Chapter 69

The moon was hidden and the stars were sparse; frogs croaked and insects chirped.

By the side of Lover's Lake, couples whispered to each other; in the small woods, bursts of laughter from lovers could be heard.

With a faint smile, walking along the quiet path, Zhang Xingyu's heart was as still as water.

At the same time, in the male dormitory, Zhang Xingyu's small courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard stood an incense table, on which was placed an incense burner, and pine incense was burning in the burner.

A middle-aged Daoist priest, draped in a dharma robe, wearing a dharma crown, and holding a wooden sword, was performing a ritual to summon a soul.

He was humming incantations in his mouth, shaking a copper bell with a clinking sound in his hand, and circling the incense table continuously under his feet.

A moment later, he used the wooden sword to pick up a piece of talisman paper, lit it with the candlelight, and then shouted to the sky:

"Zhang Xingyu, why don't you return quickly? Zhang Xingyu, why don't you return quickly?"

He had just shouted twice when the courtyard gate creaked open.

Zhang Xingyu walked in slowly from outside.

He walked very lightly and very slowly, like a wisp of light smoke.

The Daoist stopped and asked softly, "Who goes there?"

"Zhang Xingyu," Zhang Xingyu replied.

"Is it really Zhang Xingyu?" The Daoist's voice trembled slightly.

"Genuine and authentic. I'm back. And who are you?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

"I, I... A ghost!" The Daoist screamed and ran away as fast as he could.

What the hell?

Zhang Xingyu shook his head and thought to himself.

He ignored the incense table in the courtyard and went straight back into his bedroom.

He took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes, immediately feeling refreshed.

"Gurgle, gurgle." His stomach felt like it was full of frogs, constantly calling out.

Having lived like a primitive man for dozens of days, he was already empty inside and starving.

Zhu Xiaopang is a foodie; he must have stored a lot of food. Let's go rob him once.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyu stood up and walked quickly toward Zhu Dafu's small courtyard.

"Dong, dong, dong." Zhang Xingyu knocked on the door knocker.

"Who is it?" Zhu Dafu's voice came from inside the courtyard.

"It's me, Zhang Xingyu," Zhang Xingyu answered loudly.

"Wuwu, Brother Xingyu, you really have returned from the dead." Zhu Dafu said with a sobbing tone.

"Zhu Xiaopang, stop talking nonsense, open the door quickly, I'm starving to death," Zhang Xingyu said.

"Ah, Brother Xingyu, have you turned into a starving ghost? Don't eat me, I have other delicious food stored, spiritual beef jerky, five-spice spiritual bamboo shoots, all these are for you to eat," Zhu Dafu shouted in alarm.

"Good, Zhu Xiaopang, it's a waste of me treating you as a brother, you have so many good things and didn't know to give them to me to eat earlier." Zhang Xingyu complained while drooling.

Feeling even hungrier, Zhang Xingyu knocked on the door knocker again: "Stop talking nonsense, open the door quickly."

"I'll open the door. All the good food is for you, you must not eat me," Zhu Dafu said tearfully.

"I'm not sick, why would I eat you? Open the door quickly," Zhang Xingyu urged.

"I'm opening the door now. It's a deal, you can't eat me," Zhu Dafu replied.

Immediately after, a series of light footsteps sounded, and Zhu Dafu, with a face full of terror, opened the courtyard gate.

"Brother Xingyu, b-brother," Zhu Dafu's speech was slurred, and his legs were trembling.

Zhang Xingyu was both angry and amused: "Zhu Xiaopang, look at you. I'm not a ghost, what are you afraid of?"

Saying this, he ignored Zhu Dafu and walked straight into the courtyard.

In the room, on the table, several dishes and wine were set out.

Swallowing a mouthful of pickled fragrant bamboo shoots, drinking a mouthful of Drunken Immortal, and picking up a slice of soy-sauce beef, Zhang Xingyu praised loudly: "Zhu Xiaopang, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

"Brother Xingyu, as long as you like it." There was still fear in Zhu Dafu's eyes.

