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Chapter 129 Cool Breeze and Bright Moon
Wuzhuang Temple is nestled deep within Longevity Hill, its ancient and solemn halls hidden in a misty, spiritual atmosphere, exuding the majestic aura of an ancestral temple of earth immortals.

Pigsy followed Silver Furnace Boy down on a cloud. He carried his rake on his shoulder, and his plump body swayed slightly when he landed. His small eyes darted around as he surveyed this immortal cave, which was so different from Fuling Mountain.

He was about to say something when his gaze suddenly fell on two people standing outside the temple gate, one of whom was Chen Guangrui!
"Huh?" Pigsy's big, protruding ears flapped unconsciously, his thick, black nostrils flared, and his loud voice, filled with utter surprise, rang out, "Hey, you who tends the fire, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Guangrui turned his head, his face displaying a perfectly timed expression of unexpected surprise. He bowed slightly to Zhu Ganglie, his tone gentle.

"Brother Pig? What a coincidence, I'm going back with Silver Furnace, so of course I'll stay here."

Zhu Ganglie thought for a moment and then remembered that Chen Guangrui was also from the Tushita Palace. So if they went back together, there would be no problem.

As for the old man, Zhu Ganglie ignored Yuan Shoucheng next to Chen Guangrui, as if he had never seen such a person at all.

Although he was surprised, his mind was quickly drawn to the ginseng fruit. He grinned, rubbing his large, fan-like hands together, his expression full of affection and anticipation.
"Hehe, no problem, no problem. I, Old Pig, am also on the same page as this little immortal..."

He turned his head and glanced at the Silver Incense Burner Boy, "Come and see that rare thing, we're on the same road!"

When the Silver Furnace Boy saw that Chen Guangrui was already outside the temple, he was secretly pleased, saving himself the trouble of making another trip.

He lifted the jade bottle he was holding higher, straightened his small body as he tried to adopt the air of someone in charge, and shouted loudly at the tightly closed doors of the Wuzhuang Temple.
"Hey, is anyone home? Open the door!"

"Knock knock knock!" He stood on tiptoe and pounded on the heavy door knocker with his small hands.

A moment later, a soft creak was heard from inside the door, and the heavy door opened a crack. Two exquisitely carved, neatly dressed young boys in Taoist robes appeared, warily observing the peculiar group outside.

A loud-mouthed child carrying a bottle, a fat pig spirit, a scholar who looks like an ordinary Taoist priest, and an old man with a mercenary appearance.

The one on the left with the hair in double buns is Qingfeng. His delicate eyebrows are furrowed, his small face is tense, and his sharp eyes sweep over Zhu Ganglie before landing on Yinlu Tongzi's face. His voice is cold and icy.
"Hey! Where did you come from? Don't you know that Wuzhuang Temple doesn't welcome guests?"

On the right is Mingyue. His large eyes scanned her up and down, making no attempt to hide his disdain and suspicion. He curled his lip slightly.
"That's right! My master, Zhenyuan Daxian, is the ancestor of all earth immortals. He has discussed metaphysics and Dao with the Three Pure Ones and is an equal to them. Now, the Great Immortal has been invited to the South Sea to attend the Guanyin Bodhisattva's Buddhist assembly, leaving only us to guard the temple. Master has long given strict orders that since the immortal is not here, Wuzhuang Temple is off-limits to outsiders. Let's go!"

As they spoke, the two were about to close the door.

"Wait!" Seeing that he was being treated so disrespectfully, the Silver Furnace Boy became anxious. He took a small step forward, bracing himself against the crack in the door, and shouted.
“We’re from the Tushita Palace, so of course we have business here. I didn’t stop your great immortal from visiting us, so why won’t you let us in?”

"The Tushita Palace?" Qingfeng scoffed as if he'd heard the funniest joke, exchanging a glance with Mingyue, his disdain deepening. Mingyue snorted even louder, hands on her hips.

"The Tushita Palace is in the Thirty-Third Heaven. Which of the immortals under Laozi's command doesn't possess the bearing of a Daoist immortal? You alone?"

His gaze swept over Zhu Ganglie's greasy, twisted appearance and Yuan Shoucheng's stock market-savvy manner like a knife. "You dare to impersonate a celestial immortal? Who are you trying to fool!"

Qingfeng, with an expression that said "I don't want to waste any more words," coldly added, "Leave now and shut up!"

