Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 313 Necessary Cover-up

Chapter 313 Necessary Cover-up

"Ao Bing cannot stay in Nezha's body for a long time, so the three tests given to Nezha will probably take three days at most. Three days is three years. Even if the final sea disturbance is included, it will only take four days at most."

"Four days equals four years, which means I have three to four years at most to change the 'attribute' of The Legend of the White Snake, making this story change from a myth full of Buddhist flavor to one closer to Taoism."

"As for the difficulty, it depends on which version it is. If it involves the heaven, the underworld, and the gods and Buddhas, then there is no doubt that the difficulty is hell-level, and I don't have much room for maneuver."

"But since this is the White Snake World under the Investiture of the Gods worldview, it shouldn't be that difficult."

Qiu Chuji was thinking about this when he saw Nezha getting up and being led by the Crane Fairy to go to the bathroom. Qiu Chuji subconsciously put down his wine glass.

Although the fairy wine in the fairy palace is delicious, don't drink too much.

Theoretically, the urine of Nezha inside the lotus root can also be considered lotus root soup, but that is not the case.

Even if it is the Three Lights Holy Water, which is made into an uncivilized object by someone and gushes out from it, if you want to enjoy it safely... that requires a certain amount of courage and determination.

Not long after, Nezha came back with a very satisfied look on his face, and two fairy boys also brought some fairy wine over and filled everyone's cups.

After Taiyi Zhenren raised his cup and took a sip, he was reminded by Nezha and sprayed the wine on Hetong, shocking Hetong so much that his face turned pale. Nezha and Qiu Chuji did not touch their cups either, and shifted their gaze to Wuliang Xianweng. The old immortal stroked his beard with a smile, and pushed the wine glass away, but he was urging everyone to drink.

"It's still the Immortal of the South Pole!" Qiu Chuji confirmed the identity of the old immortal sitting at the top.

After arranging for Nezha and Taiyi Zhenren to leave, "Wulian Xianweng" personally sent Qiu Chuji "to the lower world".

"When you go, don't do anything wrong in the name of my disciples from Kunlun Mountain. Do not ruin the reputation of my Chan Sect in the lower world. Otherwise, I will not let you go."

"You have to complete the task as soon as possible. As long as the task is done well, the process is not important, only the result matters."

Qiu Chuji understood what this meant. As long as it was not done in the name of Kunlun Mountain, he could do whatever he wanted. As long as things were done properly, the process was not important, the means used were not important, what was important was the result.

While Wuliang Xianweng was speaking, he also handed over a box of elixirs.

"This box of immortal pills is of top quality. Each pill is worth fifty years of hard training for an ordinary immortal. You can use it to increase your power. You can also use it to heal your wounds when you are injured."

Qiu Chuji took the box. It was obvious that the box was cast with a spell and had the power of heaven and earth. The small box looked smaller than the palm of your hand, but it actually contained a large space as big as a palace. Inside, there were a large number of elixirs wrapped in transparent bubbles floating in the air. Upon careful counting, there were actually no less than a hundred of them.

In other words, Wuliang Xianweng directly gave away nearly five thousand years of his skills. Even if cultivation itself is not simply about counting years, this is also an extremely considerable investment.

If Qiu Chuji had digested it all, the problem of insufficient power would have been basically solved. Of course, if he wanted to regenerate his true Qi and achieve a qualitative change, and manipulate the power of the five elements to a higher level... that would require Qiu Chuji's own hard practice and understanding.

Even a thousand-year-old tree can still be cut down by a hacksaw.

Qualitative improvement is always stronger than quantitative accumulation.

But this also gave Qiu Chuji enough confidence. At the same time, this small box with obvious storage function seemed to be reminding Qiu Chuji that after reaching the lower world, he should not use the Yuxu Bell again, as that would expose his identity.

Some things, even if it means trying to cover up one's own mistakes, must be done.

