Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 410 Achieving Great Luo (The End)
Qiu Chuji followed the young monks deeper and deeper, passing through gates and different classes of believers, as if he had traversed different landscapes of the world in a very short time.

Gradually, everything that was seen, whether with the naked eye or with the divine eye, became extraordinary.

At this moment, most mortals have been isolated from the extraordinary.

The so-called inner hall is not actually a hall, but a quiet, natural, beautiful, and mysterious garden.

It combines the beauty of nature with the grandeur of architecture almost perfectly.

It reveals the ingenuity of human craftsmen while preserving the natural fluidity and wonder.

This is no longer a mortal realm, but a secret realm, a divine domain.

Qiu Chuji was also slightly surprised. Although the ancestral land had some primordial energy returning, it was not complete, let alone magnificent.

To carve out such a divine realm requires a considerable amount of resources and personal abilities.

Qiu Chuji could certainly have done it quite easily, but there was no need for him to.

After all, although the ancestral land is wondrous and extraordinary, it is not a place to stay for long.

Because the masses can elevate you to a divine status, and they can also pull you down from that status.

Being too close to ordinary people means that when one day you can no longer satisfy their desires, it will be the beginning of being slandered and defamed.

Take Indra, the Hindu god of heaven, as an example; he is truly pitiful.

Despite being called the Heavenly Emperor, he is actually someone that all kinds of Asuras will trample on. If he can't even defeat Indra, then this Asura or Demon King is definitely a lowly nobody.

To put it more simply, in various legends and stories, the definition has shifted from the original myths and legends to myths and jokes.

If someone is solidified into a 'joke' in various stories, then even if they retain the status of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, they will lose all face, and their strength will be affected to some extent.

Their gaze remained fixed on this boundary between the divine and the mortal.

In this mysterious realm where the divine and the mundane intersect, and nature and human artifice overlap, everything flows with an incredible light.

The massive pillars stand tall like mountain peaks, entwined with intricately carved deities and mythical beasts. Every inch of the stone steps, beams, and lintels is brimming with life, and the intricate lotus scrolls seem to whisper the ancient spirits.

Invisible golden threads converged from all directions, continuously piling up and expanding this secret realm.

Further up, through the overlapping clouds, one can almost see the boundless ocean of milk.

Milky white light shone down from the ocean of milk, endowing this space with a real and tangible sense of the divine and spiritual.

"This is... faith uniting the divine kingdom?" Qiu Chuji felt it wasn't that simple.

Looking back, his gaze pierced through the barriers of space and fell upon the inner sanctuary, where the richly dressed believers, often of noble birth and wealthy lives, were not particularly devout. Further out were the many poor people enjoying communion.

They come here to worship, and at fixed times, they can receive a Holy Communion that is neither lavish nor clean, but barely enough to fill their stomachs.

Everyone sat on both sides of the corridor, with banana leaves in front of them. Sticky rice covered in dark yellow sauce was scooped out by the monks, and the whole scene was lively yet solemn and dignified.

Their faith undoubtedly appeared much more sincere, and many golden threads emanated from the top of their heads.

The more worn and tattered the clothes on a person's body are, the more solid the silk threads on their head are.

However, this made Qiu Chuji feel increasingly uneasy.

While the poor need such a meal even more, spending a great deal of time bowing, praying, and chanting scriptures just for a meal is not really worthwhile for them.

Even in India, the wages they earn in exchange for labor over the same amount of time are enough to buy a slightly better meal.

As for the faith of the lazy?

How devout is the faith of someone who tries to obtain food and clothing through faith?
There are certainly some issues that Qiu Chuji has not yet seen through.

Shifting our gaze back, at this intersection of unparalleled solemnity, sanctity, and worldly luxury, amidst layers of offerings, incense, and bustling human prayers, in a secluded corner of the realm, a colossal Bodhi tree spreads its broad, god-like shade.

