Chapter 346: Searching for Shixiongs One by One

Second Shixiong turned his head and looked at Lin Jue.

"That's right, it seems Second Shixiong has also heard of the 'Great Yin-Yang Method'," Lin Jue was also very solemn. "I was able to obtain it, firstly by luck and chance, and secondly by the help of Master. I have verified it; this is indeed a feasible Great Yin-Yang Method. So I wrote it down, just to ask all the Shixiongs to return to Mount Yishan once and practice it together."

Second Shixiong's temperament was not impetuous, and he was already nearly forty years old, so his first reaction upon hearing this was not excitement or agitation, but sighing with emotion:

"Actually, I have also asked Master about the 'Great Yin-Yang Method', more than once. He didn't tell me much, only using his own lessons to tell me not to seek it lightly."

"The last time I remember was one night, not long after he had passed away. He once told me that perhaps the hope of our Fuqiu Peak attaining the Dao and the truth lay in you."

"It's actually true."

Second Shixiong couldn't help but shake his head, his expression complex: "It's a pity Master left too early."

"Yes..."

Over the past half-year, Lin Jue had also often sighed like this.

Especially when recording this "Great Yin-Yang Method," and writing until the dead of night, it would always pop into his mind.

But thinking carefully, the tradition of Fuqiu Peak for thousands of years was that disciples would go down the mountain after the master died. If the master hadn't passed away, he wouldn't have been able to come to the capital and wouldn't have been able to find that "Yin-Yang Great Annotation." It was only when the master passed away that he handed the book to him.

Perhaps fate was right here.

"What has Shixiong been doing in the Daoist temple these past two or three years?" Lin Jue asked.

"Eating, drinking, pooping, sleeping, closing the door to refine alchemy, going down the mountain to exterminate yaoguai, what else? Don't most people who practice the Dao do this?" Second Shixiong said. "It's just that occasionally pilgrims come to offer incense, and I can hear them talking about things in the capital. There's no lack of the three words 'Lin Zhenren'."

Second Shixiong said, laughing:

"It seems your days in the capital are more rich and exciting than I thought."

"Shixiong is exciting, I am average, but it's also fun." The Junior Shimei saw Shixiong again, a bit excited, and she had a lot to say. "Little Shixiong lives in the Ju Xian Fu in the capital most of the time, eating and drinking well every day, and he cooks even less than before, because there are people in the capital who can send meals, wine, and water, and even snacks and small eats to the house. He lives with Master Fan Tian, and Master Fan Tian often orders a lot of food and drink, asking people to send a portion to him. He also has a guardian named Luo Gong, who also goes out often, and when he comes back, he brings food and dishes."

"And you?"

Second Shixiong looked at the Junior Shimei again.

"Me? I live on the mountain most of the time, in that Daoist temple Master left for us, which was left by the predecessors of the temple. The scenery on the mountain is very good, the whole mountain is mine, and I don't have to pay taxes. I meditate and practice every day, practice magical arts and sword arts, teach Xiao Hua to write and magical arts, and when there's more time, I farm, water trees, watch the trees and crops I planted, and repair the road to the top of the mountain."

The Junior Shimei talked non-stop:

"If the food in the Daoist temple is finished, or if there is no oil, salt, sauce, or vinegar, anyway, whatever is missing, I go to the city to go to the market, or ask Shixiong to prepare it for me, and then I go to get it. We use the white heron to send letters."

"Don't you feel bored?"

"Sometimes it's boring. When it's boring, I go to the city to find Shixiong, or when the trees I planted bear fruit, and I harvest new rice myself, I also go to the city to send some to Shixiong, and then it's not boring anymore," the Junior Shimei said. "It may also be that I have Xiao Hua to accompany me, and I haven't stayed on the mountain for that long yet."

"Very good."

Second Shixiong nodded, a smile on his face, and couldn't help but feel some emotion.

It turned out that the youngest Shimei in the Daoist temple could now take care of herself very well.

But thinking carefully, she was already over twenty years old.

"However, up to now, we haven't heard any news about Third Shixiong. The last time we heard was nearly two years ago, when we were entering the capital, we heard it from a few Daoist friends on Mount Qiyun."

"I haven't heard either. He hasn't sent me any letters," Second Shixiong said. "This person is probably like that Second Shishu from before, carefree all over the world."

"Or maybe running all over the world," the Junior Shimei said.

"That Second Shishu was also mainly practicing the Bean Soldiers method when he was on the mountain, right?" Lin Jue asked.

"Did he tell you?"

"No, guessed."

"In this day and age, practicing the Bean Soldiers method, having a bit of Jianghu spirit is a help," Second Shixiong nodded, probably knowing how he guessed it, then said, "If you want to return to Mount Yishan, you must allow me to finish refining this furnace of alchemy first, and then tidy up."

"Then I won't wait for Shixiong, I'll set off first, and go to notify the other Shixiongs, maybe they also have things to do, and it will take a few days to tidy up."

"I'll set off first too!"

Lin Jue and the Junior Shimei both said so.

Then Lin Jue opened the cloth bag, fumbled for a while, and pulled out an alchemy furnace about the size of a kimchi jar.

It was exactly the one Second Shixiong gave him at the time.

"I obtained another alchemy furnace from the Tu Long Wang by the Wei Shui River, which is okay to use, mainly it can become big or small, and it's quite convenient to carry. I remember Shixiong kept this small alchemy furnace originally intending to give it to the apprentice he would take in the future to practice, but now I have returned it to you."

