Chapter 137 Is the Divine Rope going to be lost again?

“Without worship for a long time, the temple fell into disrepair and became a place for travelers to stay. Only a little fox, grateful for the protection it provided, would come to worship here often. I was not so destitute then and could still transform into a divine body, so I took you in as my adopted daughter to accompany me through a hundred years of solitude. After that, I became even more depressed, my spirit and courage collapsed, and I became increasingly weak. If it weren’t for the incense you lit, I would have died long ago.” Yang Taisui looked at the sleeping fox demon with a gentle look in his eyes, then turned to look at Gu Qingyuan, his heart somewhat shocked.

During these three hundred years, there have been visits from the earth gods, and those who truly practiced cultivation lingered there and broadened their horizons. But the way of the gods faded away, and without the continuation of burning incense, they could only linger on in the world, their spirits became silent, and disappeared from heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, Mr. Xu lit a green incense and awakened their will.

"It is true that flower fairies and fox spirits are very human. General Yang, have you ever seen other gods or cultivators?" Gu Qingyuan asked.

Yang Taisui thought for a moment and said, "I have seen several of them before, but they left early. A hundred years ago, I was sent by an immortal to kill a demon. Afterwards, I received a copper coin as a reward. It was also because of that copper coin that I was able to survive for a few more decades."

"Immortal? May I ask how powerful that immortal is?" Gu Qingyuan asked after a pause.

"He is called an immortal, but in fact he is a true cultivator who knows some methods of summoning spirits and sending generals." Yang Taisui glanced at Gu Qingyuan, "His cultivation level should not be as good as yours."

'Incense and copper coins, you can achieve true cultivation, arrest spirits and send generals.'

Gu Qingyuan wrote down a few words, and Yang Taisui suddenly said, "Sir, if you want to find a fellow practitioner, you can go to Linjiang City. I once heard from a local deity that there is a great monk in Linjiang City with a high level of cultivation."

Gu Qingyuan nodded. He wanted to go to Linjiang City, which was Xu Xuan's home.

He pushed the fruit in front of Yang Taisui and said, "I have often heard that those who can eat air will not die. Here are some fruits. Please use them as a token of your gratitude for clearing up my doubts." He then looked at the fox demon and said, "Give the general some time to say goodbye."

Yang Taisui's courage was shattered, and he was only relying on that green fragrance to hold him back. If Gu Qingyuan hadn't come, he would have disappeared at this moment.

He laughed, without much resentment, and took a deep breath towards the fruit. The fruit did not change, but the energy flowed into Yang Taisui's mouth and nose: "Yang was originally a dead person. It is a great fortune to live a few hundred more years by chance."

Yang Taisui sighed: "I just feel a little lonely..."

On the second day, at dawn, the fox demon was no longer seen in the ruined temple. Li Danian woke everyone up. He felt refreshed after waking up, and all the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.

Everyone had their own job. Some chopped wood and piled it in the corner, some started a fire to cook, and some dismembered horse meat for dry food.

"Boss, some of our mules and horses are still alive!" A surprised voice came. Yesterday, the mules and horses were frightened by the tiger demon and collapsed to the ground. Except for a few whose heads were taken away by the tiger demon, the rest are still alive.

The atmosphere became much more lively for a moment.

After the meal, Li Danian calculated the cargo and the strength of the mules and horses, and placed most of the cargo on the mules and horses, and the rest was carried by manpower.

"Sir, you are a god-like figure. We were protected by you and escaped a disaster. This is a thank you gift. Please don't refuse it." Li Danian handed over a purse.

Gu Qingyuan did not refuse, and they went their separate ways, one going north and one going south.

Looking at the golden body fragment in his hand, Gu Qingyuan walked and looked at it.

Those fragments were left by Yang Taisui, a god, but in the end only these three or five fragments were left.

"This fragment is a good material. Perhaps I can create an incarnation. When I get to Linjiang City and meet the monk, I can get to know the information of the spiritual world here and start doing this." Thinking of this, Gu Qingyuan stepped into the air and flew towards Linjiang City. Halfway through, he passed by a city and seemed to have discovered something, so he fell into the city.

"My fellow villagers, young and old, this is my first time here, so I'm going to perform a magic trick to earn a living. If you have a lot of money, give me some money, and I'll remember your kindness. If you don't have any, that's fine, just stand there and cheer me on. Show your support!"

An old Taoist priest made a circle gesture to solicit business. He was not too old, about fifty years old. He was wearing a wrinkled green Taoist robe with some grease stains on the collar. He looked dusty. He was standing behind a table, with a child of about fourteen or fifteen beside him, beating gongs and drums to run the business.

As soon as the shout started, many idle people gathered around to join in the fun.

"That Taoist priest, what kind of magic are you going to perform? If it's not good, I won't pay." The crowd started to make a fuss.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Of course, everyone, please take a look."

The old Taoist pointed at the square table, and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air. He picked up the white paper, walked around, stretched out his hand to make a scissors shape, and moved his fingers across, causing paper scraps to fly everywhere. In a short while, he had cut the white paper into a butterfly.

Some of the onlookers were not happy to watch: "You old Taoist are fooling people. If I had a razor blade hidden in my fingertips, I could also cut paper into butterflies. It's not pretty, it's not pretty."

When one person shouts, a group of people will shout too.

The old Taoist still had a smile on his face: "You are anxious, everyone, please watch carefully!"

He clapped the paper butterfly with both hands, rubbed it slightly, and then opened his hands. Then, white butterflies flew out in the sky, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise.

The old Taoist took out a piece of white paper, fetched a basin of clear water, cut the white paper into a circle, and walked around facing the clear water with the basin in hand. People gathered around to watch. Even the full moon in the clear water rose and fell with the waves. You have to know that it was daytime, so where did the moon come from?

"Okay, okay, one more, one more!" The onlookers shouted, attracting more people to stop.

Seeing more and more people coming, the old Taoist winked at the boy. The boy was holding a gong and circling to collect tips. The old Taoist said, "I rely on popularity when performing in the Jianghu. You are happy to watch me, and I am happy to perform too. It's just that I am thirsty and hungry, and I haven't had breakfast yet. If you are kind, please give me some copper coins so that I can buy rice and noodles. I will also feel grateful for your kindness while eating. I will also show my strength, and I will have something new to show you later!"

Ding-dong, ding-dong, copper coins fell into the gong. Gu Qingyuan also stood in the crowd, took out a silver coin and gently put it in.

When the little boy returned, the old Taoist was stunned when he saw the gong and silver. He looked around calmly and said, "Thank you very much. I will definitely show my strength today and use some of my best skills."

The little boy had already held out a cloth bag. The old Taoist came to the bag and said, "My job is called the Immortal Rope. I can follow the rope to climb to heaven!"

There was a strange look on Gu Qingyuan's face. Looking at the miserable appearance of the old Taoist who could hardly eat, was it possible that the Immortal Rope was going to be lost again?

Amid the shouts of the crowd, the old Taoist gave the boy a look, broke free from the bag, and shouted, "Get up!"

The thick rope in the cloth bag suddenly stretched straight, soaring into the sky and piercing into the clouds. The little boy climbed up like a smart monkey in the mountains and rushed to a high place.

(End of this chapter)