Chapter 12**The Road to Heaven (3) The Depression of King Xuanwu

Zhang Fan walked forward all the way, walking on the road to heaven.

Since leaving the violent ape who suddenly showed sentimentality, he has been going smoothly along the way. The style of the Spirit Immortal Realm is indeed intoxicating.

One day, he walked to the surging river bank and stopped to watch the rolling river water flowing into the sea.

Even in the nine states of the world, Zhang Fan never saw the second river. The river is thousands of feet wide and is extremely long. It sways slightly, which is like a huge magnificent*.

The small boat sailed in the river, rising and falling a hundred feet in a row, making people worry whether they would fall into a shadow in a blink of an eye.

Even so, looking up the riverside, you can still see many fishing boats salvaged fish and turtles not far from the river bank, and shouted out from afar, making them very lively.

Not far from this river, a town flourishes.

There are countless delicacies behind the mountains and facing the river. There are endless waters. Since ancient times, this geography has been a good place for reproduction and growth. There are also hundreds of thousands of people in that town, which is comparable to some large cities.

Although the river is spectacular and the town is prosperous, it is not enough for Zhang Fan to stop. However, when he came here, Zhang Fan felt in his heart, as if something was waiting for him in front of him.

Once this thought is born, Zhang Fan will naturally not miss it. He will turn into a rainbow and cross the river.

Such a move was easy for him, but it was impossible for people living in towns across the river.

Even a boat with a thousand materials is not enough to cross this big river, so the other side of the river is already another world for them.

Once he came outside the town, Zhang Fan felt a noisy and bustling popularity coming to his face. Wherever he saw, there were people and figures, and the prosperity of the town was even beyond Zhang Fan's imagination.

When I stepped into it, I saw crowds of people rushing to shoulder, and there were stalls and hawking people on both sides. The things I sold were either mountain delicacies or aquatic products. This was still the same fishing boats traveling in the river, and it was still the time to catch fish, otherwise I would have thought it would be even more lively.

Walking and stopping, Zhang Fan walked along the way, immersed in this worldly love. A cold heart was almost warmed up. Not knowing that time passed, the crowds on both sides were noisy.

After a while, he walked outside a mountain temple and stopped suddenly.

It is a common truth to worship the mountain gods by the mountain, and worship the dragon king near the sea, but it seems a bit different in this mountain god temple.

The mountain temple building is magnificent. The beams and pillars are embraced by several people. They are not built of wood, but they are all made of solid bluestone.

If this mountain temple is built by ordinary people, it would be a miracle. It is probably only possible to achieve it if a hundred years of time is spent and millions of corpses are laid out.

In such a magnificent mountain temple, the decoration is very simple. There has never been a mountain god or a dragon king. There is only a huge stone turtle, lying in the middle of the magnificent temple, enjoying the incense of all people.

Any temple with a prosperous incense has an extra market outside, and this place is no exception. It is a market that mostly supplies some sesame oil needed for the blessing of the mountain god, the sea king, and naturally there are also fortune tellers who set up stalls.

It’s strange that this is the best place for fortune telling in a stall. There are countless scammers who make a living by this. However, at first glance, Zhang Fan only saw a stall placed alone.

There is nothing special about this fortune telling stall. The fortune teller sitting on the stall also looks old, with gleams flashing from time to time, and looks a bit like a fairy-like appearance.

There were already a circle of pilgrims around this person, and they were obviously in good business and were a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, a man's anxious voice came from behind Zhang Fan.

"Give me, let me give you a chance, please lend me some money, I have something urgent to find a half immortal."

When the sound came, Zhang Fan outlined a big man with anxiety in his mind, and hurriedly ran over. He turned his head slightly and gave up the man.

The folk customs here seem to be not bad. Judging from the intersection of the great men, the people waiting for fortune tellers are all allowed to open a road. If you are so funny, you will not forget to make a joke: "How many fish did Cheng Yicha make up today? Did you have any river gods come to ask the half immortal to calculate a fortune?" and so on.

Cheng Yichao was also in a good temper. Although he was sweating profusely and had no intention of chatting, he still bowed his hand to the fortune teller. He then squeezed into the fortune teller and said with a breath: "Half-half-immortal, my family..."

Before he finished speaking, the fortune teller waved his hand to stop him, threw out a few ancient copper coins with his own hands, glanced at him, and comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry, your wife is fine."

“Ah~”

Cheng Yicha was shocked and said to himself: "I haven't said what to ask yet. This old man can just say "Not far away" and he is really a half-immortal~"

At the same time, I couldn't help but regret it secretly. I never listened to the old man's words and wrote a fortune to seek peace.

"What about...what...the kid?"

Cheng Yichao's breath was not evenly breathing well, and he didn't care about being surprised and quickly asked for his concern.

