摸来摸去, the old Daoist ultimately had to give up.

It's like how some people really enjoy helping others clean their ears. If they dig out large chunks of earwax, hiss, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is indescribable.

Catching lice is the same. If you search and search but can't find even one, you'll find it boring and tedious.

Outside, more and more people were gathering. The sky above was like several windows had opened, and many old geezers were craning their necks to see what was happening.

The old Daoist knew very well why these old fogeys were suddenly willing to stir.

They were all on the waiting list to be executed.

Xuanyuan Sword would sooner or later find them one by one.

Originally,

everyone was in despair.

But when they saw that he had actually returned, alive and kicking,

they naturally became uncontrollably excited, believing that they had seen a glimmer of hope!

For these old fogeys, why they were alive and what they should do while alive might no longer be important.

Survive,

keep surviving,

continue to survive at all costs,

is the real meaning of their existence now.

It's like everyone is playing a game to see who can live the longest to apply for the Guinness World Record.

As for how painful it is to live, whether it's a living hell, whether they need euthanasia, they really don't care.

Maybe they hadn't seen it clearly before, or maybe they didn't have the energy to pay attention, but the battle in Sanya in the Yang world, the descent of the xiezhi and the ascension of the bodhisattva, such a big commotion, naturally couldn't be hidden from them.

Plus, he showed up here himself,

they naturally understood as soon as they thought about it.

The old Daoist was too lazy to pay attention to them. They only dared to watch and didn't dare to actually do anything. If he really got serious and started fighting, was he, in his prime, afraid of their bunch of old bones?

It was the nine towering pillars in front of him that aroused the old Daoist's interest.

These nine, are they the transformed fingers of the Immortal King that Ying Gou cut off back then?

Dizang raised them, thinking that he could see the true meaning of Immortality through them.

Heh,

Immortality,

that ruin,

can that be called an Immortal Court?

The old Daoist smiled. To be honest, because of the Mountain Moving Ape, he was one of the few people in this world who knew the most about the Immortal Court back then.

Back then, the Yellow Emperor ascended with Xuanyuan Sword, with the posture of a human sovereign, and with one sword, there were no more immortals in the world.

That Immortal King, after witnessing the power of Xuanyuan Sword, knew that he could not resist the might of the human sovereign at that time.

So he scattered his full of resentment and unwillingness into nothingness.

His original plan was, if I can't afford to offend you, can't I hide?

Since he was an immortal, and an Immortal King at that, he must have some trump cards, otherwise wouldn't he be wasting this "immortal" skin?

Anyway, the Yellow Emperor himself set a rule for himself and for the whole world, a rule for "humans."

The Yellow Emperor himself did not break this rule, and after his lifespan was exhausted, he dissipated.

Therefore, the Immortal King returned,

but unfortunately,

he ran into the man sitting on the White Bone Throne in the center of the Nether Sea at that time.

That was an extremely tragic battle. In hell, all kinds of ferocious beasts and giants, under the induction of the Immortal King's aura, launched a counterattack against the then-leader of hell.

It can even be said that the reason why their ancestor, the first generation,

was able to reorganize the rivers and mountains of hell and create the foundation of the Yama King,

was thanks to Ying Gou's light back then.

In that battle, Ying Gou directly cleaned up most of the troublemakers. You must know that those were giant ferocious beasts who dared to resist Ying Gou.

Without that battle, it would have been much more difficult and taken much longer for their ancestor to unify hell.

Simply looking at the results of the battle,

Ying Gou fell,

the Immortal King had ten fingers cut off.

It seems like Ying Gou suffered a loss. He was beaten to nothing, but the other party only had ten fingers cut off.

In fact, it's not like that.

Not to mention that Ying Gou is still "alive" now,

simply looking at the results of that battle,

there is a term called "r染指 (rǎn zhǐ - dip one's fingers in; meddle)".

Ying Gou cut off the Immortal King's ten fingers, which was equivalent to completely cutting off the Immortal King's possibility of continuing to meddle in yin and yang. From then on, the Immortal King was almost no different from a wandering ghost outside the Three Realms.

Now, these nine fingers have grown up.

The old Daoist turned his head and looked at the small temple again.

He didn't destroy it, because this might be the last trace left by Dizang in this world of yin and yang.

Maybe, in the past, he thought that when he returned, this small temple would definitely be razed to the ground, and the palace belonging to the Yama King would be re-erected on the top of Mount Tai.

But now, he didn't have that interest anymore.

Seriously,

if it wasn't for that demanding boss, who was too black-hearted when doing business,

he only borrowed a wall from him, and he actually dared to exchange it for the position of a Yama King,

he might not even step into hell again.

Finally,

the old Daoist stood up.

The little monkey, with tears in his eyes, continued to nibble on these heavenly treasures in the old Daoist's arms, feeling extremely aggrieved.

In the distant sky,

Da Changqiu stepped forward,

one step,

and appeared a hundred meters in front of the old Daoist.

Da Changqiu bowed,

prostrating himself,

and asked:

"May I ask, is Your Excellency a descendant of the Yama King lineage?"

