What kind of Journey to the West is this?

There were too many scriptures to read, so An Yanxia said, "If you like, just copy them down and take them home to read. The good Dao is magnanimous and helps all those who are predestined. You are also predestined, but you need to list them for me so that I can know what scriptures are hidden in this cave. If someone comes to ask for them in the future, I can answer them conveniently."

Everyone thanked them, and the Six Saints invited many little demons who could read and punctuate to help copy the scriptures. An Yanxia didn't mind. The Nine Friends of Chiling, Mr. Heming, and the Goddess of Xihe kept the accounts. They also counted the scriptures and had the demons take them to a quiet room for the time being.

Mr. Heming said: "The Three Caverns Sutras are: the Xuan-Dong Sutra, which consists of 36 volumes and 54,000 words; the Zheng-I Sutra, which consists of 72 volumes and 96,000 words; and the Taiping Sutra, which consists of 120 volumes and 108,000 words.

"There are 35 volumes of scriptures, 35 volumes of divine symbols, 40 volumes of magic formulas, 30 volumes of numerology, and spiritual diagrams and records of rituals and methods, totaling 88 volumes."

"There are also twelve volumes of the Secret Secrets of Dragon and Tiger Copulation, twelve volumes of the Secret Diagrams of the Jade Liquid Returning Elixir, twelve volumes of the Secret Diagrams of the Golden Liquid Returning Elixir, twelve volumes of the Secret Secrets of the Seven Returns and Nine Returns Dragon and Tiger Golden Elixir, nine volumes of Master An's Alchemy Songs, nine volumes of the Poems on the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Great Elixir, seven volumes of Questions and Answers on the Golden Elixir, seven volumes of the Prescriptions for Immortals' Medication and Medicine, and seven volumes of the Secret Secrets of Nourishing Life and Embracing Oneness. The remaining incomplete texts on the alchemy furnace add up to thirty-six volumes."

"There are 351 volumes of the True Scripture in total, and the words are too numerous to count!"

After Mr. Heming finished reading, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he couldn't catch his breath. He felt like he had found a treasure - most of the books here were ancient classics, many of which had been lost, and the value of each one was inestimable.

The Xihe Goddess said, "There's actually a complete set of scriptures! True Man, there are a few volumes of the Supreme Disaster Removal and Blessing Prayer Ritual in there that I urgently need. Could you lend them to me?"

An Yanxia said, "What's the harm? Just take it."

Wu Lixian, Zhayunjun, and the others also borrowed several volumes of scriptures, as if they had found a treasure. It was difficult for them, the demons, to cultivate. If they did not convert to a high sect like Jiuling Yuansheng or find another opportunity like Xue Shier, their path to immortality would be bleak.

Even those who have attained the Tao and become immortals read the most the widely circulated books in the world, such as "Daode", "Nanhua", "Chongxu", "Yinfu", "Huangting", "Santong" and "Baopu". They can only dream of these classics that have been shelved by the world's esoteric sects, but cannot obtain them.

But An Yanxia focuses on open source knowledge, and she will give it to anyone who asks for it.

Everyone was happy. Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, the Six Saints of Zhongnan invited everyone to a banquet in the cave.

At this time, the goblins from the mountains within a radius of thirty or forty miles of Changxia Valley, seeing the cave open wide, thought it was a miracle and flocked to it. A young goblin was helping to copy scriptures in the cave, and after gaining a few fragments of information, he danced with joy and embarked on his journey. The newly arrived goblins, upon learning that they had missed such a great opportunity, could not help but regret it.

But this was actually a method of moral education. The tigers, leopards, wolves, insects and monsters in the mountains who had received An Yanxia's favor all kowtowed and worshipped her, praising her for the reputation of "Master of Zhongnan Cave Heaven", "Culprit of Changxia", "Supreme Immortal" and "Leader of the Six Dragons".

At this moment, the Six Saints of Zhongnan also made great efforts, struck the gong, set up delicacies from land and sea in the Zhengyang Cave, and prepared coconut juice and grape juice, and feasted for a long time.

At the banquet, the Five Fox Fairies saw that Changxia Valley was a beautiful and charming place. Since they had previously caused trouble in Puzhou and offended the City God, they took the opportunity to ask, "Master! Is there any place in the valley where we can stay?"

