This is so dishonest!

Chapter 7 Come, fellow Taoist, have some soup!

Chenxing slept peacefully.

He even had a dream, a long dream.

In the dream, he is not afraid of the erosion of any force of time, and no cause and effect can be imposed on him. He can swim freely in the long river of time without any scruples, and unscrupulously comprehend the Tao fruits of the innate gods in endless time and space.

One day, He will understand Himself clearly and attain enlightenment.

Just when Chen Xing was about to step out of the long river of time and achieve transcendence, suddenly a huge hand like a cage reached out from the vast space and time and grabbed him, making it impossible for him to break free no matter what!
"Hey, I'm in for a treat this time!"

The sound of strange laughter resounded through the heavens: "What transcendence, what enlightenment, it's all fake."

"You are nothing but food that I raise!"

Do not! ! !
"My life is in my own hands!" Chen Xing shouted, and was ready to fight a final battle with the mastermind behind the scenes.

Then... the dream ended.

"Where am I?"

"Oh, you're finally awake." What Chen Xing saw was a familiar smiling face.

This voice is also a little familiar.

"Why am I here? Where is this?" Chen Xing felt dizzy. He remembered that he seemed to have slipped into the long river of time in order to avoid Luohou.

What happened next?

"You are still in the long river of time!" The ferryman changed his image and looked at Chen Xing who was confused in the pot. He nodded. It seemed that the force just now was just right, and it would not hurt his brain.

"Fellow Daoist Jidu? Why are you here?" Chen Xing realized that he was still in the form of a fish. Moreover, he seemed to be in a pot at this moment? Chen Xing swam in the boiling soup and confirmed that this was a big pot.

"Me? Of course I'm just passing by." The ferryman said casually, "After you left, our meeting ended not long after. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I came here to take a look and find some topics for the next meeting."

This ferryman is of course Xuan Qing, or more precisely, a wisp of Xuan Qing's divine consciousness.

This ferry is actually the underworld's ferry boat. Its main task is to travel across the boundary between life and death to pick up the dead souls.

But in this era, reincarnation has not yet begun, the underworld does not exist, so there are no dead souls that need to be guided.

Later, Xuan Qing changed his mind and realized that the Wangchuan River is a river, and the long river of time is also a river. So, it doesn't matter where you ferry someone across the river, it's still a ferry.

So Xuan Qing simply threw the boat of salvation into the long river of time, and separated a wisp of divine consciousness to meditate and gain enlightenment here.

Before this, the only one who had boarded this ship was Rahu, and now there is also Shui Yaochenxing who has transformed into a fish.

Looking at the star in the pot, the ferryman said, "I just came to the Mother River of Time and Space, and I happened to meet fellow Daoist Luohou who was rushing back. I saw with my own eyes that he knocked you out with one palm, and then threw you to the bottom of the river. I was the one who fished you out."

"Is that so?" Chen Xing thought about it and realized that he had indeed heard the voice of Fellow Daoist Luohou.

"Then why am I in the pot?"

"To save you, of course!"

The ferryman lied in all seriousness: "You sank to the bottom of the river, and your mind was corroded by the power of the Mother River of Time. So I set up a pot and boiled some soup for you. It took me a lot of effort to eliminate the negative influence for you."

Chen Xing suddenly realized: "So that's why I was wondering why my memory was a little fuzzy. It turns out that I was affected by the Mother River of Time and Space and my mind was impacted."

This was not his first time coming to the Mother River of Time and Space. The same thing had happened to him before, so he did not doubt the ferryman's words.

After a while, Chen Xing felt that he was gradually regaining consciousness and jumped out of the pot.

As soon as he landed, the image of a handsome and elegant Taoist priest appeared. He bowed to the ferryman and said, "No matter what, thank you in advance."

"We are all family, no need to be polite." The ferryman raised his lips. Brother Meng's soup is quite effective. It deserves to be the signature product of the future Netherworld.