The gnarled branches are strong and vigorous, with veins as deep as if they were carved. Each heart-shaped leaf is full of moisture, embodying the ceaseless breathing of thousands of years, and exuding an ancient and evergreen spirituality.

Beneath the shade of the trees, on a futon, sat a figure.

It was an elderly monk, dressed in a simple saffron-colored cotton robe. The originally fiery color, under the shadow of the temple and the trees, subsided into a more restrained, almost brownish warmth.

His body was thin, but his back was as straight as a stone pillar supporting a temple. What was contained in that straightness was not strength, but a kind of clarity that was almost ethereal.

His face was serene with a bronze hue, the deep wrinkles like marks left on the earth by the impact of rivers, but beneath his lowered, slightly closed eyelids was a calm sea, without a ripple, only boundless silence spreading quietly.

For a fleeting moment, Qiu Chuji was even unsure whether the old monk he saw was Hindu or Buddhist.

They seem to have something in common in terms of temperament.

Looking at him, Qiu Chuji felt even more strange about the old monk.

He seemed incredibly powerful, yet incredibly weak.

At one point, he could easily crush him, but at another, Qiu Chuji felt that he was not worth mentioning.

But without a doubt, this is one of the remaining three Golden Immortals that Qiu Chuji had sensed earlier.

This old monk definitely possesses a status comparable to a Golden Immortal.

At this moment, the heavy shadows of the trees flowed over him, isolating the magnificent temple's hustle and bustle into a distant and blurred background.

Only the string of dark brown wooden prayer beads on his wrist emitted an extremely faint, almost inaudible rustling sound as his withered fingers silently turned each bead.

Sunlight filtered through the thick foliage of the Bodhi tree, casting scattered, warm dappled patterns that danced gently on his gray hair, shoulders, and knees, like golden birds that occasionally alighted before gracefully flying away again.

Qiu Chuji's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it. Under the observation of his divine eye, he seemed to see extremely mysterious auras gathering towards the old monk.

My gaze fell upon the string of prayer beads in his hand.

The withered fingers that were twisting the wooden beads did not exhibit a monotonous repetition, but rather a slow and powerful order and focus, an ancient rhythm that resonated with the pulse of the earth beneath their feet and the rotation of the sky above.

Breathing was with him, as light as the wind brushing through the gaps between leaves. He was like an ancient jade plunged into a deep pool, radiating a faint, warm light in his stillness.

In the heart of this magnificent universe, wrapped in gold leaf, filled with chanting, and gazed upon by countless eyes yearning for divine attention, his very existence is a profound metaphor.

Qiu Chuji felt that the old monk's figure shrank in his eyes, but continued to grow larger in his mind.

At this moment, Qiu Chuji was already on guard, and had no thoughts of arrogance or pride. He wanted to cut off this thought that was growing in his heart, but as soon as one thought was dispelled, countless other thoughts arose.

"It's very similar to the methods used by Buddhists!"

"But it is even more blatant, even more domineering and unreasonable!" Qiu Chuji twirled his sword fingers, and a sword intent that seemed to pierce through the universe erupted from his heart, cleaving through all the shackles that were trying to bind him.

And so the old monk vanished from his heart!
The world disappeared too!

That sacred and tranquil secret realm has also vanished!
All that remains is an endless expanse of blank space, and at the heart of that blank space, the only Bodhi tree and the true form of the old monk beneath it.

Hinduism and Buddhism share a common origin and overlap in many aspects.

Therefore, in Hinduism, the Bodhi tree is also a sacred tree, an incarnation of Vishnu, symbolizing virtue and liberation.

If an old monk is practicing asceticism under the Bodhi tree, then he is most likely a follower of Vishnu.

This made Qiu Chuji less nervous. If the old monk had a lingam behind him, Qiu Chuji would have been truly nervous.

After all, the lingam symbolizes Shiva, and Shiva is the god of destruction, possessing the power of killing.