"You!" The Silver Furnace Boy's face flushed red from the sharp mockery, and his boastful spirit surged to the top of his head.
He suddenly raised the jade bottle he was holding in his arms, its lustrous surface shimmering in the sunlight.
"You're looking down on me!" The Silver Furnace Boy was so provoked by the disrespect that his face turned red, and his determination to make them see the truth finally erupted. He suddenly raised the jade bottle he had been clutching tightly above his head, "Let me show you, and you'll know whether I'm right or not."

The bottle was carved from the finest white jade, crystal clear to the extreme, as if it contained a pool of solidified moonlight.

The bottle has a soft, water-like halo flowing naturally on its surface, and its interior is even more colorful, sometimes as blue as the deep sea, sometimes as clear as the blue sky, as if you can hear the sound of flowing water and the refreshing fragrance of cinnamon emanating from it.

Legend has it that this treasure was personally crafted by Laozi. It not only contained supreme elixirs but also received the Jade Liquid of the Jade Pool and the Spiritual Spring of the Heavenly River. It is itself a vessel formed by the power of creation, brimming with celestial energy and pure beyond compare in the universe.

"See that? The treasure that Laozi uses to hold elixirs and water, do you recognize it? Open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

The arrogance on Qingfeng and Mingyue's faces froze instantly. Qingfeng's eyes were fixed on the celestial light flowing over the bottle, and his slightly pursed lips parted slightly, revealing a clear look of disbelief and astonishment on his face.

Mingyue subconsciously shrank her neck. Her sharp and critical eyes were momentarily blinded by the pure light of the bottle. Her previous certainty began to waver, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on her small face. Her throat bobbed, and she forgot to refute.

But this was just the beginning. Just as Qingfeng was about to force himself to remain calm and voice his doubts, the Silver Furnace Boy's "I'm going to beat you" attitude was already unstoppable.

A smug smile played on his lips as he swiftly reached into the sleeve of his little Taoist robe and held an even more astonishing treasure in his palm.

Purple-gold and red gourd!
This gourd is small, easily held in the palm of your hand, yet its entire body displays an indescribable purplish-gold hue. This color is neither gold nor copper, but a deep, mysterious gold forged from the Milky Way. The main body is a restrained, noble purple, while the outer layer is enveloped in a layer of ever-flowing, crimson-gold radiance.

The gourd's mouth was encircled by a thin golden ring, currently emitting rings of tangible, pale golden light, as if a small sun were imprisoned within. The entire treasure didn't radiate blinding light, but rather a primordial, ancient pressure!

The moment it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to thicken, and light and shadow were invisibly distorted and swallowed by it, as if time itself flowed over its surface in awe. This was the supreme treasure used by the Supreme Dao Ancestor to refine the essence of heaven and earth; it was itself a wondrous treasure of heaven and earth possessing infinite mysteries.

"Look at this next, the Purple-Gold Red Gourd, the supreme magic weapon used by our ancestor to refine pills and condense the Dao. Do you recognize it?"

Qingfeng was struck as if by an invisible bolt of lightning, frozen in place. He stared intently at the golden light emanating from the gourd's mouth and the dark runes flowing across it, his eyes wide with shock, all his contempt and doubt instantly shattered, leaving only pure horror.

His lips trembled violently; he wanted to shout something but couldn't utter a sound. The immense golden light within him was just like the descriptions in legends.

Mingyue gasped dramatically, "Wow!"

He instinctively gripped Qingfeng's sleeve tightly, his body jerking back as if the gourd's light was scorching. His mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit a duck egg, his pupils filled with disbelief and profound fear.

The two people's carefully constructed aura was punctured like paper in front of this treasure that represented the supreme mystery of alchemy!

Seeing that his opponent was stunned by the two treasures, the Silver Furnace Boy felt as happy as if he had drunk sweet dew. He was not willing to stop and had to press his advantage.
No! This is just the beginning! He will nail the grandeur of the Tushita Palace into the hearts of these two young boys! Suddenly, the Silver Furnace Boy's other small hand flashed across the simple belt at his waist, revealing a glint of cold light.

brush!
A longsword, seemingly forged from the coldest starlight, was drawn out.

Seven Star Sword!
The sword is three feet long, its blade clear and transparent as if formed from the essence of ten thousand years of mysterious ice, yet it contains a sharp, golden edge that makes one's heart tremble.

Upon closer inspection, the spine of the sword is not smooth, but is naturally engraved with the pattern of seven brilliant stars. These seven stars are not inanimate objects, but projections of the Big Dipper constellation, which are now slowly flowing and rotating on the sword, with mysterious trajectories.