Chen Xing Shang Zun stood on the ferry, looking out over the vast river. The magnificent scene of endless years was in full view. His expression slightly changed, and he lowered his head to look at the sturdy boat: "Daoyou, this boat..."

"It's just a small toy, don't worry about it." The ferryman took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup.

"A little toy?" The corner of Chenxing Supreme's mouth twitched. It can float freely above the Mother River of Time and Space, and the people in the boat will not be affected by any negative influence. You call this a little toy?
Isn’t this effect too amazing?
"Don't worry about this for now. Come, fellow Taoist, have some soup." A bowl was held out to Chen Xing Shang Zun. "No, thank you... Gurgle~~" After swallowing a bowl of soup, Chen Xing Shang Zun's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.

"Where were we just now?"

The ferryman replied: "You just said that your other bodies will be in trouble."

“That’s right!” Chen Xing Shangzun sighed as he sensed his 180,000 Dao bodies: “70% of them have met with misfortune, and the remaining 30% are on the way to destruction. It seems that Daoist Fellow Luo Hou has gained a lot from this trip!”

At the same time, Chen Xing was secretly rejoicing in his heart, and his eyes were full of gratitude as he looked at the ferryman.

Fortunately, Jidu helped him, otherwise the whole army would have been wiped out this time.

"Daoyou, I have a request." Chen Xing hesitated for a moment, looking at the ferryman a little embarrassedly, "I wonder if I can stay with you for a while longer, after all, Daoyou Luohou..."

"Of course!" The ferryman smiled. It would be a waste to make use of the tool that was delivered to the door.

He just wanted to see what the Chaos Demon God that Luohou mentioned was like.

The unaware Chen Xing Shang Zun breathed a sigh of relief. He did not hesitate to praise him: "Daoist Fellow Ji Du, you are a true brother!"

"At the next Taiweiyuan meeting, I will listen to you. If you say go east, I will never go west. If you say go to the sky, I will never go to the earth!"

"We are all family, there is no need to be like this, there is no need to be like this!" The ferryman was so moved that he had already taken out his camera to record what had just happened.

Chen Xing Shangzun looked around and said, "Oh, by the way, Fellow Daoist Ji Du, your boat..."

"Come on, fellow Taoist, have another bowl of soup."

"No, thank you... Gurgle~ Gurgle~"

Chen Xing's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he drank another bowl of the special edition Meng Po soup.

"Where were we talking about?"

~~~~~
The netherworld.

Xuan Qing's real body came back after the meeting.

Everything that happened in the long river of time flashed through his mind. He frowned at first, then shook his head and laughed: "That's enough, don't go too far."

After instructing the ferryman, Xuan Qing glanced at Dushuo Mountain again. The divine peach tree stayed obediently in the same place. Seeing it freely inhaling and exhaling the innate divine light, it was obvious that it had adapted to the environment of the netherworld. Even the ninety-nine divine peaches had turned pitch black.

"Daoyou, I'll lend you a branch."

After saying hello to the magical peach tree, Xuanqing took away a branch of the magical peach tree.

When he passed by Naihe Bridge, a god suddenly emerged from under the bridge.

"Lord!"

"It's Wangchuan." Xuan Qing looked at the spirit of Wangchuan River and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wangchuan was a young man. He said to Xuanqing respectfully, "The Lord of the Blood Sea came once, but left in a hurry when he saw that the Lord was not here."

"The Styx?" Xuan Qing smiled. "He wants to drag you to do some research again, right? No wonder you are hiding here."

Wangchuan nodded.

"In addition to the Lord of the Sea of Blood, there was another projection that briefly stayed in the underworld. Sister Meng told me not to worry about it."

"projection?"

Xuan Qing nodded gently, "I understand, you go first."

"Yes!"

　The author’s previous book, which has 200 million words, has a very unique painting style. Friends who are interested can go and take a look.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)