When Qiu Chuji's sword intent shattered some of the scenery, time seemed to freeze into a silent pool around the old monk.

The solemn grandeur of human offerings and the anxious prayers of believers are like pebbles falling into water, quietly shattering and disappearing without a trace, leaving only a profound echo returning to nothingness.

He opened his eyes and looked at Qiu Chuji.

Only then did Qiu Chuji notice that there were two Bodhi leaves pasted on his eyes, as if sealing his pupils.

When the pupils were unsealed, the power of asceticism that had permeated this space also dissipated.

Asceticism is a different kind of spiritual practice from the traditional Chinese concept of spiritual cultivation.

This is also the core reason why countless beings in the heavens and the earth often merge Buddhism and Taoism, rather than merging Buddhism with Hinduism, which has a higher degree of similarity.

In Catholicism, all human strength is a gift from God.

Therefore, whether they are angels, saints, or ordinary believers, they are all the same. Their power comes from the Lord and can be given and taken back at any time.

In Buddhist and Taoist concepts, spiritual practice is the transformation and transcendence of the self. Power originates from the heart, from Qi, and from all things, and then gathers in the body. Great power returns to oneself, and transcendence also returns to oneself.

However, Hindu asceticism, which lies between the two, is unique in its own way.

To obtain extraordinary power requires long periods of arduous cultivation and waiting. However, the power gained through this hard work does not belong to oneself, but is offered to the deity one believes in, who then bestows an equal blessing upon one.

When a believer's asceticism reaches a certain threshold, even if the deity being worshipped is unwilling to grant blessings, the deity will still have to appear and grant the believer's request.

From this perspective, God seems to have only played a transformative role in this process.

The power of asceticism, after being transformed by blessing, possesses a certain absoluteness.

Similar to the concept.

Within the scope of this concept, the power of the blessed person approaches infinity, and even the supreme god who bestowed the blessing is thus subject to its constraints.

Therefore, when the main god bestows blessings, he usually leaves some backdoors that can be bypassed.

Of course, the greater the blessing sought through asceticism, the longer the asceticism needs to be carried out, and the more brutal the trials one will experience.

This seems to correspond to the idea that those who are suffering greatly will give more to 'God'.

"Guardian deity from China, god of time travel! I have been cultivating under your guidance for three hundred years in this secret realm! I hope to receive a blessing from you!" The old monk's voice rang out, and his first words surprised Qiu Chuji greatly.

This exchange was something Qiu Chuji hadn't anticipated.

At the same time, a vast, powerful, and mysterious energy was surging towards Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji could see the attention of all living beings and the sense of the passage of time and space from this power.

By merging with it, Qiu Chuji's spacetime attributes will be further eroded, and many people will become vague about his specific origins, only remembering his power and greatness.

Just like Hongjun Daozu, many people think that he is the most ancient and holy, and even the teacher of the Three Pure Ones, but in fact he did not appear early.

In the ancestral land, this being first appeared in the Ming Dynasty novel "Investiture of the Gods".

It is not recorded in Taoist classics or orthodox Taoist mythology.

However, through generations of interpretation and legends, many people have blurred the concept and believe that he is above the Three Pure Ones, a supreme sage who is in harmony with the Way of Heaven, and almost equal to Pangu.

The power of arduous cultivation was now before Qiu Chuji, like a shortcut to the Great Luo.

With the help of arduous cultivation, Qiu Chuji can more quickly erase his fixed spacetime attributes, plant vague yet powerful sacred concepts in more people, and then leave the ancestral land to become an immortal and indestructible Great Luo Golden Immortal.

But Qiu Chuji remained silent, knowing that this shortcut was bound to have pitfalls.

If he agrees to endure the old monk's ascetic practices, he might pay even more.

"You've only been back in your ancestral land for a few years, where did you get three hundred years from?" Qiu Chuji knew that there must be something fishy about the timeline in this secret realm, so he asked this question on purpose, intending to point out that the old monk's ascetic practices were not sincere.

