The Dao Ancestor Gave Me Nine Holy Grails

Urgent.

I'm in a terrible hurry.

Zhang Fusheng felt like an ant on a hot pan, struggling with multiple tasks running simultaneously, his will racing, and he was exhausted!

At the moment he manipulated the body of the plague demon and prayed to [the Heavenly Venerable],

He immediately and quietly withdrew his true self from the plague demon and hurriedly fled into the Eight Sceneries Palace.

In this way, when sitting cross-legged on the futon again, the plague demon will not show a sudden increase in status.

"Call"

Enter the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng did not rush to sit cross-legged, but instead bowed to the prayer mat nine times.

"Now."

He gazed at the empty prayer mat, conjuring a divination block in his hand, and spoke solemnly and reverently:

"I beseech the Supreme Purity, I beseech the Great Heavenly Venerate of Supreme Morality, I am foolish and stupid, ignorant and fearless, but I also have a heart that yearns for the Dao."

"From this day forward, I beg the Dao Ancestor's permission to use his name. If the Dao Ancestor grants my permission, I will be extremely fortunate. If the Dao Ancestor does not grant my permission, I will correct this absurd act and inform my past self that I must not offend him, must not offend him, must not offend him!"

He bowed repeatedly, said it aloud, and stood up straight.

He held the divination blocks, circled the prayer cushion three times, and finally stood before it, reciting his true name.

Then.

One bow, one toss.

The divination blocks fell to the ground.

Throwing divination blocks is a primitive way to communicate with the gods. The two sides of the blocks are yin and yang. If the result is yin and yang, it is called the 'Holy Grail'.

That is, the gods have granted permission.

If it is a double yang pattern, then the meaning of the deity is unclear; please inquire again.

But what about the appearance of two yin?

The gods and Buddhas were enraged.

Not permitted.

The divination blocks fell to the ground, tumbled, and Zhang Fusheng stared at them intently.

One yin and one yang.

The Holy Grail.

He thanked the Heavenly Venerable for his grace, then picked up the divination blocks again and tossed them once more.

The Holy Grail.

Zhang Fusheng tossed the divination cups nine times in a row, getting nine yin and yang results, and nine Holy Grail!

"I bow in gratitude, Great Heavenly Venerate of Supreme Morality!"

He bowed deeply before the empty prayer mat.

Look up again.

A tingling sensation ran down my spine.

The cushion, which was flat just moments before, is now slightly concave.

It seemed as if someone was sitting on top of him as he kowtowed.

A chill ran through Zhang Fusheng's heart, yet he was also extremely excited. He stumbled and ran to the back hall, to the three doors...

He made himself transparent and invisible, peering through the crack of the [Gate of the Present]!

Inside the doorway.

A small table, three cushions, three cups of tea, and three other utensils.

However, there are two differences.

Firstly.

The teacup in front of the exquisite pagoda.

It's empty.

The tea was all drunk.

Secondly.

On the futon next to the empty teacup lay a neatly folded pale white Daoist robe.

The Daoist robe had some wrinkles, as if it had just been taken off.

Zhang Fusheng leaned back and slumped to the ground, Gate of the Present.

Behind the Gate of the Present, another version of myself also bowed three times.

It resembles two people bowing to each other.

Returning to the front hall, the two yin and yang Holy Grail still lay on the ground, and the prayer cushions had been smoothed out again.

"Since the Supreme Dao Ancestor has granted permission..."

Zhang Fusheng lowered his head and softly recited:

"That kid, just this once, he'll be bold enough to overstep his bounds."

"From now on, the Heavenly Venerable's body will reside in the Eight Sceneries Palace."

"Then he began to identify himself as [Taiqing]."

He stood in front of the prayer mat, turned around, faced the gate of the Dao Palace, and sat down cross-legged.

The meditation cushion seems to have changed.

It wasn't like the initial hard and cold sensation, nor like the later prickly feeling on the buttocks.

It became soft.

They seem very docile.

"Of all the paths, the Supreme One is the foremost."

Zhang Fusheng took out the High Heaven Token he had prepared in advance, his expression solemn and expressionless, and gently tossed it aside.

The High Heaven Token to fly forward.

The gates of the Dao Palace trembled slightly, and the chaotic mist churned and pushed away to both sides, opening the gates wide!

High Heaven Token flew towards the open gate, heading towards the divine realm below.

However.

When High Heaven Token fell towards the Divine Realm but did not reach it, or even fly out of the Dao Palace gate.

The celestial being, seated on the futon, vanished.

Zhang Fusheng hurriedly left the Eight Sceneries Palace again, his thoughts quietly returning to his body as a plague demon.

The plague demon suddenly raised its head, and Sea of Consciousness Sea of Consciousness behind it, reflecting a hazy divine realm!

"Above High Heaven, the Heavenly Venerable One is merciful!"

"Now, by the mandate of Heaven, I beseech the Heavenly Venerable to bestow this!"

