Chapter 43: Zhou Adult's Family Scattered, Laozi Rushed Over

  Out of the Purple Palace, Zhou Cheng took a step forward and immediately appeared outside Qingqiu Mountain. Looking at the distant village scattered in the distance, the villagers were busy with their daily lives, living stably, and the sound of laughter and chatter continued. He felt a sense of sigh in his heart. He had become a saint this time, and it could be said that he had upgraded to a large ant, as long as he was not too against the sky, everything would be easy. Zhou Cheng was from the human tribe, but he was somewhat unfamiliar with ordinary people's lives. Ninety-nine years had passed, and the human tribe had also made significant progress, which made him feel inexplicably nostalgic. He used to be a member of the human tribe, who would have thought that one day he could witness the development of the human tribe and see the germination process of human civilization.

  Zhou Cheng suddenly descended to the ground in a small mountain valley, his body lightly swaying as he changed his appearance. He turned around and walked out of the valley, strolling towards the nearest human village.

  The village is surrounded by many stone houses made of stones. The village's protective wall is very simple, no more than a few feet high, and there are many cracks in it, not strong enough. But for ordinary wild beasts, it's enough to defend against them. If monsters come, even if the wall is as high as ten thousand feet, it will be useless.

  Village entrance, several young men with guns and sticks blocked Zhou Cheng, ready to interrogate him.

  "Who comes here? This is Qingqiu Village, the residence of our tribe." A village head asked with one hand on the hilt of his waist knife.

  As soon as Zhou Cheng saw that they could even forge weapons, he was slightly excited. However, it immediately dawned on him that this might not be the work of the disciples from Qingqiu Mountain, and that in just a short hundred years, humans couldn't possibly have forged such fine weapons. The leader of the household guards was quite impressive, with the cultivation level of the early stages of Hua Shen, and extremely quick-witted. When questioning himself, his whole body radiated a fierce battle intent, and he was indeed a talented individual. It seemed that the foundational cultivation method for refining the body that he had given them initially had also taken effect.

  "In the next Jie San repair, I wandered to this place, just wanting to see the human race created by Nüwa. Today, seeing all of you, it's not ordinary." Zhou Cheng concealed his aura, and everyone else only felt that this person was profound and unpredictable, but didn't know what kind of danger he posed.

  "Ah, since you've come from afar, you're an honored guest. I'll lead you on a tour of our village." Although the village headman basically believed what Zhou Cheng said, he was still cautious and chose to accompany him. Since Zhou Cheng could recite the story of Nüwa creating humans in one breath, he probably wasn't an ordinary person. After all, it had only been a hundred years since Nüwa created humans.

  "Thanks for your trouble. May I ask how I should address you, young man?" Zhou Cheng didn't know if humans had surnames at this time, so he asked aloud.

  "The little one is called Mao, and the master is invited." Yet he has a name but no surname.

  After handing over the defensive matters, he led Zhou Cheng into the village and introduced him along the way.

  "We were originally created by Nüwa, but due to a combination of circumstances, we ended up being placed here." Mian pointed at the stone houses in the village and said to Zhou Cheng: "These houses have been around for many years, but they were given to us by the immortal Qinglian from Mount Qingchuan. With some changes, the thatched cottages next to them also appeared. The foundation of our tribe's existence here is all thanks to the immortal Qinglian. I truly hope to have the opportunity to see his divine face someday. Alas, as a mortal, how can we possibly meet a god?" Mian was only in his thirties, and at this time, humans were free from illness and disaster, and many could live up to two hundred years old in this land of abundant spiritual energy. Many elderly people in the tribe had seen Zhou Cheng before, but he had never seen him. Through ancient legends, Zhou Cheng had become a great benefactor of humanity, second only to Nüwa and Hou Tu, a great immortal. Mian's face was solemn, with a mix of reverence and melancholy, his heart filled with unfulfilled longing, somewhat despondent.

  Zhou Cheng carefully observed the small village with about 300 households. The stone houses and thatched cottages scattered along the village paths made him sigh in admiration of human creativity. This village was actually part of the group of stone houses transformed by his great magic back then. When villagers saw an outsider, they stopped their work and looked at him with kindness, some old men sitting in front of their thatched cottages even smiled, showing their sparse teeth.

  "Everyone can go about their own business now. This Taoist priest has wandered here and is an honored guest." Meng explained to everyone.

  In the village, children saw outsiders coming and didn't behave like adults, following behind the two in a long string, running and making noise. Zhou Cheng heard the long-forgotten sound of laughter and playfulness, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, then smiled kindly and stopped to pick up a three-year-old child who was passing by.