He came to India, of course, to seek a final breakthrough opportunity, so leaving would not be in line with his purpose.

However, he wouldn't simply accept the old monk's arduous cultivation and become a stepping stone for him.

Finding fault is a very simple choice.

"I have shattered time into countless forms, enduring 36,000 kinds of human suffering, all for the sake of praying to you, practicing asceticism, and being your guardian deity... You must acknowledge my asceticism and grant me the blessings I deserve!" The old monk replied in this way, a somewhat shameless answer, but one that aligns well with Indian perceptions and values.

They don't care whether you need their efforts; as long as you give, you must get something in return.

"Then what kind of blessing do you need?" Qiu Chuji still did not accept this power of asceticism, but took half a step back, wanting to know what the old monk sought.

The old monk said frankly, "I hope the guardian deity can grant me your immortal body and immortal soul."

Qiu Chuji was both amused and annoyed by what he heard!
Isn't this just trying to strip away his Immortal Gold nature?

It's like he gave Qiu Chuji a sum of money, and before the money was even safely in his pocket, it was all taken back with interest.
What kind of logical genius is this!

"Your ascetic practices are still not enough!"

"I have cultivated for ten thousand years and experienced countless hardships before I attained immortality. Three hundred years of human suffering is nothing compared to this!" Qiu Chuji said.

Including the years in the Sky-Mending Stone space and the Time Instance, Qiu Chuji's claim of cultivating for ten thousand years was not an exaggeration at all.

The old monk fell silent for a moment, clearly somewhat surprised that Qiu Chuji actually had some understanding of Hindu ascetic practices.

The deity to whom one is worshipped has the right to refuse to grant blessings through asceticism, provided that the effort put into the asceticism is not commensurate with the requirements for the blessing.

Clearly, three hundred years of so-called arduous cultivation cannot buy Qiu Chuji's immortal golden nature, which he cultivated for ten thousand years.

The arduous cultivation power that was originally trying to forcefully force into Qiu Chuji's body has softened and lost its previous domineering and forceful nature.

The old monk took out a knife and, without changing his expression, cut off the flesh from his right arm, revealing the stark white bones.

"I offer my flesh and blood as a sacrifice to enhance my ascetic power. Has the God seen my piety?"

As the flesh and blood weathered away, Qiu Chuji felt the power of asceticism surrounding him surge by another 30%.

Qiu Chuji revealed his immortal golden body, his primordial spirit suspended high behind his head, and the accumulated power of various rules and laws transformed into rivers that rushed to the left and right, revealing a domineering power that was even more powerful and abundant than the power of the arduous cultivation around him.

"Not enough!" Qiu Chuji shook his head again.

The old monk continued to escalate the conflict, displaying a relentless determination to achieve his goal. He then swung his knife and severed off his own feet and ears. This was a sacrifice that penetrated to the very soul; not only were the physical wounds irreparable, but the soul itself would also be forever mutilated.

But after this sacrifice, his power of asceticism swelled to more than three times its original strength, and he was able to rival the aura displayed by Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji raised an eyebrow, and the Five Elements Wheel manifested, the power of the Five Elements gathering above his head, transforming into a gigantic millstone that blotted out the sky.

The five elements flowed, the metal element remained, and the energy surged, once again completely overwhelming the old monk's arduous cultivation.

Then, an endless fire of agony began to burn beneath the old monk, this fire consuming his past, all the suffering churning and deepening within his heart, bringing even more extreme pain.

Accompanied by painful groans, the power of asceticism began to rise steadily.

This old monk was gambling his "life fortune" with Qiu Chuji.

Clearly, it was either that Qiu Chuji, with his superior background and status, took away all of his arduous cultivation, or that he, through his accumulated arduous cultivation, forcibly obtained Qiu Chuji's blessing and took away Qiu Chuji's immortal golden nature.

