The immortal body is called Teevat

When Hu Tao accepted the reprimand, he lowered his head slightly and pointed with his two index fingers, then muttered to himself, "That's right. Guest Zhongli looks so young, but he does things that only old people do, such as listening to operas, walking birds, and drinking tea."

"And his words are so boring and stiff. He looks even older than my grandfather. If he's not an old antique, what else can he be?"

Although Hu Xiucheng was old, his hearing was still good. He heard what Little Hutao said and said to her seriously, "If you continue to be rude to Mr. Zhongli, Grandpa will not take you to Wuwangpo."

When Little Hutao heard that his grandfather didn't want to take him to Wuwangpo, he immediately said, "Grandpa, I was wrong. I shouldn't have called Mr. Zhongli an antique. I will pay attention to it next time. I will definitely do it next time. I will definitely do it next time."

Hu Xiucheng said to Hu Tao calmly, "This is the best. Tao Tao, remember that Mr. Zhongli is a distinguished guest of my Wangsheng Hall. You must not treat him lightly. Do you understand?"

Hu Tao nodded obediently to show his agreement with Hu Xiucheng's words. Although he didn't understand what the relationship between his grandfather and Zhongli Keqing was, he just listened to his grandfather.

Then, Hu Xiucheng touched Hu Tao's head with his hand and told her, "Grandpa's coffin is almost done. Go to your room and pack up your things. When you're done, I'll take you out to play, okay?"

Little Walnut jumped up happily and hugged his grandfather, saying happily: "Long live Grandpa! Grandpa is the best."

Then Hu Xiucheng watched the extremely happy little Hu Tao quickly run back to his room to pack up. He couldn't help but work faster. Hu Xiucheng felt that it was time to take Hu Tao to understand the true responsibility and truth of the so-called Wangsheng Hall.

After all, he knew that his fate was like a candle in the wind at night, and he might have to leave this place soon. He didn't want to leave any regrets before leaving. After all, every generation of the head of the Wangsheng Hall had no regrets when he left. He shouldn't have any regrets either, and he couldn't have any.

At this time, Mr. Zhongli mentioned by Hu Tao was sitting leisurely at the exclusive tea table under the stage, ordering his favorite tea, taking a sip, and then continuing to watch the storytelling of the scholar on the stage.

Zhongli listened to the scholar on the stage talking: "It is said that during the war between demons and gods more than 2000 years ago, the King of Rock had something in his mind, that is, although I have no intention of competing, I know the suffering of the people..."

"…So the Rock King protected the area until the start of the Demon War. That was a time of great suffering for the people. Once upon a time, the Blood Demon Vakaros from the southwest corner of Liyue attacked the Rock King, but was eventually defeated by the Rock King after a hard fight and was suppressed under the Lonely Cloud Pavilion, where he died…"

"Emperor Rock King liberated the suffering subjects under the command of Blood Demon God Vakalos. The subjects of Blood Demon God Vakalos had to provide Vakalos with half a liter of blood every day for the Blood Demon God to taste..."

"…Emperor Rock King could not bear to see these people suffer so he took them into Liyue. After that, the Blood Demon God's subjects integrated into the life of Liyue and gradually forgot about the tyrant named Vakaros. Until now, no one has mentioned him again. Only in some ancient books can we get a glimpse of what happened back then…"

When the storyteller said this, everyone cheered. Zhongli just smiled and raised the teacup again to take a sip of the steaming tea. Then he couldn't help but sigh: "Sometimes the truth may not be what people say. There is always a small distance between ideal and reality."

"The stories people want to hear are just those that fit their own values, and I really don't know how many people care about the truth. After all, stories are just stories, and facts are just facts."

Then Zhongli's face suddenly changed as if he sensed something, but soon returned to normal. He put down the teacup and sighed to himself quietly: "It seems that an old friend has returned! There is also a person from another world who cannot be reborn. It turns out that what you ask for must have its price."

"For others, not being able to go back to the past life may be a wish or even a lifelong pursuit, but for those who cannot go back to the past life, this is the most vicious curse. As time goes by, this curse will only become more vicious."

