The next day.
Long Ji was dressed in a resplendent cloud brocade palace outfit, exuding a serene demeanor. She smiled without showing her teeth, her legs neatly together, and her hands placed in front of her knees, looking very demure.
Deng Chanyao looked at her oddly and said, "Are you okay? Are you trying to imitate the Holy Mother? You've always been noisy, and this isn't your style."
Long Ji pouted: "Annoying!"
Unable to maintain the demure attire, they reverted back to their usual political discussion mode, though today Long Ji's topic inadvertently drifted a bit.
She asked, "Aiyu, if you inherit a large dilapidated palace, but lack funds and personnel, what would you do?"
Deng Chanyao had grown accustomed to Long Ji's habit of asking "ten thousand whys" daily, and at this moment, with her eyes closed in meditation, she casually replied: "Then you can rent out the vacant palaces, gather together the steeds of those immortals who have little use for them, and do some transportation-related work."
Long Ji thought for a moment and then quickly pulled out a small notebook, making notes swiftly.
After a while, she asked again: "Aiyu, do you think my father is like that? He sent Jiling Shrine and Fuyuan Immortal down to the world, but after returning, he scolded them in public. Is that not bad?"
Deng Chanyao was indifferent: "The Supreme Deity wants to rectify the slothful customs of the celestial court."
Halfway through her speech, she couldn't help but pause for a moment, open her eyes, and whisper softly, "Can he hear me?"
Long Ji shook her head, indicating that at this time, her father should be practicing cultivation and wouldn't be using the Mirror of Chaos to eavesdrop.
Deng Chanyao spoke in a very serious tone: "The Supreme Deity is also not easy. He holds that position with great care, and all living beings are watching him. Which do you prefer: 'I will bear the burden of the world on my shoulders, but not let the world bear the burden on me,' or 'I will bear the burden of the world on my shoulders, but not let the world bear the burden on others'?"
Long Ji stared at the bright eyes for a long time, feeling that neither of the two methods was good, especially for her family.
"Then what about you? If you were in that position, what would you do?"
"I? I would probably say: 'I will bear the burden of the world on my shoulders, regardless of whether the world bears the burden on me or not!'"
Long Ji's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg.
"Haha, dummy, I was just teasing you!"
The two chatted and laughed for several days.
Long Ji received news from her little sisters in the celestial court, saying that after the return of Fuyuan Immortal, he had reported her for being impulsive and reckless. The Goddess of Jade Pool ordered the fairies to descend to the world and summon her back to the celestial court.
"Thanks to that, I had even thought he was wronged before! That old thing is too mean!" Long Ji couldn't help but curse a few times at the old fellow before waving goodbye to Deng Chanyu.
The beautiful woman left.
Li Jing and his wife, as well as Nezha the naughty child, are all helping the victims build temporary shelters.
Deng Chanyu had nothing to do, so she went to chat with Huanglong Immortal.
As a Dragon, he was the Dragon who treated Deng Chanyu the best after she had seen Feng for years.
Now, Deng Chanyu's cultivation has surpassed that of Jin Za, Mu Za, and Tu Xingsun, the third generation disciples of the Orthodox School.
Just then, she didn't know what level Yang Jian had reached, so she asked Huanglong Immortal.
Huanglong Immortal had a very good relationship with Yang Jian's master, Yuding Immortal. During the God Sealing War, whenever he saw Yang Jian, he would ask "Has your master arrived?" "When will your master arrive?" "Has your master gone down the mountain?"
Although there is a suspicion of riding on someone's coattails, their good relationship is genuine as well.
At this moment, the Huanglong Immortal pondered for a moment and said, "Although I am older than Yang Xuncle, I must admit that in battle, my skills are indeed not as good as Yang Xuncle's."
With his explanation, Deng Chanyu also got a rough idea of Yang Jian's realm. It should be comparable to that of an immortal, with actual cultivation levels likely between 'true immortals' and 'primal immortals'. The specific realm can be asked from the teacher, but Huanglong as an uncle is not convenient to ask. He can only estimate.