"Blessings! Celebrations! Heaven and Earth!"

The unique, bone-grinding sound of the plague demon echoed through the carriage.

The Miss Mingyue was filled with doubt and surprise, and subconsciously looked towards the True Spiritual Realm that appeared behind the Plague Demon.

Things within the divine realm are blurry and indistinct, completely invisible, but...

She heard a creaking sound, the sound of the mist rolling away, as if some large door had suddenly been flung open.

She saw it.

Above that surging Sea of Consciousness and divine realm, it seemed as if an unspeakable door had opened, and something seemed to exist there.

That thing exists vaguely, within perception, on the Sea of Consciousness, above the infinite heights.

As for now.

The Miss Mingyue saw a token from an unbelievable perspective.

The token fell from an infinite height, accompanied by faint, profound sounds, and gently landed in the divine realm reflected by the plague demon before them.

She stared intently at the top of the carriage.

There was nothing there.

But it has everything there.

"Turn out to be."

Is that the Above High Heaven?

She muttered to herself:

"That place truly is Above High Heaven."

"Above High Heaven" is not just a figure of speech, but a real and tangible reference!

Above High Heaven, above everything, above all things.

My body felt a little tingly and numb.

The plague demon then respectfully kowtowed three more times, quietly rose, cupped its two bony hands in a gesture of respect, its divine realm distorted, and its Sea of Consciousness surging.

Then, a token landed in his palm.

Zhang Fusheng presented it and solemnly spoke:

"Miss Mingyue, this is a gift from the Heavenly Venerable, bestowed upon you."

The Miss Mingyue, came to her senses and carefully held the token, gazing at the two characters "High Heaven" on it.

She took a Pure Qi and said softly:

"So, may I then have an audience with Him?"

"It will be in the next couple of days, or perhaps even tonight."

Zhang Fusheng spoke in a low voice, the dry sound of bones grinding together sounding somewhat grating.

He said:

"I was favored by the Heavenly Venerate's Attendant, and although I have not left my name in the Above High Heaven, I have had the opportunity to meet the Heavenly Venerable."

"The Celestial Venerable said that everything should be left to nature. Since it is not yet time for me to ascend to the Above High Heaven, I will remain in the mortal realm—but I can pray directly to Him."

After pausing for a moment, Zhang Fusheng cupped his hands and said:

"Although I don't know why I gained the Heavenly Venerable's favor, I hope Miss Mingyue will keep this a secret for me."

"That's only natural."

Miss Mingyue carefully put away the High Heaven Token.

She stared blankly at the skeletal plague demon before her, somewhat lost in thought.

"Everything is ordained by Heaven. Although Heaven no longer exists, Young Master Zhang's ability to anchor at Five Villages Temple shows that he is a person of destiny."

"Now, we've gained that person's favor."

The Miss Mingyue's expression was somewhat complicated:

"Even if it's just that person's mark, or something else... but in any case, Young Master Zhang, you will definitely go very far in the future."

Zhang Fusheng listened to Miss Mingyue's intermittent words with great curiosity.

I can understand the branding.

What, then, was it that remained unspoken, something "just like" this Miss Mingyue?

He thought of the Miss Mingyue, infinitely thin, appearing from a higher-dimensional perspective within the Gate of the Past.

She then thought of the painting that the other person had mentioned, which was of great importance to her.

Zhang Fusheng was jolted awake.

Could it be that the Miss Mingyue is not the real 'Mingyue,' but rather a figure in a painting?

Is the Mingyue from the painting stepping out of the scroll and into reality?

If this conjecture holds true, then many mysteries can be easily solved!

No wonder she can still exist now that gods and Buddhas have disappeared.

No wonder her memories of the Mythological Era are incomplete.

Because she is just a painting.

It's just the Mingyue in the painting.

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced, and he thought of the Great Strength Ox Demon Body, muttering to himself.

"If the Great Strength Ox Demon Body is a contingency plan left behind by the Old Niu."

"If the Miss Mingyue truly stepped out of the painting, and the person in the painting was born with a spirit, receiving and inheriting the true things and possessions of the Mingyue —then could this painting be a backup plan by Great Immortal Zhenyuan?"

My thoughts raced through my mind.

"Alright."

The Miss Mingyue spoke softly, not hiding anything at this moment:

"Before that painting I mentioned was taken away by Young Master Zhang."

"I still need to linger in the starry sky and absorb some special substances floating in the starry sky to maintain myself."

"Therefore, I will not force Young Master Zhang to keep this body. If you encounter any trouble that you cannot handle, you may silently recite my name three times."

As soon as he finished speaking,

The Miss Mingyue reached out and gently pushed.

The skeletal plague demons rose uncontrollably, drifting out of the carriage.

He saw the starry sky, the carriage, and the Chariot-pulling Celestial Horse, which seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

He fell, fell.

They fell back into the enormous planet formed by countless bubbles.

