The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

Delta, Triangle Mountain.

As the gale receded, Changshou and the others left.

Standing atop a vigorous and upright cypress tree, the old fox's whiskers trembled and its tail wagged merrily.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

Offering the gold mine to the immortals may be risky, but if successful, the rewards will be immense.

Although no clear answer was given, judging from the cryptic expressions made by the immortals before they left, the request of the mountain fox clan should be feasible.

At that time, we'll have a strong backing.

Their lives will be much better.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

The two immortals and the monkey returned safely and entered the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, where the round-faced fat chicken tried to sneak in.

He remembered the lesson he learned last time very well.

He flew very carefully and very slowly.

While flying, he secretly sized up Changshou, afraid that he would throw him out.

As usual, I didn't pay attention.

He wasn't familiar with this round-faced, chubby chicken.

Sun Wukong watched the show from the sidelines.

Although he quite liked the chubby chicken who could only play with him, he also respected Changshou.

Chang Shou's eyelids twitched when he caught sight of the round-faced, chubby chicken's little movements.

Considering that the round-faced fat chicken had contributed significantly to the rat extermination, he stopped trying to stop it and indirectly accepted the fat chicken.

I am a kind and honest person.

How could they not let go of past grudges and hatred?

It's even less likely that they would bully a little chick.

The invisible barrier in front of the cave entrance is very flexible and intelligent; it can sense the emotions of the creatures inside. If Changshou is unwilling to accept the round-faced fat chicken, he still cannot enter.

This round-faced, chubby chicken seems to have a connection with Changshou and wants to follow him.

The chubby chicken peeks cautiously, looking around furtively, as if afraid of accidentally bumping into something again.

After discovering that half of its body had successfully entered, the round-faced, chubby chicken's big eyes shone brightly, and it let out a joyful clucking sound.

He flapped his wings and flew into the cave.

As soon as it took off, it was violently pulled down by a line of water.

With a thud, the fat chicken fell to the ground again, its chubby face sinking deep into the earth.

Holding his staff, Chang Shou slowly walked past the fat chicken and said leisurely, "Since you're new here, you should know the rules. Fly slowly from behind."

I was teaching him the rules.

It wasn't intentional revenge for him dragging me into this last night. After all, I already said last time that Fatty Chicken's merits and demerits cancel each other out.

I'm not petty.

Absolutely not!!!

Coo coo!

The round-faced, chubby chicken crowed pitifully.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Chang Shou was particularly resentful.

As usual, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his cold face almost cracked.

He realized that he had known too little about Fellow Daoist Changshou. He had thought Fellow Daoist Changshou was mature and prudent, but this trip abroad revealed a different side of him—

He is indeed mature and prudent.

It's true that he's cunning and ruthless.

She's also a bit petty and holds grudges.

While refreshing my understanding, I don't dislike Chang Shou's traits at all; on the contrary, I admire them, especially his vengeful nature.

They are very similar to the snake race.

Moreover, Fellow Daoist Changshou is quite protective of his own.

This can be seen from the fact that he pulled his junior brother Wukong to avoid the sharp edge of evil forces.

This is more similar to the snake race.

Perhaps I can have more exchanges with Fellow Daoist Changshou. If we become friends, I can have another ally in the future.

As long as they don't actually hurt each other.

Fellow Daoist Changshou's personality should make his future cultivation life more interesting.

Changshou had no idea what Ruchang was thinking.

They went together to the disciples' courtyard to see Zhenli.

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The courtyard, nestled among lush bamboo, remains as serene as ever.

The stream flows gently, and the fragrance of bamboo wafts through the air.

It's still that same pavilion.

It's still Zhuqing green tea.

Three immortals, a monkey, and a chicken gathered around a stove to brew tea.

He doesn't talk much, as usual.

Sun Wukong teases the round-faced, chubby chicken.

Chang Shou had no choice but to take the lead in giving the lecture.

As for the fate of the rats, Zhen Li was not surprised at all.

He had dispatched the natural enemy of the rat clan, and he was also a human immortal. He calmly took a sip of tea and continued to listen.

After taking a sip of tea to soothe his throat, Chang Shou continued his story. When he mentioned the Night Plague Treasure Tree, Zhen Li glanced at Ru Chang and offered his congratulations.

Upon hearing about the Mountain Fox Clan's gold mine, he was slightly surprised and said, "The Mountain Fox Clan's request can be considered."

