Over Chaoge City.

Thirty-three outer heavens, a shy figure with a big belly came through the void and entered the human world.

As soon as this figure entered the human world, the human luck around him swarmed in.

He said the Taoist number, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds were heard all over his body, and golden light shone out, instantly dispersing the fate of the world.

"What the sage said is true. The destiny of the world is comparable to the three Taoist religions."

Say it.

He touched his big belly, and the magic power around his body converged, turning into a fat Taoist with a smile on his face.

As soon as the mana of the fat Taoist was dissipated, the luck in the world around him also dissipated, and only some of it, like thin threads, disappeared into his soul.

"The calamity of the mortal world is really like the gangrene of the bones."

The fat Taoist clasped his hands together, chanted Sanskrit sounds in succession, and golden light emerged from his body, eliminating the gossamer threads of luck entangled in his soul.

"This trip to the human world, I don't know how many years I have to be in seclusion."

The fat Taoist sighed and looked ahead. A majestic city stood between heaven and earth. He suppressed the shock in his eyes and blended into the crowd.

…

Chaoge City.

Wen Taishi Mansion.

Hearing that the Grand Master had been promoted to the position of Prime Minister, many civil and military officials came to congratulate him.

A door plaque that had been hanging since Wen Ding was carefully lifted down by several people.

The door plaque was so heavy that the servants almost fell off the wooden ladder.

"Be careful! This was carved by the late King Wen Ding."

On the stone steps in front of the door, a bearded but handsome middle-aged man was startled and hurriedly tried to support him below.

Bang!!!

result.

The door plaque really fell, and there was a clang, and it hit him directly below.

"Young Master!!"

The old servants around were scared to death, and a group of guards quickly lifted up the door plaque.

"Be careful, be careful..."

Under the door plaque, a middle-aged man's alert voice came out. He was slapped to the ground by the door plaque, and he actually dragged the door plaque up with his face.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

When the old servant saw the middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face, he was so frightened that he called the witch doctor.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"What's the use of a little pain in the flesh? Nothing is more important than His Majesty Wen Ding's authentic work..."

After that, he looked at the door plaque with the three characters "Prime Minister's Mansion" hanging on it, and praised with joy:

"As expected of the king, these three words are quite charming."

"Ahem...this is the writing of old Prime Minister Shang Rong."

The old housekeeper reminded me.

The middle-aged man laughed and didn't mind at all.

"The old prime minister's calligraphy is also very charming."

"This is the first plaque of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the world after the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

"With this plaque, who dares not to give me Wentian face?"

"Ahem, I dare to ask... is this Mr. Xiaoge?"

The middle-aged man Wen Tian was admiring the three characters "Xiangguofu" when suddenly a fat Taoist with a big belly and a kind face came over.

He was wearing a green Taoist robe with wide sleeves and a large sack wrapped around his waist. His two gray eyebrows were fluttering in the wind, and he was full of immortal and Taoist charm.

Wen Tian touched his beard, looked at the fat Taoist carefully and said:

"Outlander?"

The fat Taoist was startled, then smiled and said:

"The poor Taoist comes from the West..."

Wen Tian responded:

"Oh, I'm from Xiqi. The gifts are placed in the west."

The fat Taoist looked at the courtyard full of congratulatory gifts. The smile on his face froze. After a moment, he continued:

"The poor Taoist is not from Xiqi, but from the West, and he came here to find..."

"Not Xiqi?"

"Is it the human side or the Rong side?"

"Hey, it's all the same. I'm busy with my affairs right now, so I'll put down the gifts and we'll talk some other time."

The fat Taoist was about to speak when he suddenly saw a burly young man walking forward with his hands full of gifts and said with joy on his face:

"My little brother has met Brother Wen Tian!"

"My father is busy and can't come here, so I prepared two extra small gifts to congratulate Uncle Wen on his promotion to the position of Prime Minister."

Wen Tian immediately had a smile on his face, cupped his fists and said:

"Oh, dear brother, how is your health these days?"

Evil Lai smiled and said:

"My father is as healthy as ever."

Wen Tian praised:

"Uncle Fei Lian seems to have entered the court as an official in the same year as my father. I didn't expect that decades later, his appearance is still the same as before. I'm really envious..."

Xilai's heart skipped a beat, and he laughed and said:

"My father only has good looks, but his body is no longer what it used to be."

Wen Tian laughed and said again:

"This young master from a well-known civil and military family in the Manchu Dynasty has now become our descendants. Only you and I can be considered brothers."

"It's really sad."

Xilai hurriedly said a few words, put down the gift, and walked away.

After Xilai left, Wen Tian smiled thoughtfully. He turned around and saw that Maitreya was still there, and said curiously:

"Brother, what else can you do?"

The fat Taoist was very patient and kept the smile on his face. Seeing Wentian, he clasped his hands together and chanted Sanskrit sounds from his mouth.

"The poor Taoist Tushita Tianlonghua Cave is Maitreya. The donor has a predestined relationship with me in the West. Is he willing to join my sect, worship me as a teacher, and follow me to the West to achieve enlightenment?"

After the fat Taoist finished speaking, bursts of golden light emitted from his body.

Everyone saw the golden lotus falling from his head, and a tall statue of a benevolent god appeared behind him.

next moment.

The faces of the guests who came and went showed fascination, and they were about to kowtow and kneel down, but were awakened by a sound of ridicule.

Wen Tian laughed loudly, glanced at Maitreya angrily and said:

"Do you think I'm sick?"

"The donor is in good health and has no disease."

Maitreya Taoist's kind brows showed a trace of doubt, and he looked at Wen Tian strangely.

This person clearly has no magic power at all, so why can he stay awake while listening to his Sanskrit music?

Wen Tian sneered:

"Since I'm not sick, then you are."

"Now the mountain spirits from the three mountains and five mountains are rushing to Chaoge to ask for a title from the king."

"As the son of the chief minister of the cabinet, everyone respects me as Xiao Ge Lao. I take care of all the secular affairs on my father's behalf. The gods even want to give me gifts."

"You don't want to give me any gifts, but you still want me to worship you as my teacher?"

"Why is your face so big?"

"Get out of here, don't let me see you."
To be continued...