The ordeals of Nezha eating dung are rather shocking, but through this incident, it also allowed Deng Chanyu's side to obtain more information.
There are memories from previous lives, but they are fragmented. Even if every detail of the fragments is remembered now, there is still something that is unknown. However, those fragments have value.
Combining the memories from previous lives, current life, things she knows, and things she guesses, under these numerous conditions, she now has an initial understanding of the Pottingold. Although his name is not very famous, he is related to an important figure in Chinese Daoism, namely Fei Changlou.
It is said that Fei Changfang also encountered the Pottingold, underwent various tests, and was stopped at the dung-eating stage in the end.
When it comes to cultivating, it is a definitely expensive career. Even poor people who can read and write do not have the conditions for cultivating.
Fei Changfang received a good education, his family was the high door of the local community, let him eat dung? What are you kidding!
The Pottingold said that Fei Changfang had wasted a great opportunity to achieve immortality, and he could only extend his lifespan by several hundred years before drifting away.
Although Fei Changfang did not achieve the Daoist way of immortality, he obtained the inheritance from the Pottingold. On a daily basis, he employed ghosts and monsters, cured diseases and averted disasters, calculated auspices and misfortunes, and traveled a thousand li a day. As an adept in Daoism aside from gods, he is quite comprehensive in his abilities.
Fei Changfang lacked the divine connection while alive, just a little short. He went around eliminating demons and devils. After his death and reincarnation, this time he had enough divine connection. After his reincarnation, he became one of the Eight Immortals, Han Xiangzi.
Deng Chanyu's gaze towards this Pottingold was full of curiosity, wanting to see the origins of this individual. The Pottingold remained unmoved, saying, "Go ahead, look as you please."
"Was the Pottingold enlightened during the reign of Emperor Taizong?"
Fuxi's integration into the human race can be considered a landmark event in Hongwang. Within this, not only are there events such as the establishment of Hou Tian Heaven and the rise of the human race, but it is also a dividing line between ancient immortals and modern immortals.
The Pottingold casually waved his hand: "Please forgive the immortal, the old fellow is senile and can't remember specific years and months."
Deng Chanyu doesn't understand the process of cultivating magical treasures, but the essence remains the same. It should have some common ground with the cultivation of immortals.
Speaking of this gourd and this Pottingold, it seems to be plain and ordinary, just a common treasure of the postnatal realm. What else is there? Such treasures Deng Chanyu can easily refine. However, immortals have fates, various types of treasures supporting them, and the spirits born from the transformation of treasures also have their own paths. This has been prearranged by Dao since the beginning of time.
As for what specific opportunities the Pottingold has obtained, she really doesn't know. But through observation, she can roughly guess some things.
She sighed: "The Pottingold really had a good opportunity."
"Ha ha, it's not a matter of fate, but rather the nature of being born into a life of hard work."
"That's still quite good. Educating the masses is always a meritorious act, no matter when."
Bail Xiaoqi pulled at Deng Chanyu's sleeve, indicating that you two are talking about a secret. Quickly tell me!
Deng Chanyu hesitated for a moment, and she had a general idea in her heart, but she didn't know how to phrase it specifically.
The Pottingold was not reluctant to talk about this matter. He said, "After taking on a form, the old fellow was confused for a long time, and then by chance, he consumed a piece of space."
He patted the gourd next to him: "Afterwards, he started his current business with me, making fun of Fang's family, which is truly embarrassing."
Bail Xiaoqi still didn't quite understand, so Deng Chanyu explained to her: "This Pottingold should have absorbed a unique space that specializes in trials."
"There's such a space? What is the significance of the existence of such a space?" There was some surprise on Bail Xiaoqi's face. Could this type of space be specifically targeting students like her who are failing?
She couldn't help but look at the Pottingold, luckily this space was absorbed. If her elder sister found out, she would probably be forced to undergo tests every day, and at that moment, she hoped that the Pottingold would live as long as the heavens and earth, and never be discovered by her elder sister.
Deng Chanyu smiled without a word. She guessed that the original meaning of this space should be very profound.
In the original plan of the ancient chaos, it should have been Nuwa as the creator goddess, and this unique space was meant to disseminate teachings to all beings. Now that Nuwa has relaxed and Hongjun is disseminating teachings across the land, this space has lost its purpose and became a string of invalid data in the Taoist system. The final part was absorbed by the Pottingold, merging with his own gourd into one whole, serving specifically for scattered immortals.
She couldn't help but count with her fingers and do some calculations. At first, she didn't mind it, but as if for a post-dinner walk, she calculated and calculated, and a dark cloud appeared in her heart. She couldn't help but look at the Pottingold.
"Why did I calculate such a level of resentment? Has the Pottingold done anything grievous to both heaven and earth?"
The Pottingold said calmly, "All beings are equal. The old fellow does not follow the Taoist path or human norms, and has no concept of good or evil in his eyes."
Before the words had finished, even more resentment appeared out of thin air, from the sky above and the earth below, and the boundless anger filled the surroundings. A strong stench wind blew by, making people feel nauseous.
Bail Xiaoqi was eager to try, while Deng Chanyu remained very calm.
The resentment was indeed very strong, so strong that it was terrifying. However, this thing did not intimidate her; her combat ability far exceeded her true realm.
"Aiyu, can you tell what this thing is?"
"It should be the Four Demons. Hun Duonly appears at the edge of the Honghuang world and is countered by the Four Celestial Beasts, so it can't be Hun Du. I've seen Tiaowu. Qiongqi... there's no need to say more about Qiongqi. The remaining one is a Tāotiè with some bloodline of the dragon race, so it should be a Tāotiè."
Deng Chanyu ignored the incoming Tāotiè, and the biggest feature of these demons is that they cannot be killed. Once they stick to you, they won't let go until they die. However, through Qiongqi, it can be seen that the real combat capabilities of the Four Demons are just like that. They pose no threat to her at all.
She looked at the Pottingold: "What did you do to attract Tāotiè? And how could it generate such a large amount of karma?"
After hesitating for more than ten breaths, the Pottingold also showed some concern. He pondered for a while before slowly speaking: "One year ago, the old fellow met a young immortal woman, around the age of twenty, with a very beautiful appearance. She found the old fellow and wanted to undergo a trial. The old fellow agreed to her request. After that, the young immortal broke through the trial and, as per their agreement, took away a piece of opportunity."
Deng Chanyu's right hand, concealed within her sleeve, continuously calculated. Initially, she had not calculated anything. However, with the clues such as "one year ago" and "young female immortal," her calculation speed increased significantly and eventually yielded an answer.
She had come to the Southern Sea thinking it was just for a stroll, and even the impending arrival of the Tāotiè did not faze her. But now, she was truly quite surprised.
"Impossible, how could she still be alive? I clearly saw Cloud Stream kill her!"
Was there something to do with my sister here? Bail Xiaoqi immediately looked over.
"Who is it? Aiyu, who else is still alive?"
Deng Chanyu spoke one word at a time: "Caifeng."
