Inside the ancient temple.

"Stardust sand, sun essence, world stone, five elements jade, black jade gum..." Cheng Long threw all kinds of top-quality materials into the refining furnace. A raging fire was burning at the bottom of the furnace. The top-quality materials thrown into the furnace would turn into liquid in an instant and could be controlled by his spiritual consciousness, or shaped into fan bones or turned into fan blades.

The aunt in a purple dress stood quietly by, admiring the man's graceful posture as he refined the weapon.

The four maids, Shaoyao, Cuizhu, Yunmei and Dingxiang, gathered together to prepare meals.

Of course, it was mainly Yunmei and Dingxiang who did the preparation. Shaoyao only knew how to wash and cut vegetables, and the tomboyish Cuizhu only knew how to eat and had never cooked.

This girl is very popular in the painting world and can talk to anyone. If she wants to eat something, she can just reach out and get it.

"Madam, two drops of blood."

Ah Xian squeezed two drops of blood from his fingertips without hesitation, and Cheng Long sent them into the furnace. The fan that had already taken shape suddenly appeared with blood-red stripes, and then turned into even thinner blood-red threads and merged into the fan blades.

Although my aunt has the cultivation level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, she is a latecomer and only relies on half a volume of Taoist scriptures from Lishan Laomu to enter the immortal path. She has basically been in seclusion in the past few years and does not have any immortal weapon on her body.

The only weapon she had was a Bodhi tree branch that fell from the sky, which she used as a magic wand, which was very low-level.

So before leaving, Cheng Long prepared to refine a magic weapon for the other party and settle the painting world at the same time.

The flower fairies inside are all the "daughters" carefully nurtured by my aunt, and they cannot be abandoned casually.

As my aunt's immortal blood merged into the treasure fan, the quality was improved as expected, and it directly transformed from a top-grade magic weapon into an acquired spiritual treasure. The aura also became more violent and vast.

Since many top-quality materials from Heaven were added to it, its attack power alone was no less than that of the Thunder Flame Sword. In the Shushan world, it was a veritable immortal weapon that guarded the mountain.

In fact, another name for acquired spiritual treasures in the world of immortals and heroes is immortal weapons.

"Buzz~~"

Suddenly, the furnace shook violently, and then a golden light shot out from the furnace, and the furnace cover was blown up with a "bang".

The quality of the makeshift furnace was indeed questionable.

It shattered into pieces on the spot.

"receive!"

Cheng Long picked up the fan he had just learned and fanned it against the wall inside the temple.

The next moment, a beautiful picture of a fairy picking flowers suddenly appeared on one side of the black-boned and white-faced fan, and the original fairy mural on the wall disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Cuizhu clapped her hands excitedly.

"Wow! Young Master is awesome, so amazing!"

Facing such a flattering maid, Cheng Long smiled and shook his head: "This is just the beginning, there is still another side!"

Before he finished speaking, he pointed the folding fan in his hand at the picture of hell on the other stone wall and waved it again. The picture of hell on the wall disappeared quietly.

Looking at the back of the fan, the picture of hell on the stone wall was moved up without any surprise.

"Husband, I didn't expect your magical powers to be so profound. Even I can only roughly understand the means of shifting the painting world..." Aunt exclaimed with a sigh.

"Of course. Without some real skills, how can I, my husband, tame this fierce horse of yours?"

Cheng Long put his arm around his aunt's waist and handed the fan to her with his other hand. "You are the master of the painting world, so this fan is yours. Give it a name!"

"Let's call it the Yin-Yang Fan! One side is heaven, the other side is hell. This name fits it very well."

The painting world created by my aunt is divided into two modules: the Forest of Flowers and Hell, which correspond exactly to the yin and yang poles. The names are very appropriate, though a bit straightforward.

"Madam, call out all the people in the painting world. If they are willing to go down the mountain to get married and have children, we will give them some money. If they don't want to leave, let them continue to follow us..."

After a pause, Cheng Long continued, "But the owl inside must leave. Although the painting world is yours, I don't want other men besides me to survive in it."

The owl mentioned by Cheng Long is called the Golden Armored Warrior, who shoulders the responsibility of protecting the painting world and is the only male here. He seems to have no emotions, as cold as the armor on his body, but secretly loves Shaoyao. Due to the restrictions of the rules, he cannot express his feelings and can only silently stay by her side.

If it were any other flower fairy, given Cheng Long's personality, he would most likely fulfill the other party's wish, just like he did to Zhu Xiaolian, and betroth Peony to the other party.

But the problem is that he also likes peony, as well as green bamboo, cloud plum and lilac.

In the past six months, he has favored Shaoyao a lot. Now Shaoyao has already learned to dress like a woman like her aunt, Cuizhu, Yunmei and Dingxiang.