Deng Chanyu will soon reach the realm of "Celestial Immortal," and her next realm on this path is "True Immortal." The gap between her and Yang Jian is actually not large.
The human stage is "Refining Jing to Qi," and everything is aimed at becoming an immortal.
The realms of "Human Immortal," "Earth Immortal," and "Celestial Immortal" are considered the initial steps onto the path of immortality, corresponding to the "Refining Qi into Spirit" stage. The Daoists who call themselves practitioners of this stage are roughly in this range. Some higher-level immortals also refer to themselves as practitioners, but like "poorly" or "poorly," they are all forms of self-deprecation.
The realms of "True Immortal," "Primal Immortal," and "Golden Immortal" correspond to the stage of "Refining Spirit to Reality." These three realms involve various divine powers, and even in the boundless world of Hongwu, those who can reach this level are considered high-handed.
The realms of "Taiyi True Immortal," "Daluo Golden Immortal," and "Junsheng" are roughly equivalent to the stage of "Refining the Void and Harmonizing with Dao." These three realms are all great abilities in the boundless Hongwu world.
Hongjun's "Harmonizing with Dao" is a different concept altogether, one that doesn't require definition from outsiders. It is completely unrelated to "Refining the Void and Harmonizing with Dao."
In terms of cultivation, the Huanglong Immortal as a "Golden Immortal" is certainly higher than Yang Jian, but if it comes to fighting, he, as the uncle, wouldn't be a match for Yang Jian.
After resting for more than ten days, Huanglong Immortal also left Chen Tang. As a physician who has been ill for a long time, his injuries healed quickly.
The Underworld.
The Ten Kings of Hell have all gone out to collect people. Queen Dia Chi has been captured as a conscript and has become the acting King of Hell.
There are actually eleven Kings of Hell, and this is quite reasonable.
She is wearing the full set of so-called King's crown and robes, exuding a strong sense of majesty as she deals with various matters brought by the local underworld.
"Three sons of the Li family in Qixian County, lived for 55 years, died at the age of 19. There must be some evil spirits causing trouble. Order the local City God to investigate again."
"The Yushi family of Dongyang sold their body to bury their mother, showing great filial piety. They can enter the path to celestial divinity after death."
"The Huang family of Heliang Village has thirteen members who have been behaving despicably and causing trouble in the village. Huang father was sent to the eighth circle of Hell and spent eighty years there, resulting in him being reincarnated as an animal. Huang Dragon and Huang Tiger were sent to the Thirtieth Circle of Steaming Cask Hell for thirty years, resulting in them being reincarnated as a ghost. The remaining ten people were sent to Hell."
While listening to the Judge's narration, Daji issued judgments with her mouth, wrote official documents with her hands, and worked with an efficiency that was ten times that of others.
Meng Po was overjoyed. Poor thing, she has to deal with all those barbarians' official matters every day. My dear family, can you understand my troubles?
Being the acting King of Hell is not something that just anyone can do.
Daji, by observing the appearance, knew that a face like this, no matter how low the origin was, would not end up in a pit of collecting excrements. Whether she was a nine-tailed fox spirit or not was irrelevant. She was destined to be the human queen.
Now that the trajectory of destiny has been altered, but the destiny is still there, being at the same level as an emperor and empress, serving as an acting King of Hell in the body of a human queen is more than sufficient in terms of destiny.
Taking advantage of the break between the judge carrying away the handled cases and bringing in new ones, she very unrefinedly stretched her arms, while simultaneously taking out a paper figure integrated with phoenix feathers. By touching her fingers on it, the white surface of the paper surface instantly appeared with writing.
It was Deng Chanyu's handwriting.
The two can exchange limited information through this special paper figure. In the past, they only casually discussed each other's experiences. Today, in order to remind her about the Old Ancestor of the River of Darkness, Deng Chanyu wrote a long essay, filling the paper figure with words. Daji carefully read every word.
