The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Wuzhuang Temple is hidden among the lush mountains, and its green tiles and red lattices are faintly visible in the morning mist.

The boy in the temple suddenly heard the sound of the golden bell three times, and hurried through the apricot forest to see the founder Zhen Yuanzi standing under the ginseng fruit tree. The breeze blew past, and the moon-white Taoist robe rippled, blending with the shadow of the tree, as if it was a natural immortal mark growing between heaven and earth.

"Master, what do you want to talk to me about?" The boy bowed his head respectfully, but his eyes could not help but glance at the ginseng fruits hanging on the tree, the sweet fragrance of the fruit filled his nose.

"A distinguished guest is coming." Zhen Yuanzi swept his whisk lightly, his silver-white beard gleaming in the morning light, "Pick down all the spiritual fruits on the tree and put them in the jade box."

"All, all?" The boy was so shocked that he nearly knocked over the jade plate in his hand. You know, this ginseng fruit blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes nine thousand years to mature. Ordinary immortals cannot get even one.

And as far as he knew, even the gods in heaven might not be given one by the ancestor!

Zhen Yuanzi just smiled without saying a word, and disappeared on the spot as his sleeves fluttered.

When Meng Jing stepped out of the ripples of space, he saw the ancestor of the earthly immortals standing on the stone steps in front of the temple with his hands behind his back. There were a few dewdrops on the tip of his whisk, which cast a layer of warm light on the entire mountain gate.

"The great immortal is indeed a man of great foresight." Meng Jing looked at the galaxy-like smile in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.

"It's nothing more than the sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard of heaven and earth." Zhen Yuanzi waved his whisk lightly, and the gate of the temple burst open, revealing the layers of fairy palaces and pavilions inside.

"Please come in, Your Majesty!" Zhen Yuanzi smiled and leaned aside to invite him. As his sleeves fluttered, a faint fairy charm seemed to flow out.

Meng Jing followed him, looking at Zhen Yuanzi with a calm expression, and said, "With the great immortal's ability to see through the heavens and the earth, I believe you must have already seen through the reason why I came here, right?"

"Haha, Your Majesty, you are too kind. I am just an earthly immortal. How can I have such ability?" Zhen Yuanzi laughed heartily, and his laughter echoed in the courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

Meng Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone still calm: "The Immortal can sense that I will step into the Wuzhuang Temple, but he knows nothing about why I am here. Doesn't this seem a bit unreasonable?"

Zhen Yuanzi's smile remained, but his eyes were a little deeper. He said, "The Saint King seems to be shrouded in a mysterious barrier. No matter how I deduce, I cannot find out the secret. But I can deduce everything in my Wuzhuang Temple, so I can guess that the Saint King is here!"

Meng Jing suddenly realized.

Meng Jing was about to say something else when a wisp of sweet fruit fragrance drifted over, like a flexible silk thread, drawing his attention. Looking back, he saw two boys walking briskly, carefully carrying a jade box.

Inside the jade box, the ginseng fruits were plump and round, emitting a warm luster. In the flickering light, it looked like a baby crying.

The boy placed the jade box gently on the stone table, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a rare treasure.

Meng Jing looked up and saw thirty-two ginseng fruits neatly arranged on the stone table, each emitting an enticing aroma.

Meng Jing couldn't help but think to himself that perhaps all the fruits on the ginseng fruit tree had been picked here.

A trace of doubt flashed across Meng Jing's eyes. He looked at Zhen Yuanzi and asked, "Great Immortal, what does this mean?"

"The Saint and I hit it off right away. I'm fortunate to be able to meet you today, so naturally I have to take out this treasured ginseng fruit and taste it with you." Zhen Yuanzi smiled and waved the whisk in his hand. In an instant, several jars of fine wine appeared out of thin air on the stone table.

The aroma of wine wafted out from the sealed mouth of the wine jar, rich and fragrant, instantly filling the entire courtyard.

"If it can be paired with this fine wine, it will be even more wonderful!" Zhen Yuanzi said.

Meng Jing was startled for a moment, then his eyes became deep as he stared at Zhen Yuanzi.

He knew that ginseng fruit was extremely precious, and its value was no less than that of the peaches that ripened once every nine thousand years. Zhen Yuanzi's move was undoubtedly a show of goodwill.

Although he and Zhen Yuanzi had some interactions in the past, it was only in some business dealings. At this moment, thinking of the conversation with Emperor Gou Chen just now, Meng Jing had a vague guess in his heart: Is this an attempt to win me over?

"Please take a seat, Your Majesty!" Zhen Yuanzi took a seat first, still with a warm smile on his face, and said to Meng Jing.

Meng Jing was not polite either. His eyes fell on the ginseng fruit on the stone table and then looked at Zhen Yuanzi.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi chuckled and said, "This ginseng fruit is extremely precious in the eyes of many immortals and Buddhas in the Three Realms. But to me, its actual value is not that important."

Meng Jing nodded slightly without saying a word, waiting for Zhen Yuanzi to continue.

"The ginseng fruit in my hand is just a way to make friends with the Heaven and the Buddhist world. For some gods, eating one may help improve their cultivation and be of great benefit. But in the eyes of the Saint King and people at my level, it is just an ordinary fruit, just the icing on the cake." Zhen Yuanzi said slowly in a gentle tone.

"So that's how it is!" Meng Jing thought, "The Great Immortal relied on this ginseng fruit to make friends with both the Immortal and Buddha worlds, right?"

"Haha, your Majesty is frank and insightful!" Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and laughed.

"I don't like beating around the bush. In this case, let's get back to the point. I came here for only two things." Meng Jing's expression became serious.

"Your Majesty, please feel free to speak. I will tell you everything I know and help you resolve some of your doubts." Zhen Yuanzi leaned forward slightly and said seriously.

"I want to know if the Immortal knows the specific circumstances of the catastrophe?" Meng Jing stared at Zhen Yuanzi.

"..." The joy on Zhen Yuanzi's face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression. He sighed and said, "It seems that the Saint King has heard about the catastrophe!"

"I just found out." Meng Jing nodded.

"Alas, the Three Realms are about to face another great catastrophe!" Zhen Yuanzi frowned.

"Please tell me in detail, Immortal." Meng Jing said anxiously.

"In fact, this old man is unable to fully understand the full picture of the catastrophe." Zhen Yuanzi shook his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Meng Jing looked calm as he looked at Zhen Yuanzi quietly, waiting for him to continue.

Zhen Yuanzi cleared his throat and said, "I have been practicing for tens of thousands of years. During these long years, I have meditated every day to comprehend the Way of Heaven, and I have made some achievements. But during these tens of thousands of years of comprehending, I feel more and more that there is something strange in this world."

"Strange?" Meng Jing's eyes moved and he asked.

"Rather than saying it's different, it's better to say it's incomplete." Zhen Yuanzi looked into the distance, thoughtfully, "I always feel that there should be some things that have appeared since the birth of this world, but until today, they have not appeared yet. It's as if the whole world is missing something crucial."

"It's as if my throat is being strangled by some invisible force, or as if I'm being suppressed by some powerful force and can't move!" Zhen Yuanzi looked solemn.

After hearing this, Meng Jing fell silent.

Suddenly, a sentence from the Taoist Master Taishang flashed through his mind.

The Taoist Taishang once said that he followed the origin and transformed himself into Pangu, and opened up the entire Three Realms.

origin?

Meng Jing thought to himself, could it be that the origin that Taishang Daozu was talking about was referring to the saint in the ancient times?
If the primitive world is opened up and seeds are planted in the three realms, will the former innate gods appear? (End of this chapter)