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In the underworld, before the Bridge of Helplessness.

A procession of ghosts slowly made its way forward.

Some of the spirits wore expressions of sorrow, others were filled with bewilderment, and still others looked back repeatedly.

The bull-headed man brandished his steel fork: "Behave yourself! If you want to be reincarnated, come and drink the Meng Po soup!"

After drinking the Meng Po soup, all worldly affairs vanish.

"Boom!"

Scalding flames burst into view, and vast magical power enveloped him. A spark stuck to the bull's sleeve, startling him so much that he screamed repeatedly.

"Samadhi True Fire?!"

Horse-faced man raised his hand and patted his head, trying to extinguish the sparks that had gotten on his head.

The entire reincarnation procession was in complete chaos.

But then a child was seen riding on a pair of fiery wheels, flying low into the depths of the underworld.

"Old Niu, Old Niu, something's wrong!"

"Old Ma, that looks like the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha, the Third Prince!"

"This is terrible! Is he going to cause chaos in the underworld too?" x2
The lingering power of that monkey that wreaked havoc in the underworld was still present; it was said that it was later captured and refined in Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Nezha, the Third Prince, is even more arrogant than the Monkey King. He has caused trouble in the Dragon Palace and the Heavenly Palace, and it seems that the only place he is not yet in the Underworld is the Underworld.

"Wang Wang!"

A sharp bark from a dog made the ghosts tremble.

A black dog appeared in the sky, its body shimmering with divine light.

Then a gentle voice said, "Howling Celestial Dog, come back."

The newcomer wore a black robe, held a folding fan in his hand, had a face as white as jade, and a deep line between his eyebrows that resembled a tightly closed vertical eye.

"Woof woof~"

As the man and dog passed by, Ox-Head and Horse-Face felt a chill run down their spines.

"That one looks like Erlang Shen Zhenjun."

"What merit do we, the Underworld, have to allow these two to wreak havoc in the Underworld together?"

"You two are overthinking it," Meng Po, who was simmering and seasoning soup nearby, said with a chuckle. "They're not here to cause trouble in the underworld, but rather to... slurp."

"Meng Po, wait!"

Ox-Head and Horse-Face couldn't stop her in time, and could only watch helplessly as Meng Po scooped up a spoonful of soup to taste its saltiness.

Meng Po, having put down her soup spoon, looked at Ox-Head and Horse-Face with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

The most detestable thing in the world is to only say half of what you mean, and what's even more upsetting is to say the first half and forget the second half.

"Alas!" X2
Even though I know they're not here to cause trouble in the underworld, I still can't feel comfortable.

Ox-Head: "Hurry up and cook the soup, Meng Po. More and more people are gathering behind us, all in a hurry to be reincarnated."

Meng Po: "Wait, let me taste it to see if it's salty enough."

Bull Head quickly snatched the spoon away: "You've already tasted it!"

He will definitely not come to Meng Po's place to stand guard next time.

"What on earth has happened?"

This is driving me crazy!

……

“Congratulations, Brother Jie, you will be the ruler of the underworld from now on.” Nezha looked around and shook his head, saying, “This place is eerily gloomy, unlike your cave in Kunlun Mountain.”

Tan Wenjie replied, "They're all hell, so of course they can't be any better."

The Great Emperor of Fengdu is the highest leader of the underworld.

Although the Five Ghost Emperors and the Ten Kings of Hell all came to celebrate, Tan Wenjie only wanted to have a small gathering with his friends. It was not because the Ten Kings of Hell couldn't offer anything good or were being stingy.

"Congratulations, Brother Jie." Yang Jian raised his glass.

From then on, Tan Wenjie could have his own ghost soldiers and no longer needed to be summoned by the Jade Emperor at will as before.

Judging from his hesitant expression, Tan Wenjie guessed that Yang Jian was probably struggling with whether or not to accept the offer to become a judicial god in heaven.

He never interferes in other people's relationship problems, after all... he's already very busy.

After a few rounds of drinks, the gathering of immortals had no concept of time, and it was inevitable that they would eat and drink for dozens of days.

When we part ways, it can be for decades or even centuries. There is so much to talk about.

Nezha, who met his gaze, stood up: "Brother Jie must still have things to do. I happen to have to go back for inspection today, so I'll take my leave first."