It was really that the Yama King lineage had been severed for too long, and they didn't recognize him. It was normal, even if Da Changqiu roughly guessed something in his heart, he wasn't very sure.

In the distance, Song Di Wang Yu stood beside Qin Guang Wang. The two former Yama Kings looked at each other, and they could both see a deep-seated fear in each other's eyes.

"Cough..."

The old Daoist cleared his throat,

but after clearing it for a long time, he couldn't clear out enough thick phlegm to spit out heavily,

so he gave up,

shook his head,

and said:

"Go home, take a look."

As soon as these words came out, it was equivalent to confirming his identity!

In the next moment,

the remaining Yama Kings, some were panicked, and some simply put away their Dharma bodies and knelt down.

The eight attendants behind Da Changqiu leaned closer to Da Changqiu.

The collision and friction between the new and old overlords were inevitable.

But the old Daoist didn't seem to have any intention of returning to fight for hegemony,

he just said peacefully:

"This Mount Tai, anyway, when I was here, it was here, and when I'm not here, it's still here.

To be honest, I really don't have the interest to come and seize power or anything today.

I have other things to do. Today, I'm just here for a small matter."

Da Changqiu still had a kind and humble smile on his face,

and bowed:

"You say it, we will definitely do it."

At this time, admitting defeat was the right thing to do. If they could avoid fighting, they would avoid fighting.

Because no one knew how terrifying this Yama King who returned after a thousand years was.

The uncontrollable was the most taboo thing for those in high positions.

The attendants had already sat in such high positions, and there was no place to go higher.

So naturally, they would put most of their thoughts on how to make their position more stable,

don't shake, don't sway, be stable.

The old Daoist held the monkey in his right arm, stuck his left little finger into his ear and dug it out, then put it in front of him and blew on it,

and said:

"There's a little guy who wants me to ask for the position of King Pingdeng for him, and I agreed."

"We also agreed!"

Da Changqiu replied without hesitation,

"You are so considerate, knowing that our nine brothers are still missing a seat. You have solved a big problem for us, helping us make a perfect ten."

"Alright, you little thing, you're quite sensible, and you can also ward off disaster for you."

Da Changqiu bowed and said: "You are right."

In fact, Da Changqiu misunderstood.

Da Changqiu thought that it was because he was sensible that he avoided an unpredictable confrontation.

However, in fact, what the old Daoist said was that it was precisely because of Da Changqiu's existence, his cowardice, his worldliness, and his sensibility, that he and his brothers around him were separated from the Immortal King's circle of relationships.

If they had continued to regard themselves as inheritors of immortality all along, they might have been on the list of those named by Xuanyuan Sword this time.

They were also lucky, first divided into ten, and then self-separated, so they could avoid disaster.

It's a pity that he didn't have such good luck, because the pit dug for him by his ancestor was too big.

Pleasant conversation,

although one side was a bit arrogant,

but fortunately, the other side had a cotton-like temper, directly admitting defeat, and willingly released the empty seat.

The yin soldiers below, although still confused, probably knew that there was no need to fight, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no way, they had been scared by Ying Gou's raids every now and then in recent years.

In this kind of confrontation between real big shots, they were really just there to make up the numbers, and they weren't even qualified to be cannon fodder.

Not far below,

Feng Si'er looked at Lawyer An,

and said:

"Congratulations, Your Highness."

An Buqi's promotion, Feng Si'er, would naturally get some benefits. Becoming a prince was unlikely, but being the prince's right-hand man was much better than continuing to "please people with beauty."

"Not yet."

"What?"

"With this chair just vacated like this, I can't sit on it steadily."

"Oh, something is missing."

"That's right, so the Yama King is a kind person. Since he promised the boss, he will definitely make me sit steadily on that chair."

………………

"Alright, I won't let people sit in this chair for nothing, lest you say that I'm bullying people."

The old Daoist said, holding the monkey.

Da Changqiu and the attendants were shocked when they heard this.

Da Changqiu was almost shouting out the words: "Please bully us, we need to be bullied, we are happy to be bullied."

"I have always been open and honest in my dealings, and I pursue convincing people with reason."

Saying that,

the old Daoist pointed his left hand at the attendants in front of him:

"You, one of you must die."

Then,

he pointed to the remaining Yama Kings watching this scene in the distance:

"You, one of you must also die."

Finally,

looking at the sky,

"You, one of you must also die."

One death on each side,

is to establish authority!

This is what the Yama King lineage pays attention to, convincing people with reason!

After saying that,

the old Daoist reached out and pulled out three monkey hairs from the back of the little monkey's neck,

one was yellow, one was purple, and one was red,

he spread them out in his palm, put them in front of his mouth,

and blew gently!

"Puff!"

In an instant,

on the top of Mount Tai,

three tall and terrifying figures appeared,

one, a Purple-Gold Divine Monkey!

one, a Mountain-Moving Ape!

one, a Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey!

The old Daoist raised his voice,

and shouted:

"Quickly, chop people!"