In this gamble, Qiu Chuji could leave at any time.

Once Qiu Chuji is removed from this special divine realm, he is no longer shrouded in a unique mythological atmosphere. Even if the old monk chases after him and tries to forcibly 'offer' his arduous cultivation, it will no longer work on Qiu Chuji, a deity of Chinese civilization.

But was Qiu Chuji willing to withdraw like this?

This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In theory, Qiu Chuji didn't need to be in such a hurry; he was already on the right track.

But in reality, Qiu Chuji knew very well that he was not the one who was truly 'chosen'.

It is very likely that in the Taoist sect's arrangement, he was to serve as the king's vanguard.

Once he falls from grace, the true Daoist masters will guide him across the river.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take this shortcut.

Once he achieves the Great Luo realm first, whatever the subsequent arrangements are, it will have nothing to do with him.

Because he has completely transcended the Three Realms and Five Elements, becoming a player outside the chessboard.

As for finding the true Daoist Grand Luo Seed, then determining the winner before competing for cultivation slots and cultivation value?
Does this make sense?
Reality is mostly not a caged battle.

It's not a matter of either oneself or the other.

If that happens, it's uncertain whether resources will be redirected afterward, but it's more likely that outsiders will benefit from it.

The clash between civilizations is far more dangerous and brutal than the struggle for resources within the gates.

Moreover, although he may be 'a vanguard for the king,' he has also left enough room and possibilities, and ultimately, it is all a matter of personal choice.

Perhaps he and that unknown Daoist Grandmaster are each other's substitutes.

From a Taoist perspective, what's wrong with taking on more insurance?

"Not enough!" Qiu Chuji's firm voice rang out, and under the scorching flames of pain, the immense power of his ascetic cultivation was already causing the entire divine realm to tremble, on the verge of destruction.

At this moment, the golden threads above the heads of the believers inside and outside the temple, as well as those in more distant places, suddenly intensified.

All the suffering that everyone has perceived and experienced has transformed into a special power, which has begun to converge towards the divine realm.

In Hindu mythology, suffering in this life is linked to wealth and good fortune in the next, which is very similar to the Buddhist concepts of reincarnation and karma.

Therefore, these believers are paying not only for the suffering in this life, but also for the future in the next life to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

If Qiu Chuji had endured this arduous practice, then the future of so many believers would have been tied to him.

These people were destined to become his advocates, defenders, and eulogists, making Qiu Chuji's image more complete and powerful in the blurred time and history.

Behind Qiu Chuji's head, the Jade Void Bell began to shine.

At the same time, the small world connected to the Jade Void Bell also began to appear.

The small world was now vast and no less than a normal world. Its rules were becoming increasingly strict, and various spiritual beings and primordial energy life forms appeared, making it a truly sacred place.

When the Jade Void Bell and the Small World appeared, the surging power of arduous cultivation, which was enough to crush the immense power of the entire Divine Realm, began to quiet down and become as clear and calm as a lake.

“It’s still not enough!” Qiu Chuji looked at the old monk, waiting for him to continue.

If he were to give up like this, then 30% of the immense power he had accumulated through arduous cultivation would be retained by Qiu Chuji, while the majority would be returned to heaven and earth and all living beings.

That's a pretty good result.

But the old monk clearly had reasons to take things a step further and become more radical.

A fiercer flame began to burn his past and future lives, and the suffering rolled upwards at an exponential rate.

He went so far as to overdraw everything in exchange for Qiu Chuji's immortal golden nature.

Of course, if he truly possessed Qiu Chuji's immortal golden nature, combined with his own accumulation, the power he drew upon in advance would be slowly repaid over a long period of time.

This method seems somewhat familiar... it's a method of great aspiration in Buddhism.

Make grand ambitions, mortgage the future, and support the present.