"It's okay, mother and son are safe. When you get home, you will see the child."

The fortune teller slowly closed the copper coins and said without raising his head.

It was this behavior that made people even more doubt his methods. Cheng Yicha was overjoyed and did not care about men and women. Anyway, as long as the wife and children were safe, it was enough, so he bowed to thank him and did not mention it.

He had something in his heart, thinking about his wife who was about to give birth, and he was about to leave after thanking him.

At this moment, the crowd behind suddenly felt a commotion, and a half-old child's voice came: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law... sister, sister..."

"How is your sister?"

Cheng Yicha was shocked and lined up the crowd to pull out a teenage child and asked, shakingly.

"I've been born... I've been born... my mother and son are safe."

The half-aged child said in the tone of a woman, then handed a fish basket to Cheng Yichao's hand and complained: "Brother-in-law, you run too fast. The waiter next door went to find you, and my sister gave birth to her. I'm afraid that brother-in-law, you are anxious and asked me to come and report the news quickly. As a result, I ran four streets with your fish basket..."

Cheng Yichao was not in the mood at this time when he heard his old and old child quarreling. He subconsciously took the fish basket and was about to run home. After running for a while, he suddenly realized that he slapped his head and turned back, stuffed the fish basket into the fortune teller, and said gratefully: "Thank you, sir, I have no preparations, I will respect you for this little bit of river food."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the fortune teller to respond. He pulled over half of the older child and ran home.

"Hey...you..."

The fortune teller was carrying the fish basket and greeted him and saw that the man had run away, his face was a little wrong. After he hesitating for a moment, he reached into the fish basket. When he raised it again, a turtle was rushing by a hemp rope, holding one end in his hand, and the other end was still in the fish basket. It was roughly estimated that there were about ten.

For a moment, the fortune teller's expression was indescribable and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhang Fan looked at it from beginning to end and only when the fortune teller threw out the copper coins and spoke the words, his expression changed slightly, and then he kept watching until now with a smile on his face.

Just when the fortune teller was full of strange looks, Zhang Fan shook his head and laughed.

"Forget it~"

The fortune teller suddenly became frustrated and threw the turtle into the fish basket. Regardless of the fragments on the stall, he carried the fish basket straight out of the town.

As he walked, he sang:

"Long is the top of the sky, I am talking nonsense; right or wrong, I don't know the heart of heaven..."

"How can the iron mouth be cut straight? A thought changes in all kinds of changes; when fate comes, fate will be like a knife, it is better to go back and fish, a raincoat and rain will last forever..."

The figures gradually faded away, the singing stopped, and the crowd dispersed, and they still sent the half-immortal words to the point where they were all right, and the hexagrams were very accurate.

No one noticed that at some point, the man in Xuan-clothed clothes who had been watching the situation disappeared without a trace.

...

The fortune teller never stopped and was very familiar with the nearby roads. In just a moment, he had already left the town and reached the shore of the endless river.

Facing this big river, watching the fishing boat dock, he suddenly sighed and tilted the fish basket into the river. The hemp rope broke itself, and the fish and turtle entered the water and escaped directly.

"Go and go, don't be caught again, I won't be able to save you if that."

The fortune teller was muttering to himself, and a clear voice came from behind: "King Xuanwu, you are really a waste of resources. You are so good at drinking. You don't want to eat it, so why not treat guests with it? It's not the landlord."

The voice was heard, fortune teller, no, the Xuanwu King shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Dong Emperor, don't joke, the old turtle doesn't believe that Dong Emperor's eyesight can't tell."

“Hahaha~~”

Zhang Fan laughed loudly, stepped out in one step, and stood side by side with King Xuanwu, overlooking the river.

At this time, King Xuanwu was still squatting on the banks of the river, staring at the surging river, seeing the more than ten turtles wandering around until they were no longer visible, then slowly got up and smiled at Zhang Fan: "Donghuang, you are really unkind. You want to eat the old turtle and my descendants? If you don't drink your descendants with you, you will be wronged that my old turtle will not be willing to do the friendship of the landlord?"

"It's not kind."

Zhang Fan smiled but said nothing. He couldn't take it seriously by just a joke. However, when the Xuanwu King received a group of descendants tied with hemp ropes, his expression even when he wanted to come, Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile.

King Xuanwu looked at the river in front of him and said with emotion: "Fellow Daoist Donghuang, do you know where this river comes from?"

"Didn't you notice that the spiritual energy on this river is particularly rich?"

The smile on Zhang Fan's face gradually gathered, and he looked at the endless water vapor on the river, thinking.

King Xuanwu smiled at him, and then said with great emotion: "Ten thousand years ago, there were no big rivers, no towns, and no people. It was just a barren land."

"Once, the old turtle, peacock and others went to the Central Immortal World..."
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