Chapter 383: No! An Immortal Still Has to Learn a Few Tricks!

The white egret turned and flew into the Wang family in Heng Village.

It was wonderful to say that the road that originally took more than an hour to walk, now on the back of the white egret, was only a moment's work.

A few years passed, and Mr. Wang was already very old, more confused than clear in a day. At this time, he didn't go out, just sat in his bedroom, sitting on a round chair, facing the window, looking at the framed persimmon tree in the courtyard outside the window, and the birds coming to peck at the persimmons, lost in thought.

A very large white egret landed on the treetop.

I don't know when, but there was an extra young Daoist in the courtyard.

Lin Jue didn't disturb anyone, just bowed to the old gentleman through the window.

"Mr. Wang?"

"Oh my..."

Such a scene was really like an immortal visiting.

The old gentleman looked at him carefully before standing up with his cane.

"Is it... Daoist Lin?"

The words were not certain, but he recognized him.

The Wang family disciples were very good at doing business, and they also had dealings in the capital, not to mention that the Wang family still had descendants serving as officials in the court. He and Lin Jue were old acquaintances, and he naturally knew more about Lin Jue's affairs than the people in Shu Village. Even the news heard by the people in Shu Village was often passed from the Wang family in Heng Village.

Suddenly seeing him, the old gentleman was a bit surprised.

However, he saw the young Daoist ask with a smile: "Mr. Wang, may I come in and reminisce?"

"Oh, please come in quickly!"

The old gentleman walked slowly with his cane, making a gesture to open the door for him. However, he walked slowly and hadn't reached the door yet, but the Daoist had already entered the room.

"Don't bother, Mr. Wang, please sit down."

"You sit too! Sit too!"

"Mr. Wang, don't be so polite! In my heart, you are still the old gentleman of that year. I imagine that in your heart, I should still be the little scholar of that year."

The old gentleman answered: Why can't it be?

Lin Jue sat down and asked: "Is the old gentleman well?"

"Ah?"

The old gentleman leaned forward and listened with his side ear.

"Is the old gentleman's health good?"

"Just like that..."

Then the two sat in the room and chatted.

The old gentleman was very old, his eyes were dim and his ears were deaf, and he no longer had the majesty of the head of the family of that year. However, this made him look even kinder.

The Daoist was no longer the little scholar of that year.

However, they both remembered the events of that year vividly.

Lin Jue chatted with him about the world and the capital today, the Huizhou today, chatted about the demons and ghosts of Huizhou, and also talked nonsense about immortals and the underworld. Naturally, he also talked about the affairs of Heng Village and Shu Village, and his cousin-in-law.

The spring light shining into the window was bright.

Sitting in the sun and talking, his heart was full of comfort.

I don't know if it was because he was old, he had no fear of immortals, demons, and ghosts, let alone a Daoist. Moreover, Mr. Wang himself was very courageous. He was not like the fellow villagers in Shu Village, who were in awe of him because of Lin Jue's reputation in the capital. It seemed that in his eyes, everything was already equal.

In this way, the two chatted freely.

Mr. Wang was concerned about the younger generation in his family and informed Lin Jue that his family's descendants were working as a vice minister in the Ministry of Works. Unfortunately, he was too upright and was squeezed out in the capital. He knew the world would be chaotic, and his old bones were about to enter the soil, so he asked Lin Jue to help take care of him and ensure his safety.

Lin Jue asked him to help look after his relatives in Shu Village.

Although Mr. Wang would be a hundred years old, the Wang family would not dissipate because of this. It is foreseeable that in the many years to come, the Wang family will be a big clan in Huizhou.

"I don't know if the spirit in the Wang family ancestral hall has returned since then?" Lin Jue asked again.

"It hasn't returned," Mr. Wang said. "However, some time ago, I seemed to have dreamed of it, but I couldn't see what it looked like in the dream, and I forgot what it said. I don't know if I'm old and confused or if it really entrusted me with a dream."

"I don't know where it went later."

"Yes..."

The old gentleman shook his head, feeling a bit emotional.

Lin Jue also sighed, feeling the same.

It's just that the old gentleman is very old and his life is coming to an end, simply sighing about the past without any other meaning. Lin Jue's sigh is about the fate between this spirit and himself.

This was the first spirit he met, the "person" who first let him see the mysterious fun of this world and prompted him to embark on this path at that time.

Thinking about it now, that spirit could see his five qi, so its five qi couldn't be muddy and chaotic. And if, as it said, this was a treasure land, it was the first to come here, and it only left halfway, and the ancestral hall was built by people later, then the right and wrong of such things were not so clear.

Being able to leave because of him was enough to show its virtue.

Being able to remind him that his heavenly soul was unstable because he was polite before leaving was enough to show its heart.

Such a spirit has already surpassed most people.

That was really a wonderful fate.

It's a pity that the world is too big.

Once separated, it is very difficult for ordinary people to meet again.

"Alas, recently, I often dream of things in the past, the fox in the ancestral hall, immortals, ghosts, and my parents, all messy."

"I can't interpret dreams." "Is the book bag that the Daoist had before still there?"

"It's still there. That book bag was well made, and it's the same as before..."

"..."

There were quite a few people living in the Wang family's house.

