This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 146 Daoxin vows to live up to this ambition

After Liu Hongyu left, Zhuang Lin looked at the man holding the umbrella and smiled.

"Please come with me to the academy, and we can talk there!"

"It's all up to you, sir!"

The man holding the umbrella bowed, as if he had become more respectful to Zhuang Lin since the promise he made in the Linglong Pagoda.

Zhuang Lin naturally noticed something and even vaguely understood something, but now was not the time to say these things. He just nodded and took off into the wind again, flying towards the distant valley with the people around him.

After arriving at the Hidden Immortal Valley, the umbrella holder naturally no longer needed to stay in the painting all the time. Although his body was still a little ethereal, at least he didn't have to worry about disappearing.

Although the damage to the umbrella holder's origin is still a big problem, it cannot be recovered in a short time.

In comparison, starting to understand everything about the Hidden Immortal Valley is what Zhuang Lin wants to do with this special fellow Taoist now.

It was getting dark, and Zhuang Lin returned to the school with the umbrella bearer. Without avoiding others, they sat in front of the school corridor and talked.

They lit an oil lamp, set up a table, placed two cushions, and the two sat facing each other.

Zhuang Lin prepared some tea and poured a cup for himself and the umbrella holder. However, the latter was not able to drink tea for the time being and could only smell the tea fragrance and absorb some spiritual energy.

"The story of this Hidden Immortal Valley begins with a special treatment plan."

Zhuang Lin selectively explained the causes of everything and what happened in the process. As a fellow being in the Dharma-Ending Age, the Taoist friend holding the umbrella could understand many of the things better. He even knew something about the late Liu Shihao.

To be honest, if the many facts were not before him, if he did not believe that the Confucian immortal would not lie to him, even the umbrella holder would probably think he was dreaming. But it was impossible for him to have a dream, at most he could only have an illusion.

A blessed land is located in a national nature reserve, hidden from the world due to the protection of a great formation.

Life here is comfortable and the neighbors are friendly. It is the last pure land for spiritual practice in the world. Everything seems very normal, except for the rich spiritual energy that is incompatible with the Dharma Ending Age.

What makes the umbrella holder feel even more incredible is that this paradise actually spans both ends of time and space. It can connect to the modern times when spiritual energy is exhausted, and can also go back to the ancient times when spiritual energy was relatively abundant.

The most unbelievable thing is the beginning of all this, which is the "Delusion-Breaking Plan" that Liu Shihao prepared at all costs.

Ridiculous? Absurd!
Reality? This is reality!
Even though the umbrella holder himself has experienced modern changes and has a much stronger ability to accept things, he still feels a little confused for a while. However, this is just a mood, and it is not difficult to sort out the causes and consequences.

"So, this Young Master Liu is truly destined to be the one? Otherwise, you wouldn't have stepped into the game and come to teach him in the valley!"

This is the only explanation.

Zhuang Lin thought about it and realized that there were some things that he couldn't explain, and there was no need to explain them, so he nodded.

"That's it!"

After hearing this, the umbrella holder understood.

"Perhaps at the beginning, apart from you, sir, who is still alive, everything is fake and false, but at least now, the blessed land of Hidden Immortal Valley is here, giving the world a glimmer of hope!"

Hearing this, Zhuang Lin's eyes lit up slightly and he couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you say that it has restored a ray of hope to the world? Since you know that the Hidden Immortal Valley can lead to ancient times, don't you think the spiritual energy crisis has been resolved?"

The umbrella-holder smiled, and his hand, which was between real and virtual, became more substantial at the fingertips. He picked up the teacup and smelled it.

"If that's all, sir, why bother wasting so much unnecessary energy? Even if we could return to the ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant, that would only be another form of lingering. The fate of heaven and earth is set, and one day all life will be extinguished. We are just cowards hiding in a comfortable place."

Zhuang Lin waved his hand to sweep away the tea that had lost its fragrance from the umbrella holder's cup and poured him a cup of hot tea again.

"Well said! However, the saying that the fate of heaven and earth is predetermined is not accurate. There are fifty great ways, and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. Everything has a glimmer of hope!"

The man holding the umbrella looked at Zhuang Lin and nodded slightly.

"And you, sir, are the one who escaped!"

Such high praise and such great pressure, Zhuang Lin smiled, but now it seems that only he can handle it.

"It's not just me, everyone in Hidden Immortal Valley, including you, my fellow Daoist, is now one of those who have escaped!"

The man holding the umbrella also smiled a little. He smiled more times today than perhaps in the past few hundred years combined.

Picking up the teacup and sniffing the tea fragrance, the umbrella holder began to look forward to the time when he could actually drink the tea. He could not remember how long it had been since he had felt such a leisurely feeling.

Perhaps the situation is still serious, but with the Confucian immortal in front, it seems that as long as he is in the front, the person holding the umbrella will not feel any pressure.

But at this moment, smelling the fragrance of tea, the man holding the umbrella suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help but look up at Zhuang Lin and asked him.

"I wonder how many years you have been waiting for this day?"

When we mentioned the plan to break delusion before, we mentioned that Liu Hongyu hysterically said that his immortal master was waiting for him. For some reason, the umbrella holder also became concerned about it now.

This question really stumped Zhuang Lin. He seemed to be thinking seriously, yet also somewhat helpless. In the end, he forced a smile and shook his head, saying softly:

“I can’t remember.”

It’s a sin, a sin, but just treat this as a mess and let it go!