The others also got up one after another to say goodbye.

In the end, only Yang Jian remained.

"Brother Jie, can you trust me?"

"letter."

Yang Jian clasped his hands in a fist salute and strode away.

The next time they meet, Yang Jian will definitely have become a cold-blooded and ruthless god of justice.

After the banquet ended and everyone was gone, Tan Wenjie looked at the empty table and waved his hand to summon Black Mountain Demon, Chu Renmei, Long Kui, Little Zombie and others.

"The environment here is perfect for your cultivation."

They were left to cultivate on their own.

……

Mount Hua, in the blink of an eye, has undergone tremendous changes.

The entire ten-day battle here is still vivid in my mind.

The Temple of the Three Holy Mothers remains a place of worship, and after several renovations, it now occupies an even larger area.

"Brother Tan?"

Yang Chan appeared, her eyes filled with surprise as she looked at Tan Wenjie.

"What are you doing?" Tan Wenjie asked, noticing that she was dressed as a man in a white robe.

"Let's go for a walk," she asked. "Want to come along?"

"it is good."

Tan Wenjie turned around and transformed into an ordinary-looking burly man.

Seeing him transform into a burly man again, Yang Chan covered her mouth and laughed, "You look so ugly dressed up like this again."

"I thought a fairy like Sister Chan wouldn't judge a book by its cover, sigh." Just as the other person was about to explain, Tan Wenjie changed the subject and said, "Keep it up."

I'm handsome, and I wish all the fairies and demonesses in the world only cared about my looks.

Yang Chan asked him with a smile, "Brother Tan, are you saying you're handsome?"

"You have discerning eyes, fairy." Tan Wenjie nodded.

"Brother Tan, don't say it like that, it sounds weird."

As the two descended the mountain side by side, Yang Chan said, "My second brother is going to heaven to become an immortal. I don't know why, but I support him."

She turned to look at Tan Wenjie: "Second Brother always has his own plans for everything he does."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "He needs my help."

“Second Brother definitely won’t involve you or me.” Yang Chan suddenly pointed ahead, “Brother Tan, do you remember what we did when we transformed into mortals?”

The sound of gongs and drums interrupted their reminiscences of the past.

A splash of festive red caught the eye; it was a wedding procession.

"I'll just go and ask for a bowl of wedding wine."

The weddings of the Sun and Qin families in the city were held with grand banquets.

"My brother and I were just passing by when we asked for a bowl of celebratory wine to share in the joy."

Tan Wenjie was stopped when he tried to take out his money.

"You've come from afar, please come inside."

After taking their seats, Yang Chan said, "This family has been doing good deeds on Mount Hua. They are even giving out porridge outside today as part of their wedding."

“In that case, we won’t just freeload.” Tan Wenjie raised his finger and tapped the table lightly. “The Emperor of Fengdu is here. Today, this family is getting married, so there are no taboos.”

The ghosts and spirits from all directions, sensing Tan Wenjie's command, consciously obeyed and withdrew.

At the wedding banquet, Yang Chan stared blankly, lost in thought.

Sitting at the banquet, listening to the people around me chatting.

Such as rebel armies, corrupt officials, etc.

"We've barely had some peace before war breaks out again. Dynasties really do change quickly in the mortal realm," Tan Wenjie asked. "What dynasty are we in now?"

There are no eternal dynasties or empires.

Yang Chan replied, "Han."

"Han."

"Look up there!" someone exclaimed, as if something had fallen from the sky.

"It's heavenly fire, heavenly fire!"

The crowd was in complete disarray.

The sky was suddenly engulfed in flames, turning it a deep crimson that stretched for thousands of miles.

Tan Wenjie and Yang Chan got up in perfect unison and rode the clouds to rush up.

They were thousands of miles away from the fire, and when they rushed there, they found that the continuous mountain ranges had already been engulfed by flames.

The terrifying heavenly fire was exceptionally powerful. Not only was the surrounding air scorching hot, but even immortals would be forced back by the flames and unable to get close.

Tan Wenjie raised his arm to shield his face, and with his other hand pulled back the Third Holy Mother who was trying to move forward.

The mountain rocks melted into a crimson lava flow, and the vegetation within a hundred miles turned to ashes before it could even burn.

