Chapter 46: Beilu HouJizhai State is the largest and most powerful country among the Dongyuan states. Just compared with Daliang, the population and territory of Jizhai Kingdom are dozens of times that of the former. Beilu Hou stood on the spiritual beast Golden Peng. He turned his head to look at the young marquis who was grunting behind him, and anger arose in his heart. A middle-aged man with a beard beside Beilu Hou smiled faintly: "My son has troubled you, my Lord. Since he was seriously injured, it is normal for him to groan in pain." Beilu Hou snorted, and then he resisted the urge to kick the young marquis down. He just urged the spirit beast under him to fly faster. This person is the young marquis’s father, the Prince of Jizhai State. Logically speaking, the young marquis should be called the young prince, but the title of the Tianjiao Beilu Marquis is too big, and everyone only knows that the young marquis is the apprentice of the Beilu Marquis, and often ignores that he is also the son of a prince. The Prince of Jizhai looked at the tiny mountains at his feet and asked: "We are going to meet Mr. Wanshi this time. I wonder if we can get him to come out of retirement."
Beilu Hou stared at the front without blinking, and said in a deep voice: "Most of the strong men who have reached the Saint Realm do not like to show up in public. They either hide away and practice hard, or go into the world to preach. However, Wanshi Laoer is an exception. Haven't you noticed that every time the Jizhai Kingdom asks him to help with something, he will agree?" The prince nodded: "Yes, Elder Wanshi has nothing to say about our Jizhai Nation. No matter how much the reward is, he will agree to help in the end." Beilu Hou chuckled, with a hint of pride in his laughter: "Prince, do you think that old man is so kind? There must be a secret behind this, but you are in a high position and are always worried about power struggles. It is normal for you not to know." The prince was ridiculed in person, but his face showed no anger: "I have been practicing hard for a hundred years but I am still only at the realm of life and death. I am not as talented as you in practice, and I can only handle some mundane matters. Please teach me, you." Beilu Hou was flattered by this and couldn't help but be delighted, and then said: "Hehe, it's okay to tell you. After reaching the Dao realm, unless you have extremely powerful natural treasures, elixirs, or other means, improving your cultivation depends entirely on your own understanding of the Dao." "However, there are three thousand great ways, and all living beings have their own way. The most common ones are: the power of the five elements, the power of heaven and earth, the great energy of merit and virtue, the yin and yang method of the sun and the moon, and the training of the body and the soul." "This old man Wanshi practices the Haoran Dao. He has saved the people of Jizhai Country from disasters many times, and he has also vowed to bring peace to the world. In fact, he is just doing this to perfect his own Dao." The prince praised: "A gentleman judges deeds, not hearts. Regardless of the purpose of the predecessors of the ages, he is indeed worthy of admiration!" Beilu Hou suddenly said seriously: "Be careful, we're almost in his territory!" Beilu Hou spread his hands, and a golden light surged out from his body, covering the young marquis and the prince. "This old man has already reached the eighth level of the Saint Realm! This land is also his lair, filled with the aura of righteousness. Your cultivation is too low, and you cannot withstand the impact of this aura of righteousness." The Golden Roc was galloping, and the air in front of it was like ripples on the water. The three people and the beast plunged into it, and the world in front of them suddenly changed. The mountains are covered with curling clouds and fairy air, and there are also cranes and monkeys playing in the mountain stream. If you listen carefully, you can actually hear the sound of recitation echoing there. The prince looked up and was stunned. In this world, there appeared an illusion of a thousand feet high. It was an old man with a white beard and a celestial appearance, stroking his beard and smiling.
The illusion was so huge that it even obscured the sun and the moon. The prince stared at the illusion for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to worship it and stay here forever to listen to the teachings and learn literature. Beilu Hou snorted coldly, and the golden light on his body became even brighter: "This old man looks even stronger... Stop looking at this illusion!" His loud shout immediately awakened the prince from his state of obsession. The prince broke out in a cold sweat. He turned his head to look at his son and found that he was also stunned: "I just stared at it for a few seconds, how could it be..." The two were terrified and felt that Mr. Wanshi's magical powers were even more profound. They dared not move and kept their heads down and remained silent all the way. Beilu Hou rode the Golden Peng to a dilapidated thatched house on the top of a hill and jumped off the spirit beast. The prince and the young marquis also hurried down, bowed politely, and announced their names. But no one responded from the shabby hut. The young marquis got a little anxious and asked his master quietly: "Master, does this Mr. Wanshi really live here?" Beilu Hou kicked him and said in a deep voice: "Old man Wanshi, don't you love to meddle in worldly affairs? You didn't even give the prince of Jizhai country face today?" The door of the shabby hut was slowly pushed open, and an old man in a white robe and white beard walked out, exactly the same as the illusion the prince had seen before. "Beilu Hou, you are still so straightforward. But it is also true that what you pursue is dominance, so your words and deeds should be domineering and strong." "But when your disciple was bullied, you didn't do anything but blamed me instead. Doesn't this contradict your tyranny?" Beilu Hou snorted and said frankly: "If it were my temper, I would have beaten him to the door with my own hands, but what I cultivate is tyranny, not the way to seek death. The person provoked by this loser is likely to be a saint-level person. I can vent my anger, but I can't pay with my own life." Mr. Wanshi pondered for a moment, then sighed and said: "Prince, I'm afraid I can't take action this time. I've been experiencing a bottleneck recently. I'm afraid I have to stay in seclusion for a while and don't plan to get involved in worldly affairs anymore." Beilu Hou sneered: "Don't be so quick to refuse. I brought them to you for a reason." He kicked the young marquis again and shouted: "Tell me what happened at that time quickly, don't miss any details!" The young marquis tremblingly recounted the situation at that time, but he also had his own agenda, making himself sound upright and describing Lu Li, Chi Xiao and others as extremely vicious. Mr. Wanshi listened quietly, but a strange light flashed in his eyes. Beilu Hou saw this and laughed: "How is it? Has it piqued your interest?" Mr. Wanshi said: "I wonder if you have a copy of the Biography of the Great Love Immortal that person mentioned?" The Prince of Jizhai Kingdom immediately stepped forward and took out a copy of the latest edition of "The Biography of the Great Love Immortal" before they arrived and gave it to Mr. Wanshi. Mr. Wanshi took over the "Biography of the Great Love Immortal" and looked through it carefully. The more he read, the brighter the light in his eyes became. Finally, he closed the book and muttered to himself: "Promoting the devil's way is truly heresy! Okay, don't worry, Prince. I will definitely help you with this matter!" (End of this chapter)