The power of asceticism began to boil again, its frenzied energy trying to crowd into Qiu Chuji's body. If it failed, it would spread endlessly, feeding back suffering to the entire world.

At that time, the suffering of the world was the cause and effect of Qiu Chuji's actions, the sins he had committed.

A scoundrel?
That's just how shameless they are!
Even the Three Gods were held hostage by the power of arduous cultivation, so what was Qiu Chuji compared to them?
The Jade Void Bell hummed, and at the same time, the Qi of Creation spread out in all directions from Qiu Chuji as the core, beginning a decisive confrontation with the power of asceticism, as if determined to fight to the death.

“No…enough!” Qiu Chuji squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

The old monk's physical body had already burned to ashes, and his past and future had been thrown into the flames to serve as fuel.

Having already come to this, he naturally held nothing back. He threw his last bit of existence into the flames, leaving only a trace of his true spirit to continue watching Qiu Chuji, awaiting Qiu Chuji's reply.

"Why bother? Why suffer like this!" Qiu Chuji sighed.

Then, they gave up resisting and opened their arms.

It was as if the power of endless ascetic practice surged into his body and filled his soul.

In an instant, Qiu Chuji seemed to be connected with tens of millions of people in India.

He could sense the pain and struggle of these people, and in this pain, he became the only light of salvation and the source of hope.

"God, you should grant me the blessing you promised!" A thought emanated from the darkness, carrying the last vestiges of life's warmth.

At the same time, the extremely abundant power of arduous cultivation that surged into Qiu Chuji's body began to plunder and engulf the immortal golden nature that Qiu Chuji had refined, intending to take it out of Qiu Chuji's body and into the old monk's last wisp of will, to help him reshape his physical body and soul.

The Jade Void Bell descended from the sky, temporarily suppressing the overflow of the power of arduous cultivation.

Then Qiu Chuji ascended into the small world, where he was now almost at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and his power spread throughout the various heavenly spaces he had created.

These celestial realms exist in relation to the smaller universes.

At this moment, under Qiu Chuji's manipulation, one after another, they became completely independent and began to transform from a segment of time and space into a complete river of time.

Supported by these time and space dimensions, Qiu Chuji's status began to rise, and his innate demon god rank was no longer confined to the small world, but spread outwards.

But the power of arduous cultivation, like a maggot gnawing at the bone, caught up and demanded its reward.

Qiu Chuji was able to divide many worlds in a short time because of the help and support of the power of asceticism. Therefore, the more he gained from the power of asceticism, the more he had to pay.

"I bestow my blessing! I am willing to give up the immortal golden nature that this body possesses!" Qiu Chuji seemed to have been forced into a corner and had no choice but to sacrifice a pawn to save the king.

Without the Immortal Golden Nature, he became a very rare half-step Great Luo Immortal.

It possesses most of the characteristics of the Great Luo, but it lacks immortality.

We need to find another way to complete this immortality before we can ascend to the Great Luo again.

On the contrary, the old monk obtained his immortal golden nature, and combined it with his own ascetic practice and blessings, he could quickly reach a realm similar to that of a Great Golden Immortal, becoming an immortal that cannot be ignored in Indian mythology.

"Thank you for the blessing!" The old monk's last illusory image appeared, smiling and nodding at Qiu Chuji.

Everything is going according to his expectations.

But the smile only lasted for a moment before freezing.

Because Qiu Chuji's entire being, whether it was his Great Luo nature or his Immortal Golden nature, was receding like the tide.

Within the framework of the Jade Void Bell, and through the unifying influence of the Great Luo characteristics, Qiu Chuji once again connected with the various other beings in the heavens, splitting off all the immortal golden nature and Great Luo characteristics condensed by his true self and projecting them onto different 'selves'.

This was also a risky, all-or-nothing gamble for him.

But in reality, victory was assured.

The Great Luo Nature and the Immortal Gold Nature have converged, and the marks of time have been blurred.

