He became the True Lord of Ten Thousand Laws starting from Liaozhai.

"I've known your grandfather for so many years, would I possibly harm him?"

Zhou Yuan didn't want to waste any more words here; completing the task quickly was the most important thing, as his master had already finished.

The City God has already been eaten. Now, all that's missing in this city is Deng Che. If he is eaten too, the entire city will be transformed into a pure land, where everyone can enjoy bliss, carefree and happy!

For example, Zhou Yuan now, although he is controlled by his master, his entire consciousness has sunk into the so-called paradise, which is an empty world created by Pudu for all those he controls.

This world has everything. To be precise, it will create all the beautiful things in the world for you according to your needs, making everyone fall into its trap, whether it's mansions of gold and silver, or becoming an immortal or an ancestor.

Or perhaps one could become an emperor in their own virtual world, ruling over the world, or be served with fine wine and beautiful women. This virtual world can make all mortals fall into its trap.

However, all of this comes with a prerequisite: becoming a follower of the master. Only in this way can one's consciousness enter the Pure Land.

As for Zhou Yuan, he had already entered his own paradise. His master had given him the ability to cultivate. As long as he followed his master, he would get a sip of meat soup when his master ate meat. He was willing to do this. As long as he could pursue the true Dao, he was willing to give up everything.

Including his own flesh and blood, although the Imperial Observatory could borrow the power of heaven to do things that mortals would consider miracles, only those who practiced Taoist arts knew that the so-called borrowing of the power of heaven was just an illusion.

As the Director of the Imperial Observatory, he had always been guarding this secret. All the Taoist arts practiced by the cultivators of the Imperial Observatory were actually just a piece of waste paper. If they were separated from the one in the heavens, their so-called Taoist arts would just be a useless incantation.

As the supervisor, he was constantly filled with fear after learning this secret. No one knew who the person in the heavens was, nor when these magical arts would fail.

These Taoist arts, though learned, are ultimately not one's own; they are called "immortals" or "cultivators" by the world.

Zhou Yuan would blush every time he heard this, but the other disciples didn't care; they all enjoyed the feeling.

In their eyes, they are the so-called "immortals" and "cultivators" because they can perform many miracles that mortals cannot.

This is the manifestation of an immortal.

Zhou Yuan had had enough of this life. This world clearly had demonic beasts that could live much longer, so why couldn't they, as mortals, achieve immortality? They could only drift through life in a daze.

In fact, Zhou Yuan didn't necessarily want to live forever. He believed that if he didn't know about these so-called pursuits of immortality during his lifetime, that would be fine. If he didn't know about these things, he certainly wouldn't yearn for them.

But he became a disciple of the Imperial Observatory, and everything changed from that time on. He believed that by practicing these Taoist arts, he could achieve immortality and become the most carefree and happiest person in the world. As long as one could live forever, there was nowhere in the world he couldn't go.

In addition, he possessed Taoist skills. When Zhou Yuan first joined the Imperial Observatory, he also harbored this idea. However, after practicing Taoist skills for ten years, his mindset changed once again.

Zhou Yuan no longer believed that practicing Taoist arts could change everything. Taoist arts could not strengthen the body, but they could enhance the power of the soul.

Therefore, Zhou Yuan no longer believed in these things; he only wanted to pursue the so-called path to immortality and eternal life.

But that day seemed to never come again. Even after he became the Director of the Imperial Observatory, he still had no chance to defy fate. He discovered that even the directors of the Imperial Observatory throughout the ages had no way to cultivate.

Even the Imperial Censor could not pursue the so-called Immortal Path, the so-called Supreme Great Path, the Path that could transcend everything.

It's all gone, what a pity, it's all gone. Zhou Yuan, who had pursued the path to immortality his whole life, finally succeeded a few days ago.

After offering his flesh and blood to his master, Zhou Yuan gained the opportunity to embark on the path to immortality.

Therefore, Zhou Yuan is now in a frenzy; he wants to cultivate and can't wait to start.

He also wanted to experience the feeling of flying through the sky and escaping into the earth, of being omnipotent. He didn't want to hear the inferiority complex that followed the title of "Immortal Master" anymore. He wanted to become a true immortal.

"So, come on, come with me, Old Deng, that high monk is an immortal."