An even more terrifying flame descended from the sky.

Tan Wenjie looked up at the crimson flames pressing down on his head, and opened his mouth to exhale the Samadhi Divine Wind. However, the divine wind was not very effective in extinguishing the fire and was instead ignited by the heavenly fire.

Fueled by the wind, the fire became even more terrifying.

"The Six Ding Divine Fire?"

If you do the math, more than forty years have passed, and today seems to be the day Sun Wukong was freshly born.

Tan Wenjie opened his mouth and spat out a banana leaf fan, chanting an incantation. The fan quickly grew larger and was caught in his hand.

A fan reaches towards the sky, where the wind whips up raging flames.

The flames were extinguished the instant they touched the divine wind, and all that could be seen was a rain of fire falling from the sky, which was then scattered by the wind that rose from the ground.

Before Tan Wenjie could even catch his breath, the flames expanded once more, taking over the sky again.

"Brother Tan!"

Yang Chan immediately took out the Lotus Lantern.

"Wait a minute." Tan Wenjie squinted at the center of the fire, where there was a fire brick.

He said to Yang Chan, "When I put out the fire, use the Lotus Lantern to grab that fire brick and move it away. That should be able to control the fire."

"Alright." Yang Chan activated the Lotus Lantern, holding her breath and waiting quietly.

Tan Wenjie picked up the banana leaf fan again.

One fan extinguishes the fire, two fans raise clouds, and three fans bring the wind.

Gusts of wind were pushed into the sky, successfully offsetting the force of the falling fire brick and extinguishing the flames around it once again.

Yang Chan immediately used the magic of the Lotus Lantern to envelop the seemingly ordinary fire brick.

Guided by magic, the fire brick floated to the two of them.

The high temperature made Tan Wenjie doubt several times whether he, with his iron head and iron arms, could grab it with his bare hands.

Turning to look around, the plants were withered, and the rocks were scorched white and smoking.

Some of the stones were already crackling.

The air swirled, and even Tan Wenjie, who had spent some time inside the alchemy furnace, felt his body getting slightly hot.

The Third Holy Mother, whose magical powers were even weaker than his, had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead.

A cold dragon emerged and hung on the Third Holy Mother, helping her cool down.

“Leaving it here would be a waste.” Tan Wenjie reached out and grabbed the fire brick, which immediately turned slightly red from the heat.

Fortunately, it's still within my tolerance range, like grabbing the handle of a hot spatula with my bare hands.

[Fire Brick (Treasure): The fire brick from Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace is extremely hard. After being fired for many years, it has become extraordinary, with a continuous flame.]

He abruptly threw the fire brick into his personal inner world.

The entire inner world was instantly engulfed in flames.

This was the world he had acquired from Silent Hill, but unexpectedly, the inner and outer worlds were burned through, and the small space was completely turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Let it burn; it's better than throwing it into his treasure pouch, which is filled with his talismans, herbs, and magical artifacts. A fire like that would be enough to make him suffer from insomnia for several nights.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and glanced at the Flaming Mountain, which was beginning to take shape.

"Let's go."

This wasn't the only fire brick that fell from the sky, but only this one was contained in advance by the Lotus Lantern and the Banana Leaf Fan, thus reducing the fire's intensity.

To search for a few unremarkable bricks in temperatures high enough to roast a god like a suckling pig is simply asking for trouble.

Now that we have fire bricks, next time we go to the Tushita Palace to beg for alchemy, we can casually borrow a set of alchemy furnaces.

"What exactly is going on?" Yang Chan looked up at the sky.

“These flames fell from the Thirty-Third Heaven,” Tan Wenjie said. “Judging by the timing, it should be Sun Wukong.”

"Sun Wukong?!"

Yang Chan was surprised.

Of course she knew Sun Wukong; he had once beaten Nezha to a pulp and even fought Tan Wenjie to a standstill.

If it weren't for Laozi's intervention at the last minute, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Even her second brother commented that Sun Wukong's abilities were rare in the Three Realms.

More than forty years ago, he was locked in the Eight Trigrams Furnace for refining, but his body was so tough that he not only survived the burn but also escaped.

Yang Chan suddenly thought of something: "If Sun Wukong escaped, he should be..."