Qiu Chuji was already standing at the threshold of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm; he only needed a moment to attain enlightenment.

Even if he has exhausted everything, he will awaken at a certain moment, in a certain time and space, and in a certain instant, and then form a complete and flawless circle.

From this point on, his existence and his life will remain unsolved.

There will be no flaws, whether in the past or the future.

"No...you're despicable and shameless!"

"You stole the power of my ascetic practice and failed to grant me the blessings I deserve!" The old monk's last illusory image began to dissipate. He had overdrawn his future, and now, without the support of immortal gold, he had to pay the price by completely erasing all traces of his existence.

At this moment, no one in this space would answer his questions anymore.

Qiu Chuji paid for the 'blessing' on the premise that he still had it.

And now, in a sense, he no longer exists!

How can a non-existent deity, a non-existent immortal golden nature, pay the old monk's required reward?

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Time flows like water, never ceasing day or night.

It has meaning, yet it has no meaning.

Perhaps a long time has passed, so long that the world reopens and time resets.

Perhaps it will remain unchanged forever.

Clang, clang, clang! The sound of the wooden fish being struck came from afar, then seemed to pierce through time and space, awakening a sleeping soul.

"It's been three days, bury it now!"

"Otherwise it'll all stink!"

"No, we have to wait for the Taoist priests from the Foreign Affairs Hall to come and examine the body before we can bury it. We also need to choose a coffin and a suitable burial site. We absolutely cannot just do it casually like this."

"Why are you taking this so seriously? You're just trying to make a living."

"You can go back first, I'll stay here and watch over things."

After the two young Taoist priests finished speaking, they fell into a brief silence.

“Recite the Lingbao Sutra for Salvation once more! May he be liberated from this life and free from suffering.”

"Your way of putting it sounds like a monk's. Aren't we Taoists?"

"The master advocated the unity of the three teachings, so he established the lineage in Zhongnan Mountain, which was called Quanzhen. What difference is there between monks and Taoist priests?"

"You're very knowledgeable, I can't argue with you. But if you come back to life, don't blame me."

Wow!

Qiu Chuji pushed aside the straw mat covering his face and sat up from the pit.

In an instant, all laws returned to their source, the Great Luo became one, the Golden Immortal became immortal, and the indestructible was impervious to countless eons.

"Hahaha! I've succeeded!" The young Taoist priest sat in the pit and laughed heartily.

The other two young Taoist priests were terrified, their faces ashen, and they clung tightly to each other.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! I, your senior brother, have attained the Great Dao and will now guide you." Qiu Chuji said, stepping out of the pit.

Wang Chuyi mustered his courage and whispered, "Senior Brother! Actually, we don't have any Daoist aspirations. You should go and help others!"

Qiu Chuji reached out and grabbed the two young Taoist priests who were trying to escape, one in each hand: "Enough nonsense! Seize the opportunity!"

"Wang Chuyi, I give you the Great Five Elements Wheel, which can refine all things and bring them back to you."

"Liu Chuxuan, I give you the Qi of Creation and Universe, so that you can create all kinds of laws and return all laws to one."

"Then... go!" As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji threw the two young Taoists into the myriad worlds, letting them roam and revolve among them.

Perhaps... by navigating the elusive nature of time and space, they might even be able to return to their ancestral land at the end of the era; who knows?

After seeing the two young Taoist priests off, Qiu Chuji took a step forward, and time flowed on, returning him to his own era.

The Zhongnan Mountains were covered in snow. A tiger roared, and snowflakes swirled around it as it approached a figure in green robes!
It is said: A down-on-his-luck idler, surnamed Qiu, lived in Shandong, on the eastern route to Dengzhou. From a young age, he severed the net of worldly ties and traveled west with his master. Soaring aimlessly, unattached, like a lone boat on the Yangtze River. Let the mortal world rage on like fire during the day, but he drifts on the clouds without a care in the world.

(End of this chapter)