surnamed Wang

"Master, you didn't tell me even a word when you came, so that I could fulfill my duty as a landlord."

Wang Pingquan, who had taken off his shoes not long ago to teach the old man a lesson, was now squeezing the old man's shoulders and legs very diligently.

He had just forgotten that he was only in the Qi Refining Stage. As soon as he took a step, he was tripped up by the opponent's magic. As soon as he got up, he was hit again.

The people around him were attracted by the noise and turned their heads curiously. Even though Wang Biquan was thick-skinned, he couldn't afford to shame this person in public. In line with the principle of a man who can bend and stretch, he immediately kowtowed to him.

Li Changsheng was very satisfied with his apprentice's technique. While enjoying it, he smiled and stroked his beard and said:
"Can you listen to my explanation this time?"

"Look what Master said, you always have your own reasons for doing things, why do you need to explain to your disciple?"

"You, you, are still the same as you were thousands of years ago."

The old man sighed for no reason. Wang Biquan became interested and asked:
"Master, you and the ancient gods say that I am the same as the Holy Spirit, but judging from the partial memories I got from the Holy Spirit's relics, he seems to be a cruel and decisive monarch."

“Sometimes the Holy Spirit can be really cold and harsh, but in private, He is very much like you.”

"As wise, mighty, and handsome as I am?"

The old man glanced at his apprentice and said with a half-smile:
"As shameless as you are, it's just that he has confidence. Even if he is narcissistic occasionally, he will never be annoying."

"So, he must be a very popular God King."

The old man nodded without concealment and sighed:
“For those of us who embrace the Holy Spirit, He is truly irreplaceable.”

Only then did Wang Biquan think of business and asked:

"Master, you asked me to find myself before, but I still didn't understand it. And what did you mean when you just said that my current self is my former self?"

The old man stood up and asked an unexpected question:

"It's hard to come here. Let's accompany my master for a while. I'll treat you as my disciple and fulfill your filial piety."

Wang Biquan didn't know why, but he still nodded and said:

"It's okay to go shopping, but don't expect me to help you strike up conversations with those girls. I'm still a bachelor here."

The old man put his hands on his sleeves, shook his head and said:

"You are the reincarnation of the Holy Spirit, and everything will be attracted to you unconsciously, regardless of heaven, luck, spiritual treasures... As long as you are willing, women will rush to you like moths to a flame."

Wang Biquan was astonished when he heard this. No wonder he was always guilty of misfortune, and his spiritual path was unusually smooth. It turned out that it was all influenced by the identity of the Holy Spirit.

The old man continued:

"No matter what you do, as long as you are in this world, you will always receive invisible blessings. Even if the will of heaven and earth lends its power to you, it is no problem, let alone helping your master to be welcomed by women."

At the end of the sentence, the old guy still showed his fox tail.

Wang Pingquan had already expected it. He glanced at the noisy guild hall and said helplessly:

"Come with me, and I promise that men and women will be around you in a while."

……

The two shuttled back and forth between the stalls. Wang Pingquan stopped several times and took a long time to select, but was still dissatisfied. It was not until he saw a store selling T-shirt peripherals that he showed strong interest.

"Boss, take this one and a pair of jeans."

Wang Pingquan pointed at a piece of clothing with a pink-haired cartoon girl on it. The boss thought he wanted to wear it and was about to pick a size, but the young man said to the immortal old man next to him:
"Make it his size."

The stall owner didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still came as requested.Wang Pingquan handed the clothes to Li Changsheng and vowed:
"This is the most popular outfit of our time. If you wear it, girls will definitely not be able to walk away when they see you."

"Okay, I will listen to you, master."

The old man responded, took the clothes and walked into the fitting room. The light flashed and he walked out again. He had already changed his clothes.

The stall owner was surprised at why he moved so fast, but he suppressed a smile. To be honest, even a young man in his teens or 20s would need a lot of courage to wear these clothes, let alone an old guy in his 80s or [-]s.

Li Changsheng didn't realize it at all. He looked at himself in the mirror happily, muttering about taking a few things back to Sanxian Island. He also said that the immortal officials were old-fashioned and wore clothes like hemp and mourning all day long.

The stall owner next to him was stunned for a while, until Wang Pingquan pointed at his head vaguely, and it suddenly dawned on him - the old man probably suffered from Alzheimer's disease, and his grandson took him out to play.

When a disciple invited a guest, Li Changsheng was not polite and directly bought all the fancy clothes on the stall. Wang Pingquan was also generous. Not only did he pay the money, but he also went downstairs to get the latest mobile phone for the other party, which lasted for several months in one breath. All the internship salary was spent.

He now understood the meaning of the old man's seemingly nonsense words. The current master actually came from the past. The strange dress he saw in the Shura world was the one he had given to him.

"Look, there's a strange old man over there."

"It looks so trendy. Let's go find him and take pictures."

Someone with a sharp eye noticed the old man's eye-catching outfit, and three or five beautiful girls came up to him while he was talking.

Li Changsheng refused to refuse anyone who came, and used his way of talking hundreds of years ago, making people around him laugh from time to time.

More and more people gathered here, and some began to shoot videos and post them online. Some young people encouraged the old man to register an account and taught him how to post videos. With the help of publicity, in less than half an hour, the old man actually gained hundreds of thousands of dollars. Thousands of fans.

……

In the evening, the master and the apprentice sat on the roof, each with a bottle of happy water, watching the sunset on the horizon.

"Master, how can I become the Holy Spirit?"

"Sense."

"How to understand?"

"If I knew, I too am the Holy Spirit."

"..."

Wang Biquan was speechless for a while, and the two were silent for a moment. Li Changsheng spoke again:

"Although I don't know the specific method, I have followed the Holy Spirit for more than ten thousand years, but I have heard some secrets. It is said that there are hundreds of thousands of realms in the world, and each realm has its own Holy Spirit.

The creation of the world by the Holy Spirit is an inherent responsibility. The creation of each world requires two Holy Spirits to complement each other. Each performs its own duties and complements each other.

If there is only one person, there will be countless problems even if the world is forcibly created. The Holy Spirit World where Qingzheng is sleeping now was created by her alone after the Spirit Extermination War. You have stayed in the world for hundreds of years, I must be very familiar with the environment there.

Qingzheng practices the way of ruthlessness. The mountain winds in the world do not bring warmth or coldness, the lake water does not move when hit, and the vegetation is lifeless. These are all manifestations of ruthlessness, and Taoyuan Village, the only humane place, was an experiment before the creation of the world. The work has a history longer than that of the ancient gods.

If you want to cultivate the Holy Spirit, you need to gain awareness towards 'sentient beings'. This awareness is not limited to living creatures, but also everything in the world. "

Li Changsheng is a servant of the Holy Spirit and has lived for tens of thousands of years. Although he said that he did not know anything, he also talked about it eloquently.

Wang Biquan frowned and said nothing after hearing this. He sat there quietly with his eyes in trance, unmoved even in the dark and cold weather, as if he had entered into a state of enlightenment.

... (end of this chapter)