The umbrella bearer froze for a moment, spilling some tea from his cup. He certainly didn't feel burned, but his outward calm didn't mean his heart was still trembling. Zhuang Lin's gentle response to his question had deeply shaken the bearer's mind.

This is an answer that couldn't be simpler, calmer than it could be, yet it seems to reveal an imperceptible sense of loneliness that permeates time and space.

I can't remember, is this possible for a Confucian immortal?

There seemed to be the power of Mount Tai in these light words, or in other words, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were collapsing!
Bear the weight of heaven and earth!

Compared to them, what am I?

The man holding the umbrella was filled with emotion. He put down the teacup, stood up and bowed to Zhuang Lin again, looking at Zhuang Lin with a slightly frown, as if thinking about something.

"Since I have promised to protect you, Master, even though I cannot bear the weight of the sun and the moon, I will devote all my strength. Even if I burn out only a tiny ray of light, it will still be brilliant!"

There was something special about these words, as if it wasn't just an ordinary conversation, but more like a vow made with the heart.

Seeing the other party so serious, Zhuang Lin also became a little serious. He put down his teacup and returned the greeting.

"I swear by Daoxin that I will live up to this aspiration!"

The two were silent for a moment, but at this moment a resident of the valley passed by and saw the lights in front of the school and shouted towards them.

"Mr. Zi'an is back? Are there any guests here? I guess you haven't cooked yet tonight? How about we go to my house for dinner?"

Zhuang Lin smiled and looked towards the entrance of the school, declining the good intention. This person was not the first one to come, there had been two before.
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Liu Hongyu did not bring Xi Miao back immediately, not because the latter was not in a hurry, but because he did not find her in Xiaosheng Mountain when he went there.

So Liu Hongyu waited at Xiaosheng Mountain for a night.

At dawn, Liu Hongyu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Fairy Fox Cave on Xiaosheng Mountain, slowly opened his eyes. As he opened his eyes, the mist surrounding him quickly dissipated, and some dew on his body also evaporated, giving him a feeling of ethereal immortality.

Liu Hongyu stood up. His losses had fully recovered, but he was a little anxious. He looked back at the Fairy Fox Cave entangled by vines and couldn't help but frown.

"Where did Senior Xi Miao go? Where should we go to find her?"

At this moment, Liu Hongyu suddenly had an idea and looked towards the side of the ridge, only to see that someone over there seemed to have discovered him at the same time. It was a big, dark-skinned man.

"Hey, who the hell did you come from? How dare you trespass into the Little Holy Mountain and act wildly in front of the Fairy Fox Cave? Aren't you afraid of King Xi Miao's blame?"

It seems that Xiaoshengshan has never said that people are not allowed to leave?
Liu Hongyu thought about it, but after just a few glances at the big man approaching angrily, he knew who the other person was.

"Did you hear that, little boy? How dare you ignore me, the king?"

Hei Ze knew very well that the pretty boy must be a cultivator. He might have gotten some information from somewhere and came here because he was attracted by the king's beauty. He was simply ignorant of the world. Such people who were courting death had been rare in the past hundred years.

But this guy actually dared to ignore people, and his aura didn't look that powerful either. Let him experience the power of the Manshui King!
"you boy"

When Kurosawa was halfway through his words, Liu Hongyu had already bowed to him with a smile.

"I'm Liu Hongyu, and I'm here to invite Senior Xi Miao on Master's orders. I'm sure this person is the famous Little Manshui King, right? Hmm, it seems I remembered it wrong. It should be the Manshui King!"

what?
Kurosawa was stunned for a moment. The other party knew so much, and yet he still addressed the king as "senior"? He immediately became more cautious.

"I wonder who your master is?"

"Oh, I am a disciple of Mr. Zhuangzi Anzhuang. I wonder if Your Majesty has heard of him?"

Heize staggered, damn, they are the disciples of the real master, they are all powerful guys!

"Oh, oh, oh, so you are my master's most talented disciple. I was just wondering who this person with such extraordinary aura could be. I knew that this aura must have come from somewhere. I was afraid that you would harm the king, so I teased you."

The dark-skinned man seemed to have changed his expression and walked towards Liu Hongyu with a smile, but he was still cautious.

It's true that all True Immortal disciples are extraordinary, but you say you are, so are you? And your aura doesn't seem strong either!
As he spoke, Kurosawa suddenly asked a question seemingly unintentionally.

"Oh, by the way, the gentleman gave me a piece of good fortune last time, and I was racking my brains to figure out how to return the favor. It just so happens that you're here, could you give me some advice?"

A chance encounter?

Liu Hongyu was slightly stunned, then seemed to think of something.

"You mean that drop of essence? Master said it's returned to its original owner, or maybe you're lucky. Don't even think about returning the favor. You can't give anything of similar value back!"

"Uh, yes, yes, that's true."

Kurosawa felt relieved and while responding, he also put away the object hidden in his sleeve.

"By the way, where is Senior Xi Miao?"

Liu Hongyu asked again. He didn't even know that he was almost ambushed just now, although he would probably be able to react.

Kurosawa let down his guard and quickly answered.

"Master Liu, you may not know this, but after the Queen returned, she told me to help her look after the sacred flowers and rare herbs planted on Little Sacred Mountain. Then she headed straight for the South China Sea, apparently wanting to verify something. She's been gone for over a month!"

More than a month?
Liu Hongyu frowned. This means that not long after Senior Xi Miao came back from Yinxian Valley last time, he went to the South China Sea?
Is the South China Sea so far? Why haven't you come back yet?
(End of this chapter)