It's like calling a horse a zebra, which is actually a test of obedience.

It can also be a fig leaf to ease conflicts.

It gives both sides of the conflict an excuse and reason to avoid a complete fallout and fighting.

The meaning of Yuanshi Tianzun's disciples poaching people personally is completely different from that of a Quanzhen Taoist who believes in the unity of the three religions poaching people. The unity of the three religions!
How come the Quanzhen Taoists are not considered "their own people" among the monks?

"Brother, rest assured. I will try to go as quickly as possible and come back as soon as possible."

"But after all, I am traveling in the lower world, so please give me a nickname temporarily." Qiu Chuji's answer made the expression of "Wulian Xianweng" even gentler. He was satisfied with Qiu Chuji's cleverness and understood his implication.

Such secretive communication is also a form of "stealing the bell while covering one's ears".

After the incident, even if a powerful person could use the method of traveling back in time to look at the cause and effect of the incident, just from the surface of the conversation between the two, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Since you have agreed to my request, I will call you Ying Yuan!"

"When you return with your mission accomplished, I will ask my master to appoint you as the founder of Jiu Tian Ying Yuan!" After saying this, 'Wulian Xianweng' pointed the wooden staff in his hand at the jade platform not far away, and a vortex of chaotic color was formed.

Qiu Chuji walked to the front of the whirlpool, saluted to the "Wulian Xianweng" again, and then jumped down.

"Master Jiu Tian Ying Yuan... He really lived up to the nickname I casually gave myself."

"But the more benefits you give me, the more uncertain I feel!" Qiu Chuji was in the whirlpool, but he had no choice.

It kept falling, and when it settled, the world remained the same, without any constraints or discomfort. However, the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth was much thinner than that in the upper realm. Not to mention compared with Kunlun Mountain, it was far worse than Chentang Pass.

Perhaps for the creatures in the upper realm, becoming an immortal means receiving an ascension order from the orthodox or unorthodox sects and reciting an ascension spell. This has more symbolic meaning than practical significance. However, for the creatures in the lower realm, they really have to ascend to the upper realm from the lower realm and obtain a true identity recognized by the upper realm.

For example, when the White Snake and the Green Snake went to Kunlun to steal the magic herb, that was a typical case of smuggling.

I just don't know whether they are able to smuggle themselves or if they have borrowed help from somewhere else.

Being in the lower world, Qiu Chuji first used his primordial spirit to sense the ten directions, determine the background of the world, and then think about the specific arrangements for the next step.

In a short time, he had collected a lot of basic intelligence.

For the people in this world, most of them certainly don't know that the world they live in is just a middle thousand worlds under the jurisdiction of a big world among the heavens and myriad worlds. They certainly don't even know how big the world is, how many countries there are, and how many dynasties and national regimes there were before the current country.

But they knew that the country they lived in was called "Sheng", which was somewhat similar to the Northern Song Dynasty in terms of culture and economic development.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the national teacher took snake gall to cultivate immortality and extended the life of the national ruler. After he died in the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes, the world fell apart and was in chaos for nearly four hundred years, until another hero rose from the troubled times, ended hundreds of years of chaos, and established the Sheng Kingdom. Only then did the world become peaceful and the people gradually live at peace.

"White Snake: Origin and White Snake: Life?" Qiu Chuji made a judgment in his mind.

If this is the world view, it would be much easier to operate.

After all, in this world view, Bai Suzhen does not have the Mother of Lishan or Guanyin Bodhisattva standing behind her.

At most, there is an old fox whose life span is unknown and whose exact origin is unknown, who is manipulating things behind the scenes.

"It seems that if I want to join the game, I have to write a better script first!"

"Since the story of fate is about reincarnation and cause and effect, how about I tell him about transcending yin and yang?"

In Qiu Chuji's mind, a "good story" gradually emerged, which might be a little bloody, but definitely had a lot of plot tension.

(End of this chapter)

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