Chapter 144 The Fourth Pot of Tea
What the hell is that Axe of Creation?

If the Axe of Creation is real, then the Green Lotus of Creation is fake.

The two speculations about Pangu creating the world and the Green Lotus creating the world are completely contradictory.

But what Yang Jian had just done, that was to fish out Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, from the water tank, could not be faked.

"You must have discovered something, but I want to tell you that this is not the Zixiao Palace. As for where this place is, I don't know either. I have no memory of this place, and that old Taoist is indeed Daozu Hongjun. The reason we came here is that I found the direction according to the guidance of the illusion of the Queen Mother of the West, but in the end it was not me who brought you here, but Daozu who rescued you.

You are not affected by fate, and cause and effect are uncertain. The Taoist master must have discovered your abnormality, and he will definitely use you to do something, just like Nuwa wanted to use you to find the Queen Mother of the West. If the Taoist master arranges it, you are not qualified to refuse.

Listen to me, don't resist, just watch.

The end of time is not in this courtyard, but I don’t know how the Queen Mother of the West got there! "

Fairy Caixia explained the content very quickly.

There is a high possibility that Hongjun’s gaze will turn to him again.

She could only seize the limited time to explain as many things as possible.

She was quite surprised that Yang Jian could come here directly.

According to common sense, they should first encounter the gatekeeper Zhu Jiuyin.

But I didn't encounter it.

Could it be that Zhu Jiuyin was distracted?

Caixia suddenly realized that time was running out, and finally said: "Don't look for answers to any questions, go directly to the Queen Mother of the West, the Queen Mother of the West has the answers. Don't let Hongjun know that you are looking for the Queen Mother of the West, and don't let Hongjun know that I am in your body."

Yang Jian was chopping wood while listening to the fairy Caixia's story. Before he knew it, a small pile of firewood had piled up in front of him.

"There's enough firewood. Bring it in."

The old Taoist's voice came from the thatched cottage.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian stopped what he was doing and tried to pick up the chopped firewood beside him, but found that it did not move at all.

As a last resort, he could only use the Fa Tian Xiang Di to make his body several times larger. Holding the firewood in front of him, he crawled into the hut.

He placed the firewood next to the wooden table as instructed by the Taoist priest.

At the Taoist's suggestion, he sat aside.

The calico cat was playing with a ball of fur that it had brought from somewhere.

Yang Jian couldn't help but wonder if this was the Queen Mother of the West.

"Where are you from, my friend?"

The old Taoist asked as he stuffed thin pieces of firewood into the newly made stove.

Yang Jian knew that there was no point in lying at this time, so he escaped and told Nuwa about his search for the elixir of immortality from the Queen Mother of the West.

Afterwards, he took out the elixir of immortality obtained from the Palace of Queen Mother of the West from his sleeve.

"Immortality medicine~"

The old Taoist looked helpless. "The little girl Queen Mother of the West is usually very lazy. I don't know where she has gone this time. She even didn't bother to look after Baiyujing. It's Nuwa who is looking after her."

Then, he looked at Yang Jian and said, "Looking at the techniques you practiced, you used the Xuanmen Zhengfa to enter the Dao, following the path of Shangqing, but you also practiced the Wu Clan's Eight or Nine Mysterious Techniques. Didn't Tongtian beat you up?"

The old Taoist's words were full of ridicule.

Yang Jian scratched his head and said, "I practiced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills before I joined Jiejiao, so Master Jinling Shengmu did not let me give it up."

"So you are the disciple of that little girl Jin Ling. No wonder I like you so much and couldn't help but rescue you. Otherwise, you will just die of old age in that time and space."

Yang Jian was startled when he heard this.

What the old Taoist said was not meant to intimidate him, because in this long river of time and space, he could not land wherever he wanted.

Without the help of the Kunlun Mirror, he could only watch from outside.

And with no inspiration from the outside world, given his lifespan, he will inevitably wait outside of time and space until his lifespan runs out.

"Yang Jian thanks Senior Daozu."

Yang Jian bowed to express his gratitude and directly revealed the identity of the Taoist priest in front of him.

"No need to be so polite, I just did it for the sake of convenience."

Hongjun waved his hand casually. At this time, he had already filled the clay stove in front of him with firewood.

After looking it over, he nodded with satisfaction and gestured to Yang Jian.

There was a look of doubt in Yang Jian's eyes.

He didn't understand Hongjun's intention.

"Light it up, what are you standing there for? How dare you mix tea with an experienced person? You can't even light a fire."

Hongjun said unhappily.

Yang Jian suddenly realized and hurriedly used the Five Elements Escape Technique to communicate with the spiritual energy around him. Suddenly, a cluster of flames appeared between his fingers.

He urged his magic power, the flame grew bigger and fell into the furnace.

But the flame did not ignite the firewood as he expected, but instead went out on its own.

This abnormal scene left Yang Jian confused.

"It takes a divine fire equal to the Samadhi True Fire and the Nanming Li Fire to ignite the sacred tree. You clearly have a divine fire on you, so why don't you use it?"

Hongjun asked.

Yang Jian realized that the other party was talking about the karmic fire flowing in his blood.

He took out a three-pointed, double-edged sword from his sleeve, but instead of turning it into its original form, it turned it into a smaller version of the knife.

Then he cut his hand, blood gathered between his fingers, and then dripped down.

The moment it dripped, the blood ignited without wind, and black and red flames appeared.

There was a soft "bang" sound.

The Dachun sacred tree in the furnace was suddenly ignited, and the flames were blazing.

"Good good!"

Hongjun said "good" three times in a row. The firelight made his face red and his black hair was tangled on his head.

He reached out and picked up the teapot beside him, and a stream of clear spring emerged from the air and poured into the teapot.

"This is the dew on the green lotus. It takes only a hundred years to produce this drop. I, the Taoist priest, have waited for many years to collect 10,000 drops to fill this pot. You happened to meet me when I finished my pot of tea and was about to make a new one. It's your good fortune."

As the karmic fire on the Dachun sacred tree burned, the water in the teapot gradually boiled.

Afterwards, the old Taoist took out a handful of tea leaves from his stained robe, which looked as if it had not been washed for many years. He held the tea leaves carefully, as if they were priceless treasures.

Put it into the teapot eagerly.

In an instant, the fragrance of tea filled the air.

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the aroma of tea in front of him.

"The real flavor comes from boiling strong tea over high heat! Not bad, not bad!"

Yang Jian smelled the fragrance of tea.

It seemed as if I heard a loud explosion in my ears, which swept over with a rumble and then rumbled away.

Mixed in with it were the howlings of countless creatures, as if the end of the world was about to come.

The next moment, he suddenly came back to his senses and found that the tea fragrance was just a refreshing tea fragrance, and there was nothing strange about it.

Fantasy?

Not quite.

A hint of doubt flashed through Yang Jian's mind.

"I wonder how many pots of tea this is, Senior Daozu?"

Yang Jian asked carefully.

At this time, Hongjun was wiping a teacup that he had taken out from somewhere.

Hearing Yang Jian's question, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"It should be the fourth pot!"

(End of this chapter)