"We've offended the City God before, so it's not convenient for us to stay in Puzhou for a long time. We wanted to come to your place to avoid the limelight."

An Yanxia had no objection. Changxia Valley was so big that it could accommodate five cat fairies.

But the Five Fox Immortals said, "How can we ask for favors from the Master for nothing? If the Master needs anything, please tell us."

An Yanxia didn't have any desires, but suddenly she remembered something and said, "I do have an important matter here. But I'm afraid it's dangerous. Are you sure you want to do it?"

"No excuses!"

An Yanxia was afraid of revealing the secret, so she asked Wulixian to come forward and whispered, "I want you to go to General He Peak. You do this and that..."

After whispering this, Chen Qingliang and Chen Qingshui at the banquet saw that it was getting late and wanted to leave.

The Goddess of Xihe and Lord Zhayun also had to continue their relief work, so it was not convenient for them to stay for long.

There is no permanent full moon, and no party lasts forever. Just a moment ago, it was a lively scene, and in the blink of an eye, only cold roasted meat and leftovers remained.

The good way is:

Although the banquet is long, it is difficult to stay for long, so don’t be too sad when you are at the banquet.

I urge you to drink till your last drop of wine, for tomorrow may be sunny or cloudy.

It's uncertain whether tomorrow will be sunny or cloudy, and I don't know what will happen next. Luo Sushang looked at An Yanxia and said, "Now that everything is done, let's go back to Chang'an tomorrow."

An Yanxia nodded in agreement and stretched comfortably.

She was tired too.

At this moment, Little Mirage Dragon was also about to leave. Seeing this, Su Shuijun naturally followed suit and said goodbye. Little Mirage Dragon said:

"Master, I'd love to have a few more drinks with you. But my father married a new wife last year, and she gave birth to a son. This year, the son was lost, and the wife is heartbroken. My father is calling me back to give her something to make her smile."

"But it's not convenient for me to stay any longer. Alas! My father is old and incompetent. The True Master should know this, so I won't say any more."

An Yanxia didn't stay for long. But then she suddenly remembered:

Could the lost "dragon son" be the wild red carp she let go?

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Southwest of Chang'an, in the middle of the Feng River, a red carp was swishing through the water, blowing bubbles, and swimming forward without a care in the world.

The red carp swam for an unknown amount of time before suddenly feeling itself entangled by something. It panicked and shook its head and tail, splashing water.

"Dad! What a big carp! What a red carp!"

The old man on the fishing boat pulled in his net and took a closer look. Sure enough, he found a huge red carp. It was almost as big as his arm and its body was pure gold. In the water, it looked like a ball of fire, but when it was pulled out, the setting sun shone on it and it looked like a piece of gold.

The old man exclaimed happily, "What a change of fortune! The shoulder pole has blossomed! This is a very auspicious sign!"

There was a young man standing behind the old man, grinning from ear to ear with joy, "This must be worth ten thousand dollars, right?"

"More than that! More than that! We need fifty thousand too. I can fix my old lady's eyes, buy you a new house, and find you a wife! There will still be quite a bit left."

The small fishing boat swayed on the river.

On the shore, a monk and a Taoist walked out of the forest.

The monk wore a cassock and concealed his name. The Taoist wore a cloud robe and his name was Qi Hui.

Qi Huizi looked at the fishing boat, smiled but said nothing.

The monk asked, "He was in danger of death, so why didn't you save him?"

Qi Huizi shook his head and said, "Fate brings us together, and the world of mortals is full of disturbances. I save one person, and then another one dies. If I cling to it, won't I just make mistakes?"

The monk laughed and said, "Aren't you the immortal Noble Life?"

"The Dao values life. Wherever there is a great Dao, life is valued. But the only one who can save sentient beings is a saint. I'm not a saint, not even a bodhisattva. Even a bodhisattva cannot save sentient beings from water and fire. So what can I do?"

After Qi Huizi finished speaking, he stopped looking at the river and turned to look at the monk. The old Taoist's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of mockery in them, and everything was said without words:

"Aren't you right, Kuilongshi?"

——Boom!

——Boom boom!

A dusk drum sounded from a distant mountain temple, and the monks on the river bank had disappeared.

There was only a breeze blowing through the forest, rustling the leaves like a continuous laugh.

