Our village particularly favors men over women, but with a twist.
The men in the village are as delicate as flowers, only needing to lie in bed as "brick men."
The tofu bricks nurtured in their chests can keep them forever young.
The women compete to bid for them, but what they don't know is.
"Brick men" are actually raised with their lives.
"Eating it, we will both achieve immortality and become immortal."
The old Taoist held a dark red pill in his left hand and a piece of silver in his right hand.
I watched the wriggling insect eggs in the pill.
I took a deep breath.
I closed my eyes and swallowed it.
Then, under his approving gaze, I took the silver.
I knocked down the ginseng fruit tree with one blow, but underneath the tree were full of baby corpses.
Inside the Five Immortals Temple, Zhenyuanzi raised his sleeve, revealing a sinister smile.
As the branches swayed, countless clear winds and bright moons fell from the ginseng fruit tree, laughing wildly as they surrounded me.
The entire Mount Wanshou trembled, devoid of immortal aura at the Daoist gate, only the purgatory of the end times.
Why speak at all?
The Buddhist sect arranged one accident after another, yet always relied on others to solve them?
When the Golden Cicada descended to the mortal realm, it was said to be gilded. But then someone claimed that eating the Golden Cicada could grant immortality. As a result, Senior Tang became a walking elixir, coveted by all kinds of demons.
Who can be blamed for this?
Moreover, when Senior Tang, with the Golden Cicada, descended to undergo tribulations, he was to face eighty-one challenges. But what was the first challenge?
The one who died was Chen Guangrui, Senior Tang's nominal father, who was taken by bandits, and the one who was violated was Yin Wenjiao, Senior Tang's nominal mother.
Who did Chen Guangrui offend?
Why should you, Golden Cicada, descend to face tribulations, while I have to suffer along? Why should a charming wife have to spend so many years sleeping with a bandit?
Di Ting remains silent, not because he doesn't understand these things, but because he can't bear to see them. After all, who was Di Ting in the past? Wasn't he Jiang Ziya?
In our village, there is an unwritten rule that when a son turns eighteen, the father must be thrown into the sea to feed the sea turtles.
According to legend, the Daiyu Island where our village is located is a rootless immortal island. There are three giant turtles under the island, one carrying the island while the other two wait below, exchanging roles every ten thousand years, taking turns to bear the burden.
In order to ensure that the giant turtles fulfill their duties, the village throws a person into the sea to feed the turtles every three months, and the person chosen to feed the turtles is selected from among the sons who turn eighteen.
"The Ancestral Dragon is dead!"
The gates of Changsheng Platform swung open as the messenger boy stumbled and tumbled in, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Ying Zheng is dead?
"The Ancestral Dragon is dead!"
He raised the silk in his hand high above his head, as if holding some terrifying, fulfilled prophecy.
I took the silk from his trembling hands. The vivid painting on it depicted a carriage, and lying inside the carriage was the emperor I knew so well, Ying Zheng.
But.
"He is not dead!"
Looking at the young man accompanying the carriage in the painting, who bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Ying Zheng, I roared,
"In pursuit of immortality, he is no longer human!"
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