Chapter 38: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by This Seat

Chu Wanning's nonchalance is the same in the presence of the gods, and he says indifferently, "The gods know me."

"Why don't you recognise me." Gouchen Shanggong smiled gently, "Many years ago, you came to Jin Chengchi to seek a sword, and your spiritual power was so profound and pure that I almost couldn't resist coming out to see you. How are you doing with your weapon?"

"Which one does the Lord God mean?"

"Ah." Gouchen Shanggong was stunned for a moment and then laughed, "Look at my memory, I forgot I gave you two of them."

Chu Wanning said, "No matter. Heavenly Questions is fine."

"Heavenly Questions"

"It's the willow vine."

"Oh. So that's it." Gouchen Shanggong laughed, "You named it Tianwen and what's the other one called."

Chu Wanning said, "Nine Songs."

"How about Nine Songs?"

"The cold is deep, and not much is used."

Gouchen Shanggong sighed: "It's a bit of a shame."

After this, Gouchen Shanggong turned back with his hands behind his back and said slowly, " Wangyue, I will take them down. The water is thin with spiritual energy and it is not good for your health, so you should go back early."

The old dragon nodded, and with a loud clatter, the dragon scales shone and the dragon dived into the abyss.

At the same time, Chu Wanning put a water-avoidance spell on the other three. When Gouchen Shanggong saw this, he could not help but look at Chu Wanning twice more and thought to himself, "Among the monks, it is rare to see someone as skilled as him. I wonder who he has learnt from.

But Chu Wanning was too cool to talk, and Gouchen didn't want to make a nuisance of herself, so when they were ready, they all waded into the chilly Jin Chengchi.

With the spell on them, Mo Ran's movements were no different from those on shore. As they dive to the bottom, a vast underwater world is revealed.

The bottom of the lake is covered with soft white sand, the paths are crisscrossed, the water and grass are drifting, and the houses and tiled houses are lined up one after another. In the streets and lanes, different forms of spirit animals, immortals and demons walk around, and some of the spirits and monsters that would never be able to live in peace in the mortal world are at peace here.

Gouchen Shanggong says: "Jin Chengchi is rich in spiritual energy and is a cave of its own. The spirits who live here often do not migrate for generations, so there are many things that are different from those on earth. If you are interested, you can take a look around."

While they were talking, they saw a rabbit spirit with snow-white hair and red eyes riding a tiger with a white forehead. The rabbit spirit was dressed in a white robe, elegant and haughty, and kept scolding the tiger to go faster. The tiger, on the other hand, is looking down, bashful and unimpressed, without any authority.

The crowd couldn't help but be a little speechless: ""

Gouchen Shanggong takes them along the main walkway, which is lined with shops and spirits, and then a little further on to the city, where there is even more of a crowd of devils and demons.

" Jin Chengchi rarely interacts with the outside world and most of the items it needs are exchanged here."

Xue Meng said, "Rumour has it that Jin Chengchi was formed from your blood, so they are all fed by your spiritual power, so you must be the master of this place"

"The master does not count." Gouchen Shanggong smiled lightly, "Too many years have passed. I have been away from the divine world for many years and my spiritual power is not what it used to be. The events of the opening of the heavens and the earth are now like a dream, how much does it matter to me now At this moment, what you see before you is just a small sword-maker."

As he said this, he showed the crowd around the marketplace. The creatures at the bottom of the pool, who had spent so much time with Gouchen Shanggong, had forgotten his identity as the God of the Beginning and did not react to his presence, but simply hawked their wares.

"Fish blood buns, fresh out of the cage."

"The snake's shed is the best material for clothing, the last three feet are left, after selling it we will have to wait for the next shed of the slave."

"The young master has just thrown up ink this morning, so it's a good idea to take the daizi and trace it." "Don't go, little lady."

The marketplace is full of shouting and the sights and sounds are overwhelming.

The headless ghost sat in front of the stall selling combing and greasing tools, a pair of long nails dotted with bright red cardamom holding a horn comb, resting her bloody head on her knees, combing her hair as she gently said, "A fine bone comb, take one with you, customer."