Journey to the West by Supreme Master: Please take a leave and update as normal tomorrow

Today is September 9st. We just received the news that Zhu Qizhen led an army of 1 to attack Wala, but was defeated at Tumu Fort. The entire army was wiped out, with more than half of them killed or wounded.

I've heard scholars all over the world, discussing worldly affairs, say in their idle conversations: "If you don't want to be a marquis with a fief of ten thousand households, then you've really come here in vain." Therefore, the hermit heroes wait for the opportunity to recommend themselves, waiting for the emperor's envoys to enter the mountains with a large guard, for the emperor's edict to be delivered to the mountains, so that they can sit on the high throne and their sleeves can flow high.

Wise monarchs also said that they never give salaries to those close to them at will, but grant them to those who have made great contributions; they do not give official positions to those they like at will, but give them to competent people.

Now that the Emperor of the Great Ming has perished, the clouds and winds are filled with grief and anger, and the springs among the rocks are weeping with sorrow. Every human being in the world is crying out in sorrow, covering their sleeves. And this is precisely the time for heroes to vent their grief and indignation and achieve great things.

I am a dull person who does not like to study and has no wisdom. I never dare to sit on the same level as such heroes, but I also yearn for their lofty ambitions and hope to gain fame and honor.

Although I am not talented, I have been taught by virtuous people like you many times. So I took the liberty of writing to you and hope to take a day off to complete my work. I do not ask for your understanding, but I hope you will take the trouble to read my letter.

Don't worry, everyone. I'm going to the capital today to support the emperor. By the way, I'm Bater, the first of the Wala tribes.

(How come Bartel is also a sensitive word?)

Journey to the West by the Supreme Immortal: Chapter 316 [First Encounter with Hong Fu Nu]

It is said that after all the guests at the banquet had left, they watched the sun set in the west.

An Yanxia, Xue Shier, Luo Sushang and others rested in the cave for one night. The next day, they packed their bags and flew across Zhongnan Mountain in the air.

Time flew by, summer passing through autumn, cicadas and frosted leaves appeared, and the fire flowed westward. Back then, when An Yanxia sought immortality in Kanyang Mountain, what she saw and heard was similar to what she saw now, but her state of mind was completely different.

Kanshui is located in the south, which is exactly Nanshan. Now encountering Nanshan again, An Yanxia sighed, "In the past, I also searched for elixirs and stumbled upon the immortal master beside an ancient path. A fragrant breeze blew his feather sleeves, and a thousand cloud ribbons swirled around his colorful robes. Every word he spoke spoke profound principles, and his voice was filled with admonitions. This skill is truly a stroke of luck, and it has enabled me to ascend to heaven."

Luo Sushang asked curiously, "So this is where you met your master?"

Xue Shi'er also looked curious. She only knew that An Yanxia was seeking immortality, but she didn't know the specific process.

An Yanxia smiled and said, "Fate, fate, fate! It's so wonderful that it's hard to describe! One word will reveal the sky. These are all things of the past, a fleeting dream. Let's go to Chang'an City!"

The main reason is that she doesn't want to say it.

In her mind's space, the system transformed into a large bluestone platform, its surface shining like a mirror, reflecting the evidence of her betrayal of her teacher and ancestors.

The three of them followed the clouds and arrived outside the city of Chang'an.

It was morning when they entered the city, and the sky was just bright. The streets and markets were bustling with people of all kinds. The three immortals didn't bother to linger in the bustling city, but returned home to prepare gifts for their visit to Li Jing.

Coincidentally, Luo Sushang's residence was in "Changlefang," not far from Li Jing's residence. It was said that Luo Sushang's residence was once a small part of the royal palace. It was probably true that Changlefang was mostly home to nobles.

Luo Sushang had originally wanted to go with An Yanxia, but after returning, a Taoist priest from the Zongsheng Palace invited her to observe a Buddhist-Taoist debate the next day. An Yanxia figured it was no use going alone, so she simply shoved Xue Shi'er along to see the world. She went to Li Jing's residence alone.

But at this moment, the two clerks guarding the gate of Li Jing's mansion were waiting for the magician from Zongsheng Palace.

The gatekeeper on the left had a gloomy face. "It's already dawn, why haven't the mages from Zongsheng Palace arrived yet?"

The doorman on the right had a sad face and a gloomy brow. "This is the third time this month. Madam Li is still pregnant with the young master. Is this a bad omen?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

When these words were spoken, both of them were shocked and quickly shut up.