Afterwards, Zhongli listened with great interest as the storyteller on the stage continued to tell various stories from the Travels of Emperor Yanwang.

When the storyteller came to an exciting part, Zhongli would raise the delicate teacup in his hand and gently sip the remaining warm tea, savoring the slightly bitter tea aroma.

Afterwards, when he had finished drinking the pot of tea completely, Zhongli did not finish the tea like the others and asked the waiter waiting beside him to refill it with another pot of water.

Instead, he stood up and stopped listening to the storyteller, and strolled leisurely through the streets and alleys of Liyue. When Zhongli saw the stalls that had the characteristics of Liyue cuisine, he would come and taste them carefully and make suggestions for improvement.

The owner of the snack stand was naturally honored to see Mr. Zhongli eat their snacks. After all, if someone like Mr. Zhongli, who is good at both eating and playing, could take a fancy to their food, he would surely become very popular.

Many people requested that Mr. Zhongli be exempted from paying. But Zhongli said in principle: "The exchange of goods between people should follow the equivalence of the contract. I just provided you with a few useless suggestions. You don't need to exempt me from paying. I am a person who abides by the spirit of the contract."

Finally, Zhongli added to the stall owners, "Send the bill to Wangsheng Hall for reimbursement. Someone from Wangsheng Hall will settle the bill for you. Don't worry about this."

So although Mr. Zhongli didn't have a penny in his pocket, every time he visited various valuables stores, the shopkeepers would respectfully introduce him to various rare treasures, hoping that Mr. Zhong could give them a fair evaluation and buy their items.

Zhongli’s concept of consumption is to get what you pay for, even if the price goes up. After all, in order to eat a dish made by a chef, he can pay three times the price to taste the delicious taste, and he is even willing to spend an afternoon of leisure time waiting for the dish to come out of the pot.

Zhongli would give the stall owner the true value of the antiques and treasures that were suitable, and would pay according to the true value, although the stall owners were very reluctant to let Zhongli bear such a large cost.

But Zhongli always responded to them with one sentence: "Contracts should follow the principles of fairness and justice. There should be no deception or taking advantage. So don't be polite."

The stall owners felt that it would be bad if they still did not accept what Zhongli said, so they wrote the bills tacitly and went to Shengtang to pay.

Hu Xiucheng knew Zhongli's true identity, so he naturally supported Zhongli or the King of Rocks. And the King of Rocks was certainly not a freeloader.

Zhongli naturally had to fulfill the other half of the contract he had signed with Hu Xiucheng, which was to help him take care of the future master of the Wangsheng Hall after Hu Xiucheng's rebirth.

Little Hutao naturally couldn't understand this strange thing. He just thought that when his guest Zhongli needed him, he would disappear without a trace to stroll around and walk his birds.

When he was not needed, she would always place a pot of her favorite tea on the elegant table in the Hall of Rebirth and sit there sipping it slowly all day long.

However, Hu Tao had to admit that Mr. Zhongli did know a lot about funeral knowledge, even almost surpassing her grandfather.

Zhongli could explain in detail the process of sending demons and mortals to the afterlife, whether it was present, in the past, or in the distant past, and there were many ancient books to prove that what Mr. Zhongli said was right.

So Hu Tao admired Mr. Zhongli very much in this respect, but the only thing he didn't like about Mr. Zhongli was that he was like an antique. The tone of his speech was even older than that of his grandfather Hu Xiucheng.

So even though Hu Tao has always hoped to enlighten this old-fashioned Zhongli with her cheerfulness and liveliness, Zhongli is as solid as a rock and remains motionless, still maintaining his calm and old-fashioned style.

Because Hu Xiucheng worked faster, he soon finished planing the last coffin and put it in a cool place to dry. Then he went back to the Hall of Rebirth and shouted, "Hu Tao, come here quickly. Grandpa is taking you to Wuwang Slope to play. If you don't show up later, Grandpa won't take you there!"

Then Hu Xiucheng saw Little Hutao coming out of a small room holding various things, as if he was going on an outing, with a look of anticipation and excitement.

Then he said to Hu Xiucheng, "Okay, Grandpa. We are ready to go to Wuwangpo for fun. You can't go back on your word this time. You have to take me there for fun for the whole day."

