Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 542 Zhao Zheng: Little white rabbit, so white...

the next morning,

Outside the inn's gate,
On the streets where people come and go.

"Ugh……"

Looking at Mao Jian, who had aged more than ten years overnight and whose temples had turned white, leaving with the clothes left by Ama and Mao Qiang, as well as the ashes of the human demon Di, Taoist Simu and Zhuge Kongping, who felt a sense of empathy, could not help but sigh.

"A Zheng, is Senior Mao Qiang okay?"

After sighing, Zhuge Kongping looked at Zhao Zheng and asked, although Taoist Simu clearly stated yesterday that it was not one life for another.

But he felt that even if it wasn't the case, Mao Qiang's days down there wouldn't be very good, because it was not good for the human demon Di.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious..."

Zhao Zheng spoke to comfort them, and at the end, he pretended to throw out a large sum of money and took a look at it: "The hexagram shows that the three of them, the master and the apprentice, will be reunited again after sixty years!"

"Really?" ×2
"of course."

Zhao Zheng nodded. Of course, reunion comes at a price. The price is that Mao Qiang's nearly a thousand years of hard training will be wasted.
In order to protect the human demon Di and enable him to be reincarnated as a human, Mao Qiang took on half of the karma of the human demon Di and gave it up.

This is how the three masters and apprentices were reunited after 60 years. In addition, reunion does not mean that everything will be fine.
After reincarnation, Mao Qiang and the human demon Di still have to pay for what the human demon Di did in this life, or in other words, repay the cause and effect.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Zhuge Kongping and the others looked much better. Zhao Zheng turned around and pointed at the inn: "Two uncles, have breakfast first."

"it is good."

"By the way, where are the people from Lai's family?"

Taoist Simu said in surprise. Zhuge Kongping, who walked into the inn, said in surprise, "He left early, in a hurry. I don't know what's the matter that's so urgent. Lai Ming's injuries are not light..."

"Maybe there's something urgent..."

"Why do you care about other people's business? Just eat and eat..."

Zhao Zheng said this, and then called the waiter to order some breakfast. Taoist Simu raised his eyebrows slightly.
no other meaning,
He just felt something was wrong.

Taoist Simu, who seriously suspected that Lai Ming had offended Zhao Zheng, looked at Zhao Zheng, then shook his head again.

Zhao Zheng didn't know Lai Ming, so it was impossible for Lai Ming to have offended Zhao Zheng. It could be that Zhao Zheng just didn't want to mind his own business, right? !

…………

time flies,
Two days later, on November 11,

Night, Heping County, outside the Zhuge family’s gate.

"Stop sending me off. If you continue to send me off, I won't be able to find a place to hide and fly." Zhao Zheng said to Taoist Simu and others behind him.

Zhuge Kongping and others laughed when they heard this. They no longer saw Zhao Zheng off, but watched him disappear in the crowd on the street.

After Zhao Zheng left, Taoist Simu also took Jiale to bid farewell to Zhuge Kongping's family. After all, he still had to drive corpses, and he passed through Shaoguan just to drive corpses.

"Then I won't keep you."

Zhuge Kongping knew that Taoist Simu and the other two were going to drive the corpses, so he said directly. Wang Hui glared at Zhuge Kongping, and when she saw Zhuge Kongping smiling and lowering his head, she smiled at Taoist Simu and tried to persuade him to stay, "Simu, please stay for two more days..."

"No, no, it's already been delayed for three days. If it's any later, the relatives of those customers will complain." Taoist Simu refused with a smile.

He is not the Taoist priest who was scolded by the clients' relatives because he was late when he came down the mountain to drive corpses. He, Taoist Simu, is a professional and has been driving corpses for more than 20 years... Well, he is almost 20 years.

"All right……"

Wang Hui stopped trying to persuade them to stay after hearing that. After a while, amid Jia Le's shouts of "Goodbye, Uncle Master" and "Goodbye, Xiao Ming, Xiao Hua", the sounds of "Yin people leaving and Yang people avoiding" could be heard from the street.

Wang Hui and the other three watched Jia Le and his companions disappear into the street along with a group of clients, and then they walked into their own mansion and closed the door.