Tan Wenjie continued, "Havoc in Heaven."

He is now the Emperor of Fengdu, the highest ruler of the underworld. Although he is not one of the Six Emperors, his rank is not much lower.

Even the Jade Emperor, with all his influence, would find it difficult to persuade him to take action.

Based on the power levels in this world, no one should be able to stop Sun Wukong from storming the Lingxiao Palace.

Flames enveloped the sky, and red light filled the heavens.

Some people say that when they look up at the sky, they seem to see heavenly soldiers and generals flying around.

The strange phenomenon lasted for several months.

Until this day, a giant mountain suddenly fell from Liangjie Mountain, and a divine monkey that could speak human language was trapped beneath it.

……

"Another deity has been reincarnated?"

Tan Wenjie closed the scripture in his hand.

Some time has passed since Sun Wukong kicked over the Eight Trigrams Furnace and was imprisoned under the Five Fingers Mountain. He returned to the Underworld and met with his neighbor, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, from whom he obtained the scriptures. [You have read the *Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra* and gained insights into Buddhist teachings for 81 days.]

The judge who came to report nodded and replied, "He is a monk from the West, whose Dharma name is Jin Chanzi."

"It turned out to be him."

He and Jin Chanzi were only nodding acquaintances.

"How many lifetimes has he been in?"

Sun Wukong was imprisoned under the Five Fingers Mountain and would not be released for another 500 years. At that time, Jin Chanzi transformed into Tang Sanzang and went to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures. He rescued the monkey along the way and collected babies, monkeys, pigs, and water demons along the way. He also rode the divine mount, the White Dragon Horse, all the way west and finally obtained the Buddha's position.

"How can it only be three lifetimes?"

Tan Wenjie looked at Jin Chanzi's Book of Life and Death, which showed that he had been a monk in all three of his lives, and the records were very simple.

All the stories depict the tragic fate of Jin Chanzi, who never had a good end in any of his lifetimes.

He thought to himself: No wonder Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suddenly invited me to recite scriptures.

The judge respectfully asked, "Your Majesty, shall we proceed with Elder Jin Chanzi's reincarnation as before?"

"What does 'still as before' mean?"

"It is naturally a hardship."

Jin Chanzi's ten reincarnations were not just a fleeting experience, but involved genuine trials and tribulations.

“Hey! Elder Jin Chanzi has finally come to our Underworld, how can we send him away in such a hurry? Let’s see what local specialties we have in the Underworld and bring him some back.” Tan Wenjie thought for a while before saying, “It seems there’s nothing we can bring back, so let’s just give him all the Meng Po soup.”

The judge secretly wondered if the Emperor and Jin Chanzi had some old grudge. As the saying goes, the current official is more powerful than the current one. He would be a ghost official in the underworld for the rest of his life, so the monks of the Western Spirit Mountain had no jurisdiction over him. When he sent Jin Chanzi into reincarnation later, he could kick him if he felt like it.

How to let the Emperor know after you've kicked him is the real art.

Yama, the King of Hell, is easy to deal with, but his underlings are hard to handle. Today, the judge will willingly play the role of an underling.

Tan Wenjie began, “I am an old acquaintance of Jin Chanzi. He failed to comprehend the Buddha’s smile when he was holding up a flower and fled from the West. He met me on the way and said that I was his disciple. However, I rarely take on disciples.”

Judge: "..."

Is it possible that they want to take you as their apprentice?

But he only dared to think these words; he dared not say them aloud.

At the same time, he secretly thought that he had guessed wrong. There were powerful gods in heaven who were on good terms with each other and even took on disciples to teach each other skills. He had actually misunderstood that they were enemies.

"Bring me the judge's pen. After all, we are old friends. If you want to become my disciple, you must go through some hardships."

Tan Wenjie took the judge's pen and made some marks on Jin Chanzi's Book of Life and Death, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince Nezha requests an audience."

"Please come quickly." Tan Wenjie flicked his sleeve, causing the judge's pen and the Book of Life and Death to fly back into the judge's hand.

As the judge was leaving with the Book of Life and Death, he happened to run into Nezha. He quickly bowed to greet him, but Nezha didn't even glance at him and strode into the hall.

Outside the hall, the judge, filled with curiosity, opened the Book of Life and Death.