Zhang Xingyu patted his head with his hand: "Zhu Xiaopang, this little brother of mine, I didn't take you in for nothing after all. In the future, if there is anything delicious, remember to bring some for me to taste first."

Zhu Dafu nodded quickly: "Definitely, definitely. As long as there is good food, I will offer it to you first. As long as you don't eat me, that's fine."

Zhang Xingyu gave his head two knocks: "Zhu Xiaopang, are you sick? I'm not a ghost, why do I need you to offer it? I'm not a monster, why would I eat you?"

"Brother Xingyu, you didn't die?" Zhu Dafu asked weakly.

"Die my ass. Look carefully, if I were dead, how could I have a shadow?" Zhang Xingyu rolled his eyes at him and said.

Hearing this, Zhu Dafu looked at the ground, and then carefully touched Zhang Xingyu's arm with his hand.

"Really didn't die. Haha, really didn't die." Zhu Dafu laughed while rushing out toward the door.

"Brother Xingyu didn't die, Brother Xingyu didn't die." His voice rang out in the dark night.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head; this kid must have gone crazy.

Before long, Hu Siping rushed in, panting.

"Xingyu, you really didn't die." Hu Siping couldn't believe his eyes.

"Didn't die." Zhang Xingyu looked at him with a smile and answered affirmatively.

Hu Siping stepped forward and gave Zhang Xingyu a bear hug: "You stinky kid, you really are surprising."

On the side, Zhu Dafu wiped away his tears and said: "Brother Hu, I said Brother Xingyu couldn't die, and you didn't believe me. Look, isn't he living well?"

The three met again, with ten thousand words to say, and stayed awake all night.

Bai Xiaosheng took out his small notebook and wrote neatly: "On the fifth day of the tenth month, in the 100,002nd year of the Immortal Era, at Nanhua Immortal Academy, Zhang Xingyu, the owner of a Waste Spiritual Root, returned alive from Dengxian Feng."

The next day, a piece of news spread throughout the entire campus.

"Have you heard? The good-for-nothing Zhang Xingyu didn't die, he returned alive from Dengxian Feng?"

"Really or fake? It's been thirty days, can he still return alive?"

"It should be true. I heard that when he returned, the Daoist who summoned his soul was scared to the point of peeing."

"Could it be a ghost?"

Dormitory area, outside the small courtyard.

People who came to inquire about the news surrounded Zhang Xingyu's courtyard so tightly that not even water could leak through.

"Zhang Xingyu, if you didn't die, come out and let us see." Bai Ping hid in the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Yes, come out quickly and let us see." Everyone echoed.

The courtyard gate creaked open, and Bai Xiaosheng walked out leisurely: "Everyone, Zhang Xingyu is resting. If you want to know if he is still alive, you can go in and see for yourselves."

Saying this, Bai Xiaosheng spread out his palms: "Zhang Xingyu's exclusive authorization, those who want to go in, pay one hundred gold coins each."

"You're robbing us, and you want to collect money." Someone shouted.

"Time is money. If you want to know the truth early, you have to pay something." Bai Xiaosheng said lightly.

After a pause, he added: "Actually, you can also verify with me, Bai Xiaosheng, only ten gold coins per person. My, Bai Xiaosheng's, news is absolutely true, and I, Bai Xiaosheng, sell news without cheating the young or old."

"Tch." Everyone raised their middle fingers in unison.

In the end, Bai Ping couldn't help it, paid one hundred gold coins, and walked in.

In the bedroom, Zhang Xingyu was sleeping soundly.

Bai Ping looked carefully at the door, confirmed it without a doubt, and then walked out.

"Damn it, he's really alive." Bai Ping cursed secretly and ran quickly toward Long Xiaotian's courtyard.

Half an hour later, the area outside the small courtyard returned to tranquility.

Bai Xiaosheng patted his bulging money bag and smiled softly: "Distributing news, selling news. Bai Xiaosheng, you are a genius in the gossip world."