Xue Meng's eyes widened and he looked to his right and left. He saw a pharmacy next to him, full of people who came and went, selling rare herbs that he had never seen before, and thinking of his mother's love for herbs, he was about to take a closer look when he heard a sharp, piercing voice behind him shout, "Make way, make way for me first! "

Xue Meng's feet retracted and he turned his head to look, but there was no one in sight. Gouchen Shanggong laughed and said, "It's under your feet. Take a closer look."

When Xue Meng looked again, he saw a pile of tiny stones walking on their own. "What an eye-opener, rocks can walk. A stone spirit?" Xue Meng muttered.

Chu Wanning, however, said, "The Okinawa."

"Rich Class"

"" Chu Wanning gave him a faint look, "It's okay if Mo Ran doesn't listen to the class, why don't you pay attention too?"

Xue Meng was a dedicated student of martial arts, but a careless student of literature and history, and only because of Chu Wanning's authority did he have to pretend to sit still during the lectures.

Mo Ran laughed as he stroked his palm, "I'm not happy when the Master says that. I really listened carefully to this part."

Xue Meng was unconvinced: "Oh then tell me about it"

"Okinawa is a kind of bug that is very greedy by nature, and whenever it sees a beautiful stone, it wants to carry it on its back, and often ends up being crushed to death by the stone pestle it picks up."

Mo Ran looks over at Chu Wanning with a smile.

"Master, do you think I am right or wrong in what I say."

Chu Wanning nodded and then said, "Okinawan bowls are extinct on earth, but I never thought there would be any left here."

Gouchen Shanggong laughed at this and said, "Well, it's because of a small pharmacy that it managed to survive. You see, there it is."

I saw the poor woman moving little by little with great difficulty to the steps of the pharmacy, and suddenly shouted, "I can't stand it! Come and help a doctor!"

He had obviously dealt with this situation countless times before, and familiarly took a white porcelain bottle and poured some golden-red potion onto the Okinawa, laughing leisurely as he poured it out, "Yugong seems to have had a good harvest today"

The Japanese Okinawa called "Yugong" hummed, his voice lazy, apparently comforted by the potion: "Hmph, still good, still good, tomorrow I will have another hundred, and I will have 485,617 stones at home."

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning :""

Shi Mei murmured, "I can't believe we've hoarded so much already?"

The green jiao sprinkled the medicinal water on the poor rice cake and said, "You can remember to come here earlier tomorrow, I am afraid that if you are any later, I will pour this power-enhancing dew on you, but it won't work either."

"Got it, got it. Come early, come early." The poor fish suddenly spotted a beautiful yellow stone in the corner and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Little loach, no, it's Dr. Jiao, that stone over there looks good, please pick it up and put it on my back. Then tomorrow I will have four hundred and eighty-five thousand six hundred and eighty-eight stones."

Xue Meng couldn't help but go over and ask, "What do you need all these stones for to build a house?"

Okinawa's condescending voice came out from under the stone pestle in a shrill voice: "What mortal alas, how many years have I not seen a mortal You ask me what I'm doing with the stone of course it's not building a house, can I be so uninteresting"

Shi Mei couldn't help but wonder, "So what do you do with them?"

Okinawa justified, "Count it"

""

All the people were speechless.

After a leisurely stroll, Gouchen Shanggong led them back to his house.

On the corner of the street, a huge shell stands upright, like a mortal illuminated wall. Turning back into the courtyard, you see that the courtyard is divided into six wide and imposing rooms. The rooms and halls, the corridors and flower gardens, the beaded curtains of seaweed and pearls swaying gently with the waves of water. Some of the chambers are dark, others are lighted, with dim candlelight and the sound of khon and ocarina faintly coming from inside.

Like the pharmacy, the servants in the house of the gods are also augurs.

Some of the augurs retain their tails, while others have turned them into legs for ease of walking, but they are still not used to wearing shoes and walk around on their feet.

When Gouchen Shanggong saw the strange look on the faces of the four men, he smiled faintly, as if on a cloud of smoke: "Don't be surprised, gentlemen, as I live with Wangyue because we are close friends. He was the Prince of the East Sea, and these servants came with him after he settled here."