It fell from the sky.

'BOOM!!!'

The plague demon crashed to the ground, stirring up a huge cloud of dust. At that moment, a fierce wind suddenly arose, and cries of agony could be heard from afar.

Shaking his head, a thought struck him, and he conjured the imagined black robe into Transforming the False into the True, draping it over his body.

The smoke and dust around them gradually dissipated.

It was in the desert of the Waiting Area, and in the distance was the Black Market affected by the shock wave caused by the fall.

It wasn't the same Black Market as before; it was a newly opened Black Market on the other side of the Waiting Area —clearly not yet officially open, just in its initial stages.

But the rudimentary structure that had just been built was torn apart by the gale and shockwave, leaving only a small old man crying and wailing amidst the ruins.

The old man was searching through the ruins for his pipe, cursing as he searched:

"Damn it, that place was cursed, the feng shui was terrible, absolutely awful. How come I'm having even more bad luck now that I've moved?"

The old man glanced at the black-robed figure in the smoke and dust, shrank his neck, and began digging through the rubble, searching for the pipe that had been with him for many years.

The plague demon paused for a moment.

Zhang Fusheng himself felt a little embarrassed. He shrank his neck, making a grinding sound, and manipulated the plague demon to walk towards the Waiting Area.

The main consciousness has returned to Chongyang City.

The spaceship slowly traversed between the bubbles along a special route.

We're almost there.

Lin Shiquan accepted the tea offered by the action team leader, took a small sip, and said calmly:

How much longer?

Ten minutes.

The master lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Ten minutes later, at exactly noon, we will arrive in Chongyang City."

After pausing for a moment, he raised his head to look at the young man whose cultivation level was no higher than his own, but who was a special inspector, and said respectfully:

"However, the situation in Chongyang City is not good right now; it is engulfed in a riot."

"Is that so?"

Lin Shiquan nodded casually, put down his teacup, and said indifferently:

"It's none of our business. Let it be chaotic. I heard that Elder Yu Huafeng is currently in Chongyang City?"

"Yes." The action team leader nodded, his hands hanging at his sides, motionless.

Special investigators hold a very special position.

This is almost equivalent to the ancient 'imperial envoy'.

In addition, the identity of this 'Imperial Envoy Lin' is also quite special.

Lin Yusheng, the nephew of Deputy Director Lin.

Lin Shiquan stretched:

"I have never left the Golden City. How does this Double Ninth Festival compare to the Golden City?"

"Not worth mentioning."

"Is it really that different? It's a higher-level city, after all."

The action leader smiled:

"The most powerful cultivators in Chongyang City are probably only Great Grandmaster; there's probably not a single one at the Innate Realm."

"I see."

Lin Shiquan nodded slightly and said calmly:

"That's really nothing to mention. What about Zhang Fusheng's file? Let me see it again."

Before handing over the tablet, the action leader reminded him:

"This person was just someone we checked on incidentally; he's not important. He's just a kid who escaped from Jiangzhou City, and I doubt he dared to make a big fuss about it."

"Yes, I know, the so-called 'Person from High Heaven' is the key point."

Lin Shiquan swiped the tablet twice, glanced at it, and continued:

"However, matters concerning the heavens are beyond our control. You and I are merely making a preliminary journey. Once we have confirmed the news, my uncle may come in person."

The action team leader's expression hardened, and after respectfully nodding, he quietly withdrew.

Lin Shiquan leaned back quietly in his chair, his eyelids lowered.

"Whether it's Gao Tian or Zhang Fusheng, it doesn't matter."

"None of that matters."

He muttered to himself, his eyes flickering slightly.

Before setting off, the master specifically instructed that he was to investigate a case: eight Martial Arts Masters had been found dead in the wilderness outside Chongyang City.

They were killed by that mysterious person.

The mysterious person's origins and details were unknown. The men sent by my uncle died before they could even report the person's identity.

"Do not provoke, do not anger."

Lin Shiquan whispered a warning to himself, while recalling his uncle's instructions:

"Will he agree if I try to approach him cautiously and convey a message of 'cooperation'?"

The young man rubbed his temples, looking troubled and somewhat frightened.

After all, you're dealing with an unknown, mysterious, and powerful person.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

My uncle said that recently that Evil God has been going too far, and if I continue to do things according to His demands, I will be investigated by the authorities sooner or later.

That would be a real problem.

Evil God must die.

Lin Shiquan touched his chest; there was a letter his uncle had written to that mysterious person.

"The Ancestor of Land Immortals"

He muttered to himself, letting out a sigh of relief.

The spaceship paused slightly.

The young man looked out the ship's window; below him stretched a vast and bustling city.

Fires and thick smoke from explosions were everywhere in the city, and many spaceships could be seen hovering in all directions.

We've arrived in Chongyang City.

"Bring that Zhang Fusheng to see me first."

(The next chapter will be a little later; I was delayed this morning due to being discharged from the hospital.)