“Not bad,”

‘Chang Lin Daoren’ slowly raised his head, his voice calm.

The voice was still the original voice.

The old Taoist was still the same old Taoist.

But at this moment, no one would think he was still Chang Lin Daoren, not even his direct disciple.

Mingxin, the little Taoist boy, stood in the distance, his body trembling, feeling waves of cold air rising from his heart, giving birth to a huge, inexplicable fear.

It was clearly just a plain sentence, but he trembled uncontrollably.

Seventh Master Xie!

In the entire world of cultivators, even ordinary people, who hadn't heard of the great names of Black and White Impermanence?

He never dreamed that at this time and place, the legendary Seventh Master Xie would actually descend into the world, borrowing his teacher's body.

"Half a jin of donkey offal, a portion of donkey tendons, a portion of donkey ears, two liang of burning wine, very good, you are very good."

‘Chang Lin Daoren’ glanced at the wine and dishes on the table, a deep remembrance surfacing on his face:

"Fu Jun and Second Brother, liked to eat like this the most..."

In the gentle sigh.

An Qisheng captured an extremely deep emotion.

In a trance, he seemed to see something.

It was a narrow path under the setting sun, a burly, ugly man driving a cart, a board cart pulled by an ox and a horse, a tall figure in a grey robe lying diagonally on the hay, looking at an ancient book.

Two tiny little guys lying on the left and right, looking at the sky...

"It's good as long as Seventh Master likes it."

An Qisheng drank the wine in his cup, and picked up the wine pot to pour a cup for the 'person' in front of him.

The wooden charm in Jiao Yuan Mountain, the encounter at the Yin-Yang Tavern, and Chang Lin Daoren, were all preparations made by this Seventh Master Xie to see him.

An Qisheng had known this for a long time.

But it was only at this time that he came.

Xie Qi picked up his wine cup, took a deep sniff, and slowly drank it down.

The wine swirled in his mouth before slowly swallowing it.

"Ha!"

Xie Qi put down his wine cup and sighed, a hint of satisfaction in his expression, "It's rare to see this worldly atmosphere again, it's not in vain that I went to so much trouble to come up here."

An Qisheng quietly sized up Xie Qi.

He was wearing Chang Lin Daoren's body shell, but what came was not his incarnation, just a wisp of divine intent. Even from the incarnation of Celestial Intent, he could absorb some scattered spiritual essence.

But at this time, he couldn't capture the slightest information about Xie Qi at all.

Empty and vast, like facing the sky.

This was also the first time that he couldn't capture the spiritual imprint on his body at all.

This was truly flawless, even just a wisp of divine intent, there wasn't the slightest flaw.

An Qisheng was sizing up Xie Qi, and Xie Qi was also sizing up An Qisheng.

His eyes were deep, reflecting An Qisheng's figure, not knowing if he was confirming something, or deducing something.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Then, they raised their cups and moved their chopsticks at the same time.

Mingxin, the little Taoist boy, watched from afar, only seeing the two of them not saying much, exchanging a few words, then staring at each other for a long time, before starting to drink and eat.

The cups clinked, and there was nothing strange about it.

On the contrary, it revealed an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The two ate quickly.

Before long, the table was swept clean.

At this time, An Qisheng put down his wine cup, his eyes deep as he said:

"Is it Seventh Master who wants to see me, or is it Fu Jun of the Netherworld who wants to see me?"

Since coming to this world, he had heard the legends of this Netherworld Fu Jun countless times.

Legend has it that he was born out of nowhere and suppressed the nearly immortal and indestructible Ten Vicious Ones of Huang Tian. Legend has it that he swept away the demonic aura, restoring the world to a bright and clear state. Legend has it that he opened up the Netherworld, allowing the dead to have a place to stay. Legend has it that he established the order of the Yin Division, establishing the City Gods throughout the world...

There were too many legends.

"You are very smart."

Xie Qi also put down his wine cup, patted his belly, but did not answer An Qisheng's question, instead asking:

"Tell me, the people regard food as heaven, what should the next sentence be?"

"The people regard food as heaven, and safety is the priority in food."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and he slowly said.

"No no no."

Xie Qi looked at the dome of the sky and murmured:

"The people regard food as heaven, and after that, it should be, the heaven regards the people as food..."

The people regard food as heaven, and the heaven regards the people as food...

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he understood the meaning in Xie Qi's words.

"Cannot think, nor can it be said..."

Xie Qi took a deep look at An Qisheng, his eyes were deep, as if endless stars were rising and falling:

"He is watching."

Who 'He' was, was self-evident.

An Qisheng nodded slightly, cut off the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then said solemnly:

"Does Seventh Master remember Celestial Intent Zhenren?"

"Celestial Intent Zhenren? Who is that?"

Xie Qi frowned first, then shook his head: "Are you talking about that Tian Xiezi? Back then, when his Yuan Shen (Primordial Spirit) was first formed, he wanted to peek into the Netherworld, and somehow looked at me, I remember he seemed to have gone mad..."

Gone mad?

An Qisheng thought about it, and had to admit that Celestial Intent Zhenren was indeed crazy.

How could a normal person comprehend such a strange supernatural power as 'Yuan Shen (Primordial Spirit) division'?

However, compared to Celestial Intent Zhenren's almost indelible impression.