On Jin Chanzi's side of the Book of Life and Death, it was written: "He did not like to study in his youth, and was hated by everyone in gangs. Later, he went through many hardships and dangers to enter the Buddhist order."

Upon reading this, the judge nodded.

He realized that he had indeed been overthinking things. After going through so many hardships, he would surely achieve enlightenment by entering the Buddhist order and becoming a master.

He continued reading.

"An 80-year-old monk who attained enlightenment and became the abbot of a Buddhist temple fell in love with a 16-year-old maid. He was willing to leave the monastic life and was eventually beaten to death with sticks."

Judge: "..."

They really were enemies.

Not only that, there is also a fifth generation.

"As an executioner, he fell in love with a condemned prisoner at the execution ground. He was so enamored with her that he was willing to commit suicide to save her, and in the end, they perished together."

The sixth generation.

"The infatuated general had an affair with a foreign princess, secretly pledged his love, and then jumped to his death."

The seventh, eighth, ninth...

The judge now realized that the two not only had a feud, but a deep one; they were really trying to kill Jin Chanzi.

It is estimated that the root cause still lies in the "master-disciple relationship".

As a ghost who made a living by keeping records in the Judge's Notebook, he secretly made a note in his mind.

My boss is petty; I need to be careful in the future.

"However, why did Jin Chanzi's last words before his death always come out as 'Since ancient times, those who are deeply in love have only left behind regrets, and this regret will last forever'?"

The poem is good, but I always feel that it's a bit strange that these things happened to Jin Chanzi.

"Having gone through these lifetimes of love tribulations, Jin Chanzi must have seen through the illusions of the mortal world."

With just these experiences, one sitting there could keep other gods talking for a lifetime.

When the other person is reincarnated, I'd better not kick them. As a judge, I really can't bear to kick someone when they're down.

……

"...Sun Wukong stormed into the Lingxiao Palace, his skills even stronger than before. Then the Jade Emperor shouted, 'Quickly go and invite the Buddha!' Immediately afterwards, the Buddha himself arrived."

Nezha gestured and played multiple roles in the hall, sometimes as Sun Wukong, sometimes as the Jade Emperor, and sometimes even added expressions to the fairy maidens and celestial servants in the background.

“Sun Wukong was highly skilled; he could somersault 108,000 li in one go, yet he just kept going around in the Buddha’s palm.”

At this point, Nezha sighed, deeply feeling his own inadequacy.

"Junior brother, why belittle yourself? You are now the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, guarding the South Heavenly Gate, leading 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to conquer all directions. Few in the Three Realms can rival your prestige."

Nezha is ultimately a child at heart; a few words from Tan Wenjie easily cheered him up, and he became cheerful again.

“From now on, the Jade Emperor has decided to take a good rest and has handed over all power to the Queen Mother of the West.” Nezha continued to recount his observations of the Heavenly Court. “The Queen Mother of the West also relies heavily on my second brother and has appointed him as the God of Justice.”

"As expected, he went."

The only protagonist in this world is Yang Jian, followed by the Lotus Lantern. Becoming the God of Justice is the right thing to do, and the ultimate goal is to change the rules of heaven.

"It's a pity that my second brother, such a heroic figure, seemed to have become a different person after becoming the God of Justice. Many gods I met said that my second brother had succumbed to the tyranny of the Queen Mother of the West. Speaking of the Queen Mother of the West, she also seems to be different from before."

"To take over the Jade Emperor's authority over the Three Realms and issue commands," Tan Wenjie said. "Whoever sits in that position will be different."

Power and influence can be alluring, even to the gods.

"You're saying Second Brother has also been blinded by power? Brother Jie, are you even listening?"

“Yang Jian has his own plans. The three of us brothers have stormed the Heavenly Palace together. Don’t you trust him now that he’s an official?” Tan Wenjie said. “Besides, if Yang Jian really wanted to be an official, he would have taken the position when he stormed the Heavenly Court back then.”

"I believe you, of course I believe you, but I feel that my second brother has changed too much," Nezha muttered.

"I'm bored being all alone deep in the underworld," Tan Wenjie said. "Since you're here, you should have a good drink with me."