At this moment, Xiaohua suddenly remembered something and took out a small wooden box from her arms and said, "I almost forgot, Dad, Mom, this is what A Zheng asked me to give you!"

"Hmm? Did Masahiro give it to you?"

Wang Hui slapped away Zhuge Kongping's fat hand that was trying to take the wooden box, took the box curiously and opened it, then closed her eyes with a snap.

"Wife, what did A Zheng give us?"

Zhuge Kongping asked curiously. Wang Hui told Xiao Ming and the other man who were equally curious to go back and practice. After the two men left with bitter faces, she handed the small wooden box to Zhuge Kongping with a wry smile: "Now I owe Ah Zheng even more..."

"You borrowed money...ah!"

Zhuge Kongping stared blankly at the two Xiantian pills in the wooden box with his small eyes wide open, then smiled bitterly.

"This time I really owe you even more..."

at the same time,

The streets became more and more desolate as we went further out of town.

Jiale, who was leading a dozen zombie clients, looked at the empty streets and the abandoned houses. After making sure that there was no one there, he whispered to Taoist Simu who was yawning beside him.

"Master, A Zheng wants me to give you something!"

"What is it? Why doesn't he give it to me himself?"

Taoist Simu asked in surprise. Jiale shook his head and took out a yellow cloth bag from the bag on his back and handed it to Taoist Simu.

"I don't know, A Zheng didn't let me see it!"

"Oh……"

Taoist Simu raised his eyebrows, took the yellow cloth bag and opened it, then silently looked at the small wooden boxes inside. There were words written on them: "For Master, For Uncle Master, For Uncle Xu, For Uncle Qian...", one wooden box after another.

With an expressionless face, he kicked Jia Le who was approaching to the side, reached into the bag, opened it, and immediately closed it, his mouth twitching a few times as he said, "Aren't you afraid that I, your uncle, will die on the way!!"

"What do you mean halfway? Master, what did A Zheng give you?" Jia Le asked curiously. Taoist Simu closed the bag expressionlessly and stuffed it into his shoulder bag, looking at Jia Le with a smile.

"Come, come closer, Master will tell you!"

"No, no...ah..."

Jiale, who was kicked in the buttocks, rubbed his buttocks with a grimace in pain. He looked at the shoulder bag strangely and adjusted it to his arms in front of him. He pinched the Taoist Simu who had a seal on the shoulder bag that he couldn't understand, and thought to himself, could there be money inside?

He didn't think much about it, but just asked curiously: "Master, what did you give Xiao Ming and Xiao Hua and me to eat that night? Why do the three of us feel that our cultivation has become faster recently?"

"Come, Master, let me talk to you properly!"

"..."

I don’t want to know…

Seeing Taoist Simu rolling up his sleeves with a smile on his face, Jiale squatted with his head in his hands with a bitter face. Taoist Simu looked at the row of customers who squatted with their heads in their hands in silence, and reluctantly retracted his raised fist.

"Okay, get up!"

"oh oh……"

"Ugh……"

Looking at his apprentice's appearance, Taoist Simu touched the bag in his arms with a look of disdain and muttered in confusion: "What is this kid A Zheng going to do if he doesn't go back to the charity cemetery?"

He didn't think much about it. Anyway, he felt that with Zhao Zheng's strength, even if something happened to him, Zhao Zheng would not be in any danger.

He just looked at Jiale and said, "If I'm not around in the future... ahem, you should be more respectful to your junior brother A Zheng and treat him the same way you treat me. Do you hear me?"

"Oh, I see, Master."

"…By the way, how are you doing with the Five Elements Escape Technique that Grandmaster Xuantian taught you?" Taoist Simu asked.

"…I just learned how to escape from the earth…"

Jiale spoke with a wry smile on his face. After making sure that his master would not beat him, he paused and said weakly, "Um, Master, can you ask Grandmaster Xuantian to teach me some other spells, offensive spells, optical escape techniques, I feel..."

"What do you feel? What's wrong with the Five Elements Escape Technique? If you can't win, you can just run away. What do you know!" Taoist Simu frowned and scolded, and Jiale pouted and muttered.

"Yes, Master, you are right..."