  "Little friend, how old are you this year?" Zhou Cheng asked kindly while wiping the mud off the little scamp's face.

  "Oh no, don't hold me, everyone is looking. I'm three years old this year." The child seemed to feel a bit embarrassed being held by someone. Everyone burst out laughing at the words, and several elderly people laughed so hard that their last few loose teeth were shaking."

  "Hahaha... little friend, I'm from a very, very far away place. Uncle travels the world, but brings many gifts specifically for lovely children like you. Do you want some? Or do you have any wishes? Maybe uncle can help you." Zhou Cheng teased, playing with his small nose. Although people of this era may not be necessarily smarter than those in the future, they matured earlier due to having an abundance of spiritual energy.

  "Dog, how can you let Daozhang hold you?" A lame woman came out from the crowd next to her, with one hand on a crutch and the other clutching her clothes, yet somewhat afraid of offending Zhou Cheng.

  "This big sister must be the mother of this little friend? Never mind, never mind, I just think this kid is lovely and want to give him a hug. It's my good fortune, rare opportunity to hold him in my arms." Zhou Cheng said as he picked up the child and stood up facing the woman.

  Yu Sao, this is a noble guest, we mustn't be slow in serving him. Meng reminded from the side.

  "The trivial matter has been settled." Zhou Cheng put down the child, reached into his sleeve and pulled out a handful of fruit. "Kids, come over here. Uncle arrived in a hurry today and didn't bring any good gifts, so I'll just give you these wild fruits from the mountains to satisfy your hunger." These fruits were simply what Zhou Cheng had picked and stored in his mustard seed bag when he traveled through the Hong Huang region back then. Their effect was that they could improve the constitution of the person who ate them, accumulating medicinal energy inside the body and releasing it slowly, allowing cultivators to achieve twice the result with half the effort. They were just right for children to take.

  "The path is long, and such a spiritual object was given to this young child... I'm afraid..." The initial stage of the Crowned Immortal had already discerned that these wild fruits were extraordinary.

  "It's nothing, just a small thing, but it's enough to satisfy your craving." Zhou Cheng then distributed the fruits one by one to the children. When it was the last child's turn, he didn't see him open his hands like the others, eagerly taking them away. It was that little scamp again.

  "Does the dog not want to eat fruit?" Zhou Cheng asked with some doubt.

  "Doggy, doggy wants..." Doggy swallowed hard and said intermittently, "Can doggy not have this fruit?" Then looked at Zhou Cheng with a sincere face.

  "Huh? Why not? Doesn't the puppy like fruit?"

  "You, you said earlier that you could fulfill the wish in my heart. Uncle, are you deceiving Doggie?" Doggie looked at Zhou Cheng with a sincere face.

  "Heh heh, of course not. What's your wish?" Zhou Cheng chuckled lightly. If a saint had sunk to deceiving little kids, it would be more laughable than dying from crashing into tofu.

  "The puppy doesn't want mom to use a cane, the puppy wants mom to be able to accompany the puppy to the riverbank to catch crabs..." The puppy said with a look of yearning, but then looked at his mother with a gloomy face. Children's sense of good and evil is not strong, they think very directly.

  "Dog, Mom is sorry for you, Mom can't take you everywhere to play. Don't bother this Taoist priest, let's go home." Yu Niang cried and limped over, pulling Dog and wanting to leave. Her legs were so bad that even the clan's elder couldn't do anything about it, and although this Taoist was kind-hearted, what could he do?

  As soon as they met, he calculated silently in his heart and instantly understood the previous cause. The woman's leg was injured by a few little monsters when she went out to work, although she was rescued by a passing Qingqiu Mountain disciple, but she also lost one leg, and after many pleas for help, it could not be cured.

  "Alright, Doggie, I'll save your mother. I hope you'll be more filial from now on." Zhou Cheng decided to help after seeing Doggie's reaction, although he hadn't planned to intervene initially. He raised his hand and pointed, and Yu Dajie's broken leg grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  "Ah!!" The onlookers were amazed by Zhou Cheng's incredibly powerful magic, and after a moment of stunned silence, they all bowed down in unison. Even the little kids like Doggie couldn't stop calling out "Immortal!"

  "It's nothing, just a small matter. Please get up quickly." Zhou Cheng was actually quite uncomfortable, after all, treating an ordinary person's broken leg was indeed a trivial matter for him, and he wasn't used to being worshipped because of it.

  Zhou Chengzheng was about to go forward and help the crowd up, but suddenly his mind moved, and he immediately realized that something had happened. He then raised one hand, helped the crowd up, let out a loud hum, took a step into the air, and flew towards the center of the human tribe.

  "Hum, old master, you've come to steal people away."

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