"How could the teachings of an immortal be wrong?"

"To hear the Daoist immortal preach is an honor beyond measure!"

"Everyone in the surrounding city is fortunate..."

After hearing what Zhou Yuan said, Deng Che's desire was also stirred. Although he was old, he knew what it meant to become an immortal.

That is immortality, the ability to exist forever in the world, something that all the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty have been striving for, something that none of them have ever obtained.

Now, this divine opportunity was right in front of him! Deng Che went completely mad.

This thing he had longed for was now within his grasp. For a moment, he was speechless. He felt so excited that he trembled all over and could no longer utter a word.

Only after Zhou Yuan finished speaking did he stammer, "Old Zhou, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Oh, by the way, can my granddaughter come along?"

Although Deng Che was confused at this moment, he still had something on his mind.

Zhou Yuan looked at Deng Youwen, his eyes turning cold. This little girl had tried to ruin his plans time and time again. Fortunately, his master's control over people's minds with his chanting was very subtle and not something that ordinary mortals could break.

"Old Zhou, Wen'er probably doesn't have the affinity for immortality. Let's go ask a high monk first."

"After all, I only mentioned you to the high monk at the time, and if there were too many people, the high monk might not be happy."

"Besides, Old Zhou, you're already old, while Wen'er is still young. If you learn the immortal arts, why don't you just come back and teach Wen'er directly?"

"Why would I need to do anything to offend the immortals, right?"

Deng Che's mind was no longer as sharp as it used to be. After being misled, he was completely led by Zhou Yuan, and thus he made many mistakes.

Now, after being hit by so many combined punches from Zhou Yuan, he didn't know how to think anymore. He just felt that what Zhou Yuan said was right.

Yes, as long as Deng Che can learn immortal techniques, then everyone in the Deng family can learn immortal techniques!

He can teach all the people in the Deng family immortal magic, and then the whole family can live a long and happy life!

A family of immortals, haha, what a delightful thing!

As Deng Che thought about it, he started to grin and laugh out loud.

Zhou Yuan knew that this was a complete success, so he made another request: "Old Deng, if you ask me, we shouldn't delay any longer, let's go right now! Don't keep the immortals waiting impatiently!"

"I see it's getting late. The immortals have finished preaching to the mortals. Now, only you and I haven't been instructed by the immortals."

"If we don't go soon, the immortals might fly away!"

Reminded by Zhou Yuan, Deng Che, whose mind wasn't very sharp to begin with, slapped his thigh and said regretfully, "That's right, Old Zhou, thank goodness you were here, otherwise we would have messed things up!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Have the servants prepare the carriage! I'm going to meet the immortal!"

"Hey, Lao Deng, you need to be sincere when meeting an immortal. What will the immortal think if you go in a carriage?"

"Even immortals don't travel by carriage. By doing this, aren't you implying that you consider yourself superior to them?"

"You have to be sincere, Lao Deng. You definitely don't understand the ins and outs of this as well as I do."

The servants, completely bewitched by their master, had already gathered in the streets, saying they wanted to build a temple for him so that he could receive a constant stream of incense offerings and be supported.

At that time, the master's magic power will become stronger and stronger, and Zhou Yuan, as the first person subdued by the master, will surely be a great contributor. He will definitely be enshrined in a golden statue next to the master and receive incense offerings.

In this way, Zhou Yuan's path to immortality will be smooth sailing from now on!

"Hahaha!" Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. He didn't know why, but ever since he followed his master, he had become more and more fond of imagining things about the future and imagining all sorts of scenes.

This was absolutely achievable, Zhou Yuan firmly believed.

After listening to Zhou Yuan's advice, Deng Che nodded quickly. "That makes sense, that makes sense. Perhaps Zhou Yuan is like a child in front of me when it comes to court politics, but when it comes to seeking immortality and visiting the Dao, Deng Che is definitely a child in front of Zhou Yuan."

Therefore, he should listen to advice; it is a good habit, an experience he has gained over the years, especially in areas where he is not good at all.

Never try to emulate someone you're not good at. Deng Che's rise from a mere scholar to his current level is inextricably linked to these two words.

Deng Che then changed his approach: "Okay, okay, Lao Zhou, then we'll walk there, we'll walk there..."

