Chapter Eighty-Four: Stealing Peaches

  The crowd dispersed, leaving a large empty space for Guang Han and his disciples to show off their skills. The news spread like wildfire, with one person telling ten, and ten people telling hundreds, until soon hundreds of Jiangzhou citizens gathered in front of the Chat Pavilion, packing the area so tightly that it was impossible to get through.

  Facing a sea of black heads, Chen Jianchen's eyes lit up. To say the least, after this incident, his chat room became extremely famous, just like releasing an explosive advertisement, instantly revitalizing the attention economy. Previously, he was worried that the location was a bit remote and the new store didn't have much atmosphere. But after being "brainwashed" by Guang Han, suddenly a large crowd of people arrived.

  As for Guang Han's magical skills, they will certainly be extraordinary, because those are living and breathing Taoist techniques. Even if casually displayed, they can be called astonishing and shocking to the world. How could ordinary people have ever seen them?

  The last time I planted pears was clear evidence.

  As the crowd gathered around, Guang Han smiled and bowed, somewhat resembling a street performer. He said in a loud voice: "I'm not talented, but I've learned a special skill that can reverse the seasons, and all the fruits and vegetables in the world are at my command. Just let this young master make a request, and I'll be able to change them into whatever he wants."

  He was referring to Chen Jianchen.

  When Guo Han said this, the audience suddenly burst into applause - this magic trick was too mysterious, creating something out of nothing, and reversing time and space, making it sound convincing. If Chen Jian proposed an impossible request, how could he change it?

  At that moment, everyone's curiosity was piqued, they stretched their necks to take a look, and all stared at Chen Jianchen's mouth, wondering what kind of request he would make.

  "Dao Zhang, I want peaches."

  The one speaking was not Chen Jianchen, but rather Wang Fu beside him.

  Guang Han was not an ordinary Daoist, and Wang Fu knew that. However, he didn't have a clear understanding of how Guang Han was extraordinary. The last time he tried to ask Guang Han to be his master, he begged for a long time before being given a copy of "Hidden Body Technique". Who would have thought that it was impossible to practice, and he ended up making a fool of himself? He assumed the old Daoist was playing tricks on him and had a grudge in his heart. Now seeing Guang Han appear, talking big, he immediately came up with an unreasonable request, wanting to make things difficult for him.

  What's wrong?

  It's just because it's early winter now, the weather is cold, where can I find peaches to eat?

  As expected, Guang Han's face showed a difficult expression, and he looked at Chen Jianchen with hopeful eyes, as if hoping that he would speak up to help him out of trouble. However, Chen Jianchen was clear-headed and knew that the old Taoist was pretending, so he remained silent.

  Seeing this, the onlookers immediately shouted in unison: "Change quickly!"

  Guang Han sighed and said to his apprentice, "Xiao Hu'er, I spoke too much earlier. Now they want us to produce a peach in the middle of winter, what do you think we should do?"

  That young man was also a clever one. He puffed out his chest and said: "Master, as a person, you should be trustworthy and keep your promises. It's not possible to decline now."

  Guang Han pretended to be deep in thought, and after a long while, he slowly said: "The heavens are cold and the earth is frozen, it's absolutely impossible for there to be any more peaches among humans. However, in the heavenly court, the Queen Mother's Peach Garden has peaches that don't distinguish between seasons. In that case, we'll have to go to heaven to steal some."

  The little tiger opened his eyes wide and asked: "The sky is so high, how can we climb up?"

  Guang Han said: "No problem, I have a spell."

  After finishing speaking, he took out a bundle of ropes from a package on his back, and suddenly grabbed one end and threw it into the sky. The rope soared upwards, standing upright like a heavenly ladder. The other end was invisible, drifting into the clouds, and couldn't be seen at all.

  This move shocked everyone, they lifted their heads and stared with wide eyes - such a magical technique was truly unheard of.

  At this time, Guang Han said to his apprentice: "Xiao Hu Er, I'm old and my physical strength is declining, I can't climb up, it's all up to you now."

  "Master, isn't this making things difficult for your disciple? How can I climb to the sky with such a thin rope? What if something unexpected happens halfway and I fall to pieces, then who will take care of you in your old age?"

  Gu Han's face turned cold, and he shouted: "The master's art is not to be trifled with! You'd better stop chattering and hurry up to pick that peaches for the young master to taste. Don't keep him waiting!"

  Scolded by the master, Xiao Hu'er was very wronged and pulled the rope tightly, agilely climbing up, swaying all the way, making people sweat.

  But in a little while, that little tiger had climbed very high and people standing below could hardly see his shadow.

  Nearly a thousand people on the scene were all attracted, looking up and gazing, the astonishment in their hearts could not be described, and they couldn't tell whether it was magic or real.

  Even Chen Jianchen felt a sense of dizziness - the Tian Ting that Guang Hancheng had spoken of, could it be that this world really existed? And those who lived in Tian Ting were all immortals?

  Suddenly, the suspended rope made a fierce swing, as if someone had grabbed it and was pulling it upwards with great force.

  Guang Han's face changed and he exclaimed: "Not good, the disciple has been exposed by the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals!"

  He hastily stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the lower end of the rope, pulling it back with all his might.

  This sudden change made the onlookers gasp in shock, and several men wanted to rush out to help, to help Guang Han grasp the rope tightly.

  But just at this moment, the little tiger appeared on the rope, first a small black shadow, as he accelerated his descent, before long, his body was fully in people's sight.

  Hmph

  Down near the place, the little tiger jumped to the ground with a plop, his face was red, seemingly tired, in his hand, he was holding a peach as big as a fist, fresh and beautiful, still with dew on it, just picked.

  He held up the peach and walked in front of Chen Jianchen, respectfully presenting it to him, saying: "Young master, the peaches have been picked, please accept them."

  Chen Jianchen took it, smelling the fragrance of the peach, and just as he was hesitating, Gu Hanshan's voice suddenly came from beside his ear: "Young Master Chen, this is a Panlong Peach. Eating it can prolong your life and bring good fortune. It's just a small gesture to create a good relationship with you, nothing more."

  Upon hearing this, Chen Jianchen seemed to be deep in thought. He didn't start eating, but instead cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Daozhang, for the fruit." Holding the peaches, he turned around and walked to his mother who was sitting behind him: "Please have some peaches, Mother."

  Mo San Niang's eyes welled up with tears, and she took a bite with tears in her eyes. She felt it was sweet and delicious, the aftertaste lingering on her teeth and tongue, and it was truly the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her life. She couldn't help but praise: "Delicious!"

  At this moment, the audience was stunned - this had already gone beyond the category of magic tricks and seemed like a legendary immortal art.

  Huh? Where's Daozhang and his disciples?

  Just as everyone was watching, Guang Han and his disciples suddenly disappeared in plain sight, no one saw how they disappeared.

  Living Buddha, met the earthly immortal...

  Many men and women knelt down on the spot, praying incessantly.

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