents' dignity and not be so shameful, and to successfully marry an ordinary woman from a collateral branch of a powerful clan, already required the effort and tedium of most of their lives.

However, that grand vision never disappeared; he only continued to refine the details amidst repeated disappointments.

Now, this fantasy has been brought to life in a real-world context.

The Prince of Huai nodded to him, walked through the crowd, as if another version of himself had brushed past him...

"Two thousand five, two thousand, two hundred and twelve cultivation techniques, the remaining ten, ten, year-end..."

"Where did these twenty come from?" Liang Qu summoned the registrar to check all his merits, but was puzzled by one particular entry.

"Wait a moment." The clerk consulted the records. "According to the records, it was Governor Su Guishan of the Waterway who applied for this for you. It is the Vajra King's Presence Award. There are ten in the first year, and five every year thereafter. This year is the third year, so there are twenty."

Liang Qu was taken aback, and a flood of distant thoughts suddenly surfaced. Three years is not a short time; a boy may grow into a young adult, and a young adult may grow into middle age.

Laughing.

"Okay, how much in total?"

"You have an advance of one thousand in your account, but in reality..." The clerk tapped the abacus and calculated a staggering number, "three thousand seven hundred and thirty-six great merits."

Each page of the book can record at most one hundred major merits. These three thousand seven hundred or so would fill more than thirty pages, forming a thick stack.

“There’s more.” Liang Qu brought out another booklet.

Pandong was a joint operation between "White Ape" and Chongwang, but "Liangqu" was given some credit for "liaison".

"Ten, ten unparalleled achievements?" The registrar stared at the purple-gold patterns on the pages, so different from the gold patterns, speechless.

"Replace everything with the Creation Treasure Medicine, and my 3,700 Great Merits. Replace everything. If there's any left over, and it's not enough for the Creation Treasure Medicine, then replace it with the Longevity Treasure Medicine."

"Complete...complete replacement?" The registrar doubted that he had misheard.

"has a problem?"

"No."

"how long?"

"Such a huge amount is no small matter; the scheduling and approval process alone will take at least half a month."

"Hurry up."

"Yes!"

Despite his extravagant spending, Liang Qu felt no joy, but rather a pang of heartache.

This time, the great achievement turned into a precious medicine, but he wasn't the one who stayed by his side.

To put it simply, the old toad earned nearly twenty strands of long breath, and he has to pay half of that.

A wisp of Xuanhuang Qi = Xuanhuang Token + Ten Great Merits.

The value of the Xuanhuang Token is immeasurable and is controlled by the imperial court. Even if the total merit is thirty, giving half to the old toad would be three hundred. Among the long qi he obtained, there are many items with a value greater than Xuanhuang.

The old toad is not one to suffer losses.

"We need to arrange a position for him/her as soon as possible."

It would be heartbroken if the old toad were to completely transform into its own frog, turning the Dragon Palace's treasure trove into the Frog King's treasure trove.

The treasure went out for a stroll and ended up back in its own home.

The loan will be paid off soon.

Liang Qu did not use the stairs, but walked on the void, which aroused further astonishment and admiration.

The aura of a martial saint!

Liang Qu has grasped the mystery of walking on the void, knocked on the gate of heaven, and his own "originality" has exceeded a "corner" and touched the heaven and earth, like a nail, chiseled into the invisible space between heaven and earth. The heaven and earth are so vast that he can walk on solid ground wherever he goes, and he is not moved by the wind. It is not just a matter of being able to fly.

After passing through the central floor, the noise subsided, and we arrived at the thirtieth floor.

"My beloved concubine!"

"Prince Huai!"

Before Long Eying could react, Tan Yifeng and Liao Lanqing stood up first, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"Ha! Don't be impatient, you two." Liang Qu took out a cultivation manual from his bosom. "Take a look at this book."

"The Heaven and Earth Spirit Seed Technique?"

"We showed the Immortal the original cultivation method and the draft we studied for a month. The Immortal personally compiled it, and it is very insightful. Please let me practice it for a while, and then we will see the effect!"

Tan Yifeng and Liao Lanqing's eyes were burning with passion.

In the following period, Liang Qu practiced his martial arts in the Wangyue Tower, and afterwards hosted a banquet for relatives and friends in the capital.

Master Yang Dongxiong booked out the entire Tianbo Tower as is customary, his godmother Xu Shi performed another show, and all the fellow disciples pooled their resources for one. Later, Su Guishan also booked out a show, as did Xu Wenzhu. The lights and fireworks never stopped for ten days, making it a very lively event.

Even before the New Year, fireworks are everywhere, a truly remarkable sight.

When an ordinary martial saint is conferred the title of king, how could there be so many elders to celebrate?

Every morning when the people of the capital woke up, they were not greeted by the fragrance of lotus flowers in Jishuitan, but by the sulfurous smell of firecrackers, which smelled just like the New Year.

Participating in the Tianbo Mid-Year Auction, climbing mountains with his master, rowing a boat with Eying, enjoying the beautiful scenery inside and outside the capital, experiencing the prosperity of the capital, seeing the bustling streets, tasting delicacies with his uncle, exchanging ideas and guidance at the Tianyu Guard, and even listening to the performances of great musicians in the capital, Liang Qu felt it was all very ordinary, like a dream.

Go wherever you want.

Go in after the play has started, and you'll still get the best seats.

Even private gardens that don't accept outside guests are eager to send out invitations.

I don't know how much money it cost.

There are always people rushing to pay, without even leaving their names.