Others in the family didn't see Lin Jue's arrival, only heard the conversation in the old gentleman's room, which continued endlessly.

At first, they thought the old gentleman was confused again, muttering, or talking to himself with "invisible people, gods, and ghosts." However, some curious people listened carefully, but heard another voice.

The Wang family descendants gradually felt strange and didn't dare to come in to see.

When someone had the courage to knock on the door, the sound had gradually stopped. Just in time to meet Lin Jue leaving, they heard the sound of flapping wings. Walking to the window, they saw a white egret like an immortal crane, seemingly carrying some things on its back, flying into the blue sky unhurriedly.

The old gentleman sat alone, but there was another round chair beside him, on which was a pair of porcelain bottles and a piece of talisman paper.

Where in this world is there a friendship that doesn't dissipate?

(No content lost!)

Memories will wear out, people will wither.

Not to mention immortals, even ordinary people, looking around, are mostly like this, right?

Lin Jue accepted the friendship of Mr. Wang, so he was an old acquaintance with him. Even so, it required Mr. Wang's own character, conduct, and courage to talk happily for a while. And if he waited for the day when Mr. Wang was a hundred years old, without other maintenance, this friendship would slowly fade and dissipate.

Just like this moment, the relationship between Fuqiu Temple on Mount Yishan and Xuantian Temple on Qiyun Mountain is quite good, also because there have been dealings in the past few years. But wait for the next generation, and it will slowly return to the past.

Just like Fuqiu Temple and Xianyuan Temple, the reason why the friendship can be passed down for so many years is not only because of the acquaintance of the ancestors, but more because of the inheritance and maintenance of the generations behind.

Just like himself and his family.

Cousin has already started a family, and his home is no longer just him. Wait for the uncle and aunt to be a hundred years old, alienation may be something no one wants, but it is also difficult to avoid.

Even if he can get along with his cousin as before, that is because they grew up together and have deep feelings. And whether it is Lin Jue or his cousin, it is impossible for his cousin's wife and children to be like this.

Most things in the world are like this.

In just one hour, the white egret flew back to Mount Yishan.

Little Xiao Shimei was cultivating in the mountains.

Looking up, the white egret flew by, and the Daoist had already landed.

"Third Shixiong is back?"

"Back."

"How is it? Is it fun at home?"

"It's okay! This time I went back, I also met a few teenagers who asked me, where is the immortal Daoist nun who could perform magic before? I reacted for a while, and then I remembered that it was the few children who circled around you outside the Sangu Temple. The magic you performed at that time, they still remember it!"

"Ah? Is it those few?"

Little Xiao Shimei thought for a while and remembered.

"Yes..."

"Those two magic tricks don't look good!"

"What does it matter?" Lin Jue said, "In their hearts, you are already an immortal."

"No! No, no, no! I have to find Seventh Third Shixiong to learn a few good-looking magic tricks, so that when I meet children in the future, I can perform for them!"

Little Xiao Shimei shook her head repeatedly and made up her mind.

She had a firm heart, because she didn't think much in her heart, so her firmness was even better than Lin Jue's. Although she was curious about what Lin Jue did when he went back, whether it was fun or interesting, and asked him questions, she didn't have any thoughts of going home to see.

At most, she could do not to take her sword back and chop them to death.

Lin Jue told her.

In the following days, the Fuqiu Temple was full of rustling sounds.

These days, the temple was not leisurely, because the people off the mountain were leisurely. Leisurely plus the New Year, whether it was scholars, ladies, officials, people, or merchants, they all loved to find a temple to offer incense, and besides worshipping the gods, they also asked for peace and good luck.

Although Mount Yishan Fuqiu Peak is remote and the road is difficult, it is still the first choice for the people of Yixian.

I don't know how many people caught good weather, brought dry food and drinking water, and set off early. They walked for more than half a day, offered three sticks of incense on the mountain, squeezed to stay for one night, and went back the next morning.

The bailiffs of Yixian came, the merchant who lost money before came, and even the county magistrate came.

Even Xuantian Temple had Daoists who came to visit.

However, most of the time, Xiao Shimei was responsible for entertaining them. Except for cooking, Lin Jue only hid in the inner courtyard, carving around this huge piece of spiritual wood.

There were rumors among the pilgrims that the food in Fuqiu Temple was very delicious.

There were also pilgrims who were puzzled, it wasn't this taste last time.

And in the rustling sound of the inner courtyard, a statue of a martial artist with a strong physique and a big waist was gradually outlined. As the Daoist carved more carefully, the facial features and even the expression of the statue emerged. After enriching more details, it was already awe-inspiring and inviolable, so it changed from a statue of a martial artist to a statue of a martial god.

It's a pity that the long-handled big knife gifted by the Leopard King was left in the capital, and he couldn't melt it here to make armor and weapons, so he had to return to the capital to do it.

And Lin Jue's difficulty was here—

The Leopard King's long-handled big knife could not be brought from the capital to Mount Yishan, and such a large piece of spiritual wood statue could not be directly brought back to the capital.

He had to finish carving and refine it to shrink it before he could return to the capital.

I will make up the chapter from this morning for everyone tonight!

It might be very late, don't wait.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 384 =====