Wangyue is the black Old Jiao dragon.

Mo Ran, who had gotten Shenwu from the Black Jiao in his previous life, was more or less most affectionate towards it, and when he heard Gouchen Shanggong say this, he couldn't help but laugh, "So where is he? A huge thing like him, back under the water, would have transformed, or he wouldn't be able to live here."

Gouchen Shanggong nodded and said cheerfully, "Of course, but he is old and his strength is not strong enough, so he should be resting now after his trip to the water. If you want to see him, you will have to wait until he wakes up."

As he spoke, a long-haired brown augur floated in, bent down, bowed to Gouchen Shanggong, and spoke in an elegant, ethereal voice.

"The Lord God has returned. His Highness Wangyue has told his subordinates what has happened and is the Lord God taking the guests to Shenwu Arsenal at once?"

Gouchen Shanggong did not answer first, but looked gently at the guests first, and when he saw that the four of them had no comments, he nodded: "That would be good, and I would ask you to ask the kitchen to prepare some light wine and dishes for the banquet when we return from Shenwu Arsenal."

The willow tree's trunk alone is as thick as ten adult men's arms, its bark is old and gnarled, and the willow's willows are draped in thousands of strands, like a turquoise tent.

Xue Meng's voice is dry: "Wow, how many years has this tree been growing?"

Gouchen Shanggong said, "I've never measured it, but it's always over 100,000 years."

Xue Meng exclaimed, "What species of tree can live so long?"

"Trees are older than people, and they are nourished by the aura of Jin Chengchi, so it's not really surprising. Please stay close to me, the entrance to the Shenwu Arsenal is in this willow tree cave." Gouchen Shanggong said, suddenly stopping to look at Xue Meng.

"Try not to touch the hanging branches. This tree has become a spirit and it is going to hurt."

But this is a little late, as Xue Meng has already picked a leaf off.

A loud "ah" was heard, accompanied by an ethereal sound in the void, as if a raspy voice was sighing softly "ouch".

Xue Meng was struck by lightning and quickly shook the blade out, saying, "What's going on?" "Why is there blood here?"

As it happened, blood dripped from the broken willow branch, and the leaf he had thrown down spasmed and twitched on the ground as if it were alive, and only after a while did it gradually settle down and lie on the far side, quickly curling and withering.

Gouchen Shanggong said helplessly, "I've already told you it's become a spirit. He shook his head and went up to examine the broken branch, using his spiritual energy to soothe the willow's clotted blood.

Chu Wanning said, " Xue Meng, you come to my side. Don't move around anymore."

"Yes, Master." Xue Meng, having made a mistake herself, had to pass with her head hanging down.

Fortunately, this little incident did not cause too much trouble, and Chu Wanning apologised to Gouchen Shanggong, who, true to his reputation as the God of the Beginning, was generous enough to laugh and say, "This young gentleman is a little too quick."

Xue Meng's face turns red as she walks behind Chu Wanning without saying a word. As they talked, the group walked through the thick weeping willows and came to the thick trunk of a tree. When they looked closer, they realised that the willow was even larger than when they had seen it from afar, and at first they thought that ten men would be able to hold it, but when they looked again, they realised that they had underestimated its size.

There is a cave between the willow trunks, not so much a cave as a huge archway, wide and tall enough for three strong men to pass through at the same time. Gouchen Shanggong dissolves them one by one, then looks back and smiles: "Inside is the Shenwu Arsenal, which is a bit small and messy, so please don't laugh."

Mo Ran, curious, follows Gouchen Shanggong and is about to enter when Chu Wanning, seemingly unobtrusively, takes him behind him and says indifferently, "Take your time. He went on ahead.

In his previous life, Chu Wanning had always been at the head of the four disciples when they were killing monsters and eliminating demons. He watched Chu Wanning's white robe disappear into the darkness of the tree cave, and a soft hesitation suddenly drifted through his heart

Is this man really in a hurry to get ahead of the pack?