As he spoke, Jiale felt a sense of danger and his hair stood on end. He raised his head and saw Taoist Simu raising his hand!
Snapped--

"Humph……"

Seeing Jia Le squatting there with his hands covering his head and grimacing in pain, Taoist Simu snorted and raised his head with his hands behind his back… Feeling a little unsafe with his hands behind his back, he covered his shoulder bag on his waist and took the lead and said, “Hurry up, we have to deliver the customers in West Town tonight…”

"Yes, Master..."

……

at the same time,

Outside Taiping Town,

In an abandoned small western-style building.

"So I can be reincarnated?"

Ai Huan looked at the talisman paper that Zhao Zheng handed to her, which she couldn't understand, and looked at Zhao Zheng with some disbelief.

She is a ghost, but she is not stupid. In short, she does not believe that this talisman can allow her to reincarnate. After all, she heard from the ghost messenger from the underworld that unless she finds a virgin boy to break her identity as a green-headed ghost, she will not be able to reincarnate!

"This is a reincarnation talisman. As for your identity as a green-headed ghost...didn't the ghost tell you that green-headed ghosts must not be reincarnated?"

Zhao Zheng asked expressionlessly. He had asked Uncle Jiu about the fact that the green-headed ghost could not be reincarnated after he crossed into the second copy world.

Uncle Jiu’s answer is that they can be reincarnated. The green-headed ghost is just a type of ghost, similar to hanged ghosts and starved ghosts.

The green-headed ghost can be reincarnated. Of course, this is just a possibility. The actual situation still depends on the underworld, just like the final right of interpretation belongs to the manufacturer. Uncle Jiu also explained the specific reasons.

Because too many people died and too few were born, and ghosts are divided into good and bad. Just like a good ghost and a bad ghost, the one that reincarnates first will definitely be the good ghost, and the green-headed ghost and the hanged ghost will definitely be ranked later.

"It seems not!"

Ai Huan was stunned when she heard this, and nodded uncertainly. After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhao Zheng with wide eyes, "How do you know what that ghost messenger said to me!"

"..."

"Hey, the moon is so bright tonight..."

Feeling a little embarrassed by Zhao Zheng's gaze, Aihuan lowered her head with a wry smile. Zhao Zheng glanced out the window and nodded.

"The moon is indeed bright enough. Okay, here's the reincarnation talisman for you. If you want to reincarnate, wait for half a month. When your life span in the underworld is over, you can go there, so you don't have to..." Zhao Zheng paused and glanced at his lover's appearance and figure.

"So that Harry won't foam at the mouth!"

"Harry foaming?"

She repeated in her mind with a bewildered look on her face, but soon, influenced by the knowledge from the vernacular novels she had read,

She blushed as she understood what was going on. When she looked up, she found that Zhao Zheng was gone. There was only an open door and some money left on the table in the living room.

And some shading and revealing charms!!
"Tsk, who wants your money? It's not like I don't have any..." She didn't want to say anything more because she really didn't have any money.

Just as she pouted and picked up the money and talisman paper on the table, she frowned and looked at the black chain mark disappearing on the palm of her left hand. It was very strange. She had obviously broken free from the control, but she found herself unhappy.

"Really? You gave me the reincarnation talisman and left without telling me how to use it. At least I helped you..."

Aihuan said this but then stopped talking because she realized that she didn't really help Fang Zheng at all. She just helped him scare away an old man who raised a dog.

Her figure floated outside the gate, and she subconsciously looked around, but unfortunately she did not see the other person. There was only a round moon in the sky, which made her snort.

"Humph, that's right, I'll remember you..."

She didn't say anything about Ai Huan and You Shuang, because she felt that Fang Zheng should not be the other person's real name.

Asking is intuition!!

"Damn it, I didn't even know his name..."

She Aihuan gritted her teeth in hatred, returned to her small villa with an annoyed look on her face, and slammed the door shut.

Zhao Zheng, who had already left Taiping Town under the moonlight, didn't know about this. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Anyway, he had no sexual interest in her love ring. He helped her love ring purely out of convenience. After reporting his safety to Uncle Jiu, he started to travel thousands of miles again.

Originally he was planning to return to Renjia Town, but he changed his mind and decided to take a good look at this beautiful land.