"Okay, let's go."

Zhou Yuan nodded. With that, there were no more obstacles. Deng Youwen had already been scolded by Deng Che.

Deng Youwen could never know why her grandfather had become like this, but he no longer loved and cared for her as he used to.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Her grandfather had been too fierce just now, and she didn't know what to do. She could only stand there dumbfounded, watching Zhou Yuan and his grandfather go to meet the "immortal".

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In the Lesser Chongshan Mountains, Zhang Zheng was troubled by the situation in the city. It was certainly not optimistic at the moment, but he did not know exactly what had happened.

Thinking of this, he glanced back at Li Jiangyuan in Ping Shui Temple. The child's mother was probably still in the city, and he wondered how she was doing.

Such bizarre methods definitely belong to a supernatural power expert. Although Xin Jing went there, he was still worried. Xin Jing's realm was not supernatural power at all, so he was afraid that going there would not change anything.

If something happens to Xin Jing, how will Mr. Xu explain it when he returns?

But where did Mr. Xu go...?

Zhang Zhengyi didn't want to keep thinking about Mr. Xu, because even without him, Fangyuan City would still have faced this crisis.

He had already witnessed the existence of someone who exuded a strong sense of security, so it was probably impossible for him not to think about it.

"Let's wait and see," Zhang Zhengyi said, having run out of ideas.

His cultivation level was not high enough to mobilize his physical body. He couldn't even manage the most basic escape. If a wicked cultivator came to his door, he could hide and not come out. However, if a powerful cultivator came, he would smash his Little Mountain to pieces.

He would die anyway, but it's impossible for him to hide away because of this.

Then let's create an avatar and go take a look.

After much thought, Zhang Zhengyi was still uneasy. The evil monk's target was the City God. Surely Liang Jing couldn't have already been defeated by now?

He knew that cultivators with supernatural powers were very strong, but as a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator, was it possible that Liang Jing couldn't even withstand a single move? That seemed a bit too exaggerated.

Zhang Zhengyi didn't believe it; he didn't think there could be such a big difference between supernatural powers and Dharma forms.

As he spoke, he began to gather a vast amount of incense and prayer power, and with the divine power of incense from the past hundred years, he split off another identical Zhang Zhengyi.

Manipulating his mind, Zhang Zheng began to control this 'clone' as it walked towards Fangyuan City.

At this point, Zhang Zhengyi no longer cared about consuming much incense and prayer energy; he just wanted to quickly understand the current situation of Fangyuan City.

This time, Zhang Zhengyi didn't feel any remorse at all when burning incense and divine power. Normally, when he manipulated his clones to travel, he had to be careful to pay attention to how much incense and divine power he consumed with every step.

Now that it's being used extensively, it's quite enjoyable.

The burning incense and the power of the prayers greatly accelerated Zhang Zhengyi's movement, and he arrived at Fangyuan City in just a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, the city was deathly silent. Not a single civilian could be seen outside the city. The city gates were wide open, and there were no soldiers guarding them, which was very strange.

At this point, Zhang Zhengyi knew perfectly well that this man had probably been eaten by that evil monk!

He felt a sense of fear, but when he thought about how many people had been eaten by this evil monk, Zhang Zhengyi suddenly lost his fear and felt only anger.

These people used to offer him incense all the time, but now that they are in trouble, he is helpless. This makes him feel deeply powerless. If only he could reach the Chaoyuan realm and condense his supernatural powers.

One should cultivate oneself more often and meditate to comprehend the Tao, rather than wasting time dealing with trivial matters.

We shouldn't be so greedy for pleasure, and we shouldn't have so many entertainment activities. It would have been better to see through this sooner rather than later.

Perhaps if I had devoted an extra hour to my studies each day, I might have already comprehended the mysteries of supernatural powers and achieved the Chaoyuan realm. At that time, I could go anywhere in the world.

It's such a pity, such a pity. At this moment, Zhang Zhengyi's mind was filled with regret. He no longer knew how to describe his feelings.

As soon as he stepped into the city, the first thing he saw was a glittering golden bead on the ground.

It seemed somewhat like... Zhang Zhengyi quickly walked to the bead. He sensed a very familiar aura. This was... the Mind Mirror Master?!

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