The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

Chen Geng not only went himself, but also brought two boys with him to gamble, which meant the two boys had a great time.

But they gradually realized the appeal, and on the ninth day, they refused to go no matter what.

"Our ancestor said that things should not be done more than three times, and the number should not exceed nine. We have already taken advantage of you eight times. If we were to take advantage of you again, it would be really unreasonable."

The two boys spoke sincerely: "We will remember your kindness, young master. If you ever encounter any trouble in the future, just call out from the foot of Fangcun Mountain, and we will surely come to your aid."

They bowed and left, disappearing abruptly.

Chen Geng raised an eyebrow. He hadn't even seen how the two boys disappeared. Clearly, they were probably the key figures he was looking for.

He was no longer in a hurry. Fangcun Mountain was now secure, so he would deal with another expert first.

He picked up ten taels of gold as usual, went to the old monk's spot, and placed the gold on the bowl on the left.

The old monk continued to slowly turn the porcelain bowl, but the crowds that used to throng around him, with many transmigrators following him, were now as if they had pressed the mute button, and no sound came in.

It was as if a screen separated them from Chen Geng, the old monk, and the pageboy, creating two distinct worlds.

The bowl was opened, and this time the small ball was pressed down by Chen Geng, lying quietly under the bowl.

Looking again, there was no bowl left. Everything around had vanished into nothingness.

"Emperor Geng greets the Sage of Taiqing."

Chen Geng remained calm and instead rose to greet him with the respect due to a junior.

"The little guy has become more mature."

The old monk said serenely, "It's a pity that your identity is special; this old Daoist cannot have any karmic connection with you."

"You gave me eighty taels of gold, but you can make one request."

Chen Geng bowed again, his mind racing.

This person was none other than Lao Tzu, the author of the Tao Te Ching, which was written by the Sage Taiqing. He was not mistaken.

Unfortunately, the sage knew his identity and was unwilling to form a karmic connection with him.

A sage is untouched by cause and effect...

Then the only option is to maximize profits.

After much deliberation, he decided not to ask this person to help him comprehend the Great Dao or teach him the way of the sages. Instead, he spoke aloud:

"This junior only wishes to ask the Sage to decree that during this transmigration, no one above the Golden Immortal level shall personally take action against me."

Don't worry that this person won't understand; Chen Geng's words are like another mythical scroll.

"You're quite clever, aren't you? You were scared by Dragon Ancestor Longze?"

The old monk laughed heartily: "Good."

  

He pointed to the sky, and the next second, a huge and boundless palace appeared in the chaos of the outer heavens, containing eight scenic views.

These eight scenic spots are not eight different scenes, but rather eight scenes representing the beginning of spring, spring breeze, beginning of summer, summer solstice, beginning of autumn, autumnal equinox, beginning of winter, and winter solstice.

The evolution of heaven and earth alternates within it, the Qi of the Eight Scenes points directly to longevity, and in the center, a huge figure chants Taoist incantations.

The next instant, a glimpse of the Great Dao flashed across Chen Geng's body, and the rules of heaven and earth changed. When he opened his eyes again, the old monk was no longer there.

Where the old monk used to preach, animals or ascetics opened their eyes, and the old monk's figure was still on the stone platform.

Su Yan, who was beside him, opened her eyes, as if she had no memory of what had just happened.

Continuing his thoughts, he asked, "Teacher, Shakyamuni Buddha was once a prince who abandoned his kingdom, causing chaos and war. Was this an act of killing?"

Lao Tzu shook his head slightly: "The killing was not his doing, it was your doing."

"What I did?" Su Yan was stunned. "This disciple does not understand."

Lao Tzu then said, "When your mind is stirred, you develop a desire for external things and a sense of discrimination, naturally you will be burdened with sins and find it difficult to escape the sea of ​​suffering."

"Since Shakyamuni Buddha had no discriminating mind, he could naturally renounce worldly realms and not enter into the realms of emptiness and form..."

These words excited many disciples, and some even burst into laughter, finding them wonderful.

They were no longer on the western shore of the Western Ocean in Xiniuhezhou, but had reached the foot of Tianzhu (India).

Chen Geng knew nothing of this; he stood motionless at the foot of Fangcun Mountain.

The presence of the two boys was right there, but he couldn't see or touch them.

Meanwhile, the stone monkey was still struggling in the mountains, unable to find its way.

Chen Geng closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, trying to figure out how to get in, but the more he racked his brains, the more elusive it became.

Even the feeling of a road sign is becoming increasingly distant, elusive, and hard to find.

He was agitated, but fortunately, he possessed the merit of creation within him, and the gentle shaking brought him clarity of mind.

Chen Geng entered a deep state of meditation, and external things gradually dissipated, replaced by inner peace.

A mind as clear as a mirror is not a platform.

In his selfless and detached state of mind, the image of Fangcun Mountain gradually appeared.

When the reflection appeared, Chen Geng looked at it and found himself already in the mountains.

Unlike the mountains in the West Sea, this Fangcun Mountain seemed small, but Chen Geng could not see the end of it even when he looked into the distance.

And in front of them was a set of steps, an endless series of steps that led to the infinity mountaintop.

He realized that Fangcun Mountain was immeasurably large, and Xieyue Sanxing Cave was infinitely vast.

To get over this step, you have to step over it in your heart.

He climbed higher step by step, trying to calm his mind.

At the mountaintop, Yingli and Yingle were being punished by their senior brother, Guangyuan, who was whipping them.

"We told you to come down the mountain to pick someone up, but you went down to gamble!"

"Losing my Fangcun Mountain jade pendant is bad enough, but I even had to pawn my clothes! How shameful!"

You have utterly disgraced our ancestor!

Yingli and Yingle screamed, wailed, and begged for mercy, but to no avail.

"You all truly shame me. It's utterly disgraceful that the Patriarch himself has gone to such lengths to fetch us!"

Yingli and Yingle were so ashamed and tearful after being beaten and scolded that they were in tears. Compared to the physical pain, the shame was the hardest thing to bear.

Finally, Senior Brother Guangyuan threw down his whip and said, "Go and apologize to the patriarch yourselves."

Yingli and Yingle nodded obediently and hurriedly ran down the mountain.

A tall, slender figure could be seen moving his feet on the stone steps of the mountain gate, but it seemed as if he was standing still, unable to move forward no matter how hard he tried.

Bodhi Patriarch sat on the top of the stone steps, almost face to face with Chen Geng, but Bodhi Patriarch could see Chen Geng, while Chen Geng could not see the Patriarch.

"Master, we recognize him!"

Yingli's eyes lit up: "We met him at the market outside the mountains..."

He stopped mid-sentence, because that was what had caused the delay.

"Um."

Bodhi Patriarch picked up where he left off: "Down the mountain, you lost all of my money, and I was thoroughly ridiculed."

He looked up at the chaos, feeling rather helpless.

"If this kid hadn't won another round, I might have had to throw you all down the mountain."

He saw more in Chen Geng. The cause and effect on this young man was extremely complicated, like thousands of threads intertwined, yet it was also inextricably linked to his Great Dao.

It seems those two are no longer planning to settle down.

"But Master, the other two haven't arrived yet."

Yingle asked quietly, "Should we go and invite them over?"