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"What are you two whispering about?"

A gray head suddenly appeared between Lu Ze and Spark. Xing had somehow gotten close, her golden eyes scanning the two faces suspiciously.

Lu Ze and Spark both leaned back, creating some distance between them.

"Ahem...it's nothing," Lu Ze cleared his throat.

"We're discussing what kind of gift to bring to our host. After all, he's the ancestor of all immortals; we can't just come empty-handed on our first visit."

Lu Ze's reasoning was reasonable, and Xing indeed did not suspect anything.

Instead, her eyes lit up, and she confidently patted her chest, promising to take full responsibility.

"Oh, I see! Then leave it to me! I happen to have some good stuff here." Knowing that Lu Ze had gone bankrupt, she took the initiative to take on the task of delivering the gifts.

An ominous premonition flashed through Lu Ze's mind.

"...Could it be that corgi butt rock?"

"Of course not!" Xing immediately retorted, her expression showing a hint of offended grievance.

"That's my treasure, how could I possibly give it away so easily!"

Lu Ze opened his mouth, wanting to ask her what she was planning to give as a gift, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Let Xing handle everything!

At least she's more reliable than Spark; I just hope she doesn't pull out anything too outrageous.

As for sparks?

Lu Ze glanced at the guy next to him who was looking around with a "I want to cause trouble" expression, and promptly gave up the idea.

Qingfeng and Mingyue, who had been walking ahead, had obviously overheard Luze and Xing's conversation.

The two young Taoist boys exchanged a glance, their lips curled down simultaneously, and a hint of undisguised disdain flashed in their eyes.

A few more people have come looking to get the ginseng fruit for free.

Qingfeng and Mingyue were already used to this and felt contempt in their hearts, but they still maintained basic courtesy on the surface.

After all, the master had instructed that today's guests were extraordinary and that they should be treated with great care.

After passing through the bluestone path in the front yard and around a screen wall carved with a Tai Chi diagram, Qingfeng and Mingyue led the four of them to the main hall.

The main hall of Wuzhuang Temple is quite different from other Taoist temples.

There are no statues of the Three Pure Ones or the Four Emperors here.

In front of the main gate, against the wall, there was only a long table made of rosewood, on which sat a memorial tablet with only two characters on it—

world.

Lu Ze paused before the memorial tablet for a moment, nodding silently to himself.

As expected of the ancestor of earth immortals, he only respects heaven and earth, and does not worship gods and Buddhas.

With this kind of confidence, it's hard to find another person in the Three Realms.

Qingfeng didn't stop, leading them through the main hall to the rear hall.

The rear hall is smaller than the front hall, but its furnishings are more elegant. Outside the window is a clump of green bamboo, its shadows dappling the ground.

A stick of incense burned in the room, its smoke curling upwards, soothing the soul.

An old man sat on a prayer mat.

He wore a simple gray Taoist robe, had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, slightly lowered eyes, and a serene expression.

He sat there, exuding no imposing aura, like a kind old neighbor taking a leisurely nap in the afternoon.

But Lu Ze knew that this was Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortals.

Within the Three Realms, only this one can sit on equal footing with the Tathagata and dare to place the words "Heaven and Earth" on the altar.

Zhen Yuanzi slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze swept over the four of them one by one.

He then calmly withdrew his gaze, as if he had only seen a few ordinary visitors.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the four prayer cushions in front of him: "Please sit down."

The four people sat down as instructed.

Sun Wukong sat down cross-legged with a carefree attitude, not forgetting to look around at himself, a man who could never stay still.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't stand on ceremony. After gazing at everyone for a moment, he got straight to the point.

"What brings you gentlemen to my Wuzhuang Temple?"

He was supposed to go to the Mi Luo Palace today to listen to the sermon of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, but before leaving, he had a sudden inspiration and felt that staying at the Wuzhuang Temple today would bring him a great opportunity.

Who is Zhen Yuanzi?

For him to consider it a "great opportunity," how great must it be?

This instantly piqued his interest.