It was unclear whether it was the effect of the cooling tea or the immense psychological pressure on Jiziyan, but after drinking two cups of tea, he couldn't help but start to complain.
"When you have the time and money, you should eat and drink, act freely, and enjoy yourself! Boss, I tell you, I'm over seventy and still have a breath left. It's only then that I understand this truth. I'm just a naturally stupid person!"
What's happening? Deng Chanyu was a little curious and poured the old man another cup of tea, implying that if he had any trouble, he should say it and make her laugh.
Jiang Ziya was feeling bitter in his heart. At this moment, he concealed his name and recounted how, many years ago, he learned of the existence of immortals. After going through countless hardships to seek a master, during what seemed like a long journey of cultivation, many of his fellow disciples could not bear the lack of progress in their cultivation and the seemingly close-at-hand wealth and status, and chose to descend from the mountain. Only he continued to persevere and endure the hardships. Now, he had finally reached the end, but the outcome was completely different from what he had anticipated.
Those who had descended the mountain earlier had many children and enjoyed wealth and prosperity without end.
Compared to himself, he had enjoyed nothing in his life. The cultivation he pursued led to a fruitless outcome, and at the age of seventy, he still had to follow his master's command and descend the mountain to seek wealth and status in the human world. Knowing this ending, couldn't he have descended the mountain earlier?
"Nothing left behind, and I feel something's not right in my heart. Boss, do you think my choice back then was wrong?"
"Oh, I see..." Deng Chanyu pondered for a moment before saying, "This matter is indeed not easy to persuade."
No matter how many times you hit the southern wall and find no way forward, that's the most terrifying thing.
"In fact, it's not wrong. The old man has done everything he could do. Even if he ultimately fails, it can be said that he has no regrets. As ordinary people in this world of dust and desire, who can really control so many things?"
"...... That's also true."
Jiang Ziya drank another cup of tea, his mind calming by half, the road to Dao returning to a little more than two-tenths. He couldn't help but ask, "Boss, my eyes are not blind; I can see that you must be a cultivator who has achieved Dao. It seems that opening this tea house is also driven by some desire. What are you seeking?"
"I?" Deng Chanyu thought seriously for a moment before deciding to be candid, "What I seek is to survive, to live well and safely in this turbulent era."
"It seems you are not an easy person either."
"Who said it wasn't so?"
The two people clinked cups of tea instead of wine.
"Thank you for your tea, which truly dispels all my worries. However, I am a fated person with limited life, without wealth or means to repay you. I can only wish you to achieve your desires." Jiang Ziya stood up, bowing respectfully before bidding farewell and leaving.
Deng Chanyu watched his back. This person was truly "thinly fated," thin to what extent? His fate was as thin as paper, as if a breeze could blow it away, and he would be gone.
The saying "one's life, two's destiny, three's feng shui" is not entirely accurate, but the concept of life can indeed affect many things.
To Deng Chanyu, this person's destiny was very hard, so hard that Jiang Ziya, who had taken advantage of the free tea and left, left no trace of merits.
After years of cultivation, it seems nothing has been achieved. There's no sin, but no merit either. The years have been wasted, with nothing accomplished, which is regrettable and sigh-worthy.
Today's luck was good; just as Jiang Ziya left, a familiar customer of Deng Chanyu's entered the Yu Tai Tea House, or perhaps more accurately, a familiar ox...
Jin Dasheng, whom she killed with a Lutian Stone, was a notable figure. The Sheng Table is still in the possession of Yuan Shi Tianzun and was not handed over until Jiang Ziya climbed Mount Kunlun. Only after his second ascent did he receive the God Whip and the Siyibang.
Now, it's impossible for him to go to the Yu Xiu Palace on Mount Kunlun at Jin Dasheng's request. As a sage's domain, he, this wandering spirit, can't even enter or find the path. Being named on the list doesn't help; he can't enter the cycle of rebirth after death and can only wander around aimlessly. Now, he drifted into the tea house through his connection with Niuhuang (the gold yellow in a cow's gallbladder).
"My... my... treasure?" Jin Dasheng, with only a wisp of true spirit, felt that there was something closely related to him here, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was for a moment.
Deng Chanyu quietly watched from the side.
During the time when Gao Lanying died, she saw nothing and dared not look. Now, she has seen it clearly.
To describe her mood, it's almost like a rabbit dies and a fox feels sad.
The Sheng Table is really diabolical. With even a wisp of true spirit attached, as long as the Sheng Table remains intact, the true spirit will endure forever. This seems to be a good thing, but in reality, all the key aspects of Dao cultivation such as spirit, essence, roots, and merits are lost. Additionally, the opportunity to reincarnate and refine one's Dao again is also gone. It becomes nothing but a tool soul without any fun.
When Jiang Ziya was deifying the gods, his silence upon seeing his old friend and comrade Huang Feihu was profound. He carried out the official business of deification without saying a word more, which might be because he felt some compassion as well.
With a thousand years of cultivation, Jin Dasheng is now an idiot cow, and Deng Chanyu finds it pitiful and sigh-worthy.
There's lamentation, and there's also the consideration of keeping this guy around for some side research on the Sheng Table.
Since Jin Dasheng entered the tea house at this moment, Deng Chanyu believes it to be a sign of fate.
"You, that stupid cow, do you want to work at the tea house? One month of working and you'll get a cup of tea," she poured a cup of Niuhuang and cool tea.
The soul of Jin Dasheng was indeed attracted: "Cow... cow?"
He felt that the word was very familiar to him, but he still couldn't remember it.
Deng Chanyu didn't bother to explain either.
"You will work at my tea house from now on, and your name will be Niuer!"
She roughly knows that the Seven Demons of Mei Mountain are seven great demons, with Yuan Hong as the leader. This Jin Dasheng must be the second-in-command, right? It doesn't matter if it's exactly true; if she says it is, then it is.
Jin Dasheng becomes the first servant at the tea house, drinks a cup of cool tea soaked in Niuhuang, and seems to be slightly more alert.
......
Lishan (Mount Lishan).
Deng Chanyu wandered outside for a year, and when she reached the agreed time, she barely stayed a day. She took the Yu Tai Tea House like a magical treasure and said goodbye to Deng Xiu and Li Jing, riding the ox back to Lishan Mountain.
The west Qi side was preparing for war, setting up layered defenses and preparing to face the troops of Yin and Shang head-on.
It might be a challenge for an ordinary person to go to Lishan Mountain, but for Deng Chanyu, it was not a problem. With just two distractions, she easily passed through.
Walking into the familiar mountain gate, the Old Mother of Lishan was still sitting on her cloud bed, as if her posture hadn't changed.
"Deng Chanyu first returned the Shanshe Jiati Tu, then took out the Demon Text Stele obtained from Yuan Futong's mount's stomach."
The Old Mother of Lishan reached out and swept a hand, and the Shanshe Jiati Tu vanished. Regarding the Demon Text Stele, she hesitated for a moment before snapping her fingers, causing the stele to instantly turn into dust.
The Old Mother pondered and said, "This cultivation technique is too tyrannical. It originally comes from the Wu tribe's Jiu Zhu Yuan Gong. After entering our Xuanmen School, it becomes the Ba Hua Jiu Zhu Fan Yin Xuan Gong, a cultivation technique suitable for those with naturally strong bodies. Since you were born from the Feng tribe and practicing this technique is appropriate for you, are you willing to learn?"
Deng Chanyu was overjoyed: "Disciple is willing to learn!"
The Old Mother nodded and said, "Very well, go copy the Huang Ting Jing a hundred times first."
Deng Chanyu: ( ´・ glossy face ・` )