He looked left and right and placed it in the corner.

The three Shixiong and Shimei had another long talk until late at night, and the lights in the guest room of the Daoist temple lit up.

"Chen Niu, Chen Niu, you must remember, this is the Daoist temple of my Second Shixiong."

"Found it!"

"Friend Bai He, please also remember."

"Ah~"

The lamp in the guest room also went out.

The next morning, Lin Jue took some non-toxic medicinal dregs from Second Shixiong and fed them to the white heron, then temporarily bid farewell to Second Shixiong.

The Junior Shimei carried the small bag and the cat, and also bid farewell to Second Shixiong. "See you at Fuqiu Peak!"

"See you at Fuqiu Peak!"

Only to see Lin Jue and the fox suddenly become smaller, sitting on the back of the white heron. The Shimei and the colorful civet watched them eagerly, then the white heron flapped its wings and went into the blue sky, and the Shimei moved her feet and also rode the wind down the mountain.

Daoist temple by the road in Mingxia County.

Now that the world is so chaotic, there is actually singing and dancing here.

It's just that the singing is not the gentle oriole voice of a beautiful singing girl, but comes from a rugged middle-aged merchant, and the dance is not the graceful posture of a dancing girl, but ordinary commoners from other places who can sing and dance well.

Spring light, singing and dancing, cheers, and the smell of wine.

Right in the courtyard of the Daoist temple.

"Good! Good! This broken gong voice of Peng Gong is a perfect match for this bold Northwest military song! Although the girls and ladies in the city have deep foundations and moving voices, no matter how they sing, they just don't have this dusty vicissitudes! In my opinion, Peng Gong just lacks a copper pipa! Next time I will buy one to learn, and when Peng Gong passes by again and comes here, I will accompany Peng Gong!"

In the courtyard, there are Daoists, merchants, officials in the city, and ordinary commoners, all gathered together, not constrained by anything, just drinking and chatting freely.

The sorrows of the day seem to have disappeared without a trace here.

In looking through them one by one...

Who said that one can only steal half a day of leisure in a monk's temple?

It's just that while talking, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the sky.

The Daoist sensed it and looked up.

Everyone was puzzled and also looked up.

Only to see a white heron descending from the sky, landing on the courtyard wall closest to them in the Daoist temple.

Immediately after, two figures jumped out from the back of the white heron, one after the other. Only after landing did they turn into a young Daoist and a spiritual white fox. Seeing this, even though everyone had drunk wine and had boasted in the wine that they would invite the immortals and Buddhas in the sky to drink together, they were all stunned and speechless at this moment.

"Shixiong! The days are really happy!"

The immortal who came down from the "Immortal Crane" said so.

Immediately after, someone pushed the door, and it was a female Daoist.

The owner of the Daoist temple smiled, then let the others continue to play, while he invited these two Daoists, one man and one woman, into the room. Looking at his expression, he seemed extremely surprised.

Still reminiscing and talking long, asking him to return to Mount Yishan.

Also spent another night here.

"Shixiong, we still have to go find Fifth Shixiong, so we won't travel with you. You can wait here for Second Shixiong and Seventh Shixiong. After you return to Mount Yishan, let the Junior Shimei teach you the divine movement technique. After you learn it, it will be much more convenient to visit each other."

"You are going to find Fifth Shixiong, then you should indeed go first. His whereabouts are uncertain day by day, and it is not easy to find him."

"See you at Mount Yishan."

The Daoist rode the white heron again.

The Shimei's walking speed was getting faster and faster, almost exceeding the white heron.

If it weren't for the fact that the road on the ground was more winding and tortuous, and she needed more rest than the white heron, she would probably walk faster than Lin Jue and the white heron.

Cuiwei County.

Sure enough, as Seventh Shixiong said—

Fifth Shixiong has been practicing medicine outside all year round. Although there are Daoist temples and shrines, he rarely lives in them.

Fortunately, Fifth Shixiong has long been famous, not only in Cuiwei County, but the entire county where Cuiwei County is located, and even the surrounding counties, all spread the great name of Fifth Shixiong. Whether it is peddlers, commoners, or high-ranking officials and noble families, all pay attention to Fifth Shixiong's movements.

No matter where he walks, as long as he treats people and is recognized, the news will spread rapidly, and then many people will go to seek medical advice.

There is no other way; in this day and age, there are too few miracle doctors and too many malignant diseases.

Even many high-ranking officials and nobles, if they accidentally contract some malignant diseases, can only wait for death.

This is a chance to survive.

Not to mention that Fifth Shixiong often provides free medical treatment, and even gives medicine, which is even more of a life-saving immortal in the hearts of poor commoners.

Such a person is a bright lamp wherever he walks.

Therefore, they may not know exactly where Fifth Shixiong is, but they can know Fifth Shixiong's general location.

So Lin Jue searched carefully.

The Junior Shimei followed stubbornly, running all over the world, and I don't know what level of attainment she will practice this divine movement technique to after this trip.

A few days later, Lin Jue finally found Fifth Shixiong in a remote village.

That was a Daoist who was much darker and had gone through many vicissitudes, being surrounded by a large group of people, and he only had a mule beside him, with a medical box and dry food on the mule, sitting on the ground and diagnosing people.

There were commoners crying and coming, and there were commoners kneeling and thanking, calling him a miracle doctor.

And at this time, a white heron was flying from the blue sky, and a Daoist came down from the white heron, as if this miracle doctor was really an immortal, so there was an immortal visiting.

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