"Then whatever matters are divided, they are also divided into gods."
Fatty Qiu grinned at me and continued:
"I have always been here to do business, and the cooperation with these three men is good.
It was smooth sailing and nothing happened.
But in other places where people descend to the earth, I heard that accidents occasionally occur.
But it's not a big deal, no one died, and the gods are all fine.
The mortal guarding the immortal magic has suffered some external injuries, and after practicing for three to five to seven years, he will be able to go to the ground."
"Why do you need to cultivate for three to five or seven years?"
When I said this, I suddenly realized that there was another more important message in Fatty Qiu's words:
"Wait a minute - besides here, are there any other places to descend to earth?"
Qiu Beidou yawned and said:
"The world is so big, do you think one or two gods can solve everything?
Don't listen to those messy fairy tales, gods are not omnipotent."
Having said this, Fatty Qiu paused, rubbed his eyes, and continued:
"I'm really not used to this mortal body. I'm really sleepy.
Okay, if you have any questions, we can talk about it on the way.
I have to go to bed
Old guy, give me another room.
I don't live next door to you, it smells like a toilet."
I was the only one left in the yard. There was no point in staying here, so I returned to my original little house.
I don't know if it's because of the magic stored in my body, but I don't feel tired at all.
Originally, I wanted to go out and help Zhuge Zhengqi and the others do something.
However, after wandering around the Taoist temple, I couldn't find the shadow of the ugly Taoist priest.
Several other people, including the star officer, also took a rest.
I could only go back to the room and toss and turn in bed. After staying up for several hours, it finally dawned.
Almost at dawn, Zhuge Zhengqi, who had changed into casual clothes, knocked on my door.
His face looked a little tired, and he handed me the backpack in his hand and said:
"Donor, it's time for us to go.
I prepared a few changes of clothes for you, as well as things for the road.
We have to get the identities of you, Xingjun and Mr. Beidou first, and we have to catch the train, so time is a bit tight."
"You still have to catch a train? Do gods also make high-speed trains?"
I jumped off the bed, took the backpack from the ugly Taoist priest, and continued:
"Have you been busy with this for half the night?
I can't sleep right now. If I had known about it, I would have gone to help you."
Zhuge Zhengqi smiled and said:
"Then if there is another opportunity like this, I will drag you with me.
We have to set off quickly, Mr. Xingjun and Mr. Beidou are both up."
In this way, the four of us left the Taoist temple in the morning light.
After more than half an hour's journey, we arrived at the foot of the mountain and found a domestic jeep parked at the foot of the mountain.
Zhuge Zhengqi opened the car door and said to Xingjun and me:
"We have to go get our ID first, it's almost half an hour away.
There is food in the backpack, and you can eat some in the car.
After I get my identity, I still have to catch the eight o’clock high-speed train.”
When Qiu Beidou was an immortal, he had ridden in this car many times.
At that moment, he calmly sat down in the back seat. After Xingjun saw it, he also sat next to him.
I was too embarrassed to sit with the gods, so I sat in the passenger seat.
After about half an hour, the car stopped in front of an office building in Luoshen County.
At this time, a tall and thin man was already waiting here.
After seeing Zhuge Zhengqi's jeep, he immediately greeted it.
After the jeep stopped, Zhuge Zhengqi did not open the door, but lowered the window and took a brown paper bag from the man's hand.
The two of them did not communicate during the whole process, and the ugly Taoist priest did not even check the contents of the brown paper bag.
He handed me the brown paper bag, then turned the steering wheel and drove the jeep towards the train station.
Under Zhuge Zhengqi's instruction, I opened the brown paper bag and poured out everything inside.
Inside are three ID cards and four train tickets.
The ID cards have the names of me, Xingguan, and Fatty Qiu respectively. The photos must have been computer-generated, but there are no flaws visible to the naked eye.
All four train tickets have the same destination, a place I have never heard of - Hushan Railway Station.
I turned around and handed over the ID cards of Xingguan and Fatty Qiu. I still felt a little unsure and said to Zhuge Zhengqi who was driving:
"I have to say something, buddy, these ID cards are all connected to the Internet now.
No matter how genuine your fake thing is, it will be found out as soon as you go online."
Before I could finish my words, Qiu Beidou behind me said for the ugly Taoist priest:
"Who told you this was fake?
Little guy, at least we can be regarded as gods descending to earth to do things for heaven.
Do you think it would have gone so smoothly without the cooperation of the mortal world?"
I was stunned for a moment, and after understanding what Fatty Qiu meant, I said in surprise:
"you mean"
“Don’t ask anything, don’t say anything”
Zhuge Zhengqi, who was driving, interrupted me and continued:
“Some things are good if you understand them in your heart, but it’s troublesome to say them out.
It’s not just a day or two when gods come down to earth to do things, they have their own reasons.”
While speaking, the ugly Taoist priest glanced at the serving god in the rearview mirror, and then continued with a smile:
"Come on, we've got our identities and tickets.
There are no irrelevant people around, so according to the rules, you can tell me the purpose of this trip."
Officer Doujun Xingguan was fiddling with the ID card in his hand. After hearing Zhuge Zhengqi's words, he first glanced at Fatty Qiu.
After seeing the fat man nodding slightly, Xingguan said:
"I know this rule, so you all should be prepared.
My purpose this time is to correct the destiny and correct the destiny of Hushan.
Three years ago in your mortal world, Hushan's luck changed.
The rain and wind deviate from the destiny. Although it is not big, it also affects the luck of the sixteen nearby places.
I'll come down and make corrections before big deviations are caused."
After listening to Xingguan's words, I curled my lips and said:
"That's it?
I thought that when gods come down to earth, they must slay demons.
That’s all I dare to love.”
While I was talking, I glanced at Fatty Qiu in the rearview mirror.
When he heard that Xingguan wanted to correct Hushan's fortune, his expression suddenly became strange.
Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted me again and said to the ugly Taoist priest driving:
"Ugly boy, you accompanied me to Hushan three years ago.
I don’t have the magic now, so I don’t remember it very clearly.
Please help me recall, are there any deviations from that time?"