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

The old dragon is known as the God of Yangchun River by the people. For five hundred years, he has been worshipped by people on both sides of the river and has blessed the three prefectures with good weather and abundant harvests. He is a righteous god with merits.

Old Long hasn't introduced himself to anyone in a long time.

He felt that those who knew him didn't need to be told, and those who didn't know him weren't qualified to know.

And this young Taoist priest in front of me is qualified.

"I am Ao Zhao. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"

"This humble Taoist priest is Xu Yi."

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, you don't look like someone from the Dao Palace."

"What do you mean?"

"The Dao Palace has a strict hierarchy, and the rules cannot be overstepped. The type of mount a disciple rides, the clothes he wears, and the type of waist tag he carries are all governed by regulations."

"Is this really true?"

Xu Yi had only been in this world for a short time, and if it weren't for his previous conversation with Yan Chixia, he would have even thought that there weren't many blessed lands for immortals in this world.

But this world is full of demons. The great demons with names and surnames, and even the gathering places of demons, are all infamous. Why don't any immortal masters come here to punish evil and promote good, and slay demons and eliminate evil?

This is something Xu Yi has been thinking about ever since he stepped into the mortal world.

However, unable to understand it, he simply stopped thinking about it. The common people suffered, evil spirits plagued the world, and the celestial beings did nothing...

"The Taoist Heavenly Palace is located in the sky. Taoist immortals have long resided in the high heavens. Have they ever opened their eyes to see the world?"

Ao Zhao pointed to the sky and chuckled at Xu Yi, saying, "There are indeed true immortals in the Dao Palace, but he has been in the heavens for too long."

"In the past, most of the disciples of the Dao Palace walked in the mortal world. Three hundred years ago, something happened to that Daoist immortal."

"From then on, the true immortals of Taoism disappeared completely."

"Fellow Daoist Xu, you don't seem to belong to this world."

"If I had met you eight hundred years ago, I probably wouldn't have found it strange."

"But nowadays the mortal world and the heavenly way are turbid, and most immortals are living in seclusion to cultivate. Although I am the righteous god of Yangchun River, I am not willing to get involved in the karma of the mortal world easily."

Ao Zhao was very talkative, as if he hadn't chatted with anyone in a long time, and Xu Yi was willing to listen.

Firstly, he doesn't know much about the world, so listening to this will broaden his horizons.

Secondly, this old dragon's cultivation is unfathomable, he has lived for a long time, and he is supported by the incense offerings of countless people. His knowledge and insights are unmatched by Yan Chixia and Xin Jing combined.

The Heart Mirror? Xu Yi had placed the Heart Mirror next to the Green Ox before coming here.

Although the green ox lacks intelligence, it has gradually developed human-like qualities after following him for a long time. With the guidance of the Mind Mirror, finding him should not be a problem.

Although Xin Jing had read the scriptures of Tianchan Temple, the principles he learned from the books were still just those in the books.

But Buddhist scriptures taught him to have compassion for all people, and Xin Jing truly lived up to that.

Xu Yi didn't understand any of this. He was just listening. There must be some grudge between Dao Gong and Ao Zhao, but since Ao Zhao wouldn't say, he wouldn't ask.

"Fellow Daoist Ao, this humble Daoist does not understand any heavenly secrets or heavenly principles, nor does he understand the murky cause and effect."

"I have only learned some simple principles."

"When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue."

"When one achieves success, one should benefit all under heaven."

Xu Yi spoke very seriously in the last two sentences. He may not have known many principles, but he would remember them all very deeply.

Xu Yi picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and felt the wine go down smoothly. A warm sensation spread from his heart and through his body. He closed his eyes and savored it for a moment, feeling relaxed all over.

This is truly fine wine, unlike anything found in this world.

Ao Zhao gave Xu Yi a deep look. Great supernatural beings all have their own obsessions, and no amount of reasoning from others can convince them.

Since we can't reason with each other, let's not try.

So he picked up the jade pot and poured Xu Yi a cup of wine. Seeing how intoxicated Xu Yi was, he asked with a hint of pride, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what kind of wine this is?"

Xu Yi smacked his lips and shook his head. He had only ever drunk a few kinds of wine. If he had to name a famous one, it would only be the Spring Breeze Intoxication that Yan Chixia had shared with him a few days ago.

What can dispel sorrow? Only wine.

But Xu Yi doesn't drink to forget his troubles; what worries could he possibly have?

When you are no longer hungry, no longer sleepy, and free from illness or disaster, that is the best thing.

He simply wanted a drink.

"This wine is called Dragon Saliva Jade Dew. In the whole world, besides where I am, there is only one other place where you can drink it."

"where?"

"North Sea Dragon Palace"

"This wine can only be brewed by those of the dragon family. Even my own descendants cannot drink it whenever they want."

"Since this is a rare sight, then this humble Taoist must have a few more drinks." Xu Yi rarely made a joke. Ao Zhao's temperament suited him well, and he was willing to say more.

Ao Zhao paused noticeably. He thought Xu Yi was a man of few words, but unexpectedly, Xu Yi made a joke, which made Ao Zhao laugh.

"Fellow Daoist, what harm is there in giving you a few jars?"

After he finished speaking, he waved his right sleeve, and stacks of earthenware jars appeared out of thin air on the other side of the small table.

The brewing of Dragon Saliva Dew is not easy; these few jars of wine have been stored for two hundred years!

Xu Yi seems like a shy person, so he should at least decline at least once, right?

Ao Zhao's heart was pounding. Giving away so much in one go was like bleeding inside him.

He bet the Taoist priest would refuse, so he could back down gracefully...

Seemingly noticing the embarrassment and obvious heartache on Ao Zhao's face, Xu Yi suddenly wanted to tease the old dragon.

He feigned shyness and said, "Fellow Daoist, this wine is so precious, this humble Daoist..."

Hearing this half-finished sentence, Ao Zhao finally felt relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Just as he was about to reply, Xu Yi spoke first.

"It would be impolite of me to refuse!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Zhao's smile froze on his face.

In the Yangchun River, Ao Zhao was an immense figure, whose word was law.

Even in the entire cultivation world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how many people can rival him? Who would dare to joke with him so easily?

But Xu Yi dared to do it. Not only did he dare to joke about him, but he also sat there laughing heartily, enjoying the show.

Ao Zhao was also amused and burst into laughter along with Xu Yi. He pointed at Xu Yi and chuckled, "You fake Taoist priest, you're really wicked!"

"I can't compare to you, you stingy old dragon," Xu Yi retorted, not to be outdone.

The two exchanged a smile and downed another drink.

In this bustling world, finding a true friend is no easy feat.

Ao Zhao hadn't been this happy in a long time. In the very beginning, he hadn't intended to hold Xu Yi accountable.

However, the supernatural power of controlling clouds and rain is rarely seen nowadays, and very few cultivators are proficient in it; he was just curious.

Unexpectedly, I ended up talking too much and hadn't even gotten to the big picture yet, but that's no longer important.

Nothing else mattered; he just wanted to get drunk and forget everything.

He once understood Xu Yi's reasoning, but that was all in the past.

In this turbid world, his ability to ensure favorable weather and abundant harvests for the three prefectures is a great merit.

The power of incense offerings is of little use to him; that's not what he's after.

Recalling the past, Old Long could no longer laugh.

Xu Yi took half of the Dragon Saliva Jade Dew. The old dragon was stingy, so he wouldn't make things difficult for him.

Ao Zhaoqian chuckled and said softly, "I'm drunk and want to sleep. You... you may leave."

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