Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

With the first person taking the lead, more and more villagers chose to leave.

For each person who left, Zhuang Sheng would prepare an umbrella and a lamp for them, and say, "Be careful on the road."

In the first hour, 1,327 villagers left, and almost all of them bowed to Zhuang Sheng and Wan Shu.

In the second hour, 811 villagers left, and many of them knelt on the ground and bowed three times to Zhuang Sheng.

In the third hour, 572 villagers left, some with tears in their eyes, bowing several times.

In the fourth hour, ninety-six villagers left. Some bowed repeatedly and said many things to Zhuang Sheng and Wan Shu.

In the last hour before dawn, seven villagers left, their heads covered in blood from kowtowing, vowing to one day repay Zhuang Sheng and Wan Shu for their kindness.

At Chenshi (7-9 AM), the rain was still falling, and after a long night, dawn broke.

The entire Sin Village has 3,468 people remaining: 3,462 villagers, four students from the same school, and Zhuang Sheng and Wan Shu sitting in front of the academy gate.

Looking at the huge procession standing in front of him, Zhuang Sheng smiled.

He may have lost the bet, but his reasoning ultimately prevailed.

The teacher, who had taught for most of his life, stepped forward and forcefully threw the Great Harmony Book in his arms into the sky.

The tattered scrolls rose into the sky, transforming into an ancient book shrouded in purple mist, gleaming brightly in the torrential rain.

"Gentlemen, let us join me in halting the mighty waves and restoring order to the world!"

……

At the summit of the mountains, inside a makeshift palace.

A water curtain hangs in the center of the main hall, and everything that happens in the sinful village is simultaneously projected onto the water curtain.

The Seven Sages of Literature, the Bodhisattva Xuanling, and Mu An, nine terrestrial immortals, sat in the hall, witnessing what was happening dozens of miles away.

Since Mu Ling'er didn't have a separate chair, she simply sat down next to Mu An. At that moment, she looked at the water curtain and quietly tugged at Mu An's sleeve.

"So who wins?"

Although Mu Ling'er tried her best to lower her voice, this simple sentence still attracted the attention of everyone present.

Following Meng Yan, Lu He, the land immortal of literature, frowned and looked at Mu Ling'er. He seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, Mu An's gaze had already fallen on him.

After glancing at the not-so-"sensible" Mu Ling'er and then at Mu An, Lu He sat up straight and turned his gaze to the water curtain.

It wasn't that he was afraid of this god of death; it was simply because Lu He, a dignified terrestrial immortal, was broad-minded and disdained to argue with juniors.

No problem, that's exactly how it is!

He deliberately avoided looking at Mu Ling'er, treating it as a normal conversation.

"Young lady, less than half of the people support Zhuang Sheng, so this can't be considered a success."

Meng Yan remained expressionless, while the other five members of Wen Dao either frowned, smiled, or lowered their heads in thought, each with their own ideas.

The most kind-looking Bodhisattva, sitting opposite Mu An, fiddled with his prayer beads a couple of times and gave Mu Ling'er a benevolent smile.

"Miss Ling'er is being a bit too hasty. The outcome of this bet depends on how things develop. Don't be too hasty."

With Mu An by her side, Mu Ling'er was not intimidated. She stood up and gave a simple Buddhist salute to Xuanling Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, I have long heard that you are a holy monk in Buddhism, with a heart for the world and the ambition to save all living beings. You are praised by the world as a true Buddha of our time."

The Changjiang River is about to experience a once-in-several-years flood. If, as you all say, the Changjiang River does change its course, will the Bodhisattva intervene to save people?

Xuanling Bodhisattva's expression remained unchanged. He nodded slightly to Mu Ling'er and praised her.

"I have always heard that the people of Qishan Road live in peace and contentment, and are known as a paradise on earth. Qing'an Prefecture is even more like a secluded paradise."

Having met you, Miss Ling'er, these past few days, this humble monk finally understands that what you said is true.

With someone like you, Ling'er, who cares so much about the people, as our leader, it's no wonder that Qishan Dao has become a pure land in this world.

If I have the opportunity, I would also like to visit Qishan Road. I wonder if Miss Ling'er would have the time to show me around properly.

Being praised so suddenly, especially by the top figure in Buddhism, Mu Ling'er almost couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She nodded repeatedly to show her approval.

"It is truly a blessing for the people of Qishan Dao that the Bodhisattva is willing to visit. Ling'er, I should give the Bodhisattva a proper introduction to the customs and culture of Qishan Dao."

Xuanling Bodhisattva responded with a smile. His face was extremely kind, and looking at him made people feel at ease.

"As for Changjiang changing its course, please rest assured, Miss Ling'er. With this humble monk and the True Lord here, even if the people of Datongdao fail, Changjiang cannot change its course!"

As she said this, the Bodhisattva Xuanling shifted her gaze to Mu An, her eyes full of goodwill.

Considering that in the past few days, this holy monk from Buddhism had given Mu Ling'er many things, including a lot of Buddhist scriptures, Mu An already had a guess in her mind.

This Buddhist bodhisattva probably wanted to form an alliance with him so that the old celestial master would not dare to act rashly.

Unfortunately, Mu An had already promised the Celestial Master back then that he would not stop the Celestial Master from attaining enlightenment unless something extremely important happened.

Despite her racing thoughts, Mu An still managed a smile on her face.

Their eyes met, and they both understood each other's general meaning.

Xuanling Bodhisattva didn't mind that Mu An was unwilling to agree for the time being. He had no shortage of time and perseverance, and he believed that Mu An would change his mind in the future.

Mu An acknowledges Xuanling Bodhisattva as a friend, but cannot grant his request; however, this does not affect their current good relationship.

The friendly scene also made the other seven people think, and even Meng Yan, who had been expressionless, changed his expression slightly.

Time passed slowly, and the hall grew quiet.

Several water curtains in the main hall changed continuously, projecting images of Zui Village, Wen Village, Pingluo County, Changjiang River, and the surrounding mountains.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, so heavy that visibility became blurred, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The mighty river roars, its towering waves threatening to surge onto both banks at any moment. Mountain streams have turned into a great river, and a flash flood could erupt at any instant.

Looking at this terrible scene, Mu Ling'er frowned again and pulled Mu An aside to ask in a low voice.

"The rain is too heavy. What use are so few people in Sin Village to a flood of this scale? They don't even have the tools to fight the flood."

Mu An did not answer immediately, but instead raised his hand and waved towards the main hall. Hundreds of water curtains appeared at the same time, reflecting the teams rushing towards the river.

Some had hundreds of people, while others were all alone.

One scholar after another carried various flood-fighting tools and braved the torrential rain to head towards the riverbank.

"One sinful village may not be able to do much, but the entire Datongdao group combined may be able to challenge the flood..."

Decades have passed, and Zhuang Sheng is no longer the solitary schoolteacher who travels the world alone.

This time, Zhuang Sheng was not fighting alone; behind him stood millions of students supporting him.

Our intervention is merely adding another story to the tales of immortals and gods, but if these ordinary mortals succeed, it will be a testament to human will conquering nature, worthy of being remembered for all eternity…”

"Even so... they can't possibly succeed on their own, can they?"

"Until the very last moment, who can say for sure whether a miracle will happen?"