Then Hu Xiucheng promised Hu Tao: "Okay, okay, I'll take Tao Tao out to play for one day, but if Tao Tao lies to Grandpa in the future, then Grandpa won't take Tao Tao out to play anymore!"

Hu Tao nodded frantically to show her agreement, but as for what Hu Tao was thinking, I'm afraid only Hu Tao could know. Anyway, Hu Tao thought that she had agreed first.

Finally, Hu Xiucheng half-knelt down and wiped the stains off my face, then said to him earnestly, "Taotao, when grandpa is gone, you must wash your face every day, eat on time, and don't be picky about food. This will make more people like you."

Hu Tao answered her grandfather carelessly, "How is that possible? Grandpa is still in good health, so don't say such things. Besides, I wash my face every day, and it's always clean."

Afterwards, Hu Xiucheng stood up, turned around, and faced Hu Tao with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance. In Hu Tao's opinion, his grandfather might be thinking about something with his back to him.

But at this moment, Hu Xiucheng looked at the distant mountains with sadness and reluctance in his eyes. He knew that he didn't have much time to live. Although Mr. Zhongli offered to extend Hu Xiucheng's life, Hu Xiucheng refused righteously. After all, as the head of the Wangsheng Hall, how could he take the lead in violating the boundary between life and death?

Hu Xiucheng is not afraid of the coming of death but the regret in his heart is hard to erase. It's a pity that Hu Tao is still too young. But with the assistance of Zhongli Keqing, he will definitely get better.

Perhaps in a dozen years, his granddaughter will become a qualified leader of the Hall of Rebirth and guide the people of Liyue Harbor to continue their rebirth, but he will never see that day.

He regretted that he did not witness the day when Hu Tao became a qualified leader of the Hall of Rebirth, but the rules of the afterlife could not be violated by anyone, no matter if they were humans or demons, let alone him, the leader of the Hall of Rebirth.

As the head of the Wangsheng Hall, you should not be afraid of the laws of life and death like other people.

He wiped away the sadness in his heart, took Hu Tao's hand and said to him: "Let's go, let's go to Wuwangpo today. There are some things I should let you know."

……

Wu Cheng and his companions looked at the secret place in front of them which looked like the Liyue fairy cave and could not help but sigh that it was extremely magical. Who could have thought that there would be such a fairy cave among such ruins.

Wei Li introduced to Wu Cheng in a nostalgic tone: "This is where I lived back then. How is it? Isn't it beautiful and spectacular? It's a pity..."

Willy's words seemed to burst like a dam, and she kept talking: "Look at those tables over there. In the past, there were always some people who came to offer sacrifices to me. They would put food on those tables for me to taste..."

Wei Li's cheerful tone gradually turned into sadness and frustration until she finally lamented to Wu Cheng: "But now I can't find any of my believers. I tried my best to protect them and used all my strength to find a living space for them. I did nothing wrong."

Willy seemed to be questioning herself: "But why did no one remember me in the end? They completely forgot about me. I just wanted others to remember me. But even if someone came to take a look at the ruins here, just one look would be enough. Woo woo woo..."

Wu Cheng didn't have any better solution for the crying Weili. Although he liked to argue with Weili normally, that was only during normal times.

But now that Vili was so sad, Wu Cheng also felt a little sad. After all, Vili had accompanied him from the Winter Solstice to Liyue.

He had vowed that his followers would definitely remember her dozens of times, and told Wu Cheng how loyal his followers were, but he believed that even after more than 2000 years, there would still be people who would remember her.

But the truth is cruel. Although Willy fought for all kinds of things for her former subjects, they were gradually forgotten as time went by until not a trace of them existed anymore.

Wu Cheng believes that although Willy is usually silly and likes to brag about her glorious and great deeds, she is a partner worthy of his trust in every battle.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say to comfort Weili, so he could only walk around and look around. Wu Cheng found some old and yellowed letter papers under the table. If he hadn't looked carefully, Wu Cheng might not have been able to find them.

Wu Cheng then picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds before calling Wei Li and asking, "Wei Li, can you see what this is?"