I don't count how many congratulatory invitations I received.

The case is covered with red lacquer and gold paper, congratulations from all directions, and tributes from all over the world.

No matter how much of the fine wine I drank, I was unknowingly intoxicated.

I gaze upon countless pavilions and towers, yet I cannot recall their names.

It's like walking on a tapestry of brocade, where every city's lights shine for you, and every household's music plays for you. Red towers and ornate doors, carved saddles and precious horses… a splendor beyond description.

The world is watching, and everyone is paving the way. This kind of peculiar attention is something Liang Qu has only experienced briefly during the three days of his college entrance examination. It feels like the whole world is looking forward to him, and everyone is ready to solve his problems at any time. But the dream will end on the afternoon after the college entrance examination, but this dream will continue.

Court officials boarded ships and headed to the thirteen scattered fiefdoms to redefine the legal boundaries of the counties.

Mobilizing rare and precious medicines, confirming the scope of the fiefdom, and practicing cultivation techniques.

One by one.

The fire element (丙) rises at sunrise.

Two suns hang high in the sky.

[If one obtains a wisp of crimson energy and it merges with the essence of ten thousand lakes, a spirit fish will be born, which can elevate one's status and bring them favor.]

August.

Inside the empty cauldron, another wisp of crimson vapor rose.

September.

Within the Root Sea, a peach tree stands lush and verdant, its root system intricate, displaying even greater vitality than a month ago.

"Click."

A vibrant tree branch broke off, transforming into a ray of golden light that slowly flowed out and was collected into a small glass bottle.

"Give it a try." Liang Qu opened his eyes.

Tan Yifeng carefully picked up the small glass bottle, looking at the light spot that was identical to the spirit seed. He was a little uneasy and sat cross-legged to practice his internal energy.

Half a day flies by.

A green sprout emerged from Tan Yifeng's dantian and later became a sapling.

Tan Yifeng's eyes widened.

"Did it work?" Liang Qu asked.

"It's done!" Tan Yifeng exclaimed excitedly.

The Yin-Yang Spirit Seed Technique has many benefits. When integrated into the source, it has no effect on weakening the user as their realm advances. The only and most troublesome aspect is that it takes a long time to cultivate, and you have to start accumulating again from scratch after each use. If there is any overlap in cultivation, all previous efforts will be wasted, and you will have to start all over again.

Now it has become the "Qiankun Lingzhong Gong" (Heaven and Earth Spirit Seed Technique), and this sapling is present...

Liang Qu looked at Long Eying, who lowered her eyelids and blushed.

Liang Qu turned his head and smiled: "It's not a success yet. We'll have to try to find out. Also, we need to see if we can use both Qiankun and Duankun together."

"That means you've gained considerable skill. Prince Huai, shouldn't you be assuming your fiefdom by now?"

"Yes, I'm really going to miss it. I won't be able to come here whenever I want in the future."

Liang Qu rose, brushed away the clouds and mist, and looked down upon the bustling capital city.

From June to September, he was allowed to relax and become lazy. He had stayed in the capital long enough, and his sect wasn't entirely idle. All the precious medicines had been approved, so it was time to set off to see his fiefdom.

After being enfeoffed as a prince, this was his first time leaving the capital. The emperor forbade him to travel slowly, first from north to south, then from east to west, so that the whole world could witness the journey. It would take at least two months to complete the tour, which would be late autumn or early winter.

The royal palace in Yixing County also needs to be built, water beasts, dragon people, and dragon sturgeon need to be rewarded, the Yangtze and Huai Rivers need to be cleaned up, and many other things are waiting to be done.

On the pool of accumulated water, the lotus flowers have withered. They were just blooming when we arrived, and they have faded when we left, just as the excitement eventually comes to an end. The treasure ship of creation, which has doubled in size, looks even more spacious now.

Otter paddled down the mast and untied the ropes.

Wow.

The large sails billowed.

"Wait! Wait!"

Shouts came from the shore, and the water beasts all poked their heads out.

Liang Qu climbed onto the deck in surprise: "Uncle Liu?"

"I am honored that the Prince of Huai thinks highly of me, but alas, the Prince of Huai may call me that today, but I cannot accept it." Uncle Liu laughed heartily, picked up the rhinoceros-hide box in his hands, unlocked the clasp, and the dark bow gleamed with oil, it was indeed Yuanmu.

"What are you..."

“I am old, and my descendants are incompetent and have no one to carry on its legacy. One day, when my family falls into decline, my descendants will surely sell this great bow. They will have to give it to someone else either way. Why not give it to you, Prince Huai? I have had my fill of these past three months and have boasted about it to all my friends. From now on, I will keep it by your side and leave it to your descendants. Or, you can take it out whenever you want to draw the bow and go hunting.”

Liang Qu was speechless for a moment.

half an hour.

What is your full name?

All his colleagues called him Uncle Liu. When they met in the capital last time, Liang Qu also called him Uncle Liu, just like Xiang Fangsu and the others. It was inappropriate to ask his elders their full names directly, so he really didn't know Uncle Liu's full name.

Uncle Liu was taken aback and said, "Liu Tianyi, Tian as in heaven and earth, Yi as in wings."

After hearing it.

Liang Qu rubbed his fingertips, relying on the will of the Martial Saint to prevent it from growing and repairing, and blew away the wood chips from the bow arm, engraving Liu Tianyi's name on them.

"This……"

"Uncle Liu, I'll accept the bow."

(End of this chapter)