Not only because of the gold mine, but also because the Mountain Fox Clan did a good job protecting the area and had some merit, and their style of doing things was different from most demons and monsters.

This is why he was willing to take in the Mountain Fox Clan.

Ultimately, it was the patriarch who could decide this matter.

He didn't completely rule out the possibility of anything.

The main concern for Zhenli is not the fate of the rat tribe and the future of the tanuki tribe, nor the Night Plague Treasure Tree, but the situation in Huangfeng Ridge.

He finally put down his teacup, looked at Ruchang, and asked with a serious expression:

"Destruction is easy, but repair is difficult. Junior Brother Chang, Huangfeng Ridge might be an opportunity."

Chang Shou only understood part of what he heard.

Sun Wukong was completely confused.

The round-faced, chubby chicken simply didn't understand.

But as usual, he understood, and after thinking it over, he said:

"The earth veins and spiritual veins of Huangfeng Ridge are about to be exhausted. If we want to bring it back to life, ordinary methods will not work. Otherwise, even if we work hard for a hundred years, it will only be a temporary solution and nothing but a mirage."

This place is useless to me, and it is equally useless to my fellow disciple Xingwu.

Only if you, Senior Brother Zhenli, dedicate yourself to cultivating Huangfeng Ridge, will there be a glimmer of hope.

"Once the 800-li Yellow Wind Ridge is successfully traversed, Senior Brother will surely attain the status of an Earth Immortal, fulfilling his long-cherished wish."

After pouring another cup of tea, Zhenli shook his head and said:

"My path is not in the Western Continent of Aparagodaniya, but in the Southern Continent of Jambudvipa."

Seeing that Ru Chang was looking at him with surprise, Chang Shou and Sun Wukong were equally curious. After considering it, Zhen Li began to talk about his personal experiences.

"Since no one asked in the past, I did not tell anyone."

I come from the southern continent of Zhanzhou, and I am a green bamboo in the bamboo sea of ​​Shunan Road. In the past, like that black fox, I tried to use incense to help me with my cultivation.

But she has been like this since she was a child.

I decided to take this risk after more than two hundred years of cultivation and feeling that there was no hope for the future.

Unfortunately, the good times don't last long.

Despite its secrecy, the news eventually leaked.

In just sixty years, I was targeted. When the heavenly army attacked the mountain and destroyed the temple, the bamboo forest suffered a devastating disaster. While fleeing in a sorry state, I happened to meet the patriarch.

Out of compassion, the Patriarch showed mercy and took pity on me, for I had committed no other evil deeds besides stealing incense offerings. He then used his supernatural powers to help me escape this calamity and helped me create an external avatar, which allowed me to leave my original body and come to the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars to seek the Dao and cultivate myself.

My true form is still in the Bamboo Sea of ​​Southern Sichuan, protected by the restrictions set up by my ancestor.

One day, I will return to my homeland.

If the opportunity arises, one can attain enlightenment there, give back to one's homeland, and become a terrestrial immortal.

If there is no opportunity, then one should pluck the fruits of immortality there, dedicate one's life to one's homeland, and live out one's days in old age.

Chang Shou remained silent, then suddenly realized what was happening.

No wonder Fellow Daoist Zhenli felt pity for Xuanli.

No wonder the plants that Fellow Daoist Zhenli grows are more lush and verdant than those of other Fellow Daoists.

It turns out that bamboo attained enlightenment.

At the same time, Changshou understood why Ruchang and Zhenli valued Huangfengling so much.

One side raises one person.

The people of a place nurture the land and water.

The two are interdependent, sharing both prosperity and adversity.

The key to becoming a terrestrial immortal lies in the soil and water.

Changshou was unaware of the details inside, as there were no earth immortals in the cave and Patriarch Bodhi rarely discussed its secrets.

My knowledge comes mostly from reading ancient books.

It's just a guess that to repair the 800-li Huangfeng Ridge, one would probably need to be a human immortal who has become a spirit of plants, trees, mountains, or rivers, in order to seize the opportunity and rise to great heights.

These kinds of creatures are the best at nourishing the soil and water.

But this is just speculation.

Chang Shou looked at Zhen Li, hoping to get some answers.

Even if one knows that there is no hope of attaining the Immortal Dao in this lifetime, it is still good to learn more.

Having digested the information revealed by Zhen Li, he asked as usual, "Fellow Daoist, do you have a suitable candidate?"

The subtext is that he didn't have a suitable candidate and didn't know any other plant or immortal beings.

Zhen Li fell silent, lost in deep thought.