When Mr. Cheng thought that the actors who played Shaoyao and Zhu Xiaolian were a couple, he became particularly excited when he was with Shaoyao. He was much happier than Yunmei and Dingxiang who had abundant capital.

It is completely comparable to the green bamboo which provides the greatest emotional value.

In this situation, Cheng Long naturally would not help the other person.

What's more, now Shaoyao, like Cuizhu and the others, has devoted her heart to him.

I can't bear the pain, and the peony can't bear the pain, so I can only bear the pain of the hardworking owl.

"My husband, I didn't expect you to be jealous of an owl. You are really something!"

The aunt thought that she hated men in the past, but she left an owl in the painting world to act as the patron saint of a group of flower fairies, which made the man unhappy, so he couldn't help but tease her.

"As long as it's a male, it's not okay. I'm such a domineering man, chase it away quickly."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

The aunt rolled her eyes lovingly, then summoned the golden-armored warrior, the guardian of the Wanhua Forest, and directly terminated the contract, granting the other party freedom.

Yes.

The guardian god of Wanhua Forest is actually a pet that my aunt raised in her early years.

If you stay in a place full of spiritual energy for a long time, even a silly and cute owl may be able to cultivate and become a demon.

It is not surprising that the golden-armored warrior transformed into a demon under his intentional or unintentional cultivation.

This is also the reason why the golden-armored warrior appeared in the forest of flowers and fell in love with peony.

My aunt and her group have also become accustomed to the presence of the golden-armored warriors.

But now the man doesn't like it, so the aunt can only release the pet, and it will come out of the mountains and return to the mountains.

……

After the golden-armored warrior was forcefully released by his aunt.

The three hundred maids who had been recruited into the painting world by their aunt since childhood also got a once-in-a-lifetime choice. Cheng Long took out three hundred small yellow croakers as a reward for the maids.

Whether you leave or stay, you can leave a small yellow croaker behind.

In this chaotic era, gold is definitely the hardest currency.

There is no need to worry about safety.

The three hundred maids recruited by my aunt had to learn literature and martial arts since childhood. All of them were top-notch fighters, and their strength was not inferior to that of Meng Longtan, a well-fed and down-and-out swordsman.

Therefore, when the maids received the news that they could go down the mountain with the gold, most of them chose to go down the mountain and get married. Only a few were willing to stay in the painting world and take care of the benefactors who adopted them.

With the dismissal of the golden-armored warriors and a large number of maids, only a few dozen flower fairies and three maids were left in the aunt's Yin-Yang fan, which made the flower fairies such as Begonia, Lily, and Snow Lotus very sad. They were all used to the bustle, and suddenly, the Wanhua Forest became deserted, which was really a bit strange.

"Crackling..."

Sparks kept coming out of the campfire.

After eating and drinking, Cheng Long looked at his aunt beside him and asked curiously, "Has this temple always been so dilapidated?"

"It was not like this three thousand years ago. At that time, many people went into the mountains to worship Buddha. I don't know what happened later. More and more gods and Buddhas disappeared. From time to time, immortals and Buddhas would fall. The temples and Taoist temples built in the deep mountains and old forests gradually became deserted and became what they are now."

My aunt has been an immortal for thousands of years. The reason why she has been living in seclusion in the painting world is because the immortals in the sky will also fall, and even their lives cannot be guaranteed, so there is naturally no need for them to ascend.

Rather than living a precarious life and having to obey orders from heaven, it is better to live in a fantasy world and be her queen without worries.

"Is it because of the fall of the immortals and Buddhas that Monk Budong became one of the Eighteen Arhats?" Cheng Long grasped the key point very keenly.

Logically speaking, even if Monk Budong had achieved the status of Arhat, he should have started from being one of the ordinary Eight Hundred Arhats instead of becoming one of the Eighteen Arhats right away.

If he really had talent, he would not have stayed in the dilapidated temple for thousands of years with no one paying attention to him. If it were the Arhat Subduing the Dragon or the Arhat Subduing the Tiger, they would have gone to one place and lived in seclusion for a thousand years. During that time, who knows how many Bodhisattvas and Arhats came back to call them back.

The more critical the period, the more capable people are.

Only the minions that no one cares about can escape attention.

Before Cheng Long traveled through time, he had this experience of being a small auto mechanic, with no money, no wife, and no talkativeness. At first, relatives liked to talk about him to try to gain confidence, but later he became thick-skinned and didn't care anymore. Gradually, no one paid attention to him and he was completely reduced to a marginalized person.

Because when you don't care, other people can't get the satisfaction of disrupting your life.