Between the flickering sword light, it was not ordinary sword energy, but rather a chilling and piercing frost-like aura, a chill that was far beyond the reach of human ice and snow.

As the cold light swirled, the light seemed to be absorbed and cut off wherever the sword tip pointed. This was the supreme divine weapon of Laozi, who protected the Dao and subdued demons, sweeping away all evil influences. Every wisp of sword energy carried the immortal killing power to sever cause and effect and clear away karmic obstacles!
"And there's more!" The Silver Furnace Boy stood holding his sword, his small frame seemingly imbued with a heroic air by the sword.
"The Seven Star Sword! The Dao-suppressing divine weapon in the hands of our ancestor, used to vanquish demons and purify evil!"

One treasure after another was revealed, and with each treasure he showed, his childish voice rose a notch, filled with indescribable pride and certainty, "These treasures are all important artifacts used by our ancestor to suppress the heavens. How many precious celestial treasures does your Wuzhuang Temple have? Bring them out and let's compare!"

These legendary top-tier magical treasures, which were said to exist only in the deepest part of the Tushita Palace, were now so real on this unassuming little child.

Qingfeng was completely petrified. His gaze was fixed on the purple-gold-red gourd, as if he wanted to imprint every flowing rune into his mind. His throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe. All the color drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pale spot.

His mind was buzzing. All his previous knowledge and doubts were completely crushed by these undeniable treasures radiating primordial energy before him, leaving only one thought echoing wildly:
Is it really true? How dare they bring people down to the mortal realm like that?

Mingyue shuddered violently. Under the chilling light and fierce killing intent of the Seven Star Sword, he could no longer control his body's instinctive reaction, letting out a short gasp, his small face contorted with extreme horror and fear.

He cried out "Ouch!" and scrambled to hide behind Qingfeng, as if the sword was a visible blade that could strike him at any moment.

His body trembled violently, and his gaze toward the Silver Furnace Boy was no longer one of contempt. He saw the many treasures of the Tushita Palace and the overwhelming power behind them, and his heart was filled with boundless awe and bewilderment.

Before the gates of Wuzhuang Temple, the mountain wind still howled, and the treetops rustled, but the sound was exceptionally clear. In this suffocating silence, only Zhu Ganglie's heavy Adam's apple bobbed once again, and a mouthful of saliva rolled down his throat.

He didn't care how good these treasures were. Now that the silver furnace was lit, no one would dare to stop them. Wouldn't it be more convenient to eat the ginseng fruit this way?
The Silver Furnace Boy was extremely pleased with himself. Looking at Qingfeng and Mingyue's stunned and dumbfounded appearance, he felt that he had finally gotten his revenge.

He put his little hands on his hips, held his chin high, and his bright eyes were full of smugness.

"See? You can see it clearly now, right? These are all things from my ancestor, they can't be faked!"

"Have you seen enough? Can we go in now?"

Qingfeng and Mingyue's faces turned pale and then flushed.

They were already seven or eight parts convinced. Besides the attendant of Laozi in the Tushita Palace, which other attendant could carry such precious treasures?

Even so, Wuzhuang Temple currently has very few people, so how can it receive guests?

How should we receive them if we let them in? Our master isn't here; what if something goes wrong...?

Wouldn't that offend the Tushita Palace?

Qingfeng frowned, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her lips moved as if she wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, her face full of confusion.

Mingyue nervously rubbed the hem of her Taoist robe, all her previous arrogance gone, leaving her with nothing but a head full of worries.

They were unwilling to entertain these guests. If it were any ordinary person who came to their door, they would naturally be driven away with a barrage of sarcasm and ridicule.

After all, Wuzhuang Temple has a big reputation, so they can just leave without saying anything.
But this time, the two saw an even bigger sign.

The fact that the two were in such a dilemma made Silver Furnace Boy feel a surge of satisfaction, as he felt that he had completely displayed his power.

Just as Qingfeng and Mingyue hesitated and the atmosphere fell into a brief silence, a thin, yellow-skinned spirit quietly slipped out from the side gate, quickly stuffed something into Qingfeng's hand, and then quickly shrank back.

Qingfeng subconsciously looked down and saw a neatly folded note. He unfolded it, somewhat puzzled. Mingyue also curiously leaned closer.

The note contained only two lines of crooked, small handwriting, seemingly hastily written by some kind of demon:
"That pig demon from Gao Village is here too. Be careful not to get scammed. That pig demon is a live-in son-in-law from the village, and he has a terrible reputation."

(End of this chapter)