This Seventh Master Xie seemed to have no impression of him at all.

This was truly a sad fact.

"Fu Jun disturbed the heavens, and now the Heavenly Secrets are muddled, I cannot leave the Netherworld, so I do not know what has happened specifically these years..."

Ripples appeared in Xie Qi's eyes, and after saying a sentence, he seemed to have discerned something.

"It has caused quite a stir."

He smiled, his smile a little cold:

"Fu Jun once said that the City Gods would have a calamity, I think it should be on this person."

"After this time, the Yin Division City Gods will already be dead in name only."

An Qisheng did not hide anything, and directly stated his intention:

"I want to gather the City Gods of the world and return them to the mountains and rivers, what does Seventh Master think?"

Xie Qi was noncommittal:

"You want to gather the City Gods of the world, so be it, but without the Yin Division City Gods, how will those mortals deal with the fierce ghosts and demon ghosts that are born every day in the world?"

Even though someone in front of him wanted to gather the City Gods of the world, Xie Qi did not seem to have any anger, his tone as calm as if discussing what to eat for dinner.

If countless people, demons, and ghosts who had died at his hands over the years saw this scene, they probably wouldn't believe it at all.

"Fu Jun opened the Netherworld, established the Yin Division, stabilized the world, divided humans and ghosts, and bound the City Gods with incense, each and every one of these things is extremely remarkable."

An Qisheng could not deny that this Netherworld Fu Jun was ambitious and talented.

Without the Yin Division City Gods, without the Netherworld Hell, the chaos and misery of this world would be a hundred times worse.

It was just that binding ghosts and gods with mortals through incense was not necessarily the best way.

"However, as heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement. People, should strive for self-improvement, should strive for self-rescue, and cannot rely on the charity of ghosts and gods."

An Qisheng did not care at all that the person in front of him was the biggest ghost and god in this world, and spoke bluntly:

"What does Seventh Master think?"

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement..."

Xie Qi chewed on this sentence, and was stunned for a while, before slowly nodding after a long time:

"If it can be done, it would naturally be extremely good."

But if it doesn't work...

Xie Qi didn't say the second half of the sentence, but both of them knew what it meant.

If it didn't work, then the world would be in a completely different situation.

"Then, I thank Seventh Master for your accomplishment."

An Qisheng poured another cup of wine, filling it for Xie Qi as well.

"Since you want to gather the City Gods of the world, you also need to solve the other things one by one... It's a pity that such a small character that can be slapped to death at will can threaten the Yin Division system established by Fu Jun."

Xie Qi picked up his wine cup, smiled self-deprecatingly, and drank the wine in the cup.

"Since Seventh Master said that they are small characters that can be slapped to death at will, why not slap them to death at will?"

An Qisheng held his wine cup and asked with a light smile.

"Because He is watching me..."

Xie Qi put down his wine cup, took a deep look at the clear blue sky, and said to himself:

"He is coming, I should leave..."

Before the words were finished, Chang Lin Daoren's body trembled again, and then, the Yin Sha (Yin energy) that permeated the surroundings, even colder than the heavy snow in winter, slowly receded.

A ripple flashed in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, and he followed the Yin Qi to look.

Vaguely, his gaze seemed to flow with the Yin Sha Qi in the Netherworld.

In the midst of the endless Yin Sha Qi, he saw a desolate and mottled city.

On top of that city, two figures, one black and one white, sat back to back, both with their eyes closed, like dead people.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in the clear blue sky, and a lightning snake danced across the universe.

An Qisheng retracted his gaze as if he had been electrocuted.

In a fleeting glance, he saw that the black and white figures sitting back to back on top of the city were deeply connected together, as if one was the existence that carried the other.

Or perhaps, both sides had to rely on each other to exist.

"Ah!"

Chang Lin Daoren's body trembled, and he let out a scream, almost jumping up.

"Master!"

Mingxin, the little Taoist boy, exclaimed and ran over.

He knew that Seventh Master Xie had already left.

Chang Lin Daoren's body swayed a few times before looking around as if waking up from a dream, and finally exhaled a breath that had been held in his chest for a long time.

Chi ~

A black-as-ink Yin Qi shot across a hundred zhang like an arrow, spraying onto the frozen lake surface.

Visible to the naked eye, a layer of black quickly spread across the surface of the ice.

"This, this is..."

Chang Lin Daoren's eyes widened, feeling an indescribable sense of joy.

As cultivators, with the arrival of their natural lifespan, their physical bodies, spiritual consciousness would all carry a decaying scent, even if their strength and supernatural powers were not impaired, it was inevitable.

But at this time, with this turbid breath exhaled, the decaying aura on his body actually dissipated.

What rose instead was the vigorous vitality that permeated the earth and mountains after a thunderstorm.

In An Qisheng's eyes, Chang Lin Daoren's natural lifespan had also changed.

Without the slightest breakthrough in realm, the original lifespan of only eight years had now skyrocketed by sixty years!

"Master, what is this..."

Mingxin, the little Taoist boy, widened his eyes, also feeling the change.

"Seventh Master, it's Seventh Master..."

Feeling the change in his lifespan, the trace of dissatisfaction in Chang Lin Daoren's heart instantly vanished, and he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing towards the Netherworld.

Lend you the time of an incense stick, and return you the lifespan of a Jiazi (60 years)!