MTL - The Nine Godheads - Chapter 59 "Who dares to move my wife's dishes!"

“Black Myth: The Destined One” the mobile game, sent Li Ping'an back to the Journey to the West World where deities and Buddhas had perished, demons roamed freely, and the Three Realms had collapsed. The longer he survived, the stronger he became.Cultivation, Divine Skills, Side Techniques, Magical Treasures... and the like were obtained from the game and could even be taken back to the real world.Black Bear Spirit Bodhisattva, Shadowy Moon Demon Lord, Howling Celestial Dog, Hundred Eyes Demon Lord Bodhisattva, King Huang Feng Bodhisattva, Old Buddha Huang Mei... One after another, those claiming to be immortals, Bodhisattvas, and Buddha Ancestors fell beneath his staff.Only after he had acquired wealth and status in the real world through the Cultivation, Divine Skills, Side Techniques, and Magical Treasures obtained from the game, did he realize that the real world was nothing more than the Nineteenth Layer of Hell in the Journey to the West World...With an undying heart, at ease and carefree, the Destined One Li Ping'an embarked on Journey to the West once more!

The literature of this other world was atrocious.So, I plagiarized.Don Quixote, Anna Karenina, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The Metamorphosis… I thought that unraveling the literature of the original world would advance the literature of this other world.“Those who dream and those who do not, who really is the mad one?”“To live or to die, that is the question.”“No matter how fatal the mistake, it is different from a sin.”But then, people began to immerse themselves too deeply in the novels I plagiarized.Can’t a novel just be seen as a novel…?

Lu Jing traveled through the Great Fu and became a young boy from a prominent family who was about to join another clan.

This world is weird and lonely, Lu Jing started as a son-in-law, and he couldn’t go to his wife’s house, and his future was bleak.

But he read the “Book of Changes” thoroughly, and actually opened the [Following Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune] fate!

Everyone lives!

So Lu Jing began to accumulate fate, gain opportunities, and become stronger and stronger.

【Pursuing good luck and avoiding bad luck】: The fiery gold life style, predicting and balancing good and bad luck, doing good things and doing bad things, all have something to gain.

[Human Immortal]: Emperor Ziming, reborn from a drop of blood, immortal and immortal!

[Pose of the Great Emperor]: Emperor Zi’s life style, any cultivation technique can be comprehended at a glance, and any supernatural powers can be discerned at a glance.

[Wrath of a Human]: With a bright yellow life, within seven steps of the enemy, the vitality in the body is greatly improved, and the physical strength is greatly improved.

[Cultivation Wizards]: Ming Huang’s destiny, the speed of martial arts and primordial spirits has been greatly improved.

【Beautiful man】: Orange life, the longer the more beautiful.

This year, there was a drinker in the north who sealed the demon, and it shook the world for 30 years; in the south, there was an old dragon who fell into the mortal world, hoping to reach the gate of heaven again.

This year, Taoists on Taoshan cultivated Buddha all day long; the rebels of Leiyin Temple held a Zen staff and knocked out a town of Ping Ping.

This year, the Master has already entered the gate of heaven, and he has been cultivating literature for forty-eight years in heaven, and his knowledge is not in the world.

It was also this year that Lu Jing became a son-in-law and was worrying about how to cultivate martial arts, refine his soul, and accumulate life skills to survive this cold winter this year.

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.