Chapter 637: Chapter 432: Three Immortal Artifacts! _3
“Everyone, I’ll go ahead. Enjoy your meal and have fun!”
After putting away the immortal artifacts, Xu Yang soared into the sky and disappeared in the distance.
Sirius Star Lord, Wei Huohu Star Lord, and Lightning Goddess were all delighted, while the rest of the immortals were feeling a bit uncomfortable. Shunfeng Er continued to tinker with the refining process, while Qianli Yan saw this and scolded, “Old Ear, Celestial Master Xu has already chosen the immortal artifacts! What the fuck are you still refining for?”
“Ah ba, ah ah!”
Shunfeng Er rolled his eyes.
“What?”
Qianli Yan was instantly displeased, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to confront him, cursing, “You dare curse me? Pretend not to know? Tell me to scram? Believe it or not, I’ll beat the shit out of you?”
The other immortals quickly intervened, and Lord Thunder tried to calm things down: “Qianli Yan, my friend, calm down… Why are you arguing with a mute?”
…
Xu Yang was unaware of all this.
He returned to Dai Temple and took out the three immortal artifacts, showing them one by one.
Supreme Sage Taixu was astonished: “This… Celestial Master Xu, where did so many immortal artifacts come from in the mortal world?”
Xu Yang relayed the story of the seventy-two immortals being “banished to the mortal world,” saying, “With these three immortal artifacts, it won’t be a problem for tourists to climb the mountain… Besides, not everyone has the chance to own an immortal artifact. As long as we promote this, ordinary people and even the experts from the martial world will be eager to come to Mount Tai to worship the statues of the Great Emperor.”
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“Good, good!”
Supreme Sage Taixu laughed, “I’ll take care of this. I’ll use my connections and ask the people from the Cultural Tourism Bureau to close the Dai Temple at the foot of the mountain… And then find some false visitors and invite the media to come and film it for publicity.”
The old Taoist called his disciples and instructed them separately.
Many disciples went down the mountain quickly.
However, Supreme Sage Taixu soon began to worry, “Celestial Master Xu, these three immortal artifacts are excellent, but our disciples in Dai Temple do not have the cultivation to manipulate them!”
“That’s easy.”
Xu Yang smiled, “These three immortal artifacts have been carefully selected by me. They contain a great array that can automatically absorb the spiritual aura of heaven and earth for energy storage. You don’t need to control them yourselves. Later, I will place the three immortal artifacts in Dai Temple. You can find three disciples, and I will teach them the methods to control them… ”
After giving all the instructions,
Xu Yang suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way… Where is Meng Mingshan?”
The mention of Meng Mingshan made Supreme Sage Taixu’s emotions somewhat complicated.
It was certainly a happy thing for Meng Mingshan to regain his memory.
But regaining his memory meant he had to leave…
Feeling dejected, the old Taoist said, “He said he wants to return to the underworld and needs to take care of some unfinished business in the mortal world. There are a few people he wants to see before he leaves.”
…
At this very moment,
Fengdu City Ghost Market.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the Ghost Market.
The young man wore a Daoist robe and carried a peach wood sword on his back. He looked young but had ancient and deep eyes. Who could it be if not Meng Mingshan?
He strolled into the Fengdu City Ghost Market.
Ghosts came and went in the market, but not a single ghost noticed him.
Meng Mingshan went deep into the Fengdu Ghost Market and saw one of the nine Ghost Generals under Xu Yang’s command, “General San.” General San was wearing armor and processing numerous documents at his desk. He took a sip of tea and then paced around before rubbing his temples, looking quite overwhelmed.
Meng Mingshan chuckled, thinking to himself: “Brother San is still the same as before…”
Afterwards, Meng Mingshan visited Wangwu Ghost Market, Xi Xia Ghost Market, and Huai River Ghost Market, secretly seeing all nine Ghost Generals in the nine Ghost Markets of Da Xia.
“Sigh!”
“I’m kind of envious that you guys… Even though you haven’t regained your memories, you can stay under the Lord’s command and continue working this way…”
After leaving the Ghost Market, it was already late at night outside.
Meng Mingshan walked forward, his figure gradually fading into the night.