If you want to know the reason,

What reason is there?
Just do what you want, and be happy.
As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy...

Unlike the last time when he walked with a purpose, he was going to spread the spell of good harvest. This time he did not spread it, but just walked and played aimlessly.

Watching, seeing, listening...

Time flies by,

A month later.

The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month
January 7, 1914,
Qizhou in ancient times, today's Jinan,
Liaocheng, on the mountainside, a ruined temple.

"It's snowing..."

After a night of practice, Zhao Zheng opened his eyes and looked at the outside world covered in silver and the heavy snow slowly falling.

He stood up and walked outside the ruined temple, walking in the snow, reaching out to feel the melting snowflakes, wanting to build a snowman, but found that there were no fire hydrants and he was a poor man, so he immediately lost interest and began to walk into the woods to look for a lucky beast.

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Zheng came back with a lucky hare and started processing it in a nearby stream.

"It's a small white rabbit, white and white again, with its ears pulled up, its arteries and veins cut, it's so cute lying there motionless. Peel it, chop it into pieces, put it in a pot with cold water, cover it, add green onions, chili peppers and coriander, and make a pot of snacks to go with wine..."

Zhao Zheng sang a nursery rhyme while carrying the prepared rabbit to the dilapidated temple to chop and fry it. After a while, he opened the lid of the pot, and a fragrant aroma wafted out from the delicious fried rabbit meat in the pot. Zhao Zheng nodded in satisfaction and picked up his chopsticks to start...

"Hey, it smells so good. It seems that I, an old beggar, can have a feast today. Boy, your cooking skills are pretty good!"

A loud and old voice appeared in front of the pot along with an afterimage. Zhao Zheng only saw a white-bearded old man dressed as a beggar stretching his hand with black mud under his nails into the pot. He took the rabbit meat and ate it without any courtesy or disdain for the heat.

Looking at the beggar who was smacking his lips while eating, Zhao Zheng frowned expressionlessly and broke the chopsticks in his right hand with a snap.

"Your last name is Hong?"

"Haha, I am an old beggar with no name or..."

click-

"Do you know that because of your naughty hands, you have ruined my good mood for the whole day!" Zhao Zheng said with his neck tilted as he looked at the old beggar whose neck was broken by him.

He ignored the old beggar's frightened look and turned to look outside the ruined temple: "Hmm? The ones going up the mountain are your new disciple yesterday and your future disciple's wife in your mind. That's good."

Zhao Zheng grinned as he spoke, revealing his dense, white teeth like shark teeth. In front of the old beggar's horrified eyes, he stretched his neck out of the ruined temple and opened his mouth. The next moment, the creepy crunching chewing sound resounded throughout the forest, making all the animals in the forest tremble.

After a while, Zhao Zheng, biting a toothpick, used a wooden stick to stir a new piece of old wood that was crackling in the fire.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao..."

A loud and honest voice came out from outside the dilapidated temple in a hurry. Zhao Zheng replied, "I'm here." Then he saw a man walked in with a sigh of relief: "Mr. Zhao, you scared me. I saw the rabbit meat and pot outside the door and thought something happened to you!"

"It's dirty and I don't want to eat it. But you, why are you still here to chop firewood in such a heavy snow?" Zhao Zheng said to the man in front of him.

The man's name is Wu Er, he is a woodcutter. He came to this dilapidated temple yesterday and met him. Well, he is an honest man.
A standard honest person!!

"Chop it, if you don't chop it, you will have nothing to eat. Young Master Zhao, you are really amazing. It's so cold, but you can stay here all night without any problem." Wu Er sighed as he looked at Zhao Zheng, who was wearing thin clothes.

He secretly said that Zhao Zheng was really resistant to cold weather. As he thought about it, he took out a few black pancakes wrapped in brown paper from the package hanging around his waist, smiled and handed them to Zhao Zheng: "Mr. Zhao, here, my wife just made this this morning, please don't despise it."

"No, I'm full, keep it for yourself."

Zhao Zheng spat out the toothpick in his mouth and shook his head as he looked at the man who had braved the heavy snow to come to the mountain to see him because he was worried that something had happened to him, and who would rather be scolded by his wife than not bring him any cake.