It doesn't matter if you are single or have no money. As long as you don't steal or rob, you can live an upright life with your head held high.

"Not entirely. Monk Budong is quite intelligent. He was able to become one of the Eighteen Arhats by defeating many competitors..." After marrying Cheng Long, Ah Xian just looked down on Monk Budong's appearance, but did not belittle his talent and intelligence.

"Have many gods fallen from heaven?"

"There are many, but they are mainly gods that are listed in the Conferred God List. Because their true spirits are immortal, they can be resurrected quickly after falling. The overall loss is much lower than that of Buddhism."

"..."

That night, the couple hugged each other and talked a lot.

The next day, early in the morning.

Cheng Long woke up his aunt who was lying in his arms and said softly, "Ah Xian, I want to go to the outer world to have a look. You take Shaoyao and the others to the painting world."

"Well, be careful."

The aunt gave some instructions, then waved to Shaoyao, Cuizhu and the other two girls, and transformed into five streams of light and entered the painting world.

She knew last night that her man could not sit still, otherwise she would not have asked about the sufferings of the immortals and Buddhas that had begun three thousand years ago. If the man was not a Daluo Jinxian, she would stop him no matter what.

People who have no ability will try to join in the fun and will eventually become the victims.

But the problem is that her man not only has powerful cultivation, but also has unknown confidence. There is no way to stop the man from running to the immortal and Buddha battlefield in Tianwaitian to join in the fun.

She had also heard Monk Budong mention the battlefield of immortals and Buddhas a few years ago. She knew that there was an invasion by alien races from the outer world, and the leader was said to be a birdman with three pairs of wings.

These birdmen call themselves angels and come from a place called heaven. Their invasion is to spread holy light to the world and spread their teachings.

The Archangel's strength is comparable to that of the Buddha and the Jade Emperor, but weaker than saints like the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

Logically speaking, with the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa in charge, these invaders would be quickly killed or even counterattacked. However, outside of the Heaven Beyond Heaven, the saints are no longer saints and their strength is greatly reduced.

This is the drawback of the Heavenly Dao Saint. Entrusting one's primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao means being bound to the Heavenly Dao and completely locked in the native world, unable to transcend and become a truly immortal saint.

……

Putting away the Yin-Yang Fan, Cheng Long soared into the sky.

Last night he used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that there were indeed foreign invaders in the heavens, causing all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to have no time to manage the human world. As a result, the human world became chaotic and the people were living in misery.

There were even many places where demons were wreaking havoc. Fortunately, these demons were not very powerful, and the monks of Buddhism and Taoism were able to deal with them, so there was no major chaos.

For example, the whole city was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

None of these happened. At most, a small town was massacred by demons, but they would soon be hunted down by Taoists and monks.

Of course, the main ones are Taoists.

The monks’ favorite thing to do is to close the mountains during troubled times and open them during prosperous times to welcome incense.

For example, Monk Budong, who clearly had the cultivation level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, allowed the demons around him to harm the people, and only went down the mountain occasionally to win over believers.

Not long after.

Cheng Long arrived at the Nantianmen.

The heaven no longer has the prosperity it once had, and is now in ruins.

His divine thoughts swept across the entire heaven like a huge wave, and he realized that all the gods had disappeared, even the ordinary fairies and heavenly soldiers were gone.

There is no one in the Ninth Heaven.

Cheng Long continued upwards, reaching the thirty-third heaven.

It is commonly known as the heaven beyond heaven.

When he got here, he saw the gods and Buddhas that were both familiar and unfamiliar to him. However, these gods and Buddhas had lost their former charm and looked very tired.

When they saw Cheng Long, they all felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

As a last resort, Cheng Long directly released the golden wheel of merit behind his head to offset the hostility of the gods, Buddhas and heavenly soldiers.

The higher you go, the thicker the atmosphere of war becomes, and the higher your cultivation becomes.

During this process, he also saw the monk Immovable.

This monk actually had one arm broken, and he looked extremely weak, as if he would die in the next second.

Cheng Long ignored him and continued walking.

It was not until he reached the place closest to the world barrier that Cheng Long finally saw the battlefield of immortals and Buddhas with his own eyes. The cultivation levels of all the immortals here were above those of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

The immortals and Buddhas are fighting a group of strange monsters.

They looked like the demons from hell in Western mythology. The angels that my aunt mentioned last night were behind these demons, driving them into this world.

"Hey, aren't angels and demons enemies? Why are they gathered together? Could it be that God and Satan have reached an agreement?" Cheng Long was full of confusion.

However, the answer is obvious. Faced with the huge resources of another world, what's wrong with angels and demons reaching an agreement?

Interests are always the panacea that facilitates reconciliation between enemies and friends. (End of this chapter)