Chapter 4: The Immortal's Recruitment of Laborers

The old man smacked his lips and said, "I apologize, I didn't realize today is the mid-month. The sky is a bit overcast, and I couldn't see the moon. This was a mistake; using this spell during the mid-month is like this. Come, come, I will collect it now!" At that moment, the vendor finally understood the old man's earlier expression; it was not disdain, but rather self-reproach.

The old man seems to be quite pleased with Niu Dabaos' humble demeanor. "Hehe, young man, I am currently not going anywhere. I came out this time to take care of some matters, and I will not return home until these matters are resolved"

But what does this have to do with me? I still need to go home, wash up, and get some sleep

From this, it can be concluded that this old man is not a monster, so the fellow immediately became bolder. However, to ensure against any possibility, who knows if some monster might not follow the rules? "Um, sir, where do you live? You see, it's getting late, may I escort you home?"

You do not need to know this for now; I will tell you later. First, let me ask you, what is your perspective on the current state of Taoism?

Upon hearing the vendor's request, the old man gently waved his hand, causing the vendor, who was standing upright, to suddenly lean forward. Fortunately, the young man reacted quickly and caught the old man, and only then did he take the time to look at himself.

For a street vendor, there are many fake monks and nuns on the streets who say such things to him. They start off by saying, "Benefactor, I see you have good karma; please take a Bodhisattva home." If you agree at that moment, then be prepared to hand over your money. Therefore, the vendor is not interested in any of this.

The vendor, convinced that the old man was not a monster, perked up and began chatting with his friends, speaking carelessly as if he were joking, "How else can we watch it? Just watch it on TV!" After saying this, he immediately regretted it, as the old man inquired about Taoist teachings, clearly indicating that he was a Taoist priest. Given his flippant response, it would be surprising if the old man didn't hit him! Moreover, judging by the old man's sudden movement, it was highly likely that he had some training. Although the vendor considered himself to be in the prime of his youth at around twenty, facing a professional martial artist would be like giving away a free gift!

"Not bad, your sister!" the vendor cursed, suddenly feeling a pain in his stomach. Oh no, cursing the gods has brought retribution. However, he soon sensed something was amiss; his underwear felt a bit damp. The vendor had a foreboding feeling, and then he supported the old man with one hand while reaching down with the other. The moment he touched, he froze. The little brother, which usually made him feel embarrassed during bath time, was gone. His fingers slid down without any obstruction!

After listening to the old man's words, the vendor was bewildered. He thought he was already quite boastful, but unexpectedly, this old fellow was even more so. Could it be that he had just been hit by a car and damaged his brain, or perhaps this old man was simply mentally unstable? Otherwise, who would wander around on a mountain path in the middle of the night

At first glance, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but the chest muscles that used to make friends envious while drinking with them, now occupied by two plump masses, are estimated to be a size 36E. The two straps inside can't contain them, they are on the verge of bursting out! The vendor is at a loss for words to describe his feelings. Although he usually has a natural affinity for a size 36E, it should be on someone else's body! What does it mean to have it on his own body? To maintain balance, he supports them with his hands, and upon touching, the sensation is quite pleasant! The vendor is at a loss for words to describe his feelings. Although he usually has a natural affinity for a size 36E, it should be on someone else's body! What does it mean to have it on his own body? To maintain balance, he supports them with his hands, and upon touching, the sensation is quite pleasant!

Moreover, the most critical point is that the vendor feels that matters which even deities cannot resolve are being entrusted to him. With his own intelligence, he is certain that he cannot accomplish them. What consequences would arise from offending the deities? "Not much, I still feel quite at ease setting up my stall. You should look for someone else. I know well how many bowls of rice I can eat. Goodbye to you!"

Sir, you are truly vigorous for your age. May I ask what brings you out today?

The old man looked at the vendor and smirked, "So, how is it? Is this heavy enough? Just now you asked me to turn you into a woman, and I sensed that you prefer something substantial. Feels good, doesn't it?"

However, the old man was surprisingly not angry at the vendor's flippant response. He simply took the lighter from the vendor's pocket, lit a cigarette, and after a while said, "Ah, it has declined. One misstep leads to another. Young man, let me be honest with you, I am a deity, and I have come down to the mortal realm this time to save the Daoist sect. I never expected that in just a few hundred years, Daoism would have fallen to such a state. Young man, how about I assign you a task?"

At the moment when Niu Dabaos was vigorously shaking, a thought emerged: at times, one must acknowledge a fact, which is that poor academic performance is not necessarily an issue of intelligence; it may also stem from a lack of concentration and divergent thinking. In this situation, Niu Dabaos surprisingly recalled a regulation from the Bureau of Light Buttocks, stating that "all plants and animals after the founding of the nation are not allowed to become spirits"

It is like this, I see that you are also a person with good connections, so I would like to assign this task to you, what do you think? The old man began to persuade.

The old man mumbled something indistinctly, and the vendor felt a sense of relief as the pressure on his body disappeared. He even tried to straighten his back, feeling grateful that the young brother was still around, and let out a long sigh! After worrying for a while, he finally remembered that the old man had wanted to assign him a task earlier. "Sir, you just asked me about my views on Taoism. What task do you want to assign to me?"

The old man tilted his head and blew a smoke ring, saying, "Ah, it's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly in a short time. I just need to tell you that for nearly a hundred years, the Daoist teachings have declined, and the power of belief in the Heavenly Court is insufficient. Many deities have not made any progress for hundreds of years. To address the current situation in the celestial realm, the Heavenly Court has sent me down to find someone and arrange a task, which is to save Daoism and promote the Daoist teachings"

The vendor looked up and saw the old man's lips twitching, a completely disdainful expression on his face. The vendor was terrified and immediately knelt at the old man's feet, saying, "Sir, Immortal, I believe you, I completely believe you. Please, just spare your divine powers. My parents only have me as their precious child, and they are counting on me to carry on the family line. I beg you, please have mercy!" The vendor clutched the old man's pant leg, tears streaming down his face.

Since it has been established that the old man is also a joker, the vendor continued to tease him, saying, "Hehe, you say you are a deity, then show me how you can turn me into a woman!" At the moment he said this, the vendor was thinking entirely about the cat whiskers of that girl from the afternoon. What followed made him regret the consequences of speaking carelessly without thinking. Originally, he intended to say, "Show me how you can turn me into a woman," but with just one wrong word, the result was completely different!

Although the brothers often joke that if one of them were to become a woman, they would definitely let the others have their fun first, jokes are ultimately just jokes. If this were to actually happen, it would not be amusing at all. Moreover, the fingers felt slippery to the touch. The vendor, startled, quickly withdrew his hand and, following the light, saw the blood at his fingertips. The vendor trembled all over and said, "This is..."

After speaking, the vendor was about to turn and leave, but the old man muttered a few words, and the vendor immediately knelt down. "Ah, this kid knows too much. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it would be better to take him back as a medicinal guide for the Supreme Old Lord... Ah, what a fine young man, what a pity!" After saying this, the old man threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, then began to form hand seals and mutter something under his breath.