"Ok."

Wu Er looked helplessly and distressed at the pot of rabbit meat on the ground outside the door, but did not force it. He just put a few pancakes wrapped in brown paper next to the fire, smiled honestly and said, "Master Zhao, I'll leave these pancakes for you. Eat them when you're hungry. I'm going to the mountain to chop wood first..."

"Row."

Zhao Zheng nodded and looked at Wu Er who stopped outside the temple. He said directly: "Take it away if you want. Take the pot with you. I don't want it anyway."

"Thank you Mr. Zhao!"

Wu Er smiled naively and picked up the rabbit meat and pot from the snow while swallowing his saliva. When he finished picking up everything, he was suddenly stunned.

"Did Mr. Zhao bring a pot when he came yesterday?"

No?!

Wu Er looked puzzled. He remembered that Zhao Zheng came alone. As for the pot being in the dilapidated temple, don't make a fuss. He has slept in this dilapidated temple for several years. There is no good thing in it. If there was any, he would have taken it away long ago. If he didn't take it away, other woodcutters and hunters would have taken it away.

"strangeness……"

Wu Er scratched his head in confusion. When he stood up with the pot and looked towards the ruined temple, he found that Zhao Zheng was gone.

The pancakes were also missing. All that was left was the kraft paper, some silver bills left on it, and an axe, which made him stare with wide eyes.

"God...immortal..."

"How can there be so many gods in the world!"

"Mr. Zhao, you are here. I thought you were a god!" Wu Er turned around after hearing the voice and looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a red face.

"Yes, the axe and the ten-dollar bills are for you. Just consider it as your reward for coming to see me and those cakes in the heavy snow."

Zhao Zheng pointed to the dilapidated temple. Wu Er quickly waved his hands and was about to refuse, but Zhao Zheng spoke first.

"Okay, don't be so kind in the future. There are more bad people than good ones in this world. It's just that you met me..."

Zhao Zheng patted Wu Er on the shoulder and said that he didn't have much banknotes left, only a few dozen yuan. If there were more, he was afraid that Wu Er would not be able to control it.

As for the axe, he cast a spell to ensure safety. After all, Wu Er's ambitions were not big, he just wanted peace and happiness.

Wu Er grinned with a simple and honest smile, but was still ready to refuse the axe and the banknotes. However, before he could open his mouth, he stared blankly at Zhao Zheng who turned into a rainbow and flew into the sky with wide eyes.

"Zhao... Zhao... God... God..."

Wu Er stammered. When he finished saying fluently that Master Zhao was a god, Zhao Zheng in the sky shook his head at him: "I told you, there are not so many gods in the world!"

"Then...then you are!"

"God!"

"..."

"Okay, take the axe and the banknotes, so that your wife won't make you kneel on the washboard when you get home!" Zhao Zheng said with a smile, and then he disappeared in a rainbow, leaving Wu Er standing on the ground in a daze.

"Zhao...Goodbye, Immortal..."

Wu Er knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation. Zhao Zheng did not see this. He just stopped over a provincial capital.
He looked quietly at a house below that was emitting the aroma of wine and meat, and at some beggars outside the house who had frozen to death due to the heavy snow, and were being carried to another alley by the servants with a look of disgust.

“These are terrible times…”

After saying this, Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and the thick clouds dispersed, and the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky stopped instantly.

Warm sunlight suddenly poured down, and he looked at the heavy snow below beginning to melt in the sunlight. He reached out to adjust the temperature between heaven and earth which had dropped due to the melting snow, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he touched his chin and said in confusion.

“Will there be beggars in Renjia Town who are freezing to death because of the cold weather? No, I have to ask Awei to drive those beggars away... and help them move to other towns!”

After Mr. Zhao finished speaking, Zhao Zheng smiled and said, "It was just a joke. Renjia Town is at the junction of Guangdong and Guangxi. Where does the snow come from?" But he was just a beggar. Thinking of this, he frowned slightly.
When he stopped frowning, he had already arrived above Renjia Town. Looking at Renjia Town below, he smiled with satisfaction.
Good, there are no beggars here!
(End of this chapter)