Just then, An Yanxia appeared before them, dressed in a robe with arrow-sleeved clouds and a small purple-gold crown on her forehead. The two clerks were stunned at the sight, thinking to themselves, "What a fairy under the moonlight on the Yaotai Terrace! Could this be the female crown mage of the Zongsheng Palace?"

Both of them smiled and said flatteringly, "Here we come! Here we come!"

"You must be the nun from Zongsheng Palace! You've arrived just in time! Madam Li is worried about the affairs at home. Come and meet her."

The two of them clearly didn't recognize her, but they looked happy and respectfully invited her in.

An Yanxia was confused when she heard it.

No, what am I doing here? Why are we already in the plot without any previous synopsis?

Just as she was wondering, a carriage came hurriedly from a distance. In it was a young girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with her clothes rolled up and dressed neatly in a crown, robe, belt and shoes.

The young nun cried out, "I'm late! Let me in! I'm just here to talk to you about healing!"

When she shouted, the two gatekeepers were shocked and looked at the nun: You are a Taoist priest from Zongsheng Palace, then who is the person next to us?

The nun from the Zongsheng Palace hurried over and asked in surprise when she saw An Yanxia, "Where did this immortal come from? Are you here to pay your respects to the Lady of the Li family?"

"That's not the case. I'm here to see Lord Yongkang."

"Not bad! Lord Li has gone to Yangzhou to take up his post, and his wife, the honorable name Hongfu, is now in charge of the mansion. Please come with me, Immortal."

The two gatekeepers were puzzled by the fact that the two men were talking very happily as soon as they met, so they took them both to a small hall where they were having a private banquet and shouted:

"Madam! The person has been brought here!"

In the small hall, four or five maids were attending a woman in her thirties with a slightly protruding belly. The woman had a chivalrous air between her brows, her long black hair neatly tied up, and her hands, calloused, were wielding a short knife as she peeled some fruit.

An Yanxia took a closer look: Xu Niang was middle-aged, yet still charming. A woman of the world, she wore no hairpins or jewelry; she was lazy in the world of mortals, her hair a mess. She had no interest in makeup, so why bother with elaborate brushwork? Her jade wrists were shrouded in fragrance, even more beautiful than makeup.

Hong Fu Nu looked at An Yanxia, first secretly thinking what a banished immortal she was, then seeing that she was traveling with the nuns from Zongsheng Palace, she immediately asked her to sit down, put down her dagger, and asked, "This mage is really unfamiliar! Xiao Lanqiao, which master from Louguan is this?"

Lan Qiao was the Taoist name of the little nun. She was surprised and asked, "Don't you know each other?"

"How could I know such a person?! This mage is flawless and his aura is perfect. It's obvious that he has transcended the mundane world and cultivated his life to a high level! He is a true master!"

Lan Qiao immediately opened his mouth into an O shape.

She didn't even notice!

Hong Fu Nu laughed and said, "You little Taoist priest, you don't practice the scriptures often and often break the precepts. You must have angered your master, and that's why you lost your magical powers and failed to recognize Mount Tai. Come here and let me massage you."

Lan Qiao also complained, "My wife! You always say that everything is fine, but why do you call me to your house every now and then?"

Hong Funu smiled and waved, "Come here."

Lan Qiao, the little Taoist priest, was not very old. She was short due to malnutrition in her childhood. Moreover, she had a baby face, which made her look even more like a virgin.

Hong Fu Nu held her in her arms and said with a smile, "My eldest son and second son are both out, and I'm really bored. Come here, little kid, let me hold you and cheer you up."

After saying this, Hong Fu Nu looked at An Yanxia again and said apologetically: "I am pregnant, so it is not convenient for me to perform the ceremony. I hope Master will forgive me."

An Yanxia never cared about this and said, "People say that old people don't care about etiquette, and sick people don't care about etiquette. Madam, you should sit down and rest."

"It's a coincidence. I'm a wandering immortal cultivating overseas, and I've a connection with your young master, so I wanted to pay him a visit. Unexpectedly, the doorman misunderstood me."

"So that's how it is..." Hong Fu Nu said with a smile, "I was wondering why he looked so pure and blessed, so accomplished in cultivation, it turns out he's a real person from overseas. It's no wonder they made a mistake."