“Of course.” Nezha turned his head left and right, saying with a hint of disdain, “But Brother Jie, this place is gloomy and not a good place to drink. Why don’t we go back to the human world and find a place to drink?”

"Alright," Tan Wenjie nodded.

The two escaped from the underworld and returned to the mortal realm, the nearest place being a temple dedicated to a holy general.

Upon hearing the news, the celestial officials in the temple immediately came out to greet them and prepared a feast early in the morning.

After several rounds of drinks, Nezha finally left.

Tan Wenjie lay in the yard sunbathing.

After dinner, while sunbathing to shake off the effects of alcohol, a figure inconsiderately blocked his view of the sun, causing his face to be obscured by the shadow.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person who had come: "Why are you here?"

It was Yang Jian who arrived, and he had changed into the very classic attire of the God of Justice, wearing a silver helmet and a black robe.

The storyline of "The Lotus Lantern" is now on track.

Now that I'm in charge of the Netherworld, well, I have to keep a close eye on Liu Yanchang.

Yang Jian turned to the side, hiding half of his face in the sunlight, leaving only the outline of his profile for Tan Wenjie to see.

"The Seventh Princess descended to earth to help the Weaver Girl search for something, and she has been gone for more than a day."

A day in heaven is a year on earth.

If a fairy were to descend to earth without permission and stay for a year, she would probably have already given birth.

It's no wonder they overthink things; there are just too many celestial fairies with love-struck minds, and they might accidentally descend to earth to find someone to marry.

There are precedents like Yao Ji and the Weaver Girl.

"What?" Tan Wenjie sat up abruptly.

Yang Jian nodded, clearly thinking the same thing as Tan Wenjie: "You and the Seventh Princess are old friends. I can only give you three days at most. After three days, the Queen Mother will definitely find out about this."

"You didn't find her?"

"I just found out about this."

"Should I go find someone?"

"This matter absolutely cannot alarm too many people, otherwise Yang Jian will not be able to protect us."

Tan Wenjie waved his hand, indicating that Yang Jian didn't need to worry.

No one can compare to him in keeping secrets. Sometimes he leaves this world for decades or even centuries and has long forgotten many things.

The seventh princess, who was favored by the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, possessed countless magical treasures. Finding her without using any external force was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

However, what is difficult for others is like having a reference answer for Tan Wenjie.

The story of the Fairy Couple is already widely known.

Having control over the Book of Life and Death, and knowing about the filial son Dong Yong, finding someone would be a piece of cake.

Yang Jian came and went in a hurry.

"She's all bark and no bite."

He said he was giving Tan Wenjie a deadline to find the Seventh Princess, but in reality he was asking Tan Wenjie to help him find her as soon as possible so that he could cover up whatever the Seventh Princess had done.

He's obligated to eat someone's food, and he's gotten quite a bit of benefits from the Seventh Princess.

Tan Wenjie turned around and disappeared into the underworld to retrieve the Book of Life and Death.

Are there really that many people in the world named Dong Yong?

After glancing at the Book of Life and Death, he hurriedly left, leaving the judges looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering what had happened.

……

A divine figure appeared beside the narrow path. He took two steps forward, his divine aura quickly receded, and his clothes transformed into simple, yet stylish attire.

Feeling somewhat dissatisfied, he inflated his body, becoming burly and his skin turning a tanned, slightly dark brown.

Just then, an oxcart happened to pass by.

The old man driving the carriage asked, "Would you like a ride?"

"Thank you, sir." He cupped his hands in thanks and climbed into the car.

Where are you headed?

"Find a girl."

"Oh, so you're looking for your relatives."

"Not really, she's Shangguan's daughter."

"Oh," the old man nodded knowingly, "It's not easy."

Serving the leader and his entire family, running errands for him, is never easy.

The man just smiled and didn't say anything more.

However, the old man was a chatterbox, asking about the man's age and whether he was married.

A strong and capable laborer is the pillar of the family, and it would be best if he could marry into the family.

Suddenly the old man pulled the oxcart to a stop.

Ahead was a procession of horse-drawn carriages, accompanied by a dozen or so people.

“That’s the Cao family’s carriage in the city,” the old man explained. “It looks like they’re coming back from burning incense at the temple.”

Suddenly, the curtain of the carriage was blown open by the wind, revealing the figure of a petite girl.

