Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Facing the teasing of the Dragon Girl, Chengfeng raised his fist in a fierce manner, pretending to hit her, but there was a smile in his eyes.

The dragon girl smiled and waved her hands repeatedly, "Alright! Alright! Senior Brother Jintong, I won't make trouble with you anymore. Master wants to see you for something."

Hearing the word "Master", Chengfeng became serious and stopped joking.

"Master, what do you want from me?"

The dragon girl shook her head, a look of confusion on her face.

"Well, I don't know. Master just asked me to pass on a message. What is it specifically? Go ask it yourself."

Chengfeng nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards Luojia Cave.

Entering the cave, Taoist Cihang was sitting upright on a lotus seat with his eyes closed and his mind focused, as if he had become one with the world.

Her figure looked particularly solemn and kind under the soft light.

His body was surrounded by a faint aura, which was a manifestation of the profound magical power and compassion accumulated through years of practice.

Chengfeng walked to the lotus seat, bowed, and respectfully called out: "Master, I am Shancai, your disciple, and I am here to pay my respects to you."

Taoist Master Cihang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was gentle and deep, and he smiled slightly.

"Jintong, you are here. The master asked you to come here because he has something to do with you."

"Please give me your instructions, Master!" Chengfeng took a few steps forward and listened respectfully.

Taoist Master Cihang glanced at Chengfeng and nodded slightly, "Recently, the mountain gods, land gods, and lower-level officials have been undergoing a major assessment of their duties."

"The gods from all the grassroots are gathering in the Heavenly Palace to prepare for the once-in-a-century exam. The human world needs to draw on divine power to replenish various places and maintain order."

"You will go to Qingcheng Mountain and temporarily take over as the mountain god for half a year to maintain order there."

"Become a mountain god? This..."

When Chengfeng heard this, he was stunned. Isn't it funny to go to Qingcheng Mountain and become the mountain god?

In our imagination, the mountain god and the land god are both old men with white beards.

How can I do this kind of thing when I am like this? Besides, I don't know anything.

Chengfeng looked up at Master Cihang, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Master, how can I dare to take on such an important task? Although I have practiced with you for many years, my cultivation is still shallow and I lack experience. Please find someone else, Master!"

Chengfeng took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner panic, and continued:

"Besides, my character is not stable and I am sometimes impetuous. Please think twice."

Taoist Master Cihang smiled, as if he could see Chengfeng's inner hesitation and thoughts.

"It's just a temporary position for half a year, what's wrong with that? Moreover, enjoying some offerings can improve your cultivation, and may even help you uncover the secret technique given to you by the great master. Don't hesitate, get ready and go right away."

Chengfeng didn't want to be a mountain god or a land god at all, and shook his head hurriedly.

"Master, how can the common people there believe me if I look like this? Please take back your order."

"Stop talking so much!"

Taoist Cihang waved to him.

Chengfeng suddenly discovered that his chest was covered with white, which was actually the snow-white beard.

"What...what's going on?"

Chengfeng's voice was filled with panic and disbelief.

He hurriedly touched his cheek, and found that his flat and smooth face was now covered with deep and crisscrossing wrinkles.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed from a young man in his prime into an old man with long flowing beard and rosacea overnight.

"Ah!"

Chengfeng sneezed for no apparent reason, and a wisp of clear mucus slowly flowed out of his rosacea.

Chengfeng's face turned green instantly. He was shocked, embarrassed, and embarrassed...all kinds of emotions intertwined together, almost suffocating him.

Staring at the protruding white beard on his chest, Chengfeng waved his hands in the air busily.

I want to remove these messy things from my body.

Obviously this is just a futile effort.

"Master, this...what's going on?"

Chengfeng stuttered, with a hint of tears in his voice.

Taoist Cihang looked at him for a few seconds, smiled and nodded.

"Great! Get ready and go now!"

"I..." Chengfeng said with a sad face, "Master, this..."

"Don't you think that others won't be convinced by your appearance? I will change your appearance."

Taoist Cihang smiled and said leisurely: "That's it. This beard is your new identity. After half a year, your appearance will be restored."

Listening to his master's words, Chengfeng felt mixed emotions.

Knowing that I could no longer refuse, I had to bite the bullet and accept this sudden "transformation".

Looking down at the still conspicuous white beard on his chest, Chengfeng smiled bitterly, "Disciple, obey your command!"

"Yeah! That's good!"

Taoist Cihang nodded and said: "The spiritual energy of Qingcheng Mountain is rich, and it is a holy place for cultivation. It is close to the Holy Land Laomu Palace, and there is also the Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Temple. If you have any questions, you can ask them more."

"Yes! Master! I will remember this."

Chengfeng nodded helplessly, bowed to Taoist Cihang, and turned to leave.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The Yuxu Palace is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright on the treasured chariot, emanating an aura of boundless auspiciousness.

His eyes were slightly closed, immersed in deep meditation.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence.

The gatekeeper boy reported respectfully: "Tianzun, the South Pole Immortal is here to pay his respects."

Tianzun slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were as deep as the sea, revealing boundless majesty.

"Let him in."

The boy took the order and left.

After a while, the Immortal of the South Pole walked into the hall with steady steps and a solemn expression.

He walked quickly forward and bowed deeply to the Heavenly Master, with a hint of respect in his voice.

"Teacher, I feel called by you, so I come to see you."

Tianzun nodded and his eyes fell on the Immortal Old Man, as if he could see through everything.

"Nanji, go to the Confucius Temple and bring Zhongni here. This matter is urgent and there can be no mistakes."

The immortal did not ask the reason and left.

Inside the Confucius Temple, the Master's true form appeared. Upon hearing that the Heavenly Venerable had summoned him, he felt inexplicably excited.

Following the footsteps of the Immortal of the South Pole, we set out on the journey to the Yuxu Palace.

Along the way, the Master had mixed feelings, with curiosity about the unknown and awe of the Heavenly Master he was about to face.

Inside the Yuxu Palace, the Master knelt on the ground involuntarily, his voice respectful and pious.

"Disciple greets the Great Celestial Lord!"

Tianzun's voice was gentle and solemn: "Zhongni, I need your help with something. There is a stubborn stone here that needs your education and teaching."

The Master nodded and said “Yes”.

Sun Wukong, now known as Supreme Jade, gradually learned the means of crossing classes in the secular world - etiquette and writing - under the guidance of the Master.

After a period of time, Supreme Jade was brought to the void and chaotic world again, where he listened to the great Dao under the seat of Patriarch Hongjun.

One day in heaven is one year on earth, one day in the void is equivalent to a hundred years of vicissitudes on earth.