The old man approached with a smile on his face, stroking his beard.
He simply looked at Jiang Wen and sighed softly, "I knew you were no ordinary person at first sight, Daoist Master, and it is my good fortune to see you now."
"Which Venerable are you from the God-Worshipping Society?" Jiang Wen asked calmly. He had heard about the hierarchy of the God-Worshipping Society from Du Haitang long ago, which was mainly based on the Thirteen Venerables, establishing the Twelve Divine Gates.
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Divided by the Four Symbols of Heaven and the Six Harmonies of Earth.
Except for the three transcendent Venerables, the others each controlled a gate.
Now that the Enchanting Snake Red Bite was dead, and the Filthy Pig and Yin Goat were not seen at the beginning.
Later, Jiang Wen guessed that the two were not fleeing, but were devoured by the Creation Divine Lord.
Looking at it this way, of the Thirteen Venerables of the God-Worshipping Society, only ten remain.
Thieving Rat, Brutal Ox, Mysterious Tiger, Cunning Rabbit, Venerable Dragon, Red Horse, White Monkey, Morning Rooster, Heavenly Dog, Longevity Turtle. What is the identity of the person in front of me?
"As expected, Daoist Master still asked," the old man said, shaking his head and smiling. "After our separation in Su City, Daoist Master has forgotten me."
"I am Poor Daoist Changchun, I wonder if Daoist Master still remembers?"
"Changchun? Are you the Changchun Zhenren?" Jiang Wen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the old man with white hair and an old face in front of him was actually Changchun Zhenren. It had only been a few years, but there had been such a big change.
"It is indeed Poor Daoist," Changchun Zhenren said, bowing.
He waved his sleeve towards the people in the cave, letting them leave. Then he waved his hand and summoned a stone table, placing it under the statue of the god.
"Since meeting again is fate, how about you play a game with me?" Changchun Zhenren pointed to the chessboard, his tone with a hint of melancholy.
Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment and agreed, sitting opposite Changchun Zhenren to play chess with him.
"I didn't expect that my reunion with Zhenren would be in this God-Worshipping Society," Jiang Wen said, holding a chess piece. "Could it be that when I entered the capital, Zhenren already knew?"
"Poor Daoist doesn't have that kind of ability," Changchun Zhenren shook his head. "Only when I saw Qingwu Wharf did I glimpse the Daoist Master's trail. So I asked someone to invite Daoist Master for a chat."
As Changchun Zhenren spoke, he dropped a black piece. Jiang Wen followed closely behind, not slower than him.
"Even if you are an old acquaintance, I find it hard to believe that Zhenren is a member of the God-Worshipping Society. If my guess is correct, Zhenren must be that Longevity Turtle?"
"Since Daoist Master already understands, why ask again?" Changchun Zhenren shook his head and sighed softly. "What does it matter if I am the Longevity Turtle? Although I am the Longevity Turtle, I am also Changchun Zhenren. I have no karma with Daoist Master, nor any disputes or conflicts."
"I originally thought that Zhenren was a righteous and high-ranking person of the Divine Path, but I never expected that you would have joined the God-Worshipping Society. But Zhenren should know the way the God-Worshipping Society acts. Why would Zhenren help them with such a conscienceless religion?" Jiang Wen asked again, dropping a chess piece, expressing the doubts in his heart.
He didn't think that Changchun Zhenren's nature could tolerate the evil-doing God-Worshipping Society, and he didn't understand why Zhenren would stay in this God-Worshipping Society all the time. With Changchun Zhenren's ability, even if he left the Divine Path, he could have a good place to go. Which Immortal Sect would not welcome a Dao Palace cultivator?
"This matter is a long story," Changchun Zhenren said, shaking his head. "Back then, Poor Daoist joined the God-Worshipping Society because I couldn't stand what the Divine Path was doing."
"Zhenren can't stand the Divine Path?" Jiang Wen asked suspiciously.
"That's right," Changchun Zhenren recalled the past and told the secrets of the Divine Path.
"Later, ah, later Poor Daoist met Venerable Dragon. He knew that Poor Daoist was an inner disciple of the Divine Path, so he talked about scriptures and Dao with Poor Daoist. Venerable Dragon said that he wanted to establish a prosperous age, and wanted to make the world free from suffering. He said that the Divine Path was an evil path, and he would destroy it sooner or later. Venerable Dragon also said that the God-Worshipping Society was a great religion that practiced righteousness and would never do anything as conscienceless as the Divine Path. Poor Daoist believed him at that time, so I joined the God-Worshipping Society with him," Changchun Zhenren sighed, dropping the last word on the chessboard. I saw black and white chess dragons fighting each other, but in the end, he was one move short.
"Poor Daoist once thought that the God-Worshipping Society could save the world and save the people, but later I found out. The God-Worshipping Society is just another Divine Path. That's all, that's all, Poor Daoist has lost this game."
Changchun Zhenren put down the black piece, then looked at Jiang Wen and said, "Today, I have something to ask Daoist Master."
"What is it?"
"If Daoist Master sees my disciple in the future, can you save him?" There was a bit of entreaty in Changchun Zhenren's words. His expression was still the same, but his eyes revealed a bit of helplessness.
"Your disciple? Could it be Yu Xuan?"
"That's right," Changchun Zhenren nodded.
"Why doesn't Zhenren go to save him? I think with Zhenren's ability, even if your disciple encounters great danger, he can be safe and sound," Jiang Wen was puzzled. Changchun Zhenren's cultivation was not bad, even in this capital city, there were probably few who could defeat him.
If his disciple Yu Xuan really encountered misfortune, Changchun Zhenren could also save him.
But now he is entrusting Yu Xuan's matter to him, there is probably an inside story.
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"Daoist Master finds it difficult to understand, and Poor Daoist finds it difficult to explain the situation. I just want to ask Daoist Master to agree to this matter and give my disciple a way out," Changchun Zhenren said slowly. "If Daoist Master can agree to Poor Daoist's request, Poor Daoist will be very grateful."
"Since Zhenren said so, I will not ask any further. If I encounter Zhenren's disciple in the future, I will definitely take action to save him," Jiang Wen did not ask Changchun Zhenren about the inside story, looking at Zhenren's vicissitudes of life face, knowing that there was probably a big secret. Since the other party was unwilling to say, he didn't have the curiosity to ask again. Saving people is just a matter of raising a hand, it doesn't matter if he agrees.
Changchun Zhenren was grateful, and took out a picture scroll from his arms and handed it to Jiang Wen: "This is a map of the capital, Daoist Master can know where he is with this thing."
Jiang Wen took the scroll and spread it out to check. I saw that the scroll was a map of the streets and alleys of the capital, and every place was realistically represented, with keen insight.
And the place where the light spots on the map flashed was exactly where Jiang Wen was. That is to say, with this thing, he is equivalent to having a cheat map.
This is extremely convenient for him, it is really a good thing.
Jiang Wen gladly accepted it, took out a pot of wine and placed it on the chessboard.
"It is lucky to be able to see Zhenren today, why not have a drink?"
"Since Daoist Master has spoken, Poor Daoist will naturally follow."
Changchun Zhenren was delighted, and the two raised their glasses to drink. After the wine entered his stomach, Jiang Wen asked another question.
"There is one thing I have wanted to ask Zhenren for a long time."
"Please speak."
"Back then, was the death of Red Bite caused by Zhenren?"
"It was indeed Poor Daoist," Changchun Zhenren admitted frankly.