A gasp was heard, and the maidservant beside her quickly pulled the carriage curtain tighter.

"It turned out to be her."

A quick calculation reveals that my past and present lives are already unfolding before my eyes.

The horse-drawn carriage moved forward, and after a while the oxcart continued on its way.

"Old man, what temple is that nearby?"

“Weiling Temple,” the old man said. “That Miss Cao was frail and sickly from childhood. It is said that one day she dreamed of a three-headed, six-armed deity. Afterwards, she had someone draw the deity, and others recognized him. Later, Miss Cao went to Weiling Temple, burned incense and kowtowed, and all her illnesses disappeared.”

"If you count carefully, it must have been dozens of lifetimes. It's really fate."

Upon arriving in town, the man jumped off the oxcart, thanked him, gave him some money for travel expenses, and then strode into an alley.

"He walks with a powerful stride, and his body is strong." The old man watched the other person's disappearing figure, his heart filled with regret.

It's a pity he was such a loyal man. He traveled all the way to find his boss's daughter. Otherwise, if he had married into his family, farmed the land, and bought dozens of acres of wasteland to cultivate, he would surely have become rich.

The burly man who had entered the alley appeared in the sky above the Cao family's residence in a flash.

He deftly concealed his figure and looked down at Miss Cao, who had just stepped out of the carriage.

When Tan Wenjie first built the Weiling Temple, he saved a woman. Later, the woman became his believer. In her subsequent reincarnations, he had given her his merits, and it is believed that she must have been happy and fulfilled in every life.

When we meet again now, the person has gone through reincarnation and is no longer the same as before. Their appearance is completely different, which evokes endless emotions.

However, what truly attracted him was the ethereal aura he sensed emanating from the other party.

He blinked, his eyes gleaming with divine light, and quickly found the source by following the aura of immortality.

Right in the back courtyard of the Cao family, a young man was working hard, and a familiar figure was standing not far from him.

It was none other than the Seventh Princess, who had descended from heaven and disappeared for a year.

The Seventh Princess sensed someone looking at her and immediately turned her head to look, where she met Tan Wenjie's gaze.

“Seventh Princess.” Tan Wenjie waved his sleeve, dispelling the transformation. “You’ve been on my lookout for ages.”

Judging from the fact that the Seventh Princess also used magic to conceal her figure, she should not have been exposed for the time being.

"So it's the Emperor." The Seventh Princess seemed to be holding something in her hand, which she hid behind her back when Tan Wenjie flew over.

She asked curiously, "Why is the Emperor looking for me?"

“The princess has been on earth for a year now.” Tan Wenjie raised his hand and pointed to the sky. “The God of Justice has only given me three days to send you back.”

The Seventh Princess then turned her gaze to the man working and said, "Dong Yong lost his mother at a young age and depended on his father for survival. His family was poor, and when his father died, they had no money to bury him, so he was sold into slavery by the Cao family to earn money to bury his father."

Among the many scholars who "have to eat," only Dong Xiaozi truly earned Tan Wenjie's approval.

One of the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars.

“He is indeed a filial son, but…” Tan Wenjie looked at the Seventh Princess and asked, feigning ignorance, “Why is the Seventh Princess looking for him?”

What I fear most is hearing that the Seventh Princess has already taken a liking to Dong Yong, and that as her "good buddy," she'll ask me to help cover it up. Should I agree or not?

"Do you still remember when we were taming the Ruoshui River? We met at the Yang residence at the mouth of the Guanjiang River."

"Of course I remember," Tan Wenjie nodded.

“The woman who was with you back then gave me a fruit,” the Seventh Princess said. “When I helped the Weaver Girl descend to earth to collect rare treasures, I happened to meet her reincarnation and wanted to repay her for the fruit she gave me that day.”

The Seventh Princess pointed at Dong Yong, who was working hard with his head down: "Dong Xiaozi is an upright, down-to-earth and capable person. I want to bring them together."

"So that's how it is." Tan Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you wanted to..."

The Seventh Princess looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'd like to play matchmaker," Tan Wenjie said. "That woman is also destined for me; Dong Xiaozhi is indeed a good match."

He couldn't very well point at the fairy and say she was yearning for mortal life; that would be too impolite. (End of Chapter)