[Add to the moral integrity, the author is not here during the holidays, and the chapters are scheduled]

After dinner, Yang Zhen and Lan Yue walked quietly in Luoyang City. Looking at the bustling streets and crowded crowds, Yang Zhen couldn't help feeling like he was a reincarnation.

No matter how powerful Yang Zhen’s cultivation is, how powerful his magical powers are, it can never change the fact that Yang Zhen traveled through time. In his previous life, Yang Zhen lived in a bustling city and had already determined his nature since he was a child. Now, even if Yang Zhen practices hard, the life he most yearns for is still this lively world.

However, although the world is good, it can suck people's will. Too greedy for the world is not the nature that immortals should have. Yang Zhen also understands this very well, so he can stay away from the world for decades. However, now when he is in the world again, Yang Zhen is in a very good mood. He just walks quietly on the road and feels satisfied.

Lan Yue was the first to feel Yang Zhen’s changes. Although Lan Yue didn’t understand why Yang Zhen was so happy when he came to this mundane world, Lan Yue was also happy for Yang Zhen when he saw Yang Zhen like this.

While practicing in Mount Emei, although Lan Yue felt that Yang Zhen was very talented, Yang Zhen’s state of mind was still unable to calm down. He could not calm down. Even if he could understand the Taoist teachings Lan Yue would not have any understanding. If Yang Zhen could not comprehend the way of heaven, how could he improve his cultivation?

Lan Yue also took great pains to do this.

Lan Yue could feel that Yang Zhen had many obsessions in his heart, and these things were bothering Yang Zhen and hindering Yang Zhen's practice.

There were several times when Lan Yue wanted to join forces with Yang Zhen to kill Ran Deng, but she still didn't say it out loud. Some things should be handled by Yang Zhen himself. If someone intervened, Yang Zhen's heart knot could be untied. However, this time, Lan Yue felt that Yang Zhen's mood finally became cheerful.

Although this state of mind is not conducive to practice, it will undoubtedly make Yang Zhen much happier.

Walking to Yang Zhen, he clasped his fingers with Yang Zhen. Lan Yue said softly: "If you like this place, when everything happens in the future, we will come to live on earth."

"Okay!" Yang Zhen felt that Lan Yue seemed a little different, but he didn't think about it carefully.

Looking at the busy crowd around, Yang Zhen couldn't help but ask: "Yue, you said that if I didn't choose to cultivate immortality, what would I do now?"

"Then you should have been reincarnated." Lan Yue said.

"..." Yang Zhen.

"Hehe!" Lan Yue smiled and said, "Even if you are still alive, you are just a kitten, either catching mice in the wild or being adopted!"

"Haha, too!" Yang Zhen laughed at himself and said, "I'm almost forgotten that I'm a monster. It seems that I haven't become a monster for a long time."

Yang Zhen and Lan Yue talked and laughed all the way. Looking at the bustling and prosperous world, they felt their own feelings.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

On the street, a fast horse flew from afar, and the people on the horse were galloping and shouting loudly.

When Yang Zhen saw this, he pulled Lan Yue and retreated aside with the crowd.

"What happened?" Lan Yue asked curiously.

Yang Zhen also shook his head and said in confusion: "I don't know. But as long as you keep reading, you will know soon!"

At this time, a middle-aged man in a civilian next to him heard the conversation between Yang Zhen and Lan Yue and replied: "Which official should be traveling, but judging from this posture, he should be princes and nobles. These people are most concerned about pomp. If they want to travel, we ordinary people will give in, otherwise we will be beaten and have nowhere to go."

"Don't the person who was beaten resist?" Lan Yue asked curiously.

The middle-aged man looked at Lan Yue curiously and snorted: "Resist? How to resist? They are all officials. We ordinary people have no power or power. If they resist, they may even harm their families."

Seeing that Lan Yue seemed to be arguing with someone, Yang Zhen hurriedly pulled him and whispered: "It's meaningless to say these things. Weak urination is a sin. When I trespassed into the Heavenly Court, wouldn't I also regard General Yao and others as nothing and break into the Heavenly Court? If you want not to be bullied, you can only be strong yourself."

Lan Yue glanced at Yang Zhen, sighed silently, and said nothing.

The one who traveled was the queen of the dynasty, who was considered a prince. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with it along the way, otherwise Yang Zhen would not dare to imagine what the prince would end up. His pomp had already made Lan Yue a little dissatisfied. If he was arrogant, he would be killed in the street...

At noon, Yang Zhen and Lan Yue entered a small shop. There was only one 60-year-old man in the shop. He sold some coarse tea, baked a few sweet cakes, and made some money.

The sweet cakes are very fragrant, and Yang Zhen was attracted by this fragrance. He pulled Lan Yue to this small shop.

Still sitting by the window, Yang Zhen greeted, "Old man, let's make four sweet cakes and a pot of tea."

"Okay, wait objectively!" the old man replied.

"Although the mortal world is lively and prosperous, it is also a bit ugly." Lan Yue suddenly spoke, looking out the window quietly.

"You mean that prince?" Yang Zhen asked.

Lan Yue shook her head and said, "No, look!"

Yang Zhen looked in the direction of Lan Yue's finger and found that a thief stole the money from an old lady.

A mysterious light flashed in Lan Yue's hand, and the thief fell to the ground inexplicably. The stolen money in his arms also flew into the old lady's sleeve again. The thief got up, looked around, and found nothing, so he shook his head and left. The old lady was too, without knowing that his wallet had been lost and he still rushed home happily.

When Yang Zhen saw it, he smiled and said, "There are too many such things, and you can't control it."

"I just don't like this kind of sneaky method!" Lan Yue smiled and said, "This is much better than in ancient times. When the Saint Nuwa just created humans, human life was extremely miserable. My demon tribe can swallow tens of thousands of human race in one bite."

"I thought you were kind-hearted." Yang Zhen said bitterly. Then Yang Zhen said with emotion: "Fifty years ago, Tang Sanzang set out from Chang'an City, thinking that going to Lingshan to retrieve the true scriptures, he could pass away the world and make no suffering or ugliness in the world. But when the true scriptures were retrieved, Tang Sanzang also restored his memories of his previous life. From then on, Tang Sanzang became a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. There was no more Tang Sanzang in the world, only the golden cicada son."

"Even a saint cannot transform all the sins in the world." Lan Yue said.

Yang Zhen smiled and said, "I think that it is because of sin that there is kindness in the world. Just like Tai Chi, there is yin and yang, and there is black and white. It is precisely because of this that the world is wonderful."
Chapter completed!