Chapter 638: Chapter 433: Don’t Want to Ascend!
On December 4, 2023, Meng Mingshan became immortal at the summit of Mount Tai and awakened his previous memories, breaking through the confusion of his past lives.
The next day.
He traveled across Da Xia, visited the nine Ghost Markets, and disappeared into the night.
Whoosh!
Meng Mingshan waved his hand, and in the darkness, an illusory portal emerged.
He arrived at the portal, turned to look back at the direction of Mount Tai, and there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
Over six hundred years ago, his true spirit entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
During the six hundred years, Meng Mingshan reincarnated eleven times.
In the first ten lives, he never practiced cultivation due to the depletion of spiritual aura in the mortal world and the silence of the Dao.
During those six hundred years, he had been a scholar, a butcher, and even a soldier. When he became immortal, the memories of these past lives surfaced in his mind.
However, these memories were not as profound as his current life, let alone the time when he followed Emperor Dongyue in the underworld!
This life, to Meng Mingshan, was extremely short.
He had been abandoned at the foot of Mount Tai when he was still in swaddling clothes. If Supreme Sage Taixu hadn’t picked him up, he would’ve begun his “twelve reincarnation” on that snowy night.
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His childhood was mostly spent in Dai Temple.
The farthest place he’d ever been to was probably the market near Mount Tai. Every month on the 3rd, 6th, and 9th, the market would be bustling, and sometimes his fellow disciples would secretly take him down the mountain to the market.
Until he was sixteen.
He met Celestial Master Xu.
And then he was misled to Xishan Wanshou Palace… that was his first real time leaving the mountain.
Thinking about Celestial Master Xu, Meng Mingshan couldn’t help but show a trace of a smile…
He was still the same as back then.
Always fooling people.
And stringing them along with big promises.
Damn it!
They had agreed to go to the netherworld and turn the heavens upside down, then after beheading the Blood Emperor, they would retire and live in seclusion in the mortal world with a bunch of wives…
But I’ve “awakened” now, and you still haven’t returned?
Shaking his head, he expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind.
“Since Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu doesn’t want me to tell big brother the truth, there must be a profound reason…”
Meng Mingshan secretly thought, and the faces of Supreme Sage Taixu and his fellow disciples appeared in his mind. Sighing, he said: “Master, my dear fellow disciples… if we are destined to meet again, I cannot repay your kindness in this lifetime. When you die and become ghosts in the underworld palace, and descend to the eighteen layers of hell, I will take good care of you and make sure you enjoy your lives.”
He took a step and entered the illusory portal.
Buzz!
The illusory portal trembled and then slowly closed, as if it had never appeared before.
Meng Mingshan also disappeared.
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At the summit of Mount Tai.
Inside Dai Temple.
“Achoo!”
Daoist Taixu, who was eating his vegetarian meal, sneezed and couldn’t help but curse: “Which bastard is cursing me behind my back?”
Hearing this, several disciples quickly lowered their heads and shoveled food into their mouths, not daring to respond.
They had no choice.
Whoever responded would definitely receive a long-winded scolding from their master, which would ruin their appetite!
Only when their junior fellow disciple was around would they dare to respond. He was rather “slow-witted” and would only say “Yes, yes, yes” or “Master, you’re right” no matter what their master said, which would eventually annoy the old Daoist and make him grumble and leave.
After cursing for a while and seeing no one responding, the old Daoist couldn’t help but sigh: “I wonder if your junior fellow disciple has arrived at the Underworld Palace… I heard that it underwent major changes over six hundred years ago, with countless strong people from Emperor Dongyue’s lineage dead or injured. Now, the entire Underworld Palace is controlled by Emperor Beiyin’s people. I don’t know if he will be bullied there.”
A middle-aged Daoist muttered: “Master, our junior fellow disciple is the legendary Marshal Meng, one of the Ten Grand Guardians under Emperor Dongyue. What do we have to worry about?”
“You fool!”
Supreme Sage Taixu glared and scolded: “Even if he’s Old Man Heavenly King, he’s still your junior fellow disciple! How dare you speak like that as his senior fellow disciple?”
After scolding, the old Daoist sighed: “Ah… it’s a pity you bunch of bastards are useless. Now that Celestial Master Xu is helping us develop the Dai Temple tourism industry, everything needs my supervision. If it weren’t for that, I would really want to find a rope, hang myself, and follow in the footsteps of Xu Zhiyuan, that old man whose soul entered the underworld and took care of your junior fellow disciple.”
“Maybe I could even mingle among the Earthly City-Gods like that old man Xu Zhiyuan.”
After a moment of reflection.
The old Daoist said: “Alright, everyone finish eating quickly and rest early. I’ve already contacted the local cultural and tourism bureau to close the Dai Temple above and below and also bribed the media and some marketing accounts to promote our Dai Temple… first thing tomorrow morning, I want you all to roll down there and wait. As soon as the tourists arrive, control the immortal artifact and take them up the mountain to offer incense!”
The disciples of Dai Temple all showed eagerness, rubbing their hands together, and looked impatient.
Someone said: “With more pilgrims to our Dai Temple, we’ll naturally have more incense money… I hope master can share more with us, so I can buy a new phone and an Alienware laptop.”
“You want a new one? Why not sell the old one and buy a new one? Look, I sold my old phone on the second-hand platform…”