Chapter 19: Can I Have All of Them?

Chapter 19: Can I Have All of Them?

This series of events happened to Chen Changsheng, as if several mysteries were enveloping him.

The Old City God was also lost in thought.

In fact, when the grains of sand turned into hair, he saw them clearly.

The fact that that hair didn't drift to any other place but landed in Chen Changsheng's hand was enough to explain everything.

The Old City God just felt that Mr. Chen was truly beyond comprehension.

Without the power of blowing dust, he could slay that evil spirit. With just one hair, he could contend with the might of the heavens.

And such an existence often wanders in the mundane world. Is it wandering in the red dust? What other thoughts does it have...

The Old City God, however, cast aside the thoughts in his mind. He felt that perhaps he had overthought it. After several rounds of negotiations, he could sense that Mr. Chen's mind was pure and there was nothing to find wrong with.

It's better not to think too much...

The Old City God came to his senses and saw that Chen Changsheng seemed to be lost in thought. So he asked, "What are you thinking about, Sir?"

Chen Changsheng put down his tea bowl and said, "I saw the Old City God fighting with an evil spirit before. I found the method of the imperial edict rather mysterious, so I want to ask the Old City God for advice on this art of the imperial edict."

"Sir, you haven't learned it?"

Well, Chen Mou was obsessed with swordsmanship in his early years, but he was actually not proficient in supernatural powers and magic.

So that's it.

The Old City God was quite generous to Mr. Chen. With a flick of his wrist, he handed over the ritual inscribed with an imperial edict to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng glanced through it briefly and said, "Chen Mou still copied a copy. There should be no problem, right?"

"Copy again!" ?" The Old City God was startled for a moment.

Chen Changsheng thought it was because the other party was unwilling, so he said, "No way?" Then Chen Mou can take it and have a look.

"No, no." The Old City God hurriedly said, "If you are willing to copy, Sir, just copy..."

Saying that, he called over the waiter from the teahouse, handed over a few pieces of silver, and then the waiter went to fetch ink, brush, paper and inkstone.

Just like last time, Chen Changsheng copied the content above.

The Old City God then sipped his tea and watched Chen Changsheng copy the Dharma gate bit by bit.

Although I had seen it once last time, I still felt somewhat astonished now.

This Mr. Chen is truly extraordinary.

The Old City God sighed slightly in his heart. Then he thought about what virtue and ability he had to be able to sit opposite such a powerful person and drink tea.

After copying, Chen Changsheng returned the original copy of the book to the Old City God in its exact form.

The Old City God put away the imperial edict method and said, "Sir, your cultivation is profound. I admire you."

"Ang?"

Chen Changsheng was somewhat puzzled. How could they talk about having profound Taoist cultivation?

He said, "The Old City God is overpraising him. Chen Mou has only a humble level of cultivation and is not worth mentioning."

The Old City God smiled meaningfully and said, "Mr. Chen is really modest."

Chen Changsheng chuckled dryly twice, while in his heart he was thinking...

What on earth is all this talking about?

Chen Changsheng then asked again, "Apart from this imperial edict, are there any other magic methods?"

The Old City God said, "There are some. How much do you want, Sir?"

"Could you lend Chen Mou a copy of all of them?" "

The Old City God was even more puzzled and said, "Of course it's possible. But apart from this imperial edict, the rest are all minor tricks. Do you want them all, Sir?"

Can I have all of them? Chen Changsheng asked tentatively.

"All?"

"Well, all of them."

Although the Old City God couldn't figure out what Chen Changsheng wanted these things for, he still took out as many as possible.

So that Chen Changsheng wouldn't have copied it bit by bit, he simply gave it all away. After all, it was of no use for him to keep these things.

At first, Chen Changsheng made a slight excuse, but he couldn't persuade the Old City God.

The Old City God said, "If all are added up, it might be quite a lot. Mr. Chen, it's probably hard for you to take it all by yourself. Sir, look..." Shall I give it to you directly, or...

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and felt that it was not convenient for him to take it either. So he said, "How about this? Please ask the Old City God to send the two evil messengers to the Liuyun Temple."

That's fine.

The two sat down and exchanged a few more off-topic remarks. It was just a few small talk, asking how Chen Changsheng had been doing over the years and if the Old City God had encountered any interesting things recently.

Under the words, nearly half an hour had passed.

Chen Changsheng got up to take his leave, while the Old City God saw him off.

After learning that the gentleman was going to Liuyun Temple, he saw him off all the way to Qiuyue Pavilion before turning back.

After leaving the Qiuyue Workshop, Chen Changsheng turned his head and took a look.

He couldn't help muttering, "The Old City God is really talkative."

Chen Changsheng smiled, turned around and then walked in the direction of Liuyun Temple.

...

A few clouds and mists surround the mountains, obscuring the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Chen Changsheng stood at the foot of the mountain. Speaking of which, he had planned to come and have a look last time, but missed it because of the Qigong practice.

Six years have passed. I wonder what this mountain looks like now.

Chen Changsheng was about to step up the steps.

But suddenly, I had a feeling and turned around to look.

A young Taoist priest dressed in the middle trigram came over carrying two buckets of water.

Chang Shan stopped and looked at the person blocking his way.

When he saw Chen Changsheng's face, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but think to himself, how could there be such an extraordinary person in this world?

"Young Taoist Priest?" Chen Changsheng woke him up with a voice.

"Ah..."

Chang Shan came to his senses and asked, "Are you going up the mountain, layman?"

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Exactly."

Chang Shan fetched water and said, "Layman, follow me. Although there are stone steps on the way up the mountain, they are not easy to walk on. Be careful of your steps."

"Ok."

Chen Changsheng just followed behind Chang Shan and set off on the way up the mountain.

"How long have you been practicing, young Taoist master?" "

More than five years.

"Can it reach the age of twenty?"

"Not yet. I'm still in the age of dancing the elephant, just over eighteen. Phew..."

Chang Shan was a bit out of breath when he spoke. Carrying water up the mountain was a physically demanding job. He usually had to walk for a while and then rest for a while.

Seeing that it was difficult for him to carry, Chen Changsheng stepped forward and took the water-carrying pole from Chang Shan's shoulder.

"Layman, no!"

Chang Shan was startled for a moment and hurriedly stopped him.

But I saw that the gentleman had already placed the carrying pole on his shoulder.

Chen Changsheng said, "According to your way of choosing, you won't be able to climb the mountain for half a day. It's better for Chen Mou to come. The young Taoist priest can just chat with me."

Chang Shan also knew that this gentleman did not mean to say that he was walking slowly. He said, "I appreciate your kindness, layman. However, carrying water is also part of my practice. I hope you will return it to me."

Chen Changsheng, however, paid no attention to him and carried the water up the mountain.

"Layman, layman!"

Changshan hurriedly chased after him.

He kept nagging in the gentleman's ear, but still did not see the gentleman put down the carrying pole.

He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed and wanted to stop him.

But that gentleman's steps were just a little larger than his, making it somewhat difficult for him to catch up to the front.

"Layman, you'd better let it go quickly. If the master finds out that you have carried water for me, I will be punished."

"Layman, layman..."

"Alas..."

Chang Shan sighed, and a helpless expression also appeared on his face.

Sir, you are so kind.

(End of this chapter)