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

On the banks of the Changjiang River, Zhuang Sheng, whose head was now completely bald, also heard the villagers' prayers.

Will the gods protect us?

Zhuang Sheng, standing on the bank, turned around. He stood on the ground, looking at the villagers kneeling in disarray, at the students whose foundations were damaged and whose lives were numbered, and at the scholar Qin, whose hands hung limply under the tree...

After gazing at him for a long time, Zhuang Sheng, with his full head of white hair, sighed softly.

The road to education remains long and arduous.

The road ahead is long and endless, and Zhuang Sheng can only go this far in the end.

Having made such a great sacrifice and carried such heavy expectations, in his final moments, he wanted to respond to those expectations and pave a new path for all living beings.

With a soft sigh, the pillar of light connecting heaven and earth suddenly exploded, and a rain of light fell, dripping onto everyone on the shore.

As the light rain dripped onto their bodies, the Datongdao students' injuries gradually healed, and their constantly dwindling vitality began to recover. Although they could not return to their initial state, their vitality was restored to a considerable extent.

The villagers kneeling on the ground were even more surprised to find that the rain of light dripping on them not only relieved their fatigue and healed their injuries, but also erased the word "sin" from their faces.

At this moment, the villagers of "Sin Village" regained the right to walk in the sunlight.

They hugged each other and cried uncontrollably.

Only after losing something do you realize how precious it truly was.

What the villagers of "Sin Village" yearn for most is to walk openly in the sunlight, without being looked at with strange eyes by others.

The pillar of light dissipated, but the "Book of Great Harmony" suspended in the air continued to shine.

Countless butterflies flew into the sky, transforming into words that were absorbed into the "Book of Great Harmony." The 2,999 pages flipped rapidly, and the words on them shone with a milky white light.

As the last butterfly made of glimmering light was absorbed into the Book of Great Harmony, the final page slowly solidified.

Words, transformed from butterflies, appeared one after another on the newly created pages of the book.

A pillar of light descended from the sky, and the vast literary and spiritual energy surged from the infinite distance, flowing into the "Book of Great Harmony" and completing the final page of the scroll.

Thus, witnessed by countless people, a brand-new treasure of literature and the Way was born.

As the faint light faded, and all the villagers excitedly rushed to the riverbank, wanting to kowtow to Zhuang Sheng, they suddenly realized...

The kind and amiable schoolteacher has vanished without a trace.

"Where is Master Zhuang? Wasn't he just here a moment ago?"

"I don't know, I just saw the Master too, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"I know, I know! Master must be a celestial being from heaven who came to earth to undergo tribulation. Now that his merits have been fulfilled, he must have already returned to the celestial realm."

"Absolutely! Absolutely!!!"

"From now on, we must set up a memorial tablet for our Master and worship it day and night! We pray that our Master will bless us with a peaceful life!"

……

On the small hill, Wanshu cried and laughed, laughed and cried again.

Her favorite husband had fulfilled his lifelong dream, and she should be happy for him no matter how you look at it.

But... I just couldn't stop the tears from the corners of my eyes.

She tried to smile, but her smile was hoarse and sorrowful.

"Ms. Wan, has the Master returned to the Immortal Realm?"

Under Su Xiaoyu's expectant gaze, Wan Shu wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Mr. Zhuang has gone to see the gods. He's watching over us from heaven, hoping that one day we can realize his dream..."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoyu, who was confused, widened her eyes, waved her little fist vigorously, and assured Wan Shu.

"Xiaoyu will definitely study hard from now on and will never let Master Zhuang and Mr. Wan down!"

……

Temporary palace.

The light and shadow in the water curtain slowly faded away, and one water curtain after another disappeared, leaving only one, which projected the "Book of Great Harmony" hanging on the river.

In the center of the main hall, Zhuang Sheng, who had disappeared from the riverbank, reappeared out of thin air, standing straight under the gaze of everyone.

In just a short while, Zhuang Sheng aged considerably; his hair and teeth fell out one after another, and his skin became covered in wrinkles.

But the schoolteacher, who had taught all his life, still stood ramrod straight, looking calmly at the assembled immortals and gods.

"Amitabha."

Xuanling Bodhisattva chanted a Buddhist prayer and spoke first.

"The betting game is over. In my humble opinion, this game should be considered a draw. What do you all think?"

An elderly-looking Taoist immortal echoed in agreement.

"Although only about 3,000 of the original 10,000 people in Sin Village chose to do good, judging from the original bet, Master Zhuang lost."

But the actions of these more than 3,000 villagers in choosing the greater good are enough to prove that the ideal of the Great Harmony has its merits.

The changing attitudes of the people of Pingluo County during the flood control efforts also prove that prejudices in people's hearts can be transformed.

The Datong students who volunteered to die further proved their sense of righteousness.

……

Considering all these factors, I believe a draw is the most appropriate outcome.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the four literary immortals on land, who were already neutral, all expressed their agreement.

Seeing this, Meng Yan and Lu He also gave up their idea of ​​continuing to argue and went along with it.

Under everyone's gaze, Meng Yan stood up and looked at Zhuang Sheng.

"Therefore, our bet ends in a draw. I will not deliberately hinder the spread of the Great Harmony Path, but I will also never give the Great Harmony Path any convenience."

Whether to support or continue the blockade will be decided by the court officials themselves. I only guarantee that the Wenchang Hall will not continue to persecute students of the Datong School.

Hearing the expected answer, Zhuang Sheng nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

"Zhuang Sheng thanks you all."

The road to Great Harmony is long and arduous, and it is already a great fortune that we have come this far. Zhuangzi firmly believes that one day, someone will build the ideal country in his heart.

Before Zhuang Sheng could speak further, the seven sages of literature and Taoism all turned their gazes toward the water curtain.

The rotating "Book of Great Harmony" shines brightly in the crystal-clear water curtain.

"This book is a priceless treasure of literature. Fellow Daoist Zhuang is about to pass away. As the one who holds a leading position in literature, I can safeguard this book for you..."

Before the five neutrals could finish speaking, Mu An stood up and gestured towards the void.

The five divine lights instantly covered the entire sky. As the divine light swept across, the "Book of Great Harmony," which was on the riverbank a second ago, appeared in his hand the next second.

"This book was crafted by me. Now that Zhuangzi is dying, it naturally belongs to me. Whom it will be given to in the future is my decision. What business is it of yours?"

"My Lord, this book is, after all, a treasure of our literary tradition, symbolizing its destiny. What do you think?"

"No need for further words, I'm taking this book."

"Who supports it, and who opposes it?"